Title: Shadowed Past
Author: Gaudicia
E-mail: secrets_of_the_sky@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell and Dark Angel characters.
Rating: Pg-13
Category: UC-Mi/L/AU/Crossover with Dark Angel
Summary: It a different timeline (DA time).
Author's note: I just want to thank Polarist and Laura for correcting my fic.
Author's note 2: I don't know anything about medicine, all the supposed procedure was made up by my childish imagination.
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Chapter 2

After Liz made her presence known Alex found his coffee mighty interesting.

Michael looked amused yet surprised. He had spent half his life hiding from trained agents, and he was always on alert, and he knew when someone was near, yet he hadn't heard or expected this girl to pop up almost out of nowhere. He felt that she was someone worth knowing and interesting, but dangerous. 'Why does Valenti trust her? What secrets does she carries?' Michael studied her under his gaze and he knew he needed to find out. He wanted to know all her secrets.

Valenti knew he was going to have to play all his cards with her, especially since she wasn't in a good mood, which he completely understood since he had been the one to deliver the bad news.

Since no one said anything Liz continued with her assault. "Who the hell is he and the other two in my guestroom?! Valenti, you can't drop news like you did earlier today and then drop three people in my house." Liz didn't care if one of them was present, and she was talking about them like he wasn't in the room, but she needed to look out for herself and Alex. She saw Alex trying to make his way to the hall, where she came from that lead to the rooms, and she instantly knew he had agreed, they wouldn't have been able to enter if he hadn't. "Alex, don't even think about it."

Alex scratched his head, and nervously said, "Hi, Liz. I'm just going to get some sleep."

"Oh, but, Alex, the conversation just turned interesting," Liz bitterly said.

Michael was about to say something, but Valenti's glare shut him up.

"Michael, you stay here. Alex, make some more coffee, and Liz, we have to talk," Valenti ordered.

"Fine," Liz said, glaring at him, and she went below to the Crashdown, where they would have some privacy.

Alex incredibly watched them leave. "What? Do I look like a nanny? Do this, do that. I have more important things to do than to make coffee."

Michael sat near the kitchen counter and he couldn't help the smile that tugged his lips. 'Life would certainly be interesting if I'm going to be roommates with this spit fire.'

* * * *

Once she reached the backroom, she turned to Valenti. "Explain." She was so angry that that was the only word she could get out.

"They need a place to stay until I can find them a place of their own. Liz, they need help. It will only be for a while."

"They are in trouble, right? What kind of trouble? I already have my plate full with my own problems, I can't stuff it with others."

"That's why I won't say what kind of trouble." Seeing Liz was no where near agreeing, Valenti continued, "Liz, the girl is sick. With her like that they wouldn't make it."

"Oh, great, now your trying the guilt trip," Liz said, fuming. "If I were alone, great, but Alex also lives here—"

"Alex agreed already, he can make decisions on his own, and he knows what goes on your life, and he accepts the risk. You can't make yourself responsible for everyone that befriends you. Look, they can work on the Crashdown as payment, they won't mind."

"You know money is not the issue!" Liz immediately exclaimed.

"Then what is it?" Valenti asked.

"Okay, what if I don't get dragged into their mess, but the other way around?"

"That won't happened," Valenti assured. Valenti could see her restraint was crumbling down. "Your parents would have help them."

"Fine. Let me see the girl, I may be able to help. But I have a feeling her two companions will put up a fight," Liz said, already going up the stairs.

Smiling, the Sheriff followed Liz. Valenti introduced Liz to Michael, and then took her to see Isabel.

"Michael, can you pry Max off her?" Liz asked, putting the instruments she was going to use in a near night table.

Michael looked at the Sheriff still not sure if she should be doing this, but at the Sheriff's nod, he did as told, and Max didn't notice a thing.

Liz checked Isabel's bullet wound. "You are lucky, it didn't do too much damage."

"It didn't do much damage?! Look at her!" Michael exploded.

"I'm looking at her. But you should know something, when you want to take care of a bullet wound, try taking out the bullet first. Can you hold her down? I'm going to take the bullet out." Liz took one of the instruments she put on the night table and began to pull out the bullet, and like she had said, Isabel began to move.

Liz studied the bullet and saw that it was melt, like it had been exposed to radiation or something, but something else caught her attention. "I so don't want to know who you guys are hiding from." Seeing the glared Michael sent to Valenti, she explained, "Valenti didn't tell me anything, Michael. It's my own assumption, which now is confirmed. The reason the bullet wound isn't closing, and she is sleeping and so sick it's because the bullet was poisoned. This is a special bullet that carries poison inside, and once it impacts something, it opens."

