1.1 DISCLAIMER: Yeah right. If they were mine, do you think Ben, Doyle and Alex would be dead? Hell no! I'm just kidnapping them for a little while…shh, don't tell WB and UPN.

CATEGORY: Buffy/ Roswell crossover.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry about chapter ten, I know it sucked. Hopefully this one is better. Sorry about the wait, too. * bows head in shame *

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1.3 CHAPTER ELEVEN

It was now August. The summer was almost over and the parents did not like the fact that their children were away for two months straight, especially with their significant others. They had had a meeting the night before when they couldn't hold off the Parkers and Evans any longer. If they didn't leave soon, their parents would probably send out the FBI and the CIA to get them out of LA and back in their cozy desert homes. They had decided that Angel, Gunn, Cordelia and Wesley would stay and hold the fort in Los Angeles while they were gone. Rath and Michael, who had bonded over Amy Deluca and her rolled up newspaper of death, decided to move in together when they got back to Roswell. It would be more believable for two brothers to live together. Besides, two of them meant more people to work, which meant more make out time each. They would have to get a larger apartment eventually, but that would come later. Their only problem was placing Zan, Ava and Faith, and explaining the sudden reappearance of Alex. Oh well, just another day with the Pod Squad.

The entire Scooby gang was moving back into their huge house, which was lived in maybe three weeks before it was abandoned for a hotel in Los Angeles, but not before visiting good old Sunnydale for a demon check. They had basically forgotten about the Hellmouth for a while there and Buffy was going back with her gang to make sure the small town hadn't been over run by demons and vampires. They would have taken the new Slayer, but Amy Deluca-Valenti was deemed more dangerous to their health than any number of demons.

"So, where are Zan, Faith and Ava going to live?" Willow asked as she helped Isabel pack weapons into a big trunk.

"I don't know," she said, "I'm sure Ava could stay with Valenti like Tess did. Zan…could probably stay with us since he's Max's 'twin brother' and all," she stood up and wiped her brow, "Faith…I guess she can stay with us, too. We'll see when we get there."

"So, how do you think your parents are gonna react to another Max?"

"Mom'll have a heart attack and then she'll probably practically strangle him to death. I'm not sure about Dad."

They finished packing and started dragging the thing upstairs to the lobby with the rest of their stuff. It seemed that they were leaving with more things than they came with. It was probably all the excess shopping they did in their off time.

Everybody met up in the lobby for the last time before they headed their separate ways. They might have been bored as hell in that place, but they were sure going to miss it. Cordelia was sure that her lack of visions was due to the alien presence and thought that they would be back with a vengeance as soon as they walked out the door. As much as they had a rivalry, Wesley had to admit that he was going to miss his study buddy in Giles. Now he would be the only old English dude…well, old in actions. Gunn was going to miss Kyle, because they had become close over the past few months as the youngest, available guys on the team. Now he had nobody his own age to play with…well, Cordelia didn't count. Nobody really wanted to say goodbye.

The girls exchanged tearful hugs and sappy farewells while the guys stood around uncomfortably after exchanging quick manly hugs.

"Well, we better go before Spike bursts into flames," Xander said. Spike glared at him, even though he knew it was true.

"Yeah, we better," Buffy said, with a sigh, "We'll see you guys in a month."

With that, the Scooby Gang walked out the door to the car they rented for the trip back to Sunnydale.

"Guess we better go, too," said Liz, "We'll keep in touch, okay."

"Yeah," Cordelia said.

They all said their last good-byes and then left for the airport. The team was separated, but not broken as the teenagers went back to their parents.



Summer ended too quickly, and soon, school was upon them. With the help of Alex, Rath, Zan and Ava were entered into the school system as Ava Wilson, Alexzander Johnson and Rath O'Connor. The town had graciously accepted their cover story about the return of Alex, though there were a couple of conspiracy stories. These were cleared up easily by Ava, but in a non- dangerous way. The Valentis and the Delucas moved into a bigger house that was near to Buffy's. Jim Valenti had gotten his job back as the sheriff earlier in the summer when the mayor realized that Hanson was a complete retard and allowed the town to become a city of unsolved cases and unnecessary shoot outs. Rath, Ava, Zan and Faith got jobs at the Crashdown as cooks and waitresses, once again Liz's connections feeding her friends. They were offered jobs at the UFO center but they thought it too demeaning…like working in an alien theme restaurant was any different. Eventually, Zan got fired for incompetence and bad cooking, and was sent over to the UFO center to sweep floors with his 'twin'.

