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By: SabrinaYutsuki [sab_shob@yahoo.com]
**************************************************************************************PREMISE OF THE FIC: You know that episode where Liz and Ava were talking
and Ava mentioned something about Zan waiting for someone else...? Well what
if that someone else was someone in Roswell...? (I'll be revising those few episodes
[Meet the Dupes...] ) Please review people! It's my first Roswell fic, so be nice! Oh
and I'm not really familiar with their (Zan, Ava, etc.) style of talking so "behr" with me!
disclaimer. don't own Roswell or any of the characters in the show.
**************************************************************************************PLEASE REVIEW!!! :)
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[Chapter 2] : confrontation.
It's strange how people do things to save the people they care about. They let go of all the things they hold dear and all the beliefs they held firm in the past to grasp any new form of reality that might actually alleviate the situation... And they lose their hold on logic, no matter how tightly they clutched it before, relying on their instinct, as if they believed that logic was a waste of time. They see friends in potential enemies and think that words others say are true as long as they would be beneficial to their special someone.
And so it was for Ava.
It didn't take any more words to persuade Ava to head for Roswell.
After Liz told her that she had a plan, Ava stood up from their counter, and headed outside the diner, without even probing for the details. Liz wasn't the least surprised with Ava's impetuosity, as she wiped her mouth gingerly with a clean napkin and followed the girl with the cropped blonde and black hair. She knew how it was to feel that the person they cared for was just balancing on a frail, thin rope, while a deep pit waited for them at the bottom. Because if it were Max instead of Zan, she would have done the same thing, no questions asked.
Liz felt a wave of sadness come to her as she recalled her relationship with Max, or the lack thereof. The future Max had come to her one night, entrusting her with the most difficult task she has ever endured. But she had agreed. For future Max told her that he and the rest of humanity was in a "thin rope" situation. Liz, despite the anxiety, accepted her mission. Even if it meant deep hurt. For both of them.
And she recalled again what she had done. For the sake of everyone's future.
She had severed her relationship with Max. And she could hardly fathom how her future would be better by doing so.
Liz could not wipe away the face Max wore that night, when he saw her with Kyle. It was so full of anguish that Liz could hardly remember that it was for the good of everybody. Bitter irony twanged throughout the whole predicament.
'Max must hate me now.'
But it would not change anything for Liz. Because no matter what, she would still love Max and do anything for him. And it was probably the same immense love Ava felt for Zan.
So as Liz pushed the diner's door, she silently made a resolution.
She would help Ava in any way she can. Because she knew how it was to lose someone significant.
"Yo, Liz!"
Liz looked at Ava with a questioning look. "Hm?"
"I'm kinda in a hurry here, ya know", Ava said, her right foot tapping onto the cemented ground rapidly.
"Oh, right. I'm there", Liz said jogging towards the bus stop, where Ava and the bus were. The rain still poured madly but neither of them had noticed, as they stepped inside the bus, hair still damp, and boots squishy.
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The bus ride to Roswell was mostly silent. Liz had let the radio bring her back to her deep train of thoughts, unconsciously humming imperceptibly to the various artists that sang. Ava, on the other hand, stared at the window as new rain drops fell every second, sliding down the bus.
Eight monotonous songs after, the bus, along with the rain, had screeched to a halt and they had arrived in Roswell. They stepped out of the bus quietly, as though they were involved in a religious procession. The air was still cold, the aftermath of the storm. Liz clutched her jacket more tightly while Ava got a cigarette from her pocket and lit it.
"My house is just a couple of blocks from here. I'll call the rest of the gang from there", Liz said, trying her best to mask the disgust she harbored for the cigarette fumes that now climbed up to her nose.
"Aight. Lead the way", Ava said, taking a last drag from the cigarette she held, before flicking the butt, letting it fall to the wet ground with a hiss. She felt a slight tinge of apprehension, knowing that she was going to meet the rest of Liz's gang, which probably meant her alien compadres.
She didn't let it show, though, as she walked confidently behind Liz.
