Prologue
" Don't leave, Liz, please don't leave! I can change, I really can."
" You said that last time Max. You've had your last chance, and this was the last straw. The fact that the last straw is somebody else's baby, that is yours and not mine, iswho the mother is! I will not take your affairs as 'flings' anymore Max, this is serious. And bloody well damn serious, as the mother of that baby is my sister! MY LITTLE SISTER! Who you raped, Max, you bloody raped her!"
Max winced. " Don't use that word. She abused and harassed me!"
" Bollocks, Max. You and me both, Max, know that everything that comes out of your mouth is absolutely BOLLOCKS!" Screamed Liz.
" And? What are you going to do about it?"
" Leave you."
" No."
" Yes. For good this time!"
" What about the baby?"
" See, you sleep with someone else, while I'm pregnant. You get her pregnant. You are with her when your wife is in hospital suffering from a MISCARRIAGE!"
" Oh."
" Oh? OH? IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY YOU STUPID LITTLE FUCKER?"
" Lizzie, you can't be serious." Max tried again.
" You have no more chances."
Liz stormed out of the house. Luggage and car keys in hand. She put all of her bags into the boot. She turned back to Max.
" You know what really makes me happy though?"
" What?" asked Max kind of shocked Max, by her smiling face.
" You know your destiny shit?"
" What about it?"
" Stop thinking that baby will be a heir to that stupid throne of yours."
" Why not?"
" Because she had an abortion this morning. You heir is in the burners. And you know what?"
" What?" asked Max, pained tears in his eyes.
" I pity the next woman who gets pregnant with another heir of yours. I just hope that something up there feels sorry for her as I do, and lets her get a miscarriage. Good bye Max, have a nice eternity in Hell."
At that, Liz got in the car, turned the engine on, and drove into the early setting sunset.
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It was a quiet day when the phone rang loud and clear, in the Evan's household. Everybody but Max: who was still moping around after Liz who left eight months ago, had gone to the fair out of town.
" Hello?" called Max into the phone.
" Max?" came Liz's weak and heart-fufilling voice.
" Liz? Where are you?"
" I'm, ow, that hurt!"
" Liz? What's wrong?"
" The contractions have started Max. You're going to be a dad." Liz paused and Max listened carefully. A voice was speaking to Liz in the background.
" Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, come on Jessie, you can do it, now push! Push!"
" Jessica? Are you okay?" called a male voice in the background.
Liz's voice could now be heard loud and clear. " I'm fine, nurse. But I think the baby's going to come out soon."
" That's right Jessie, it's coming out now."
" Aaaaaaargggh! Bloody hell that hurt."
" Jessie, oh, Jessie, It's a girl! You have a baby girl! Did you and Max decide on names?" asked the female voice. Jessie fell faint, and nodded off to sleep then and there.
" Liz?"
" Jessie?"
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Chapter One
Jessica and her twelve-year-old daughter, Isabel passed through Roswell to a Pink concert a couple of months back. And since Isabel had been doing the crash of 1947 as a School project, Jessica agreed to check the place out, and maybe stay a couple of nights in the alienated town.
Jessica stood at the door of the Crashdown Café and let out a huge sigh.
" You want a bite to eat, Izzy?"
" Sure, Mum, I could do with a burger. I haven't eaten since brekkie." Moaned Isabel.
Jessica looked at her watch. It was about three already, they had eaten at ten. " Come on then. Inside."
Jessica, had long dark red hair down to her shoulders, deep emerald eyes, and a petite figure at about 5ft 7". Her daughter was the same except she had dark brown hair and was slightly shorted than Jessica. Both had distinct beautiful features, which made them stand out in a crowd.
When they walked into the café, they were given looks and stares from the bust crowd. Isabel found a small booth in the corner of the room.
A waitress with blond hair and sparkling green eyes walked up to their table.
" Hello, my name is Maria, and I will be your waitress for today. Are you ready to order."
