I own no part of Rowell, the series, or claim any rights. The plot is
mine, and sorry if it is similar to anyone else's.
Also thanks to eagle219406, Kathryn and princess for their r/r. And princess, unfortunately, no this is not a Max/Tess fic. I am sorry, but since Tess is bye bye as of the third and final season, I decided to stay true to that, even if there is some chance she is alive. I plan to write my own short version of season #4, and it would cause to much turmoil in the future fics that I plan to write for Roswell, but if you and others really want me to put Tess in sometime, I might put her in somewhere down the line...not in this fic though. Once again, thanks for your comments.
Dunwich, Vermont approx. 50 miles south of Orange County
June 25, 2003
The diner was almost empty, except for a few customers spread throughout the many tables. A petite dark brown hair young woman wiped down the counter and turned to the cook, a surly looking man with a graying beard. "Ok Sam, I think I can take it from here! I am sure Alicia will want you home right now."
Sam looked up from his stove, and his wrinkled face worsened as he grinned his thanks, and headed to the back to gather his things. Coming around the front, he gave the young woman a fatherly hug and said, "Thanks Beth. Alicia and I both thank you for letting me off early these past few weeks. Alicia really needs help with Cory and Cody. Lauren will be in later to help you clean up and close the diner okay?" Beth gave him a reassuring nod, and smiled as he left, both giving a final wave goodbye.
The woman occupied herself by cleaning the floor of her diner and answering the phone with a cheerful, "Evandez, this is Elizabeth, can I help you." It was almost half an hour later that a sulky teenager in faded jeans and skimpy top almost stomped into the now empty Evandez. Elizabeth attempted to greet the girl, but she gave her the darkest look, which made the older woman think twice. After several minutes of tense silence in which the girl took up a broom and sweep the restaurant, Elizabeth finally could stand it no longer. "Okay," she exclaimed, putting aside the cash register she had been emptying, "What is the matter with you Lauren?"
Lauren stood up straight and almost yelled, "Nothing is the matter." Clearly not convinced, Elizabeth continued to stare at the girl until Lauren began to twitch under her gaze. "Fine," she cried, "It is so not fair that I am stuck sweeping and mopping up this place instead of hanging out with my friends, like a NORMAL teenager would do, but as if that is not enough, I have to stay in this weekend and help my mom with those two brats when I was going to the movies with Karen and Kelsey. It is so not fair."
Elizabeth smiled sympathetically, yet for the first time, Lauren noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes. Managing to drag herself out of her world-revolves-around-me attitude, she looked at Elizabeth with increased intensity. "Are you okay Liz?" she asked worriedly.
"What did you call me?" Elizabeth asked quietly, her voice full of panic. Lauren stared at her.
"I called you Liz. I am sorry, I didn't know you didn't like to be called that," Lauren said worriedly, wringing her hands. "Look Mrs. Evander, I am sorry I came in here with an attitude. I know I am a little self-center and selfish, but I didn't mean to take it out on you, really! I am so sorry. Please don't be angry at me! I didn't mean any of it."
Elizabeth raised her hand, silencing Lauren. "Don't worry about it. I am fine, and you don't have to call me Mrs. Evander. Liz is fine. I was just...remembering something that was once upon a time." She paused and looked at the clock. "Look Lauren, I have decided to close the diner early today. You can go and hang out with your friends if you want. I feel a little tired today."
"Are you sure," Lauren asked, not convinced that everything was alright. Elizabeth nodded, smiling her old smile, the one that Lauren and everyone in Dunwich had come to know. Lauren beamed at Elizabeth and gave her a big hug. "Thanks Liz, you are the best! I wish my parents were as understanding as you, but they are like aliens to me. We just don't understand each other."
The older woman laughed as the girl left the diner in a mad dash, and turned back to her counter. "Their nothing compared to the real thing!" Elizabeth Evander, once known as Liz Parker motioned for her keys on the far end of the kitchen and they zoomed into her hand. She gathered her jacket and purse from behind the counter and headed out the front door. With a quick look at the fluorescent light, it changed from "Open" to "Closed." She turned away from the door and headed to her car followed by the sound of the restaurant door locking seemingly on it's own.
Minutes later she was driving down the main street of Dunwich, a city that for all it's seemingly small appearance, was more diverse and advanced than people thought. She parked outside of the "Dunwich Museum of History," and hurried inside. There she was greeted by the eager arms of her husband. They kissed for several moments and turned to leave. A young man hurried over to them. "Maxwell, I just want to say congratulations on getting the city to approve the second floor exhibit! I am sure you and your wife are very happy!"
Maxwell "Max Evans" Evander smiled the devastating smile that still set tingles down his wife's spine. "Thanks Arthur. I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early." Together man and wife left the building, and got in the car. Max listened in the same brooding silence as always as Liz retold the events of the day and laughed with her when she told him of Lauren's last remark. "So, you decided to close up a little early today because of Lauren's little outburst?" Max asked in his serious way.
Liz frowned. "No, it's not just that. I've had this feeling all day. A feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is going to happen. I think someone is coming Max."
Max sat up quickly, his body tensing. His next words held no doubt that he believed her, "We need to call the others."
