Title: Once Again
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Roswell. The characters that are mine are Ariel, David, Brian, and Kara from some of the RPG's.
Category: Ariel/Brian, David/Kara, Max/Liz, Michael/Maria, Isabel/Alex, and Tess/Kyle.
Summary: Ariel and her twin brother David move to Roswell when their father receives a job offer as a faculty member at Las Cruces University. The twins have always known that they were different, that they have psychic abilities. But soon they begin to learn the full truth about who they really are with the help of Brian and Kara. The Royal Four and their friends have now found them. The Enemy has also found them, and their once safe and peaceful lives turn dangerous. Can the four of them survive what is to come, or are they destined to once again repeat the tragedy that befell them in their last lives?
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please be kind Also, any constructive feedback is appreciated.
Rating: PG-13
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Prologue: Pennsylvania, 12 years ago.
It was time. The protector hiked up the mountain trail to the cave, where his four young charges were safely hidden. He passed his hand over the cave entrance, exposing a handprint at the side of the "door." Pressing his palm to the handprint, the protector caused the door to slide open, allowing entrance to the well-concealed cave. The cave was lit with an eerie blue- green light. A low humming vibration emanated from the pods, signaling that all was well with the four children inside. Soon four pairs of eyes opened. Tiny hands pushed through the pod membranes as the children freed themselves and stepped out onto the cave floor. They had the appearance of human children around the age of five or six, and they had blonde hair and green eyes. The protector smiled proudly as the children gazed about in wonder. They were obviously intelligent and curious, traits which he intended to nurture over the years as they grew. But there was no time to waste. Word had been received that the Enemy had learned about the hybrid children, as well as their location. It was no longer safe here in this cave. "Come, children, time to get dressed. We must leave quickly, " he told them in their native tongue. The children understood and quickly dressed in the clothes that had been laid out for them, clothes that would help them blend into the local society.
As the small group prepared to leave the cave, a sudden blast of light pierced the cave entrance and hit the protector in the shoulder. The blast left him injured, but he managed to raise a shield around himself and the children as several Enemy soldiers entered the room and surrounded them. "Caleb, you've been holding out on us," the Enemy mission leader stepped forward to address the protector, his manner deceptively pleasant. "You know why we have come. Surrender the children, and we may spare your life."
Instinctively, the children stepped closer to their protector. The little curly-haired girl, seeing that the protector was injured, put her hand to his shoulder and concentrated hard. Soon, the shoulder was healed perfectly. The other little girl, with the long straight hair, calmly locked eyes with the intruders and established a mental connection with them. She now understood what the Enemy wanted with them, and why she could not allow it to happen. Caleb, for his part, was not about to allow anything to happen to his charges either. "You will never take these children," Caleb replied, unfazed by the threat on his life. He was the toughest protector ever to grace the profession, perhaps all the more effective due to his mild manner that easily lured others to underestimate him. As this enemy underestimated him now. Before the enemy soldiers could even make a move to stop him, Caleb fired a small pulse weapon that left them on the floor, stunned nearly to the point of unconsciousness. Just then, another soldier entered the cave, firing a blast that struck Caleb and knocked him unconscious. The blast separated the little girl with the long straight hair and her brother from the others. The little curly-haired girl again worked to heal Caleb while her brother held a shield around the three of them. Seeing that the other two were in danger, the little boy holding the shield sent a telepathic message to the other little boy to get himself and his sister out of there, and that they'd meet up later when it was safe. The other boy nodded in reply and sent the soldier crashing against the cave wall, then grabbed his sister by the hand. The two children ran out of the cave, hating to leave their friends and protector behind, but knowing that they had to do this. As they ran, the little girl frantically warned her brother telepathically that she had not had enough time to establish a mental connection with the new soldier to get him to stop trying to hurt them. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light as the soldier unleashed a new weapon designed to make the four children forget everything about who they were so that they could more easily be raised to carry out the agenda of the Enemy, the followers of Khivar...
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Part 1: Separation
The little girl and her brother were running through the forest, holding hands. They were scared but did not know why. Maybe it was the darkness with only a full, pale moon to guide them on their way, Maybe it was that they were small children, alone and lost in the night. Maybe it was the intuitive sense of panic that something was after them, but they couldn't remember what it might be. They couldn't even remember anything about themselves, not even what they had been doing before they had started running. Wasn't that strange? It was hard to even think. There was only her brother and the panic and the dark night. Nothing was behind them to give any indication of danger, or any clue as to who they were, but they kept moving forward quickly. Finally, they reached a clearing and a road. There was a bright light, no, two bright lights coming toward them. Her brother pulled her back a little, afraid of what the lights might mean. But there was no time to react as the lights stopped beside them. A young couple exited the car and carefully approached the little girl and her brother, so as not to scare the children away. The little girl mentally reached out to the couple, who seemed kindly enough. She could sense their great longing for children of their own. This couple wanted to bring her and her brother home with them and take care of them. The little girl smiled timidly; she had a good feeling about this couple. She went over to the man and woman, and they enfolded her in their arms. Her brother, trusting her judgment, followed suit...