Rath and Michael moved into a bigger apartment with two bedrooms after receiving Rath's first paycheck. They moved Michael's furniture (a couch and a bed, big whoop) and fixed it up using a little alien magic. Michael made Rath sleep on the newly 'reupholstered' couch until he could buy his own damn bed, not like Rath minded. The first time he ever had a bed was at the hotel.

Zan moved in with the Evans as soon as he got to Roswell. Diane Evans welcomed him with open arms, though she was a little wary of the tattoos and piercings. She was a little disappointed that they kept him a secret, but was happy non-the less.

Ava found a home in the newly extended Valenti family. Kyle, Maria, Ava, Sean, Amy and Valenti all moved into a house on Palm Drive with four bedrooms and a backyard. The addition of Ava was unplanned for, but she quickly became a part of the family.

Alex's parents were pleasantly surprised when their 'dead' son showed up on their doorstep one day in August with a nervous smile on his face. At first they thought they were crazy, but then they began to smother him as only a parent could. They treated him as if he would disappear within five seconds. In other words, they spoiled him rotten. This was probably the reason why Faith was accepted into the family so easily. She became another sister he never had. The Whitmans had their family back and were finally out of their pit of despair.

It was now Monday morning, in the early September. Nine teenagers met at the front of West Roswell High School. They all, with the exception of Kyle and Maria, were glad to be back at school. Kyle and Maria were the last to arrive. They made their way over to the quad, where the others were waiting.

"Hey, guys!" Maria said, brightly as she sat down. Hey, just because she didn't like school, didn't mean that she was all depressed about it. Kyle sat down beside her and slammed his head onto the table. He immediately went back to sleep.

"Man, for a jock, he's really lazy," said Alex.

"Where's Michael and Rath?" Maria asked.

"Knowing Michael? Sleeping. Knowing Rath? Sleeping," Isabel quipped.

"Who's bright idea was it to let the two laziest people on Earth live together?" Max asked.

"Um, yours?" Alex asked. Max blushed and ducked his head.

"Oh yeah."

Just then, Jim Valenti pulled up in front of the school. He hopped out of his jeep and opened the back door, dragging out two half sleeping Czechoslovakians. He pushed them in the direction of the others, stopping in front of the bench they occupied.

"I think these are yours," he said, with a wink, before tipping his hat and trotting back to the jeep. He sped off. Rath and Michael plopped down on the bench and dropped their heads on the table, much like Kyle.

"Too early," Rath groaned.

"Must kill Valenti," Michael grumbled, sleepily.

"C'mon Spaceboys, get up," Maria urged nudging them.

"No, wanna sleep," Rath mumbled. His head flopped to the side and promptly fell off the bench, "Huh, wha?"

Everyone started laughing. The loud sounds awakened Michael and Kyle. They sat up, confused, then saw Rath on the ground looking like Britney Spears in a Physics book. They put two and two together and started laughing, too. Rath flipped them off and stood up, dusting his jeans. He ran his hand through his hair and scowled.

"You have your schedules?" Max asked. All but Michael, Rath, Zan and Ava nodded.

"Don't worry, I got 'em for you," Dawn said, holding up four pieces of paper.

"Watch me while I jump for joy," Michael said, sarcastically.

"Okay," Maria said, brightly, snatching the paper from Dawn, "Let's compare notes."

Everyone put their schedules in the middle of the table and checked who was with whom.

"We all have lunch together," Maria squealed, "Okay, Spaceboy, you and tattoo guy have homeroom with me, Liz and Kyle now. Max, you take Zan and Ava, they have homeroom with you, Izzy, and Alex. Dawnie, you're on your own. Your class is in hallway B, the first classroom on the right."

"Tattoo guy?" Rath questioned his new nickname.

