Title: Answers
Author: PGILLUM486(or c. mccoy{my fanforum name})
Rating: PG(like kids listen or give a damn)
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack
Distribution: Only if it increases my fame
Summary: Now that they have the key to interpret the Destiny Book, what will they learn about themselves? Will they ever know all the answers? Liz needs answers too. What else will she discover about the family she'd always thought of as being just a normal american family?
This is Book Two of the Roswell Chronicles - my own continuation of the Roswell story. To understand what's going on, you need to read my first story 'What Could Have Been'. Feedback is good.
Chapter One
Max looked up from the pages Alex had printed out for him that morning. There were only four of them but there was a lot to read.
He had never imagined there could be so much. The metal book hadn't been that big - only about ten pages - but those few had been crammed packed with information and Alex had only made it through two of them. Even though he emphasized he couldn't be sure, Alex had said it appeared the last page contained maps and directions. To what, he didn't know yet.
Max had thought Alex would be finished with it already but, evidently, it wasn't as easy as he had thought. It didn't help that the guy had been afflicted with severe headaches recently. Probably all that time staring at the computer screen Max thought as lay back on his bed.
He was still getting used to the fact that they were free. No need to leave Earth, no need to save a star system they were no longer a part of, no need to leave the people they cared about. Nothing. As a matter of fact, the book had made it clear they were not to attempt to go home at all.
Neither he nor Isabel could shake the message from their mother out of their thoughts though. She had made it sound as if she expected them to come home. Max wasn't too sure the message hadn't been tampered with after everything Tic-Tac had said about Naesado.
Tess had said he had been against her showing them the pod chamber and he himself had warned them against setting the communicator off for fear of drawing unwanted attention to them. However, the best way to get teenagers to do what you don't want them to is to tell them not to. Had he used that bit of psychology to lure them into a trap? It was possible but it still didn't explain why the Skins had killed him if he was on their side.
Still so many questions. He couldn't worry about them now. There would always be questions. He wanted to find out what the rest of the book said and get back to a somewhat normal life now he could relax a little. He no longer had to worry about being a king or saving the universe.
He could concentrate on his life. Part of that life was coming over the next afternoon. Their parents had been ready to ground them both for life after their recent disappearing act. Liz had saved them both - again. She had apologized for leaving without a word about where she had gone and for pulling Max along. She had explained that she had been in the mood to research her family's history and had gotten so involved they had lost track of time.
He wasn't sure they believed her completely but they had let them off the hook. To add more credibility to her story, she was going to spend the morning with her father and listen to him ramble about their relatives. She didn't expect to learn anything along the lines of what she needed to know but it would ease Jeff's doubts about the validity of her story.
He pitied her for what he was sure she was going to be put through.
* * * * * *
Anyone who saw Liz's face would see one of pure boredom. She had been listening to her father give a long history of their family for almost an hour now. Having her teeth pulled was looking better and better by the minute.
Jeff Parker couldn't see her face but he had watched as his daughter gradually slouched farther and farther in the booth she sat in. He didn't believed she had lied to them - he almost didn't think she knew how - but he didn't think she was telling them everything either.
As long as Max Evans was involved, he didn't expect her to be completely honest. He still couldn't decide if Max was a good influence on her or not. During the time she'd been close to him, he and Nancy had seen her almost overflowing with excitement and than they'd seen her so miserable it broke their hearts - sometimes both in the span of twenty-four hours.
All relationships were like that but this one was more extreme than any he'd ever seen before. It wasn't a comforting feeling. He often wondered what she kept from them - and there was a lot.
"Your great-aunt used to fly around on a broomstick, Lizzie."
He watched her nod. "Mmmmm, is that right, dad?" After a second, he saw her sit up straight and turn to face him. "What did you say?"
"You haven't heard a word I've said in the past thirty minutes, have you?", he asked. "Did you lie to us, Liz?"