Ariel Hart awoke from her dream and slowly opened her eyes. She pushed her long, straight blond hair back from her face and sighed. This was the same dream she had whenever there was a separation in her life. She'd had this dream when she'd finished elementary and middle school. She'd had it when she or her brother David would go away to summer camp. She'd even had the dream when one of her parents would leave on a business trip. Once she had figured out this theme of separation, the irony of it had never ceased to amaze her. After all, this dream was actually her memory of her family coming together. It was Ariel's memory of the night that her parents had found her and David wandering lost in a forest and had later adopted them.
Now, at age seventeen, Ariel was facing the biggest separation of her life. Her family was leaving the home she'd lived in all her life (all of it that she could remember, anyway) in a little suburb of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. They were moving to Roswell, New Mexico because her father had been offered a wonderful teaching position on the faculty of Las Cruces University. As proud as Ariel was of her father, she was miserable about leaving all of her friends and the only home she'd ever known. David, the traitor, was actually excited about the move to someplace different. He was even excited about living near the desert. True, the desert would be perfect for stargazing, and the twins already had plans to bring out their telescope to enjoy the dark nights and perfect views of the night sky that the desert would surely offer. But a desert was a far cry from the east coast beaches and the ocean. She would miss the ocean terribly. Just then, her alarm went off, and Anggun's song, "Lost Out In the Desert," was just beginning to play.on the radio. Ariel laughed; the song was one of her favorites, and it couldn't be more appropriate to the occasion. She sang along as she reluctantly dragged herself out of bed to face the day. She surveyed her room and had to blink back tears. It was so bare. All of her pictures and books and other belongings were packed away, just as though she hadn't lived in this room for the past twelve years. She had loved this room so much, and it hurt very badly to leave. So much so that it hurt to breathe.
"Ari, honey, breakfast is ready. We need to hurry up. The movers will be here soon," Mom's voice broke into Ariel's thoughs.
"Ok, I'll be right there," Ariel replied, raising her voice enough for Mom to hear. Then more softly, to herself, she said, "I need to say goodbye to my room first." This would be her last real chance to do this, because after breakfast, there would be the inevitable frenzy of last-minute details to take care of, and then it would be time to leave. Taking a few moments, she remembered vividly her room as it had been, visualizing every piece of furniture, every knicknack, every picture...Finally, she knew that it was time. She quickly dressed and joined her family at the kitchen table.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Roswell. The characters that are mine are Ariel, David, Brian, and Kara from some of the RPG's.
Category: Ariel/Brian, David/Kara, Max/Liz, Michael/Maria, Isabel/Alex, and Tess/Kyle.
Summary: Ariel and her twin brother David move to Roswell when their father receives a job offer as a faculty member at Las Cruces University. The twins have always known that they were different, that they have psychic abilities. But soon they begin to learn the full truth about who they really are with the help of Brian and Kara. The Royal Four and their friends have now found them. The Enemy has also found them, and their once safe and peaceful lives turn dangerous. Can the four of them survive what is to come, or are they destined to once again repeat the tragedy that befell them in their last lives?
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please be kind Also, any constructive feedback is appreciated.
Rating: PG-13
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Prologue: Pennsylvania, 12 years ago.
It was time. The protector hiked up the mountain trail to the cave, where his four young charges were safely hidden. He passed his hand over the cave entrance, exposing a handprint at the side of the "door." Pressing his palm to the handprint, the protector caused the door to slide open, allowing entrance to the well-concealed cave. The cave was lit with an eerie blue- green light. A low humming vibration emanated from the pods, signaling that all was well with the four children inside. Soon four pairs of eyes opened. Tiny hands pushed through the pod membranes as the children freed themselves and stepped out onto the cave floor. They had the appearance of human children around the age of five or six, and they had blonde hair and green eyes. The protector smiled proudly as the children gazed about in wonder. They were obviously intelligent and curious, traits which he intended to nurture over the years as they grew. But there was no time to waste. Word had been received that the Enemy had learned about the hybrid children, as well as their location. It was no longer safe here in this cave. "Come, children, time to get dressed. We must leave quickly, " he told them in their native tongue. The children understood and quickly dressed in the clothes that had been laid out for them, clothes that would help them blend into the local society.
As the small group prepared to leave the cave, a sudden blast of light pierced the cave entrance and hit the protector in the shoulder. The blast left him injured, but he managed to raise a shield around himself and the children as several Enemy soldiers entered the room and surrounded them. "Caleb, you've been holding out on us," the Enemy mission leader stepped forward to address the protector, his manner deceptively pleasant. "You know why we have come. Surrender the children, and we may spare your life."