"Couldn't think of anything else."

At that, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the torture otherwise known as high school. The group split into three, if you could call Dawn a group, and went off to their respective homerooms.



Liz, Kyle, Maria, Michael and Rath strolled into their homeroom class as the late bell rang. They all found seats in the back and waited for the teacher to arrive.

"All right people," a woman that seemed to be in her late forties said as she put her stuff on the teacher's desk, "I'm going to be your new homeroom teacher this year." She picked up a roll sheet and read through the names. "Damn! Guerin," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head, "Well, at least he wouldn't be here now."

Michael, who had heard her, answered from the back; "I'm here, Mrs. Peterson."

The woman jumped and turned to look at the delinquent lurking in the back row. For a moment there, she looked almost terrified. She fought to regain her composure as the class snickered behind her back. She cleared her throat and began, "Yes, well. It seems we have a new student here today." She looked back at her sheet. "Is Mr.…O'Connor here, yet?" Rath put up his hand with his head still on the desk. "Well, come down to the front of the class and introduce yourself." She bent down to dig in her briefcase as Rath stood up and made his way to the front of the class. He stood up behind her silently as she dug around. Michael and Kyle snickered in the back row.

"Mrs. Peterson?" Rath said, innocently…well, as innocently as Rath could sound.

"Hmm?" she said as she turned around. She looked up and screamed, grabbing her chest. The class burst out laughing.

"Hey, I'm Michael's twin brother, Rath," he said, sweetly…well, as sweetly as Rath could sound. You get the picture.

"T-two of them," she said, before she fainted. By now, half the class was in hysterics. Leave it to Guerin and his brother to make a teacher faint on the first day of school. They started cheering and Rath took a bow as the bell rang. The students abandoned the class, leaving a few goody two shoes to pick up Mrs. Peterson. Rath smiled as he walked out. This wasn't too bad.



"…And she just keeled over!" Kyle laughed at lunchtime. The whole gang was gathered in the quad by the trees. Kyle just couldn't get enough of telling the story of Mrs. Peterson's demise. The whole group started to laugh.

"Oh my God," Dawn gasped, "Michael, what did you do to that poor woman?"

"Man, I don't even remember. She was just…scared of me all of a sudden," he said.

"I remember," Max said, once he'd calmed down, "It was in eighth grade, remember? She was our English teacher and she wanted us to do an essay. I think it was 'My favorite Day at School' or something…"

"Oh yeah, I remember that," Isabel said, "and so you massacred all the teachers and she was first 'cause she made you write the essay."

"And he had graphics!" Max finished, smiling, proud of himself for remembering.

"And she's still scared of that?" asked Michael, scratching his head.

"I would be scared if I were her," Alex said, grinning, "Did you see the look on your face in eighth grade?" he shuddered, "Scary."

"Funny, Whitman."

"So that's why all those teachers freaked out today," Rath said, remembering all the shocked and petrified faces.

"Yeah, you're even scarier than Michael, what with the tattoos and all," Kyle said.

"Aw, I love you, too, Valenti," Rath said sarcastically, "Man, how much longer do we have of school?" he whined.

"About…three hours, thirty seven minutes, twenty-three seconds," Michael answered.

"Too long," he groaned, banging his head on the table.



After a lot of pushing and shoving, Zan and Kyle dragged Michael and Rath to gym class. The two looked like little kids in the face of the bogeyman. No way were they going to exert themselves in something as retarded as gym. Seriously, Michael had been to gym once in his entire life and refused to go back. Rath, well he was just lazy. Neither of them could figure out the point of gym. The boys sat in the bleachers waiting on the coach with the others in the class. They were all wearing the mandatory West Roswell High T-shirts and red short pants.

The coach strolled in five minutes late carrying a clipboard and a silver whistle. He was forty-something year old man with veiny arms and a beer belly. He reminded Michael of Hank, his abusive foster father. Of course, that was one of the unspoken reasons why he didn't like gym. Coach stood in the middle of the room and surveyed his students. His eyes landed on Michael and he smirked.

"Got over your fear of gym, huh Guerin."

