by Fez
Rating: PG-13
Category: UC/CC
Disclaimer: Roswell and Roswell High book and all it's characters and settings and elements belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims Production; and UPN Network. No infringement intended.
Author's notes: Okay this idea has been at me for a while and today I just started to write it. Now it hasn't been beta read so if there's any mistakes then I apologise now. It's gonna be an alternative season 2 and I'm having it set about 4 months after Viva Las Vegas. That means everything after VLV didn't happen. Also I really liked some of the things from the Roswell High books, which are going to pop up in this. I was inspired to write this after seeing the first episode of the mini-series Taken, but really this idea has been brewing for months now so this isn't based on that show. The only thing taken (no pun intended) from it is the title, and if anything else seems the same then it's just a coincidence since really I've only seen the first episode and nothing more of the series.
Now I haven't decided on the UC ships, well I have a few, but I don't know how the ships will turn out overall.
*****
Where are we?
I don't know...
What's that noise?
What?
Did you hear that?
Hello? Is someone there?
Please don't... Stop!
HELP!!!!!!!!
Alex Whitman shot up in his bed panting hard. He closed his eyes as he tried to slow his breathing. Already the nightmare was beginning to recede and he now couldn't remember that much, only voices. The voices were still strong in his mind and he knew that one of them was his own. The other voices however, some that he recognised while others he didn't. Whatever he had been dreaming about it had felt real, so real that he had woke up terrified. He was still trembling from the dream. He wiped at his brow to find sweat there that hadn't just been caused by the normal warm weather that could be found in Roswell, New Mexico on a night like this.
Pulling back the sheets he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He glanced at the clock and gave a heavy sigh. It was only just after three o'clock. He had only been asleep for two hours yet oddly he felt fully awake. That had been happening a lot lately.
Walking over to his window, he leaned against the frame and glanced up at the sky which was blanketed with stars. He felt a shiver go through him, one that was definitely not like the warm tingle that he had felt a year and a half ago when he gazed at the stars with Isabel Evans.
This was one of fear.
*****
Sean DeLuca tapped lightly on his legs. After tossing and turning for half an hour he was now giving up hope of ever returning to sleep. He had awoken with a start from a nightmare that he now couldn't recall, and was finding it hell returning to the land of nod. He was in the process of counting sheep, but at the same time knew he was fighting a losing battle since he didn't even feel remotely tired anymore.
He quickly glanced at the clock. It was half past four in the morning and he didn't even go to bed until almost half two. Oh, well, he thought idly as he finally gave up hope of slumber and got out of bed. He quietly got out of his room and walked down the hall towards the living room in the hope not to waken his Aunt Amy and his cousin Maria who occupied the other two small bedrooms.
He tiptoed across the slightly messy parlour and plumped himself down in front of the sofa. He switched on the television set and quickly turned down the volume using the remote control. Starting up the playstation he smirked as Tekken Tag Tournament loaded onto the screen. If he wasn't going to get any sleep then he might as well get more of the characters to play.
He was five minutes into fighting King, Anger of the Beast, when he heard a bedroom door open. He looked up and grimaced when he saw Maria frown at him. Damn he thought he had kept it down, though he did swear when King had gotten the better of him.
"What're you doing up?" Maria asked him, her bare feet padding down the hall.
Sean shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. You?"
"Me neither," Maria shrugged back at him.
"So I didn't wake you with..." he pointed his joypad at the screen.
Maria shook her head as she sat down on the sofa. "I was already awake. Have been for the past forty minutes."
"It must be something in the water," Sean was already turning his attention back to the game. "I've been up for a while too."
They descended into silence and soon the only thing that could be heard was the tapping of buttons on Sean's joypad.
"Aren't you tired though?" Maria asked curiously.
"Nope," was Sean's distracted reply. When he heard fidgeting behind him he paused the game and looked at Maria over his shoulder. "Why can't you sleep?"
Maria was looking at the screen. "I don't know. I had a nightmare..."
Sean turned around and looked at her fully as she continued.
"It was weird. All I remember was voices."
"What kind of voices?" Sean asked curiously, recalling his own nightmare and the voices that had haunted him afterwards.
"Distant. Weird. Like they were scared or something."
Maria now looked anxious as she remembered what she could. Sean himself was beginning to feel a shiver up his spine at his own memories, and knowing that Maria had the same kind of dream was spooking him no end. He shook his head as if in an attempt to shred away the voices in his head and quickly tossed another joypad towards Maria.
"Here. I'll challenge you."
Maria looked down at the joypad as if coming out of her own trance. "I'm not into video games."
"Of course you are," Sean smirked as he turned back around towards the television set. "This game was here before I was."
Maria was already sliding down beside him. "Yeah, but the reason why I don't play this anymore is because it was easy to beat. Just like you," she finished with a smirk.
Sean gave a small laugh. "Yeah, yeah, sure it was. I'm Chang."
"Oh, please, what do you not feel masculine enough to actually play as a guy?"
"What can I say I've got a feminine side."
As the fight began on screen, Sean still couldn't shake the
feeling that something strange was happening, and for the life of him he couldn't
tell what it was.