ME: Ooh, suspenseful! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Anyway, it is time for chapter
eight, making this fic the longest one I've even written, YAY! (Does a
little celebration dance.)
VEGETA: Ahem.
ME: (Stops dancing.) What? Oh, right, the disclaimer!
DO I RELLY NEED TO DO THIS FOR EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER? I THINK IT'S PRETTY CLEAR BY NOW THAT I DON'T OWN ROSWELL. WELL, I DON'T OWN RIGHT NOW ANYWAY...
ME: Okay then, story time!
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The four of them leapt out of their seats and charged at Max. Bombarding him with their endless questions.
"Did you find Liz, Max?"
"Is she with you?"
"What about the kid?" Max put his hands up to stem the flood of questions.
"Yes, I found her. And Adam." He said slowly, making sure he had everyone's attention. "No, she's not here right now, I said we would pick her up on the way back to Roswell tomorrow. Okay?" He lowered his hands. "I'm going to bed." Before they could ask him anything else, he spun on his heels and left the room. Kyle, Isabel, Maria and Michael all looked at each other, bemused.
"What's eating him?" Kyle asked.
"No idea." Maria replied. Her eyes lit up, excited. "But we're gonna see Liz again tomorrow!"
The next day, lunchtime:
Adam sat alone on his bedroom floor. He stared at the bare walls, where all his posters used to hang. The corner where his toy-boxes once lay. His bed, now totally stripped of his sheets. He sighed, it looked so empty now. Downstairs, he could hear the sounds of his mother's frantic last-minute packing. His suitcases were already done.
In his hands, there was the plastic box he kept his ninjas in. He was allowed to keep one toy out of the suitcase for the long journey back to Roswell and the ninjas were his favourites. There were ten of them, all different colours. When he was four he'd selected them from the toy store himself, instead of toy more suited to a child that small. But the thing he loved most about them was the face that he could make them move without ever touching them. It wasn't just the ninjas though, as Liz had found out when he was very small, he could make anything move, just by thinking about it. Willing it with his mind. Not like he understood why or anything, just that he could. And that wasn't all he could do.
Flashback:
Liz sat on the couch watching TV as a three-year-old Adam played with his toys on the ground near her. It was a funny, little clown toy that squeaked in you pressed its nose. His mother hated the thing, it was really annoying but Adam loved it. He would sit with the scary thing for hours just pushing the nose. Endless amusement, if you're three.
Suddenly, there was a fizzling sound coming from the back of the TV set. Liz got up to check it out, but Adam grabbed her trouser leg.
"No, mommy. It's bad." Liz looked at him curiously.
"Bad? What's bad, sweetie?" He pointed his finger towers the TV set, then looked at her, and for a moment, his dark eyes looked very much like someone else's...
"TV's bad, it'll boom." He kept staring at her in the scarily haunting way. "Don't go see. It'll boom." She smiled at him reassuringly.
"Don't be silly, it'll be fine." She turned back to the TV again but he kept his hold on her leg.
"No!" Boom. The set exploded. Shattered debris covered the carpet and twisted pieces of hot plastic and glass were stuck to the walls. Liz just stood there, shocked beyond belief with Adam still clinging onto her trouser leg. She looked down at him, mouth agape.
"See? Boom." Was all he said before going back to play with his clown.
End flashback:
He shuddered a little as the flashback left him as quick as it had came. That was another thing he didn't understand. Sometimes pictures would pop up in his head just by touching things, or thinking too hard. A knock at the door shook him out of his reverie. Liz stuck her head round.
"Come on, Adam. Your dad'll be here any minute now." He got wearily to his feet and took one last, long look at what was once his bedroom.
"Goodbye." He whispered softly, and then walked out.
Liz stood at the foot of the stairs, a suitcase in her hand and another at her feet. She smiled reassuringly at her son as he trudged down the stairs, seeming to move as slowly as humanely possible without going in reverse. He looked at her pleadingly.
"Do we really have to go?" She dropped the suitcase and went over to him and hugged him tightly.
"Yes."
Ding-dong! The doorbell distracted them. Liz stood upright and walked over to the door. Then, taking a very deep breath in the process, she swung the door open. And there, after eight years apart were all her friends.