Isabel who was already checking out what was to offer said, " I'll have a Crash Chocolate sundae and a yellow slime burger with no side salad and fried alien toenails please."
" Most appealing, I'll have the same." Commented Liz.
" Will that be all?" asked Maria.
" Yes thank you."
" Your food will be right up."
" Thanks." Said Isabel.
" Your welcome." Said Maria.
" This café's got friendly staff, good, cheap food. And how come I've never been before?" asked Isabel.
" We haven't been to Roswell before, honey." Said Jessica.
" Well, okay. But we're definetly coming again."
" Honey, you haven't even tasted the food yet." Warned Jessica.
" Mum. I can smell it." Assured Isabel.
" Here you go girls." Said a tall man with long brown hair, and dashing blue eyes. He handed them their food.
" Told you it smelt yummy mum. Hey, you haven't got any antenies."
" Well, they ran out. Sorry girls."
" Michael, get your ass over here now, and stop flirting with those girls!" yelled Maria from across the kitchen. Michael blushed.
" Sorry, girls, the slave driver is calling me."
Jessica and Isabel giggled. " Don't let us stop you getting back to your wife."
" How did you know?"
" It was just a feeling." Replied Jessica.
" A very good, uh, feeling. A true one. Say, are you a physic?"
" A slight one, yes."
" That's cool."
" I think your wife wants you." Said Isabel looking at Maria's face.
" Uh, yes. I think you might be. I'll see you later, yeah? Maybe you could some readings?"
" Well-"
" She will." Said Isabel.
" Okay, I'll just tell Maria. She loves those sort of things."
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" Hey, Maria, calm down."
" You were flirting with her Mikey."
" How could I, when I've got you."
" Okay, I believe you. But what were you talking about?"
" She's a physic. She knew we were married. She said it was just a feeling."
" Cool. Did you ask her-"
" To do some readings? Yes."
" And she said-"
" Yes."
" That is so cool. Should I go and arrange a meeting with her?"
" Let her eat her meal, Maria."
" Okay." Said a persistant Maria.
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Over the other side of the café, Isabel Evans was looking strangely at the booth that Jessica and her daughter were sitting in.
" Hey, Michael, get over here a minute." Called Isabel.
" Hey, Iz. What's the matter?"
" Who is that? I recognise her."
" That's a physic. She just guessed that me and Maz were married."
" Cool. Do you think she'll do a reading for me?"
" I don't know, why don't you ask her. It looks like she's finished her meal."
" Who's that in the booth with her?"
" I think she's her daughter. She looks about twelve, but don't quote me on that."
" Thanks."
Isabel stood up from her seat at the end of the counter and walked over to Jessica.
" Hey, I'm Isabel Evans, Michael's cousin. He tells me you're a physic."
" That's me." Said Jessica.
" I was wondering if you could do some readings for me and my friends here tomorrow. We're doing an alien fair. Do you want to take part? We'll pay you?"
" Okay. But I don't want any money for it."
" Are you sure?" asked Isabel.
" Yes. Do you want a reading now?"
" If that's okay with you and your daughter here."
" It's fine with me." Said young Isabel. " Hey, you've got the same name as me."
" Cool. Hey, do you want to do this in the room out back?"
" If you want."
" Okay, Isabel. You just sit here, I'll be back soon."
" Okay, mum."
Isabel led the way into the back room, and the two sat opposite each other at a small wooden table.
" Do you have cards?"
" No. I just need your palm."
" Like a fortune teller?"
" It's a bit the same. You palm please?"
" Okay." Isabel gave it to her.
" This line here is your lifeline. You will live about sixty years more, believing that you are about thirty, thirty-one."
" Yeah. I'm thirty-one. Do you know anything else about palm reading?"
" Yes. Let me look into your eyes." Isabel did as Jessica told her to.
" You have misplaced a loved one recently. Male."
" Yes, my brother."
" Is he missing. Run away?"
" He has gone looking for his wife."
" This boy, he was a leader. Something of a famous person?"
" Yes."