"Poison?" Michael and Valenti echoed.

"Yeah, but it won't do her to much damage, since she's only been like this what , a day or two? It slowly weakens her, and it takes a week or so, to kill. Who ever shot her was planning on taking her with him, he definitely had something planned."

"A day, and can you do something about it?" Michael asked.

"Yep." Liz patched up the wound. "Common antibiotics would do the trick, you see, the poison they used can't be detected in labs, and when they finally do it's too late."

"If it isn't detected in labs then how could you detected so fast." Valenti questioned.

"The bullet." Liz said, tossing it to him. "See the mark on the bullet? That tells me what kind of bullet it is and what poison it carries."

"How do you know all this stuff?" Michael couldn't help but ask.

"My parents." Was the only answer Liz offered. "Alex," she called out.

Alex came in, looking every where except Liz. "Yeah?"

Liz smiled, "There isn't any blood on anyone, just on the towels. Can you get me some antibiotics ASAP?"

"No blood on anyone is good." Alex said, still not looking at her. "I'll make a few calls and ask for a special delivery, okay?" Before Liz answered he was out of the door.

Michael had a look of doubt on his face. "Will he get them? Everything is hard to find these days…"

Liz looked at Michael as if he were crazy. "Are you kiddin'? This is Alex we are talking about. He can do anything," Liz said, her admiration, trust and love for him clearly in her voice. For some reason Michael didn't like that at all. 'Is there something going on between the two of them?' He thought.

Liz looked at Max. "Was he hit too?"

Michael looked at Liz, not knowing what she meant he followed her gaze, when he saw who she was looking at, he answered, "No, he's just exhausted."

"Okay. Let's go outside, all this talk will probably wake them up, and they need rest," Liz advised, more like ordered.

They entered the living room, just as Alex hung up the phone. Alex turned to them. "The guy will be here in half an hour. He's bringing enough for one week, and your pills."

Liz nodded. "Alex, if you are tired go to bed. I'm sure you have to do things in the morning like that project you won't let me in on."

"Okay, but give me a hug first." When she hugged him, he whispered in her ear. "You look like you needed it. You know I'm here for you, so if you wanted to talk."

Liz hugged him tighter. "You'll be the first I turn too, but you need your rest."

Alex kissed her on top of the head, and let her go.

"Alex, you can use my bathroom if you need to in the morning." Liz called out. Liz turned to Michael and Valenti and blushed; realizing they had witness what just took place. "Is there anything else you need, Sheriff?"

"Trying to get rid of me already, Liz? I'm about to disappoint you, until the guy with the medicine comes, you never know who the guy turns out to be."

"Valenti, I can take care of myself," Liz reminded him.

Michael rolled his eyes and thought, 'Yeah, right.' He had no doubt that if someone tried to take her out with a single punch, she would already be falling on the floor, and if she was able to evade the first punch it would be due to her small size. But at the second time she wouldn't be so lucky.

"I know that, but I also want to make sure everything is okay here," Sheriff Valenti said.

Michael saw how Liz calmed down a little bit and decided he needed to ask Valenti a few pointers on women. 'I'll add humor them to the list.' Remembering something Alex said that caught he attention, he figured he should ask. "What did Alex mean when he said the guys was bringing the antibiotics and your pills, Liz?"

"That's none of your business," Liz coolly said. "I'm going downstairs and wait for the guy."

Michael watched Liz leave the room, and then turned to Valenti. "What? What did I say?"

Valenti just shrugged as an answer.

Fifteen minutes later Liz came up with a paper bag in her hand. Liz waved the bag in from of them. "Here they are. It would be better if you gave them to her," Liz said taking a vial out of the bag and handing it to Michael. "They are one every six hours. You should try it for three days if that doesn't work we'll try for another day." Liz didn't mention that if that also didn't work the hospital would be a better place to treat her.

Michael nodded, he had a feeling that they wouldn't work on her, because of their species, but he knew he had to humor Liz or she would know something was up. Once Max was up he would tell him what was wrong with Isabel, since Max had only been treating the bullet wound.

Liz and Valenti waited until Michael came back, once he did Valenti stood up. "Well, I'm going now."

Liz stood up also. "Say hi to Kyle for me."

"I will. Now you two kids behave." At their nod, Valenti left.

Liz turned to Michael, put her hand on her hips, and said, "You and I are going to have a chat."

To be continued…