But only half the people she'd left behind.
For a moment nobody moved. Then, as was expected, Maria squealed, run up to Liz and hugged her like crazy.
"Oh my God! I can't believe it!" She said finally, after squeezing all the wind out of her friend. She turned to Michael. "Spaceboy, did you bring my cedar oil?" He grinned.
"Yeah, it's in the car, I'll get it." He smiled at Liz. "Nice to see you again, crystal ball." He walked back to the cars. Liz couldn't help but smile, it was as if nothing had changed at all. No actually, one thing had definitely changed. Maria looked past Liz for a second, in the direction of the small person standing nervously at the stairs.
"Is that..." Liz nodded her head.
"Yep. That's my boy, Adam. Come on, sweetie, say hi to my friends." He slowly walked forwards to stand at the doorway next to his mother.
"Hi." He said, very unenthusiastically. Maria didn't seem to notice though, she was already squealing about how cute and adorable he was.
"...And he looks just like Max too, doesn't he?" She turned back to the others, who all nodded in agreement.
Soon, after the reunion was long over and everyone had gotten over how alike Max and Adam were. They were back in the cars and heading out of Seattle. Max, Liz, Adam and Maria in Max's car, Isabel, Kyle and Michael in Isabel's car. Max had done all he could to get Adam to like him more by offering him the front passenger's seat, to which the child had grudgingly complied but still looked like he'd much rather be somewhere else. He just sat, staring out of the window, while his mother and her best friend caught up in the backseat.
"So, do you like baseball?" He looked over to his dad. Poor guy was obviously trying hard to get to know his own son, but so far the results were negative.
"Yeah, it's alright." He said slowly. "But I prefer basketball."
"Do you play?"
"Yeah, or at least, I did play. Until you turned up." Max's face fell and Adam went back to staring out of the window. He knew he'd hurt his dad, but what was the point in pretending he wanted to be here? He hated everything about the whole situation, including Max and all his friends. For all he knew, they could all up and leave one day too, and how on Earth would his mother cope with that? Ignoring all his father's attempts at conversation, he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the rain beating off of the window.
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ME: Whew, long chapter! REVIEW IT!
VEGETA: Ahem.
ME: (Stops dancing.) What? Oh, right, the disclaimer!
DO I RELLY NEED TO DO THIS FOR EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER? I THINK IT'S PRETTY CLEAR BY NOW THAT I DON'T OWN ROSWELL. WELL, I DON'T OWN RIGHT NOW ANYWAY...
ME: Okay then, story time!
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The four of them leapt out of their seats and charged at Max. Bombarding him with their endless questions.
"Did you find Liz, Max?"
"Is she with you?"
"What about the kid?" Max put his hands up to stem the flood of questions.
"Yes, I found her. And Adam." He said slowly, making sure he had everyone's attention. "No, she's not here right now, I said we would pick her up on the way back to Roswell tomorrow. Okay?" He lowered his hands. "I'm going to bed." Before they could ask him anything else, he spun on his heels and left the room. Kyle, Isabel, Maria and Michael all looked at each other, bemused.
"What's eating him?" Kyle asked.
"No idea." Maria replied. Her eyes lit up, excited. "But we're gonna see Liz again tomorrow!"
The next day, lunchtime:
Adam sat alone on his bedroom floor. He stared at the bare walls, where all his posters used to hang. The corner where his toy-boxes once lay. His bed, now totally stripped of his sheets. He sighed, it looked so empty now. Downstairs, he could hear the sounds of his mother's frantic last-minute packing. His suitcases were already done.
In his hands, there was the plastic box he kept his ninjas in. He was allowed to keep one toy out of the suitcase for the long journey back to Roswell and the ninjas were his favourites. There were ten of them, all different colours. When he was four he'd selected them from the toy store himself, instead of toy more suited to a child that small. But the thing he loved most about them was the face that he could make them move without ever touching them. It wasn't just the ninjas though, as Liz had found out when he was very small, he could make anything move, just by thinking about it. Willing it with his mind. Not like he understood why or anything, just that he could. And that wasn't all he could do.