Michael growled under his breath and Kyle swore he could see him bear teeth.

"No," he answered coolly, "I just had surgery so now I can't smell you."

The boys snickered as the coach's face turned red.

"You just earned yourself some laps, boy."

"Really? I thought I would have to work harder for that. You turnin' soft coach? Can't take it?"

"That is it! Detention!"

"Hmm," Michael said, "That's what was missing this term."

The whole class started laughing. The coach pulled out his whistle and blew. Hard. His eyes were bugging out, he was so angry.

"Everybody, ten laps around the field. Guerin and Guerin's brother, twenty laps," he yelled.

"Hey why do I gotta do twenty laps?" Rath asked.

"You just look like trouble. Figured I would nip it in the bud," he growled, "Now everybody go. Now!"

The whole class groaned and ran out of the gym. The coach followed them and stood on the sidelines. He smirked, expecting Guerin and that punk brother of his to drop after the first lap.

"This is supposed to be hard?" Rath asked the panting Kyle and Zan.

"You're not tired?" Kyle asked incredulously. They were on their tenth lap and Michael and Rath looked like they were still on their first.

Michael shrugged, "Not as hard as I thought."

"Whatever," Kyle said as he reached the end of the track, "That's it for me. Have fun."

The coach blew his whistle. "Okay, everyone except Guerin and his brother, get inside and choose teams for a basketball game. Valenti, you organize it and start this game. I have to watch these two. Make sure they know who's boss."

Kyle nodded and followed the other boys to the gym to start their game. Coach turned back to the field to watch Rath and Michael. They didn't look tired in the least. And from where he was standing, it looked like they were talking while they were running. This made the coach even angrier. They were supposed to be drooping by now, goddamn it!

"Don't you wish we had powers like Ava? Then we wouldn't have to waste energy to do this," said Michael, while they were on the opposite end of the field as the coach.

"Yeah, well, this ain't so bad. And at least it's pissing off the coach," said Rath, "Man, I just wanna smack that guy. 'You just look like trouble'," he mocked, "Dog."

"I say we give him a rash."

"Damn straight we givin' him a rash," Rath said, with a smirk, "wouldn't be us if we didn't."

The coach looked on as the brothers gave each other a high five. The stamina on those two. Even Kyle, the football god, was tuckered out by the ten laps. They were on sixteen laps and chatting like they were strolling down the road.

"Okay," Coach said as they came into earshot, "I want you to speed up. Run as fast as you can down the track. No jogging."

"Whatever," they grumbled. They sped up as they reached the big white line on the track that was the starting point for the track team. Within seconds they were gunning it down the track at high speeds. The coach was amazed. He'd started timing them on their second lap at that speed and was dumbfounded. They were faster than his whole football team. Even Kyle. They slowed down and stopped in front of the coach, out of breath. That was the most strenuous activity they ever did that wasn't sex. They walked up to the coach and patted him on the back.

"That was fun," Michael said sarcastically.

"Smell you later," said Rath as they walked away. They strolled back into the gym and made their way over to Kyle who was watching the basketball game.

"Miss us?" Rath said, turning to the court. Kyle did a double take when he saw the upright aliens. They looked fine and they had just finished twenty laps around the whole entire football field.

"How the hell are you still talking," he asked, "You're supposed to be worn out and near collapsing. That much running should be illegal."

They shrugged. It wasn't anything hard.

"So, who is winning?" asked Rath, sitting down on the bleachers.

"Zan's team," he answered, "he's pretty good."

"Of course he is, I trained him," Rath said.

They watched for another ten minutes until the bell rang to signify the end of class and school for the day. The boys headed for the showers then left the school.

Rath, Michael, Zan and Kyle all headed out for the parking lot to meet the others. Rath spotted Faith almost instantly and trotted over to meet her. He swept her up into his arms and kissed her.

"Dude, middle of car park here," Kyle said. They broke apart, breathing heavily, and rested their foreheads against each other. Michael looked around for Maria and saw her coming from the building, chatting it up with Alex.

"Hey baby," Michael said as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey," she replied.

"Girls say, boys say," Alex sang. They all watched him strangely before cracking up.