Author's Note: Hey thanks for the reviews, it's nice to hear your opinions and ideas. With this fic I just seem to be writing and writing at home and typing and typing at work (My home computer is broke, so this is the office's expense!). Anyway thanks, and more feedback would be great!

CHAPTER 9

A week had passed and the gang were still no closer to finding Josh. Everyday Max, Tess, Michael and Isabel would each spend hours trying to connect with him, to reach him with their minds, but to no avail. Something was blocking the connection.

They had met each member of the Council - Mekhi, Serena, Rohan, Emuil, Alena, Paulos, Sumner and Etta - who were doing everything they could.

"It's been a week - nothing!" With a swift wave of his hand, Michael sent a chair flying across the room, smashing it against the wall.

"We're doing the best that we can" Serena sighed, frustrated. She and Michael had been sent to check out a motel room that was believed to have been used by the kidnappers, but so far it was just another dead end. They had covered their tracks well. Serena was glad that she and Michael had this time alone together because it would give them a chance to talk.

"Michael, do you remember anything from your life on Antar?" Serena asked cautiously. Michael sighed and sat down on the chair that he hadn't sent flying.

"Sometimes. I get flashes but I don't really 'see' anything - I feel them. Like I can feel Max's presence, Isabel's too. I can feel what it was like to stand at the top of a tower or mountain, or something I don't know. I can feel the sensation of the air on my face." Michael closed his eyes, trying to bring back the memory.

"That was the tower at the palace. You used to stand at the very top and just watch everything, making sure that it was safe. A person could see for miles up there, it was your escape." Serena picked up the broken chair, waved her hand across it to repair the damage, and sat down next to Michael.

"You knew me?" Michael looked surprised, his eyes were wide with questions. He looked at the beautiful brunette beside him. She had the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen.

"Yes. The day before you died you told me that we would run away together. Vilandra was seeing Khivar behind everyone's back and you wanted us to leave together. We were secret lovers for a long, long time." Serena glanced at Michael to see his reaction; he looked shocked.

"But.how? Why?" Michael couldn't believe that he would abandon Max and Isabel like that.

"You never loved Vilandra. Zan insisted on the marriage though. He thought it was perfect - his best friend and his sister. You could never say no to him, you were loyal to the end." Serena smiled at Michael. She could still see the man she loved. Michael continued to stare into her eyes - he could get lost in those eyes.

Serena continued. "We made so many plans, Rath. We were going to go to a part of the planet untouched by the rebellion - we were going to be a family." Serena leaned closer to Michael, their mouths only an inch apart.

"I never stopped loving you." she whispered.

As their lips met, Michael suddenly came to his senses and jumped from the chair.

"Serena, I can't! I can't do this. I have Maria and Ella now, things are different on this planet. I'm sorry." A pained expression tainted Serena's beautiful face, a lonely tear slid down her cheek.

"I understand, Michael. I didn't plan this, but I thought you should know that in another life, you died for me."

With that, Serena left the motel room and went back to the car. The ride back to Roswell was awkwardly silent, and Michael dropped Serena off at the apartment she rented.

"Serena, thank you for telling me. I guess it kinda helps me come to terms with who I am a little." Michael avoided looking at Serena as he said this while she got out of the car before driving off.

"You have no idea who you are" Serena whispered to the empty street.