Category: AU M/L
Summary: AU story based on a song I have liked for a long time, but with a different twist. Liz didn't grow up in Roswell and has been living in foster homes as long as she can remember.
Disclaimer: Jason Katims owns everything Roswell…come on now if I owned it would I be writing fanfic??? Also I don't own the song either, it's "Two beds and a coffee machine" by Savage Garden. I'm just borrowing this stuff and I'll put it back when I'm done I promise. Oh and I created the characters of Abby, Charlotte, and Frank who are loosely based on characters in the song and people I know.
Thanks: To my beta Elise-who has been with me on this story from the beginning and Lauren for allowing me to spoil her and discuss 'where it's all going.' I couldn't do it without you guys. To everyone who left reviews, I appreciate it so much.
Feedback: Okay I said I wouldn't beg—but I lied…Feedback is always appreciated ! !
Distribution: I would be flattered if anyone wants to post this story somewhere else, just let me know first okay?
A/N: The italics indicate thought, journal entries, and also song lyrics. This is going to be one long twisted story. The only hint I will give is – some things are meant to happen. Think about it.
June 23rd. Journal entry one.
My name is Liz Mitchell and two weeks ago, my life was turned upside down.
I had been living with my abusive foster father and two other foster children who I consider my sisters. Today, I am living in Roswell, alien tourist trap extraordinaire, with the girls, in my own apartment. I decided yesterday, on a whim, to buy this journal. I've never kept one before for fear that Frank or someone else would find it and somehow use it to separate me from the girls. Now, that isn't a worry. Even with all the changes my life has undergone lately, I feel safe for the first time I can remember. It's hard to believe that it has only been two weeks, just fourteen days, since the girls and I arrived in Roswell that fateful night. It feels like a lifetime.
So far, there has been no sign of Frank or even that he reported us missing. I'm hopeful it will stay that way. We have settled into a routine, the girls and I. Most days, I work at the Crashdown and the girls go across the street to the Bakers' house. I was extremely lucky to meet them. Mrs. Baker stays at home with their 6 year old daughter Emma. Charlotte and Abby seem to have found a best friend. The three of them are almost inseparable.
Speaking of friends, I seem to have made some of my own. Maria, a fellow waitress at the Crashdown, has made it her mission to be my first real friend. To her, that means dragging me all over Roswell along with her other friend Alex. Charlotte says we are just like the three musketeers—Maria is the crazy one, I am the quiet one, and Alex, well, he is the comic relief. I was reluctant to let them in at first, but I have to admit that we do have a good time. I can't imagine life without them anymore.
Another surprise, to me and everyone else in town, is Max. Apparently, he is one of the quietest people in town. Maria said she never even heard him speak in class. But for some unknown reason, Max introduced himself to me that first day in the Crashdown and offered to help me find an apartment. We talked that evening, at his insistence, and I ended up telling him everything—about me, the girls, Frank…everything. The strange part is—I don't know why. I just felt that I could trust him completely. That is such a new feeling for me. We haven't spent a lot of time together since then, but he comes into the Crashdown almost daily. We talk, but he seems to be keeping himself at a distance lately, as if he is afraid to let someone get close. I understand the feeling, so I haven't pushed him.
It seems that the storm that was my life for so long—has finally calmed…at least for now.
TBC...
And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass
And furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming
Now it's time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
and the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
And there are children to think of
Baby's asleep in the back seat
Wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of the night
But there's hope in the darkness
You know you're going to make it
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it through