Her thoughts were put to an abrupt stop when she saw Liz stop, fishing for something in her bag. She looked at the place they had just parked at. A large sign hung on the building, entitled "Crashdown Diner". It was unlit, since it was closing time. She peered inside to see the usual cushioned seats on the right, and the usual diner counter on the left. She grinned, amused, when she saw the alien motiff the diner had, and the stereotypical alien image, with those long black, hollow eyes and the long slender fingers, plastered on the wall.
'Won't they be scared shitless when they realize aliens don't look nothin like that.'
Liz had successfully found her keys and opened the door right after Ava had scrutinized the place. Ava went to the nearest seats and sat, without waiting for Liz's invitation. The girl with the brown-haired said nothing and walked towards the phone.
"Hello? ... Max."
Ava noticed the way Liz uttered the man's name. There was frustration evident, along with sadness, and endearment. Ava wanted to know what the story was behind it. But not at the moment.
Right now, Zan was the only thing she was truly interested in.
"Max. Something came up... I think you, Michael, and Isabel have to come over to the diner. Oh yeah and Tess." No one would have been deaf enough not to have heard how Liz said the last name with bitterness.
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Max put down the phone quietly. He felt strange, talking to Liz like they were just friends. They were more than that months ago, and were less than that just a couple of days ago. Events had transpired so quickly over the past few weeks that Max could hardly think straight anymore. His job as a leader was getting to him.
Or maybe his human side was.
Ever since he had seen Liz with Kyle in bed _together_, his great life as he once knew it was lost and he was back to being that shy alien loner sitting at the Crashdown diner every weekend, staring at Ms. Parker from afar as she congenially serves her customers with their grub. Maybe even less than that.
A part of him somehow longed for those lonely days, god forbid. Because at least then, he was able to look at the brown-haired girl and dream that she secretly liked him as well. Or that she would put extra effort in making his orders more presentable. More perfect.
Now however, he could only picture her in one situation. And it involved Kyle and betrayal.
Still, the stubborn side of Max refused to believe that his Liz would do such a thing. That there had to be a reason. Or that the whole thing might just be a hoax. That side, however, had started to dissipate into the majority of Max's emotions - the ones that were of hurt and anger.
He shook his head, as if it were to take away the confusion plaguing him. Now was not the time to think about his personal life. Liz had called for the four of them, which meant that this had to do with 'their kind'. So he was going to do just that as he walked to Isabel's room.
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"So they'r all comin'?"
Liz nodded, biting her glossy bottom lip, as she walked towards Ava and sat in front of her. She rested her head on the cushioned seat and stared, deep in thought.
"Liz, you look like shit. You okay?"
Liz managed a weak smile. "Yup. Don't worry about me."
"Who said I was? I was just scared that you'd cry and shit and I wouldn't be able to handle it", Ava said teasingly, making Liz laugh.
"So, anyway, Ava. Do you have any idea where Rath and Lonnie are going to execute their plan?", Liz said seriously. Ava shook her head.
The girl from New York was touched that she would care so much about somebody she just met. Moreover, somebody who bitched her off at first. But that was Liz. Even if Ava had only met the girl that day, she knew that Liz was generally a nice person. Anybody would have seen that - even a punk-ass bum from New York like her.
And Ava, for the first time in her life, swallowed up her pride - the one that kept her surviving with Lonnie and the rest.
"Liz?"
"Yeah?"
"I wanna thank you... for all this", Ava said sincerely.
Liz smiled.
"No problem."
And with that, Ava smiled.
Silence ensued once more for a brief time, only to be interrupted by the sound of the diner's door opening. A cold wind swept inside the slightly humid, dim room, but vanished soon after, with the atmosphere that had now grown tense.
Max and the rest could only stare at Ava with a look of shock. Tess, of course, mirrored the most intense look of surprise.
Liz took this as her cue to introduce her new friend.
"Guys. This is Ava."
Ava nervously let out a small smile, as the gang looked at her, bemused...
'Dis is definitely gonna be a long night...'
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there it is. chapter 2! i hope you all enjoyed it and i hope you all review! Thanks to all those who have reviewed in the past: BethluvMax, melissa, elizabeth, sohna, mystery, Kirstills.