Instinctively, the children stepped closer to their protector. The little curly-haired girl, seeing that the protector was injured, put her hand to his shoulder and concentrated hard. Soon, the shoulder was healed perfectly. The other little girl, with the long straight hair, calmly locked eyes with the intruders and established a mental connection with them. She now understood what the Enemy wanted with them, and why she could not allow it to happen. Caleb, for his part, was not about to allow anything to happen to his charges either. "You will never take these children," Caleb replied, unfazed by the threat on his life. He was the toughest protector ever to grace the profession, perhaps all the more effective due to his mild manner that easily lured others to underestimate him. As this enemy underestimated him now. Before the enemy soldiers could even make a move to stop him, Caleb fired a small pulse weapon that left them on the floor, stunned nearly to the point of unconsciousness. Just then, another soldier entered the cave, firing a blast that struck Caleb and knocked him unconscious. The blast separated the little girl with the long straight hair and her brother from the others. The little curly-haired girl again worked to heal Caleb while her brother held a shield around the three of them. Seeing that the other two were in danger, the little boy holding the shield sent a telepathic message to the other little boy to get himself and his sister out of there, and that they'd meet up later when it was safe. The other boy nodded in reply and sent the soldier crashing against the cave wall, then grabbed his sister by the hand. The two children ran out of the cave, hating to leave their friends and protector behind, but knowing that they had to do this. As they ran, the little girl frantically warned her brother telepathically that she had not had enough time to establish a mental connection with the new soldier to get him to stop trying to hurt them. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light as the soldier unleashed a new weapon designed to make the four children forget everything about who they were so that they could more easily be raised to carry out the agenda of the Enemy, the followers of Khivar...
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Part 1: Separation
The little girl and her brother were running through the forest, holding hands. They were scared but did not know why. Maybe it was the darkness with only a full, pale moon to guide them on their way, Maybe it was that they were small children, alone and lost in the night. Maybe it was the intuitive sense of panic that something was after them, but they couldn't remember what it might be. They couldn't even remember anything about themselves, not even what they had been doing before they had started running. Wasn't that strange? It was hard to even think. There was only her brother and the panic and the dark night. Nothing was behind them to give any indication of danger, or any clue as to who they were, but they kept moving forward quickly. Finally, they reached a clearing and a road. There was a bright light, no, two bright lights coming toward them. Her brother pulled her back a little, afraid of what the lights might mean. But there was no time to react as the lights stopped beside them. A young couple exited the car and carefully approached the little girl and her brother, so as not to scare the children away. The little girl mentally reached out to the couple, who seemed kindly enough. She could sense their great longing for children of their own. This couple wanted to bring her and her brother home with them and take care of them. The little girl smiled timidly; she had a good feeling about this couple. She went over to the man and woman, and they enfolded her in their arms. Her brother, trusting her judgment, followed suit...
Ariel Hart awoke from her dream and slowly opened her eyes. She pushed her long, straight blond hair back from her face and sighed. This was the same dream she had whenever there was a separation in her life. She'd had this dream when she'd finished elementary and middle school. She'd had it when she or her brother David would go away to summer camp. She'd even had the dream when one of her parents would leave on a business trip. Once she had figured out this theme of separation, the irony of it had never ceased to amaze her. After all, this dream was actually her memory of her family coming together. It was Ariel's memory of the night that her parents had found her and David wandering lost in a forest and had later adopted them.
Now, at age seventeen, Ariel was facing the biggest separation of her life. Her family was leaving the home she'd lived in all her life (all of it that she could remember, anyway) in a little suburb of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. They were moving to Roswell, New Mexico because her father had been offered a wonderful teaching position on the faculty of Las Cruces University. As proud as Ariel was of her father, she was miserable about leaving all of her friends and the only home she'd ever known. David, the traitor, was actually excited about the move to someplace different. He was even excited about living near the desert. True, the desert would be perfect for stargazing, and the twins already had plans to bring out their telescope to enjoy the dark nights and perfect views of the night sky that the desert would surely offer. But a desert was a far cry from the east coast beaches and the ocean. She would miss the ocean terribly. Just then, her alarm went off, and Anggun's song, "Lost Out In the Desert," was just beginning to play.on the radio. Ariel laughed; the song was one of her favorites, and it couldn't be more appropriate to the occasion. She sang along as she reluctantly dragged herself out of bed to face the day. She surveyed her room and had to blink back tears. It was so bare. All of her pictures and books and other belongings were packed away, just as though she hadn't lived in this room for the past twelve years. She had loved this room so much, and it hurt very badly to leave. So much so that it hurt to breathe.
"Ari, honey, breakfast is ready. We need to hurry up. The movers will be here soon," Mom's voice broke into Ariel's thoughs.
"Ok, I'll be right there," Ariel replied, raising her voice enough for Mom to hear. Then more softly, to herself, she said, "I need to say goodbye to my room first." This would be her last real chance to do this, because after breakfast, there would be the inevitable frenzy of last-minute details to take care of, and then it would be time to leave. Taking a few moments, she remembered vividly her room as it had been, visualizing every piece of furniture, every knicknack, every picture...Finally, she knew that it was time. She quickly dressed and joined her family at the kitchen table.