Liz got up and walked over to take a seat by her father at the counter. "No, dad, I didn't lie. I'm just not really interested in much you've had to say. It's all been very informative.", she added hurriedly. "I'm just looking for certain details; details that may go back farther than you might be familiar with."
"Like?"
"I don't know.", she said. "Like...weird stuff - of the unexplainable variety."
"Well, your great-great-grandmother had a pet raccoon that could say the alphabet.", he joked.
Liz smiled. "Forget it. Forget it."
"Look,", Jeff said. "The only thing I can tell you is the women in our family all share a lot of the same traits."
"Yeah,", Liz said, leaning forward, intrigued. This was what she'd been looking for. "Like what?"
"They share an uncanny sense of intuition, mom especially, that has served them well. They trust what their hearts tell them. They're also very intelligent. The men in the family have always made the comment that they married way over their heads. There are some traits that aren't so good too."
"What are they?"
"They've all lost their husbands early. Deep depression is something else they share too. I mean, it hasn't been the suicidal type but it's been pretty bad."
"Even grandma?", Liz asked. Her father nodded. "But she always seemed so happy."
"Well, she didn't have it as bad as others did.", Jeff explained. "She did have it though. I hope it's something our family's growing out of. Why do you ask?"
She shook her head. "No reason. I always felt close to Grandma Claudia, like we shared something special - something besides the grandmother- granddaughter thing. I just wondered if there was something specific we all shared."
Jeff smiled and turned to finish restocking the shelves. "I just wished some of it had rubbed off on the men."
Be careful what you wish for Liz thought as she walked up the stairs to her room. She was still sore from her experience in the cave. She could still feel Lilith's sorrow over losing the man who she had loved and the man who had loved her.
She remembered her own experiences with Max too. Each time she had lost him, it had hurt worse than the time before. If she lost him again, would it be the catalyst that brought about her own depression?
Losing him was still a possibility. Max expected them to get back together now that they knew the connection between them was more powerful than anybody would have guessed. There was still the matter of Tess. Future Max had made it clear Tess was not to go too far. They needed her to make a complete unit.
They had to make sure that happened.
Author: PGILLUM486(or c. mccoy{my fanforum name})
Rating: PG(like kids listen or give a damn)
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack
Distribution: Only if it increases my fame
Summary: Now that they have the key to interpret the Destiny Book, what will they learn about themselves? Will they ever know all the answers? Liz needs answers too. What else will she discover about the family she'd always thought of as being just a normal american family?
This is Book Two of the Roswell Chronicles - my own continuation of the Roswell story. To understand what's going on, you need to read my first story 'What Could Have Been'. Feedback is good.
Chapter One
Max looked up from the pages Alex had printed out for him that morning. There were only four of them but there was a lot to read.
He had never imagined there could be so much. The metal book hadn't been that big - only about ten pages - but those few had been crammed packed with information and Alex had only made it through two of them. Even though he emphasized he couldn't be sure, Alex had said it appeared the last page contained maps and directions. To what, he didn't know yet.
Max had thought Alex would be finished with it already but, evidently, it wasn't as easy as he had thought. It didn't help that the guy had been afflicted with severe headaches recently. Probably all that time staring at the computer screen Max thought as lay back on his bed.
He was still getting used to the fact that they were free. No need to leave Earth, no need to save a star system they were no longer a part of, no need to leave the people they cared about. Nothing. As a matter of fact, the book had made it clear they were not to attempt to go home at all.
Neither he nor Isabel could shake the message from their mother out of their thoughts though. She had made it sound as if she expected them to come home. Max wasn't too sure the message hadn't been tampered with after everything Tic-Tac had said about Naesado.
Tess had said he had been against her showing them the pod chamber and he himself had warned them against setting the communicator off for fear of drawing unwanted attention to them. However, the best way to get teenagers to do what you don't want them to is to tell them not to. Had he used that bit of psychology to lure them into a trap? It was possible but it still didn't explain why the Skins had killed him if he was on their side.
Still so many questions. He couldn't worry about them now. There would always be questions. He wanted to find out what the rest of the book said and get back to a somewhat normal life now he could relax a little. He no longer had to worry about being a king or saving the universe.
