I own and claim no part of Roswell, the series. The plot is mine (also any
unfamiliar characters, though there are not that many), and sorry if it is
similar to anyone else's...
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The Return...
The men in grey suits paced back in forth, in agitation. Lonnie looked up from her seat near the door of the cold, grey building. She paused in throwing a small, squishy red ball between her hands. "Yo, can you sit down or somethin'? How many times do I have to tell you, it's ice. We'll have the kid in a few days, and everyone will be happy and livin' in our own alien condos on Antar!"
Rath grinned from his place against the opposite wall. "When we get the kid, I want Max and the faggot, Michael. I still think I am better looking then him." He brushed a hand over his short mohawk.
The grey suits scowled. One, who called himself Riso, said angrily, "I do not think you have yet realized the severity of what has happened. The former queen of Antar has stolen the son. The great Khivar will not accept this. We may all be punished for your inabilities."
Lonnie jumped up from her comfortable chair, a mask of loveliness on her face. "What did you just say?" she asked sweetly. Behind his sunglasses, Riso began to feel a slight coldness, before he went completely blind.
"What...what have you done! You bitch!"
Lonnie smiled happily. "Stupid little puppy." Her smile changed into an evil smirk, as blood began to slowly trickle from Riso's ear.
"Enough!"
The adolescent voice was enough to make Lonnie frown, and look somewhat flustered. A teen boy, probably around seventeen, looked at them with some amusement and something that Lonnie couldn't identify. He was considerably adorable and cute, but his eyes told the story of hardness and ruthlessness. "I am tired of waiting for you. I trust there have been no problems?" He looked toward Lonnie, who looked away, to Rath, and his amused smile disappeared, and a furious scowl took it's place. "Now, what I expect to hear next is that little Zan Jr. is ready to return to Antar." He walked forward, and stopped mere inches away from Lonnie, so close, their foreheads were almost touching. "Viladria, beautiful and deadly." His hand reached around and gripped the back of her neck painfully. "Where is the child?"
Lonnie squirmed in discomfort, and gave the boy a smile. "There was a small complication, but nothing that can't be fixed in a few days."
"Oh really," he asked.
"Lord Khivar, you must understand. Ava herself intervened. She has the child. It seems she plans to reunite the child with King-"the brave grey suit faltered at the furious glance from Khivar. Immediately the suit corrected himself, "I mean Zan, the one who now calls himself Max."
Khivar released Lonnie and turned to the unfortunate suit. "Really? And who let her take the child?"
The suit stepped back. "No one sir. It just happened."
Khivar sighed. "Excuses. I hate them." He turned his head to Lonnie. "I give you seven earth days. Seven days to get the child and return him to me. This is the utmost importance. If I am disappointed once more, not only will you never return to Antar, but you'll never live to regret the possibility." Khivar turned back to the grey suit. "Incompetence. Unacceptable."
The suit who had managed to speak up screamed, and Rath, Lonnie and the remaining suits watched (in Riso's case, listened) as he convulsed to the floor, the suit's face a dark purple. Within seconds, he was dead. "Get rid of the host's body. The soldier will be dealt with here on Antar."
Khivar walked toward the back door. He turned as if remembering something. "Give that idiot," he nodded toward Riso, "His sight back. I want everyone at top shape for this. And don't make me turn anyone into another example." With that, he walked beyond the back door and was gone.
......
Ava focused on the traffic ahead of her and was grateful she was able to steal a car with air conditioning in the crappy parking lot she was reduced to jacking from. Jenny's Market and Clothes wasn't exactly THE place to go, but Ava had no choice but to get a car and get the hell out of where she was. She sighed and looked over to her tiny passenger. Little Zan lay in his newly bought carseat (yes she actually bought it) and was fast asleep. Ava smiled. He was such a good baby. Not once did he cry while she bathed, changed and feed him yesterday. He loved to smile, and every once in a while would look around the room and ask for "Mama," before continuing whatever he was doing. His adorability factor was huge, and Ava felt pride in the fact that had she and her Zan had joined, this child could have been the result. She softly caressed the hair at his forehead.
Her body flooded with a feeling of floating, then Ava was sucked into a vision.
~* 'Ava...Ava, we are going to find you. And when we do, your pain will be unimaginable.' Pictures of Ava being tortured, beaten and murdered filled her mind, and then, the ultimate betrayal...visions of her boyfriend Zan's death. 'It is to late for you Ava. You have betrayed us. Join your precious Zan in hell. Tell him we said hello.' Lonnie and Rath's faces filled her mind, evil smirks on their faces, their eyes filled with horrific promises.*~
Ava emerged from the vision gasping for breath. She looked to the traffic, and in a panic, she put on the turn signal and headed down the off ramp at full speed.
......
Liz stared at the table, her mind confused and in despair. The day before, Max had insisted that he had received a message from Tess, telling him his son was in danger. Liz didn't understand, she knew that Tess was dead...right? She felt her body surge with anger and fear. No matter what she said or felt, Tess was the mother of her husband's son. Something she at the moment couldn't say for herself. No matter what she wanted, Tess would always have a connection with Max, and she hated to feel that.
