~*~*A/N: Greetings, fanfiction.net world, once again! De & Jess here, from the infamous Lord of the Rings Breegirls fics. We've just about finished our ever-so popular series, and have moved onto another favorite: Roswell. So buckle on up; let's hope that this one is just as sucessful as the LotR series. This story begins in the midle of Season I, around "Toy House" and "Into the Woods"...that whole area. The first chapter is brought to you by De: the one and only. Enjoy, and don't forget to tell us what you think.*~*~
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CHAPTER ONE:
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Roswell, New Mexico.
The name alone invokes curiosity and suspicion into the hearts of many. Was it a weather balloon that crashed in 1947? Or a spaceship? No one could be quite sure. It was that unknown question...the uncertainty...that made Roswell, although only a small blip on the map, such an intriguing place.
For years to come after 1947 was long gone, people would debate: what *really* happened that day in the desert? Do we know the facts? Or did the FBI lie to us, in order to cover up the truth lurking behind the dark corners in the government's special units?
All of the speculations and pondering came down to a single question that everyone was faced with, at one point or another in their lives:
DO I BELIEVE?
Those who rule out all thoughts of extraterrestrial life wind up closing a door to a very strong possibility. There are many who refuse to accept the chance that maybe...somewhere...there are other life forms. Most of them cannot be convinced otherwise, and they will go through life believing that they are the only creatures in the universe. Very rarely is it that a person firmly rooted in their beliefs will turn around, unless presented with cold, hard evidence. Many lifetimes go by without this ever occuring.
Then one day in September of 1999, a small event set off a powderkeg of happenings, and life, as it was once known in Roswell, experienced some calm-shattering changes. Lives were turned upside down; black transformed into white, hot became cold, and a few individuals who swore that aliens did not exist were proven wrong.
It was an amazing time in the history of mankind. The sad thing is, though; hardly anyone knows that it even occured. All of the wonders and fascinating experiences were shadowed by secrets, lies, and carefully woven deceptions. For the knowledge that brought about the completion of some lives could have resulted in the destruction of others, had the truth been whispered in the wrong set of ears. The secret was a ticking bomb, passed from person to person, ready to explode at any second. From 1999 on, there would be a constant string of danger, excitement, and love. The journey would never end, so long as the bomb never went off...so long as good won out over evil. Lives would be altered, everyday routine diminished, and most importantly, Roswell, New Mexico would never be the same.
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The black Jeep Wrangler (lacking doors and a proper windshield) sped along the open road, stretches of desert along either side of the car. In the driver's seat was a teenage boy with dark features and a permanent soulful gaze. His sister, a classic blonde beauty, sat in the passenger's seat, staring out the nonexistant window at the scenery around her. A second guy was behind them, perched on the edge of the back seat, carelessly kicking a half-empty bottle of tobasco sauce back and forth between his feet. He leaned forward, his head directly over the blonde girl's shoulder, and she moved over, annoyed.
"Michael," she said, with an irritated glance to her friend in the back. "Could you please not do that? You're crowding my space."
Michael ignored her; typical for him, and turned to the driver, pausing to push his messy brown hair away from his face.
"Maxwell," he said, never one to use his common nickname, "do you ever just feel like driving forever?"
Max Evans, the driver of the Jeep, shared a look with his sister, Isabel, before shooting a glance to Michael.
"What are you talking about?"
Michael glanced around, as if searching for a way to explain his extremely random question. Finally, he sighed, leaning back in the seat.
"I guess I just feel like I'm in a cage," he answered honestly. "With everything that's happened lately...this rutine is just so stifling. I mean, how can you guys even concentrate on school when the FBI may show up at our doors tomorrow?"
"It may be sitfling for you, Michael, but its the only thing that keeps me sane," Isabel countered.
"Plus," Max added, "we need to lay low for a while. We can't make any sudden moves."
"I'm not saying that we should skip town or anything," Michael responded. "Just cut school for a day, you know?" At Max's doubtful expression, he added sarcastically, "What am I saying? You two wouldn't know how to deal with anything out of the ordinary."
His statement was so ridiculous that Max and Isabel had to laugh.
"Our whole lives are out of the ordinary," Isabel replied, rolling her eyes.
Michael just shook his head; they were missing his entire point. For the only two people in the world who were just like him, Max and Isabel always seemed to fail to hear him.
The Jeep made a sharp right into the parking lot of Roswell High School. All around them, students milled casually between their cars, laughing and calling out to one another loudly. As Max slowed his car to a crawl, the three friends stared at their peers, an equal shadow of disdain and jealousy over their identical sets of dark eyes. Max, Michael, and Isabel were forever in envy of their classmates, for they knew that their lives would never be as carefree as those around them.
Suddenly, Max slammed on the brakes, causing Isabel and Michael to lurch forward. They glanced up, noticing a rusty blue convertible in Max's usual parking spot. The Jeep was inches away from ramming the other car's bumper.
"Great job, Maxwell." Michael let out a short laugh. "Who's car is this anyway? You'd think the other kids in school would know who has what spot by now."
"Don't get so sour about it," Isabel said as Max resumed driving, searching for another place to park. MIchael gave her a look; eyebrows raised. "What's wrong?" she asked, a glint in her eye, "can't take anything out of the ordinary?"