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By: SabrinaYutsuki [sab_shob@yahoo.com]
**************************************************************************************PREMISE OF THE FIC: You know that episode where Liz and Ava were talking
and Ava mentioned something about Zan waiting for someone else...? Well what
if that someone else was someone in Roswell...? (I'll be revising those few episodes
[Meet the Dupes...] ) Please review people! It's my first Roswell fic, so be nice! Oh
and I'm not really familiar with their (Zan, Ava, etc.) style of talking so "behr" with me!
disclaimer. don't own Roswell or any of the characters in the show.
**************************************************************************************PLEASE REVIEW!!! :)
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[Chapter 2] : confrontation.
It's strange how people do things to save the people they care about. They let go of all the things they hold dear and all the beliefs they held firm in the past to grasp any new form of reality that might actually alleviate the situation... And they lose their hold on logic, no matter how tightly they clutched it before, relying on their instinct, as if they believed that logic was a waste of time. They see friends in potential enemies and think that words others say are true as long as they would be beneficial to their special someone.
And so it was for Ava.
It didn't take any more words to persuade Ava to head for Roswell.
After Liz told her that she had a plan, Ava stood up from their counter, and headed outside the diner, without even probing for the details. Liz wasn't the least surprised with Ava's impetuosity, as she wiped her mouth gingerly with a clean napkin and followed the girl with the cropped blonde and black hair. She knew how it was to feel that the person they cared for was just balancing on a frail, thin rope, while a deep pit waited for them at the bottom. Because if it were Max instead of Zan, she would have done the same thing, no questions asked.
Liz felt a wave of sadness come to her as she recalled her relationship with Max, or the lack thereof. The future Max had come to her one night, entrusting her with the most difficult task she has ever endured. But she had agreed. For future Max told her that he and the rest of humanity was in a "thin rope" situation. Liz, despite the anxiety, accepted her mission. Even if it meant deep hurt. For both of them.
And she recalled again what she had done. For the sake of everyone's future.
She had severed her relationship with Max. And she could hardly fathom how her future would be better by doing so.
Liz could not wipe away the face Max wore that night, when he saw her with Kyle. It was so full of anguish that Liz could hardly remember that it was for the good of everybody. Bitter irony twanged throughout the whole predicament.
'Max must hate me now.'
But it would not change anything for Liz. Because no matter what, she would still love Max and do anything for him. And it was probably the same immense love Ava felt for Zan.
So as Liz pushed the diner's door, she silently made a resolution.
She would help Ava in any way she can. Because she knew how it was to lose someone significant.
"Yo, Liz!"
Liz looked at Ava with a questioning look. "Hm?"
"I'm kinda in a hurry here, ya know", Ava said, her right foot tapping onto the cemented ground rapidly.
"Oh, right. I'm there", Liz said jogging towards the bus stop, where Ava and the bus were. The rain still poured madly but neither of them had noticed, as they stepped inside the bus, hair still damp, and boots squishy.
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The bus ride to Roswell was mostly silent. Liz had let the radio bring her back to her deep train of thoughts, unconsciously humming imperceptibly to the various artists that sang. Ava, on the other hand, stared at the window as new rain drops fell every second, sliding down the bus.
Eight monotonous songs after, the bus, along with the rain, had screeched to a halt and they had arrived in Roswell. They stepped out of the bus quietly, as though they were involved in a religious procession. The air was still cold, the aftermath of the storm. Liz clutched her jacket more tightly while Ava got a cigarette from her pocket and lit it.
"My house is just a couple of blocks from here. I'll call the rest of the gang from there", Liz said, trying her best to mask the disgust she harbored for the cigarette fumes that now climbed up to her nose.
"Aight. Lead the way", Ava said, taking a last drag from the cigarette she held, before flicking the butt, letting it fall to the wet ground with a hiss. She felt a slight tinge of apprehension, knowing that she was going to meet the rest of Liz's gang, which probably meant her alien compadres.
She didn't let it show, though, as she walked confidently behind Liz.