" I see something. You have lost another male long ago. Maybe about thirteen, fourteen years ago. Murdered?"
" Yes." Tears were brought into Isabel's eyes.
" Do not cry child. He sees you well. He was something of a performer. Art or music?"
" Music. He was a singer."
" This boy, I see a boy. He is tall with dark hair?"
" Yes. That's Alex."
" But you are happy now. A boyfriend. Important person."
" Yes. He's a sheriff."
" I see an exiting childhood. Many adventures. Some dangerous?"
" Yes."
" An interesting background. I see a woman with flowing blond hair."
" My mother?"
" Maybe child. This is all I can see."
" Can you tell me anything that will happen to me?"
" It seems, it seems-"
" Yes?"
" An old friend. Someone you haven't see in years. A brunette, sea colour eyes, petite features."
" Liz."
" A local girl?"
" Yes. She was. Her father owns this café."
" I'm afraid this is all I can see."
" Thank you." Said Isabel getting up, wiping her eyes. " I don't even know your name?"
" My name is Jessica, Jessica Stevenson. I will only be in town for a couple of days. But I will come to your fair tomorrow. It will be good to see how things have changed." Jessica muttered her last sentence under her breath.
Isabel who had distinct hearing heard her. " I'm sorry? Have you been here before?"
" Many, many years ago."
" If you don't mind me asking. How old is your daughter?"
" She is twelve. I was here about fourteen years ago."
" Did you go to school here?" asked Isabel suspiciously.
" For a while. My favourite subject was biology." Said Jessica dreamily.
" Ohmygod!"
" Miss, are you alright?"
" Yes. Liz?"
" I'm sorry. What did you call me?"
" Liz. Liz Parker. I do believe that is you."
Isabel touched Jessica on the head. Immediately Jessica's hair turned dark brown, and her eyes turned blue.
" I thought it was you. You daughter is a spitting image of you."
A/N: Well, what did you think? Please R&R, and tell me, truthfully, what you think. I know I can't spell properly!
" Don't leave, Liz, please don't leave! I can change, I really can."
" You said that last time Max. You've had your last chance, and this was the last straw. The fact that the last straw is somebody else's baby, that is yours and not mine, iswho the mother is! I will not take your affairs as 'flings' anymore Max, this is serious. And bloody well damn serious, as the mother of that baby is my sister! MY LITTLE SISTER! Who you raped, Max, you bloody raped her!"
Max winced. " Don't use that word. She abused and harassed me!"
" Bollocks, Max. You and me both, Max, know that everything that comes out of your mouth is absolutely BOLLOCKS!" Screamed Liz.
" And? What are you going to do about it?"
" Leave you."
" No."
" Yes. For good this time!"
" What about the baby?"
" See, you sleep with someone else, while I'm pregnant. You get her pregnant. You are with her when your wife is in hospital suffering from a MISCARRIAGE!"
" Oh."
" Oh? OH? IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY YOU STUPID LITTLE FUCKER?"
" Lizzie, you can't be serious." Max tried again.
" You have no more chances."
Liz stormed out of the house. Luggage and car keys in hand. She put all of her bags into the boot. She turned back to Max.
" You know what really makes me happy though?"
" What?" asked Max kind of shocked Max, by her smiling face.
" You know your destiny shit?"
" What about it?"
" Stop thinking that baby will be a heir to that stupid throne of yours."
" Why not?"
" Because she had an abortion this morning. You heir is in the burners. And you know what?"
" What?" asked Max, pained tears in his eyes.
" I pity the next woman who gets pregnant with another heir of yours. I just hope that something up there feels sorry for her as I do, and lets her get a miscarriage. Good bye Max, have a nice eternity in Hell."
At that, Liz got in the car, turned the engine on, and drove into the early setting sunset.
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It was a quiet day when the phone rang loud and clear, in the Evan's household. Everybody but Max: who was still moping around after Liz who left eight months ago, had gone to the fair out of town.
" Hello?" called Max into the phone.