Liz looked up from her coffee as Max entered the kitchen in his sleeping clothes looking tired and worried. He rummaged through the fridge, pulled out some orange juice and served himself in a glass. Sitting beside his wife, he pulled her to him and gave her a long kiss on the lips. When they separated Liz gave him a small smile. Max frowned. "Michael and I are leaving this morning to search for Zan...and Tess."
Liz stiffened.
"Are you sure you are okay with this?" Max asked.
Liz gave him a sad smile. "Max, he is your son. And though I can't honestly say that I am going to like having Tess in our home, the fact is that your son needs your help...and he is a part of our family. Now he is like my son, not just yours. I want him safe. Even if it means having to deal with Tess."
Max smiled. "I love you Liz." Once more he kissed her on the lips. He gulped down the OJ, and got up to put his glass in the sink. "Michael and I are going to head to this place in Pennsylvania. I remember seeing this landmark in my vision that we had passed when we were moving here. We are going to start there."
Liz looked down at her cup. "What do you want me to tell Simon at-"
Max waited expectantly. Liz remained silent, and Max turned to see what was wrong. Liz was not looking at him, but toward the front door beyond the living room.
"What is it? Liz?"
Liz ignored Max, and walked to the front door, Max trailing after her. Just as a shadow past over the windows, Liz pulled open the door and lifted startled eyes to familiar blue eyes. "Tess?" Liz and Max asked in unison, both amazed at the girls hair style and choice in clothes.
"No, Ava," the girl replied, her voice strained. She looked exhausted. From beneath her coat, she revealed the sleeping form of baby Zan. Max breathed deeply, and Ava could see tears form in his eyes as he reached a hand tentatively forward, almost afraid that the child wasn't real. "It's Little Zan. He is your son Max," Ava told him, and after letting Max's eyes absorb the form of his son, slowly handed the baby over into his arms, where Max almost broke down.
"My son," he whispered. He cradled his sleeping son with a reverence that had Liz emotional. As she looked at the beautiful face of the baby boy, she felt her heart again melt, and smiled lovingly down at him. Max looked at his wife, and motioned for her to take Zan, which she did, carefully. Together, they watched the baby sleep.
Ava watched to whole exchange with a heavy heart. *That could have been me and Zan* she thought. She gasped as everything began to swim. She witnessed the shocked faces of Liz and Max a second before she blacked out, though unknown to her, caught by Max before she could hit the floor.
...
The Return...
The men in grey suits paced back in forth, in agitation. Lonnie looked up from her seat near the door of the cold, grey building. She paused in throwing a small, squishy red ball between her hands. "Yo, can you sit down or somethin'? How many times do I have to tell you, it's ice. We'll have the kid in a few days, and everyone will be happy and livin' in our own alien condos on Antar!"
Rath grinned from his place against the opposite wall. "When we get the kid, I want Max and the faggot, Michael. I still think I am better looking then him." He brushed a hand over his short mohawk.
The grey suits scowled. One, who called himself Riso, said angrily, "I do not think you have yet realized the severity of what has happened. The former queen of Antar has stolen the son. The great Khivar will not accept this. We may all be punished for your inabilities."
Lonnie jumped up from her comfortable chair, a mask of loveliness on her face. "What did you just say?" she asked sweetly. Behind his sunglasses, Riso began to feel a slight coldness, before he went completely blind.
"What...what have you done! You bitch!"
Lonnie smiled happily. "Stupid little puppy." Her smile changed into an evil smirk, as blood began to slowly trickle from Riso's ear.
"Enough!"
The adolescent voice was enough to make Lonnie frown, and look somewhat flustered. A teen boy, probably around seventeen, looked at them with some amusement and something that Lonnie couldn't identify. He was considerably adorable and cute, but his eyes told the story of hardness and ruthlessness. "I am tired of waiting for you. I trust there have been no problems?" He looked toward Lonnie, who looked away, to Rath, and his amused smile disappeared, and a furious scowl took it's place. "Now, what I expect to hear next is that little Zan Jr. is ready to return to Antar." He walked forward, and stopped mere inches away from Lonnie, so close, their foreheads were almost touching. "Viladria, beautiful and deadly." His hand reached around and gripped the back of her neck painfully. "Where is the child?"
Lonnie squirmed in discomfort, and gave the boy a smile. "There was a small complication, but nothing that can't be fixed in a few days."
"Oh really," he asked.
"Lord Khivar, you must understand. Ava herself intervened. She has the child. It seems she plans to reunite the child with King-"the brave grey suit faltered at the furious glance from Khivar. Immediately the suit corrected himself, "I mean Zan, the one who now calls himself Max."
Khivar released Lonnie and turned to the unfortunate suit. "Really? And who let her take the child?"
The suit stepped back. "No one sir. It just happened."