~Sorry about this chapter, I am a bit busy, so I decided to pull out this part a little. Don't worry, things will pick up soon. Keep checking in, and tell me what you think. I really do enjoy getting reviews...even if they aren't good...I do like the good ones better though! ^_~
Also thanks to eagle219406, Kathryn and princess for their r/r. And princess, unfortunately, no this is not a Max/Tess fic. I am sorry, but since Tess is bye bye as of the third and final season, I decided to stay true to that, even if there is some chance she is alive. I plan to write my own short version of season #4, and it would cause to much turmoil in the future fics that I plan to write for Roswell, but if you and others really want me to put Tess in sometime, I might put her in somewhere down the line...not in this fic though. Once again, thanks for your comments.
Dunwich, Vermont approx. 50 miles south of Orange County
June 25, 2003
The diner was almost empty, except for a few customers spread throughout the many tables. A petite dark brown hair young woman wiped down the counter and turned to the cook, a surly looking man with a graying beard. "Ok Sam, I think I can take it from here! I am sure Alicia will want you home right now."
Sam looked up from his stove, and his wrinkled face worsened as he grinned his thanks, and headed to the back to gather his things. Coming around the front, he gave the young woman a fatherly hug and said, "Thanks Beth. Alicia and I both thank you for letting me off early these past few weeks. Alicia really needs help with Cory and Cody. Lauren will be in later to help you clean up and close the diner okay?" Beth gave him a reassuring nod, and smiled as he left, both giving a final wave goodbye.
The woman occupied herself by cleaning the floor of her diner and answering the phone with a cheerful, "Evandez, this is Elizabeth, can I help you." It was almost half an hour later that a sulky teenager in faded jeans and skimpy top almost stomped into the now empty Evandez. Elizabeth attempted to greet the girl, but she gave her the darkest look, which made the older woman think twice. After several minutes of tense silence in which the girl took up a broom and sweep the restaurant, Elizabeth finally could stand it no longer. "Okay," she exclaimed, putting aside the cash register she had been emptying, "What is the matter with you Lauren?"
Lauren stood up straight and almost yelled, "Nothing is the matter." Clearly not convinced, Elizabeth continued to stare at the girl until Lauren began to twitch under her gaze. "Fine," she cried, "It is so not fair that I am stuck sweeping and mopping up this place instead of hanging out with my friends, like a NORMAL teenager would do, but as if that is not enough, I have to stay in this weekend and help my mom with those two brats when I was going to the movies with Karen and Kelsey. It is so not fair."
Elizabeth smiled sympathetically, yet for the first time, Lauren noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes. Managing to drag herself out of her world-revolves-around-me attitude, she looked at Elizabeth with increased intensity. "Are you okay Liz?" she asked worriedly.
"What did you call me?" Elizabeth asked quietly, her voice full of panic. Lauren stared at her.
"I called you Liz. I am sorry, I didn't know you didn't like to be called that," Lauren said worriedly, wringing her hands. "Look Mrs. Evander, I am sorry I came in here with an attitude. I know I am a little self-center and selfish, but I didn't mean to take it out on you, really! I am so sorry. Please don't be angry at me! I didn't mean any of it."
Elizabeth raised her hand, silencing Lauren. "Don't worry about it. I am fine, and you don't have to call me Mrs. Evander. Liz is fine. I was just...remembering something that was once upon a time." She paused and looked at the clock. "Look Lauren, I have decided to close the diner early today. You can go and hang out with your friends if you want. I feel a little tired today."
"Are you sure," Lauren asked, not convinced that everything was alright. Elizabeth nodded, smiling her old smile, the one that Lauren and everyone in Dunwich had come to know. Lauren beamed at Elizabeth and gave her a big hug. "Thanks Liz, you are the best! I wish my parents were as understanding as you, but they are like aliens to me. We just don't understand each other."
The older woman laughed as the girl left the diner in a mad dash, and turned back to her counter. "Their nothing compared to the real thing!" Elizabeth Evander, once known as Liz Parker motioned for her keys on the far end of the kitchen and they zoomed into her hand. She gathered her jacket and purse from behind the counter and headed out the front door. With a quick look at the fluorescent light, it changed from "Open" to "Closed." She turned away from the door and headed to her car followed by the sound of the restaurant door locking seemingly on it's own.
Minutes later she was driving down the main street of Dunwich, a city that for all it's seemingly small appearance, was more diverse and advanced than people thought. She parked outside of the "Dunwich Museum of History," and hurried inside. There she was greeted by the eager arms of her husband. They kissed for several moments and turned to leave. A young man hurried over to them. "Maxwell, I just want to say congratulations on getting the city to approve the second floor exhibit! I am sure you and your wife are very happy!"
Maxwell "Max Evans" Evander smiled the devastating smile that still set tingles down his wife's spine. "Thanks Arthur. I'll see you tomorrow, bright and early." Together man and wife left the building, and got in the car. Max listened in the same brooding silence as always as Liz retold the events of the day and laughed with her when she told him of Lauren's last remark. "So, you decided to close up a little early today because of Lauren's little outburst?" Max asked in his serious way.
Liz frowned. "No, it's not just that. I've had this feeling all day. A feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is going to happen. I think someone is coming Max."
Max sat up quickly, his body tensing. His next words held no doubt that he believed her, "We need to call the others."
~Sorry about this chapter, I am a bit busy, so I decided to pull out this part a little. Don't worry, things will pick up soon. Keep checking in, and tell me what you think. I really do enjoy getting reviews...even if they aren't good...I do like the good ones better though! ^_~