" Max?" came Liz's weak and heart-fufilling voice.
" Liz? Where are you?"
" I'm, ow, that hurt!"
" Liz? What's wrong?"
" The contractions have started Max. You're going to be a dad." Liz paused and Max listened carefully. A voice was speaking to Liz in the background.
" Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, come on Jessie, you can do it, now push! Push!"
" Jessica? Are you okay?" called a male voice in the background.
Liz's voice could now be heard loud and clear. " I'm fine, nurse. But I think the baby's going to come out soon."
" That's right Jessie, it's coming out now."
" Aaaaaaargggh! Bloody hell that hurt."
" Jessie, oh, Jessie, It's a girl! You have a baby girl! Did you and Max decide on names?" asked the female voice. Jessie fell faint, and nodded off to sleep then and there.
" Liz?"
" Jessie?"
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Chapter One
Jessica and her twelve-year-old daughter, Isabel passed through Roswell to a Pink concert a couple of months back. And since Isabel had been doing the crash of 1947 as a School project, Jessica agreed to check the place out, and maybe stay a couple of nights in the alienated town.
Jessica stood at the door of the Crashdown Café and let out a huge sigh.
" You want a bite to eat, Izzy?"
" Sure, Mum, I could do with a burger. I haven't eaten since brekkie." Moaned Isabel.
Jessica looked at her watch. It was about three already, they had eaten at ten. " Come on then. Inside."
Jessica, had long dark red hair down to her shoulders, deep emerald eyes, and a petite figure at about 5ft 7". Her daughter was the same except she had dark brown hair and was slightly shorted than Jessica. Both had distinct beautiful features, which made them stand out in a crowd.
When they walked into the café, they were given looks and stares from the bust crowd. Isabel found a small booth in the corner of the room.
A waitress with blond hair and sparkling green eyes walked up to their table.
" Hello, my name is Maria, and I will be your waitress for today. Are you ready to order."
Isabel who was already checking out what was to offer said, " I'll have a Crash Chocolate sundae and a yellow slime burger with no side salad and fried alien toenails please."
" Most appealing, I'll have the same." Commented Liz.
" Will that be all?" asked Maria.
" Yes thank you."
" Your food will be right up."
" Thanks." Said Isabel.
" Your welcome." Said Maria.
" This café's got friendly staff, good, cheap food. And how come I've never been before?" asked Isabel.
" We haven't been to Roswell before, honey." Said Jessica.
" Well, okay. But we're definetly coming again."
" Honey, you haven't even tasted the food yet." Warned Jessica.
" Mum. I can smell it." Assured Isabel.
" Here you go girls." Said a tall man with long brown hair, and dashing blue eyes. He handed them their food.
" Told you it smelt yummy mum. Hey, you haven't got any antenies."
" Well, they ran out. Sorry girls."
" Michael, get your ass over here now, and stop flirting with those girls!" yelled Maria from across the kitchen. Michael blushed.
" Sorry, girls, the slave driver is calling me."
Jessica and Isabel giggled. " Don't let us stop you getting back to your wife."
" How did you know?"
" It was just a feeling." Replied Jessica.
" A very good, uh, feeling. A true one. Say, are you a physic?"
" A slight one, yes."
" That's cool."
" I think your wife wants you." Said Isabel looking at Maria's face.
" Uh, yes. I think you might be. I'll see you later, yeah? Maybe you could some readings?"
" Well-"
" She will." Said Isabel.
" Okay, I'll just tell Maria. She loves those sort of things."
*************
" Hey, Maria, calm down."
" You were flirting with her Mikey."
" How could I, when I've got you."
" Okay, I believe you. But what were you talking about?"
" She's a physic. She knew we were married. She said it was just a feeling."
" Cool. Did you ask her-"
" To do some readings? Yes."
" And she said-"
" Yes."
" That is so cool. Should I go and arrange a meeting with her?"
" Let her eat her meal, Maria."
" Okay." Said a persistant Maria.
