Title: Prodigal
Author: Terin
Summary: Crossover between Roswell and Dark Angel. Read to find out the rest!
Disclaimer: You know the drill: I Don't own, you don't sue (its not like I have anything you'd want anyway.)
Author's Note: Okay, this is a post-pulse story. Everything in Roswell has happened except it's happened in 2020. Alex is alive, Tess is still there, Liz/Max*, Michael/Maria, Max/Logan. So basically it's season 3 for Roswell and Season 2 for Dark Angel (after Harbor Lights). And yes, there is a virus, but we'll see what we can do about that. Since my italics seem not to be working, Roswell Max will have a little star* by his name(I hope it comes out okay). This is my first posted story, so read and review!
And now, onto our scheduled fanfic...
Part 2: And then Reality Slaps You in the Face
Seattle-Logan
Logan picked up the newspaper that Max had carelessly discarded moments before she had walked out the door. The picture she had been looking at was of a young girl of about her age--pretty, and probably rich, considering her picture was in the announcements. He read the caption beneath it. It was then that he began adding two and two together. Shaved head...ten years ago...out of the blue adopted her. If there's even a possibility of this girl being who I think she, is, I better get to her, now, before Manticore does.
I have to get out. I have to leave town and all my friends. I have to run again, and all because my stupid parents...no, it's not really their fault, they just thought they were doing something cute...must have cost them a fortune.
"Lizzie, you found it!"
"Huh?"
"The announcement. Happy birthday sweetheart! I can't believe it's been 10 years!"
"Oh, yeah, the announcement. Great, yeah, thanks, uh, I really like it. God, it must have cost you guys a fortune."
"Anything for our baby girl. I love you Lizzie." Ed Parker hugged his daughter tight.
"I love you too, daddy." A single tear escaped from the eye of the girl once known as Nat and made it's way to the shirt of the man she had known as her father for half of her life. "I'll miss you, daddy," she whispered, too softly for anyone but herself to here. She pulled out of her father's embrace and went up stairs to pack her suitcase.
Zack warned you. You knew this time would come. You knew that this would happen. You shouldn't have let yourself get close. It's always harder after that.
Liz set her face with a firm military resolve. She'd always been the timid little girl at the back of the room, always afraid to let anyone penetrate that tough brick wall she'd set up around herself. No one had really come close. No one except for Max* Evans, a boy who in many ways was like herself--trying to survive in a tough post-pulse world, trying not to stand out, trying not to get dead. She'd been so close to telling him a million times--after all, he'd told her his secret, why shouldn't she trust him? It had been a million little things that had stopped her...first not knowing weather to trust him...later knowing that trusting him would bring the others: Isabel, Michael, Maria, Alex, Kyle, and even Tess into her world. And the truth was, for her it was a dangerous world. Far more dangerous than the demons they struggled to stay ahead of. Manticore was so much more powerful than anything the aliens had faced--Tupulski, Agent Pierce, the Secret Unit, and Nacedo, even
the skins--their dangers paled in comparison to hers. She knew that the secret unit's funding had been fading, Nacedo was dead, Pierce was dead, and as for the skins, well, they'd just have to see what happened with that. But Manticore was relentless. It had surpassed all odds in its persistence in genetic engineering, and on finding Nat and her brothers and sisters. It had seemed virtually unharmed by the pulse--a catastrophe that according to Nacedo, who had infiltrated the secret unit's system, had done serious damage to the Unit. She knew that she would only be further endangering their already dangerous lives if she had told them.
I won't let it happen again. I just won't get close to anyone. It was a mistake. It won't be repeated.
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Dear Max*,
I want you to know that I loved you like I have never loved anyone before. You make me want to be a better person, and for that, I thank you. I'm leaving, and I doubt that I will ever come back. I would like nothing more than to stay here, but that would be selfish, and by doing so, I would not only endanger myself but the seven of you as well. I trust you, Max, which is why I am writing you this letter. I know that had I told you the secret I have carried for so long now you would have helped me bear its burden to the end, but the truth is, I love you to much to endanger you in that way. The seven of you have been a second family to me, and I was lucky to have you all in my life, if only for a little while. Tell my parents I love them, tell them that there was nothing they could have done to keep me from leaving. Don't tell them about this letter, just tell them that. Tell Maria that she'll always be my best friend in the entire world, tell Alex that he's been more like a
brother to me than anyone has in a long time. Tell Isabel and Michael that I'll always remember them, and tell Kyle that he always had ways to make me laugh and smile. As for Tess, tell her that she won. Don't blame yourself for my leaving--you were the only thing that kept me here so long. Don't try and follow me; in fact, it's better if you forget me all together. I'll always love you and think about you,
Love,
Liz
AN-okay, I know this was a really, really short chapter, but I'm working on a much longer one and should have it out by tomorrow. Reviews, please!