Flashback:
Liz sat on the couch watching TV as a three-year-old Adam played with his toys on the ground near her. It was a funny, little clown toy that squeaked in you pressed its nose. His mother hated the thing, it was really annoying but Adam loved it. He would sit with the scary thing for hours just pushing the nose. Endless amusement, if you're three.
Suddenly, there was a fizzling sound coming from the back of the TV set. Liz got up to check it out, but Adam grabbed her trouser leg.
"No, mommy. It's bad." Liz looked at him curiously.
"Bad? What's bad, sweetie?" He pointed his finger towers the TV set, then looked at her, and for a moment, his dark eyes looked very much like someone else's...
"TV's bad, it'll boom." He kept staring at her in the scarily haunting way. "Don't go see. It'll boom." She smiled at him reassuringly.
"Don't be silly, it'll be fine." She turned back to the TV again but he kept his hold on her leg.
"No!" Boom. The set exploded. Shattered debris covered the carpet and twisted pieces of hot plastic and glass were stuck to the walls. Liz just stood there, shocked beyond belief with Adam still clinging onto her trouser leg. She looked down at him, mouth agape.
"See? Boom." Was all he said before going back to play with his clown.
End flashback:
He shuddered a little as the flashback left him as quick as it had came. That was another thing he didn't understand. Sometimes pictures would pop up in his head just by touching things, or thinking too hard. A knock at the door shook him out of his reverie. Liz stuck her head round.
"Come on, Adam. Your dad'll be here any minute now." He got wearily to his feet and took one last, long look at what was once his bedroom.
"Goodbye." He whispered softly, and then walked out.
Liz stood at the foot of the stairs, a suitcase in her hand and another at her feet. She smiled reassuringly at her son as he trudged down the stairs, seeming to move as slowly as humanely possible without going in reverse. He looked at her pleadingly.
"Do we really have to go?" She dropped the suitcase and went over to him and hugged him tightly.
"Yes."
Ding-dong! The doorbell distracted them. Liz stood upright and walked over to the door. Then, taking a very deep breath in the process, she swung the door open. And there, after eight years apart were all her friends.
But only half the people she'd left behind.
For a moment nobody moved. Then, as was expected, Maria squealed, run up to Liz and hugged her like crazy.
"Oh my God! I can't believe it!" She said finally, after squeezing all the wind out of her friend. She turned to Michael. "Spaceboy, did you bring my cedar oil?" He grinned.
"Yeah, it's in the car, I'll get it." He smiled at Liz. "Nice to see you again, crystal ball." He walked back to the cars. Liz couldn't help but smile, it was as if nothing had changed at all. No actually, one thing had definitely changed. Maria looked past Liz for a second, in the direction of the small person standing nervously at the stairs.
"Is that..." Liz nodded her head.
"Yep. That's my boy, Adam. Come on, sweetie, say hi to my friends." He slowly walked forwards to stand at the doorway next to his mother.
"Hi." He said, very unenthusiastically. Maria didn't seem to notice though, she was already squealing about how cute and adorable he was.
"...And he looks just like Max too, doesn't he?" She turned back to the others, who all nodded in agreement.
Soon, after the reunion was long over and everyone had gotten over how alike Max and Adam were. They were back in the cars and heading out of Seattle. Max, Liz, Adam and Maria in Max's car, Isabel, Kyle and Michael in Isabel's car. Max had done all he could to get Adam to like him more by offering him the front passenger's seat, to which the child had grudgingly complied but still looked like he'd much rather be somewhere else. He just sat, staring out of the window, while his mother and her best friend caught up in the backseat.
"So, do you like baseball?" He looked over to his dad. Poor guy was obviously trying hard to get to know his own son, but so far the results were negative.
"Yeah, it's alright." He said slowly. "But I prefer basketball."
"Do you play?"
"Yeah, or at least, I did play. Until you turned up." Max's face fell and Adam went back to staring out of the window. He knew he'd hurt his dad, but what was the point in pretending he wanted to be here? He hated everything about the whole situation, including Max and all his friends. For all he knew, they could all up and leave one day too, and how on Earth would his mother cope with that? Ignoring all his father's attempts at conversation, he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the rain beating off of the window.
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ME: Whew, long chapter! REVIEW IT!