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Over the other side of the café, Isabel Evans was looking strangely at the booth that Jessica and her daughter were sitting in.
" Hey, Michael, get over here a minute." Called Isabel.
" Hey, Iz. What's the matter?"
" Who is that? I recognise her."
" That's a physic. She just guessed that me and Maz were married."
" Cool. Do you think she'll do a reading for me?"
" I don't know, why don't you ask her. It looks like she's finished her meal."
" Who's that in the booth with her?"
" I think she's her daughter. She looks about twelve, but don't quote me on that."
" Thanks."
Isabel stood up from her seat at the end of the counter and walked over to Jessica.
" Hey, I'm Isabel Evans, Michael's cousin. He tells me you're a physic."
" That's me." Said Jessica.
" I was wondering if you could do some readings for me and my friends here tomorrow. We're doing an alien fair. Do you want to take part? We'll pay you?"
" Okay. But I don't want any money for it."
" Are you sure?" asked Isabel.
" Yes. Do you want a reading now?"
" If that's okay with you and your daughter here."
" It's fine with me." Said young Isabel. " Hey, you've got the same name as me."
" Cool. Hey, do you want to do this in the room out back?"
" If you want."
" Okay, Isabel. You just sit here, I'll be back soon."
" Okay, mum."
Isabel led the way into the back room, and the two sat opposite each other at a small wooden table.
" Do you have cards?"
" No. I just need your palm."
" Like a fortune teller?"
" It's a bit the same. You palm please?"
" Okay." Isabel gave it to her.
" This line here is your lifeline. You will live about sixty years more, believing that you are about thirty, thirty-one."
" Yeah. I'm thirty-one. Do you know anything else about palm reading?"
" Yes. Let me look into your eyes." Isabel did as Jessica told her to.
" You have misplaced a loved one recently. Male."
" Yes, my brother."
" Is he missing. Run away?"
" He has gone looking for his wife."
" This boy, he was a leader. Something of a famous person?"
" Yes."
" I see something. You have lost another male long ago. Maybe about thirteen, fourteen years ago. Murdered?"
" Yes." Tears were brought into Isabel's eyes.
" Do not cry child. He sees you well. He was something of a performer. Art or music?"
" Music. He was a singer."
" This boy, I see a boy. He is tall with dark hair?"
" Yes. That's Alex."
" But you are happy now. A boyfriend. Important person."
" Yes. He's a sheriff."
" I see an exiting childhood. Many adventures. Some dangerous?"
" Yes."
" An interesting background. I see a woman with flowing blond hair."
" My mother?"
" Maybe child. This is all I can see."
" Can you tell me anything that will happen to me?"
" It seems, it seems-"
" Yes?"
" An old friend. Someone you haven't see in years. A brunette, sea colour eyes, petite features."
" Liz."
" A local girl?"
" Yes. She was. Her father owns this café."
" I'm afraid this is all I can see."
" Thank you." Said Isabel getting up, wiping her eyes. " I don't even know your name?"
" My name is Jessica, Jessica Stevenson. I will only be in town for a couple of days. But I will come to your fair tomorrow. It will be good to see how things have changed." Jessica muttered her last sentence under her breath.
Isabel who had distinct hearing heard her. " I'm sorry? Have you been here before?"
" Many, many years ago."
" If you don't mind me asking. How old is your daughter?"
" She is twelve. I was here about fourteen years ago."
" Did you go to school here?" asked Isabel suspiciously.
" For a while. My favourite subject was biology." Said Jessica dreamily.
" Ohmygod!"
" Miss, are you alright?"
" Yes. Liz?"
" I'm sorry. What did you call me?"
" Liz. Liz Parker. I do believe that is you."
Isabel touched Jessica on the head. Immediately Jessica's hair turned dark brown, and her eyes turned blue.
" I thought it was you. You daughter is a spitting image of you."
A/N: Well, what did you think? Please R&R, and tell me, truthfully, what you think. I know I can't spell properly!