Author: Terin
Summary: Crossover between Roswell and Dark Angel. Read to find out the rest!
Disclaimer: You know the drill: I Don't own, you don't sue (its not like I have anything you'd want anyway.)
Author's Note: Okay, this is a post-pulse story. Everything in Roswell has happened except it's happened in 2020. Alex is alive, Tess is still there, Liz/Max*, Michael/Maria, Max/Logan. So basically it's season 3 for Roswell and Season 2 for Dark Angel (after Harbor Lights). And yes, there is a virus, but we'll see what we can do about that. Since my italics seem not to be working, Roswell Max will have a little star* by his name(I hope it comes out okay). This is my first posted story, so read and review!
And now, onto our scheduled fanfic...
Part 2: And then Reality Slaps You in the Face
Seattle-Logan
Logan picked up the newspaper that Max had carelessly discarded moments before she had walked out the door. The picture she had been looking at was of a young girl of about her age--pretty, and probably rich, considering her picture was in the announcements. He read the caption beneath it. It was then that he began adding two and two together. Shaved head...ten years ago...out of the blue adopted her. If there's even a possibility of this girl being who I think she, is, I better get to her, now, before Manticore does.
I have to get out. I have to leave town and all my friends. I have to run again, and all because my stupid parents...no, it's not really their fault, they just thought they were doing something cute...must have cost them a fortune.
"Lizzie, you found it!"
"Huh?"
"The announcement. Happy birthday sweetheart! I can't believe it's been 10 years!"
"Oh, yeah, the announcement. Great, yeah, thanks, uh, I really like it. God, it must have cost you guys a fortune."
"Anything for our baby girl. I love you Lizzie." Ed Parker hugged his daughter tight.
"I love you too, daddy." A single tear escaped from the eye of the girl once known as Nat and made it's way to the shirt of the man she had known as her father for half of her life. "I'll miss you, daddy," she whispered, too softly for anyone but herself to here. She pulled out of her father's embrace and went up stairs to pack her suitcase.
Zack warned you. You knew this time would come. You knew that this would happen. You shouldn't have let yourself get close. It's always harder after that.
Liz set her face with a firm military resolve. She'd always been the timid little girl at the back of the room, always afraid to let anyone penetrate that tough brick wall she'd set up around herself. No one had really come close. No one except for Max* Evans, a boy who in many ways was like herself--trying to survive in a tough post-pulse world, trying not to stand out, trying not to get dead. She'd been so close to telling him a million times--after all, he'd told her his secret, why shouldn't she trust him? It had been a million little things that had stopped her...first not knowing weather to trust him...later knowing that trusting him would bring the others: Isabel, Michael, Maria, Alex, Kyle, and even Tess into her world. And the truth was, for her it was a dangerous world. Far more dangerous than the demons they struggled to stay ahead of. Manticore was so much more powerful than anything the aliens had faced--Tupulski, Agent Pierce, the Secret Unit, and Nacedo, even
the skins--their dangers paled in comparison to hers. She knew that the secret unit's funding had been fading, Nacedo was dead, Pierce was dead, and as for the skins, well, they'd just have to see what happened with that. But Manticore was relentless. It had surpassed all odds in its persistence in genetic engineering, and on finding Nat and her brothers and sisters. It had seemed virtually unharmed by the pulse--a catastrophe that according to Nacedo, who had infiltrated the secret unit's system, had done serious damage to the Unit. She knew that she would only be further endangering their already dangerous lives if she had told them.
I won't let it happen again. I just won't get close to anyone. It was a mistake. It won't be repeated.
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Dear Max*,
I want you to know that I loved you like I have never loved anyone before. You make me want to be a better person, and for that, I thank you. I'm leaving, and I doubt that I will ever come back. I would like nothing more than to stay here, but that would be selfish, and by doing so, I would not only endanger myself but the seven of you as well. I trust you, Max, which is why I am writing you this letter. I know that had I told you the secret I have carried for so long now you would have helped me bear its burden to the end, but the truth is, I love you to much to endanger you in that way. The seven of you have been a second family to me, and I was lucky to have you all in my life, if only for a little while. Tell my parents I love them, tell them that there was nothing they could have done to keep me from leaving. Don't tell them about this letter, just tell them that. Tell Maria that she'll always be my best friend in the entire world, tell Alex that he's been more like a
brother to me than anyone has in a long time. Tell Isabel and Michael that I'll always remember them, and tell Kyle that he always had ways to make me laugh and smile. As for Tess, tell her that she won. Don't blame yourself for my leaving--you were the only thing that kept me here so long. Don't try and follow me; in fact, it's better if you forget me all together. I'll always love you and think about you,
Love,
Liz
AN-okay, I know this was a really, really short chapter, but I'm working on a much longer one and should have it out by tomorrow. Reviews, please!