He could concentrate on his life. Part of that life was coming over the next afternoon. Their parents had been ready to ground them both for life after their recent disappearing act. Liz had saved them both - again. She had apologized for leaving without a word about where she had gone and for pulling Max along. She had explained that she had been in the mood to research her family's history and had gotten so involved they had lost track of time.
He wasn't sure they believed her completely but they had let them off the hook. To add more credibility to her story, she was going to spend the morning with her father and listen to him ramble about their relatives. She didn't expect to learn anything along the lines of what she needed to know but it would ease Jeff's doubts about the validity of her story.
He pitied her for what he was sure she was going to be put through.
* * * * * *
Anyone who saw Liz's face would see one of pure boredom. She had been listening to her father give a long history of their family for almost an hour now. Having her teeth pulled was looking better and better by the minute.
Jeff Parker couldn't see her face but he had watched as his daughter gradually slouched farther and farther in the booth she sat in. He didn't believed she had lied to them - he almost didn't think she knew how - but he didn't think she was telling them everything either.
As long as Max Evans was involved, he didn't expect her to be completely honest. He still couldn't decide if Max was a good influence on her or not. During the time she'd been close to him, he and Nancy had seen her almost overflowing with excitement and than they'd seen her so miserable it broke their hearts - sometimes both in the span of twenty-four hours.
All relationships were like that but this one was more extreme than any he'd ever seen before. It wasn't a comforting feeling. He often wondered what she kept from them - and there was a lot.
"Your great-aunt used to fly around on a broomstick, Lizzie."
He watched her nod. "Mmmmm, is that right, dad?" After a second, he saw her sit up straight and turn to face him. "What did you say?"
"You haven't heard a word I've said in the past thirty minutes, have you?", he asked. "Did you lie to us, Liz?"
Liz got up and walked over to take a seat by her father at the counter. "No, dad, I didn't lie. I'm just not really interested in much you've had to say. It's all been very informative.", she added hurriedly. "I'm just looking for certain details; details that may go back farther than you might be familiar with."
"Like?"
"I don't know.", she said. "Like...weird stuff - of the unexplainable variety."
"Well, your great-great-grandmother had a pet raccoon that could say the alphabet.", he joked.
Liz smiled. "Forget it. Forget it."
"Look,", Jeff said. "The only thing I can tell you is the women in our family all share a lot of the same traits."
"Yeah,", Liz said, leaning forward, intrigued. This was what she'd been looking for. "Like what?"
"They share an uncanny sense of intuition, mom especially, that has served them well. They trust what their hearts tell them. They're also very intelligent. The men in the family have always made the comment that they married way over their heads. There are some traits that aren't so good too."
"What are they?"
"They've all lost their husbands early. Deep depression is something else they share too. I mean, it hasn't been the suicidal type but it's been pretty bad."
"Even grandma?", Liz asked. Her father nodded. "But she always seemed so happy."
"Well, she didn't have it as bad as others did.", Jeff explained. "She did have it though. I hope it's something our family's growing out of. Why do you ask?"
She shook her head. "No reason. I always felt close to Grandma Claudia, like we shared something special - something besides the grandmother- granddaughter thing. I just wondered if there was something specific we all shared."
Jeff smiled and turned to finish restocking the shelves. "I just wished some of it had rubbed off on the men."
Be careful what you wish for Liz thought as she walked up the stairs to her room. She was still sore from her experience in the cave. She could still feel Lilith's sorrow over losing the man who she had loved and the man who had loved her.
She remembered her own experiences with Max too. Each time she had lost him, it had hurt worse than the time before. If she lost him again, would it be the catalyst that brought about her own depression?
Losing him was still a possibility. Max expected them to get back together now that they knew the connection between them was more powerful than anybody would have guessed. There was still the matter of Tess. Future Max had made it clear Tess was not to go too far. They needed her to make a complete unit.
They had to make sure that happened.