Khivar sighed. "Excuses. I hate them." He turned his head to Lonnie. "I give you seven earth days. Seven days to get the child and return him to me. This is the utmost importance. If I am disappointed once more, not only will you never return to Antar, but you'll never live to regret the possibility." Khivar turned back to the grey suit. "Incompetence. Unacceptable."
The suit who had managed to speak up screamed, and Rath, Lonnie and the remaining suits watched (in Riso's case, listened) as he convulsed to the floor, the suit's face a dark purple. Within seconds, he was dead. "Get rid of the host's body. The soldier will be dealt with here on Antar."
Khivar walked toward the back door. He turned as if remembering something. "Give that idiot," he nodded toward Riso, "His sight back. I want everyone at top shape for this. And don't make me turn anyone into another example." With that, he walked beyond the back door and was gone.
......
Ava focused on the traffic ahead of her and was grateful she was able to steal a car with air conditioning in the crappy parking lot she was reduced to jacking from. Jenny's Market and Clothes wasn't exactly THE place to go, but Ava had no choice but to get a car and get the hell out of where she was. She sighed and looked over to her tiny passenger. Little Zan lay in his newly bought carseat (yes she actually bought it) and was fast asleep. Ava smiled. He was such a good baby. Not once did he cry while she bathed, changed and feed him yesterday. He loved to smile, and every once in a while would look around the room and ask for "Mama," before continuing whatever he was doing. His adorability factor was huge, and Ava felt pride in the fact that had she and her Zan had joined, this child could have been the result. She softly caressed the hair at his forehead.
Her body flooded with a feeling of floating, then Ava was sucked into a vision.
~* 'Ava...Ava, we are going to find you. And when we do, your pain will be unimaginable.' Pictures of Ava being tortured, beaten and murdered filled her mind, and then, the ultimate betrayal...visions of her boyfriend Zan's death. 'It is to late for you Ava. You have betrayed us. Join your precious Zan in hell. Tell him we said hello.' Lonnie and Rath's faces filled her mind, evil smirks on their faces, their eyes filled with horrific promises.*~
Ava emerged from the vision gasping for breath. She looked to the traffic, and in a panic, she put on the turn signal and headed down the off ramp at full speed.
......
Liz stared at the table, her mind confused and in despair. The day before, Max had insisted that he had received a message from Tess, telling him his son was in danger. Liz didn't understand, she knew that Tess was dead...right? She felt her body surge with anger and fear. No matter what she said or felt, Tess was the mother of her husband's son. Something she at the moment couldn't say for herself. No matter what she wanted, Tess would always have a connection with Max, and she hated to feel that.
Liz looked up from her coffee as Max entered the kitchen in his sleeping clothes looking tired and worried. He rummaged through the fridge, pulled out some orange juice and served himself in a glass. Sitting beside his wife, he pulled her to him and gave her a long kiss on the lips. When they separated Liz gave him a small smile. Max frowned. "Michael and I are leaving this morning to search for Zan...and Tess."
Liz stiffened.
"Are you sure you are okay with this?" Max asked.
Liz gave him a sad smile. "Max, he is your son. And though I can't honestly say that I am going to like having Tess in our home, the fact is that your son needs your help...and he is a part of our family. Now he is like my son, not just yours. I want him safe. Even if it means having to deal with Tess."
Max smiled. "I love you Liz." Once more he kissed her on the lips. He gulped down the OJ, and got up to put his glass in the sink. "Michael and I are going to head to this place in Pennsylvania. I remember seeing this landmark in my vision that we had passed when we were moving here. We are going to start there."
Liz looked down at her cup. "What do you want me to tell Simon at-"
Max waited expectantly. Liz remained silent, and Max turned to see what was wrong. Liz was not looking at him, but toward the front door beyond the living room.
"What is it? Liz?"
Liz ignored Max, and walked to the front door, Max trailing after her. Just as a shadow past over the windows, Liz pulled open the door and lifted startled eyes to familiar blue eyes. "Tess?" Liz and Max asked in unison, both amazed at the girls hair style and choice in clothes.
"No, Ava," the girl replied, her voice strained. She looked exhausted. From beneath her coat, she revealed the sleeping form of baby Zan. Max breathed deeply, and Ava could see tears form in his eyes as he reached a hand tentatively forward, almost afraid that the child wasn't real. "It's Little Zan. He is your son Max," Ava told him, and after letting Max's eyes absorb the form of his son, slowly handed the baby over into his arms, where Max almost broke down.
"My son," he whispered. He cradled his sleeping son with a reverence that had Liz emotional. As she looked at the beautiful face of the baby boy, she felt her heart again melt, and smiled lovingly down at him. Max looked at his wife, and motioned for her to take Zan, which she did, carefully. Together, they watched the baby sleep.
Ava watched to whole exchange with a heavy heart. *That could have been me and Zan* she thought. She gasped as everything began to swim. She witnessed the shocked faces of Liz and Max a second before she blacked out, though unknown to her, caught by Max before she could hit the floor.