Her thoughts were put to an abrupt stop when she saw Liz stop, fishing for something in her bag. She looked at the place they had just parked at. A large sign hung on the building, entitled "Crashdown Diner". It was unlit, since it was closing time. She peered inside to see the usual cushioned seats on the right, and the usual diner counter on the left. She grinned, amused, when she saw the alien motiff the diner had, and the stereotypical alien image, with those long black, hollow eyes and the long slender fingers, plastered on the wall.
'Won't they be scared shitless when they realize aliens don't look nothin like that.'
Liz had successfully found her keys and opened the door right after Ava had scrutinized the place. Ava went to the nearest seats and sat, without waiting for Liz's invitation. The girl with the brown-haired said nothing and walked towards the phone.
"Hello? ... Max."
Ava noticed the way Liz uttered the man's name. There was frustration evident, along with sadness, and endearment. Ava wanted to know what the story was behind it. But not at the moment.
Right now, Zan was the only thing she was truly interested in.
"Max. Something came up... I think you, Michael, and Isabel have to come over to the diner. Oh yeah and Tess." No one would have been deaf enough not to have heard how Liz said the last name with bitterness.
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Max put down the phone quietly. He felt strange, talking to Liz like they were just friends. They were more than that months ago, and were less than that just a couple of days ago. Events had transpired so quickly over the past few weeks that Max could hardly think straight anymore. His job as a leader was getting to him.
Or maybe his human side was.
Ever since he had seen Liz with Kyle in bed _together_, his great life as he once knew it was lost and he was back to being that shy alien loner sitting at the Crashdown diner every weekend, staring at Ms. Parker from afar as she congenially serves her customers with their grub. Maybe even less than that.
A part of him somehow longed for those lonely days, god forbid. Because at least then, he was able to look at the brown-haired girl and dream that she secretly liked him as well. Or that she would put extra effort in making his orders more presentable. More perfect.
Now however, he could only picture her in one situation. And it involved Kyle and betrayal.
Still, the stubborn side of Max refused to believe that his Liz would do such a thing. That there had to be a reason. Or that the whole thing might just be a hoax. That side, however, had started to dissipate into the majority of Max's emotions - the ones that were of hurt and anger.
He shook his head, as if it were to take away the confusion plaguing him. Now was not the time to think about his personal life. Liz had called for the four of them, which meant that this had to do with 'their kind'. So he was going to do just that as he walked to Isabel's room.
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"So they'r all comin'?"
Liz nodded, biting her glossy bottom lip, as she walked towards Ava and sat in front of her. She rested her head on the cushioned seat and stared, deep in thought.
"Liz, you look like shit. You okay?"
Liz managed a weak smile. "Yup. Don't worry about me."
"Who said I was? I was just scared that you'd cry and shit and I wouldn't be able to handle it", Ava said teasingly, making Liz laugh.
"So, anyway, Ava. Do you have any idea where Rath and Lonnie are going to execute their plan?", Liz said seriously. Ava shook her head.
The girl from New York was touched that she would care so much about somebody she just met. Moreover, somebody who bitched her off at first. But that was Liz. Even if Ava had only met the girl that day, she knew that Liz was generally a nice person. Anybody would have seen that - even a punk-ass bum from New York like her.
And Ava, for the first time in her life, swallowed up her pride - the one that kept her surviving with Lonnie and the rest.
"Liz?"
"Yeah?"
"I wanna thank you... for all this", Ava said sincerely.
Liz smiled.
"No problem."
And with that, Ava smiled.
Silence ensued once more for a brief time, only to be interrupted by the sound of the diner's door opening. A cold wind swept inside the slightly humid, dim room, but vanished soon after, with the atmosphere that had now grown tense.
Max and the rest could only stare at Ava with a look of shock. Tess, of course, mirrored the most intense look of surprise.
Liz took this as her cue to introduce her new friend.
"Guys. This is Ava."
Ava nervously let out a small smile, as the gang looked at her, bemused...
'Dis is definitely gonna be a long night...'
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there it is. chapter 2! i hope you all enjoyed it and i hope you all review! Thanks to all those who have reviewed in the past: BethluvMax, melissa, elizabeth, sohna, mystery, Kirstills.
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