Michael grinned in spite of himself, always one to appreciate a witty remark. Max found a new spot, a bit farther from the school than he'd like, but a spot all the same. The three climbed out of the Jeep, prepared to start a new day. By the time they reached the front doors, they'd all forgotten about the strange blue car.
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~*~*A/N: Take it, Jess! Tag!*~*~
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CHAPTER ONE:
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Roswell, New Mexico.
The name alone invokes curiosity and suspicion into the hearts of many. Was it a weather balloon that crashed in 1947? Or a spaceship? No one could be quite sure. It was that unknown question...the uncertainty...that made Roswell, although only a small blip on the map, such an intriguing place.
For years to come after 1947 was long gone, people would debate: what *really* happened that day in the desert? Do we know the facts? Or did the FBI lie to us, in order to cover up the truth lurking behind the dark corners in the government's special units?
All of the speculations and pondering came down to a single question that everyone was faced with, at one point or another in their lives:
DO I BELIEVE?
Those who rule out all thoughts of extraterrestrial life wind up closing a door to a very strong possibility. There are many who refuse to accept the chance that maybe...somewhere...there are other life forms. Most of them cannot be convinced otherwise, and they will go through life believing that they are the only creatures in the universe. Very rarely is it that a person firmly rooted in their beliefs will turn around, unless presented with cold, hard evidence. Many lifetimes go by without this ever occuring.
Then one day in September of 1999, a small event set off a powderkeg of happenings, and life, as it was once known in Roswell, experienced some calm-shattering changes. Lives were turned upside down; black transformed into white, hot became cold, and a few individuals who swore that aliens did not exist were proven wrong.
It was an amazing time in the history of mankind. The sad thing is, though; hardly anyone knows that it even occured. All of the wonders and fascinating experiences were shadowed by secrets, lies, and carefully woven deceptions. For the knowledge that brought about the completion of some lives could have resulted in the destruction of others, had the truth been whispered in the wrong set of ears. The secret was a ticking bomb, passed from person to person, ready to explode at any second. From 1999 on, there would be a constant string of danger, excitement, and love. The journey would never end, so long as the bomb never went off...so long as good won out over evil. Lives would be altered, everyday routine diminished, and most importantly, Roswell, New Mexico would never be the same.
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The black Jeep Wrangler (lacking doors and a proper windshield) sped along the open road, stretches of desert along either side of the car. In the driver's seat was a teenage boy with dark features and a permanent soulful gaze. His sister, a classic blonde beauty, sat in the passenger's seat, staring out the nonexistant window at the scenery around her. A second guy was behind them, perched on the edge of the back seat, carelessly kicking a half-empty bottle of tobasco sauce back and forth between his feet. He leaned forward, his head directly over the blonde girl's shoulder, and she moved over, annoyed.
"Michael," she said, with an irritated glance to her friend in the back. "Could you please not do that? You're crowding my space."
Michael ignored her; typical for him, and turned to the driver, pausing to push his messy brown hair away from his face.
"Maxwell," he said, never one to use his common nickname, "do you ever just feel like driving forever?"
Max Evans, the driver of the Jeep, shared a look with his sister, Isabel, before shooting a glance to Michael.
"What are you talking about?"
Michael glanced around, as if searching for a way to explain his extremely random question. Finally, he sighed, leaning back in the seat.
"I guess I just feel like I'm in a cage," he answered honestly. "With everything that's happened lately...this rutine is just so stifling. I mean, how can you guys even concentrate on school when the FBI may show up at our doors tomorrow?"
"It may be sitfling for you, Michael, but its the only thing that keeps me sane," Isabel countered.
"Plus," Max added, "we need to lay low for a while. We can't make any sudden moves."
"I'm not saying that we should skip town or anything," Michael responded. "Just cut school for a day, you know?" At Max's doubtful expression, he added sarcastically, "What am I saying? You two wouldn't know how to deal with anything out of the ordinary."
His statement was so ridiculous that Max and Isabel had to laugh.
"Our whole lives are out of the ordinary," Isabel replied, rolling her eyes.
Michael just shook his head; they were missing his entire point. For the only two people in the world who were just like him, Max and Isabel always seemed to fail to hear him.
The Jeep made a sharp right into the parking lot of Roswell High School. All around them, students milled casually between their cars, laughing and calling out to one another loudly. As Max slowed his car to a crawl, the three friends stared at their peers, an equal shadow of disdain and jealousy over their identical sets of dark eyes. Max, Michael, and Isabel were forever in envy of their classmates, for they knew that their lives would never be as carefree as those around them.
Suddenly, Max slammed on the brakes, causing Isabel and Michael to lurch forward. They glanced up, noticing a rusty blue convertible in Max's usual parking spot. The Jeep was inches away from ramming the other car's bumper.
"Great job, Maxwell." Michael let out a short laugh. "Who's car is this anyway? You'd think the other kids in school would know who has what spot by now."
"Don't get so sour about it," Isabel said as Max resumed driving, searching for another place to park. MIchael gave her a look; eyebrows raised. "What's wrong?" she asked, a glint in her eye, "can't take anything out of the ordinary?"
Michael grinned in spite of himself, always one to appreciate a witty remark. Max found a new spot, a bit farther from the school than he'd like, but a spot all the same. The three climbed out of the Jeep, prepared to start a new day. By the time they reached the front doors, they'd all forgotten about the strange blue car.
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~*~*A/N: Take it, Jess! Tag!*~*~