Now little did the six young men and women realise was that they were
slowly being bought back together by an unknown force. They had been set on
the path that would slowly bring their group back together. However this
force, who was not one to be reckoned with and truly had an ulterior motive
than that of a happy reunion, did not count on the unexpected discovery of
the heir to the Antarian throne by the mysterious man's best friend; his
second in command. This for the force was an uneventful turn of events,
which in the present moment they had become powerless to intervene. Not to
say they didn't try.
Gardendale, Alabama
(May 15th 2015)
"Ok, so that's four foster homes checked out in this area." Michael mumbled to himself as he crossed off another name on his list of houses and proceeded back to the cemented footpath. "One more to go.let's hope this one is the one."
Michael was intent on finding the boy from the restaurant. He had vowed, and much to Maria's protest, that he would not sleep until he got some answers. He had spent his entire morning tracking down the houses in Gardendale that occupied foster children. Michael knew deep down that the boy might not even live in Gardendale but that he might just be in town for a few days visiting people.
As he approached the final house on his list, he thought, this is it, last one on the list. Please be here Zan.
But Michael knew the boy was there before he had even reached the driveway. He could feel an unknown presence, flowing throughout his entire being. Michael became extra alert and kept his eyes open for any signs of movement as he came within reach of the front doorbell.
Michael took a deep breathe and went over his cover story once more in his mind of what business he had with a 14 year old boy, then slowly reached to the bell and pressed it.
He waited a few seconds and then pressed it again.
No response.
Now that he had begun to pay a little more attention to the state of the house did he notice that it looked quite empty of any signs of life. Maybe the people who live here are just at work. Michael thought, as he stepped back from the door and surveyed the state of the house. I'll just come back tomorrow. He decided.
The thing that was eating away at Michael's mind was that he had felt the presence of the boy. He knew that he was somewhere near him right now; Michael could feel the boy's eyes staring at him so intensely from a hidden location, that it felt like if they stared any harder they could create a hole straight through his chest. Who knows maybe this kid can stare holes right through you, Michael thought, considering that he is the son of two powerful aliens. With his curiosity and sheer determination to find the boy Michael slowly made his way around the corner of the empty house. If this kid was anything like his father, he would be frightened and would not show himself unless he knew for absolute sure that Michael was not the enemy.
Michael crept slowly and stealthily around the corner of the house and jumped as quietly as he could off the front landing, and into a badly looked after garden. As he looked up from his now muddy shoes he saw the dark outline of a child of about 14 years slip around the back of the deserted house.
"Hey Kid!" He yelled as he began to run, "Kid! I don't want to hurt you I just want to talk!" Michael came to a stop after jumping two small fences and finally came to a stop about 20 meters from the boy who looked scared and confused, and was in a stance where it looked like he was about to take off at any moment. The boy stared hard at Michael, then turned to run.
"Hey.kid!" Michael repeated. The boy ignored him, and started to edge hurriedly away. Michael thought for a moment, and then said in almost a whisper but that it was loud enough so that the boy could hear him.
"Zan?"
The kid stopped dead in his tracks, facing away from Michael. Very slowly the boy turned back, he lifted his head up gradually and finally met Michael's gaze.
Step-by-step he inched every bit closer to Michael. He was about five meters away when he finally opened his mouth for the first time. "What did you just call me?" The boy asked almost silently.
"Zan." Michael repeated, not once breaking his eye contact.
The boy spoke again. He looked confused. "I know that name.I remember it from a long time ago.I hear it in my dreams."
"Zan is your name kiddo." Michael continued believing that a long last he was making progress with the heir. But he made sure whatever he said would not scare him off. He needed Zan to remember.
"No.no.my name is James." The boy looked utterly confused and scared "But, that other name.Zan.I know it somehow.does it have something to do with my real family?"
They stood there for a few minutes staring at each other, then Michael realised there was only one other way to get through to him. "Kid, I'm going to do something now, it will seem a little odd at first, but you will know everything after it.all the answers from your past that you have been wondering about your whole life. Please don't get scared. It doesn't hurt." Michael assured Zan.
Zan took a small step back away from Michael and pressed up against the brick walling of the house.
"No, its ok, come one kid." Michael slowly reached out and placed his hand on Zan's small chest. Zan closed his eyes tightly and looked away afraid something bad was about to happen to him.
The connection was instantaneous. From the moment Michael's large gentle hand had touched Zan's tender body they had been connected. A power surge like nothing Michael had ever felt before in his life shot through his body and then the memories began to flow one after another at the most amazing pace. Memories from the day Liz was shot, memories of Roswell, memories of Max, Isabel and Himself, memories of the traitor, Pierce, Kivar, more and more memories just surged through Michael and into Zan, they were now of Hank, Kyle, Valenti, Alex. Then his most valuable memories that he prized above all else.that of Maria and their love, and the friendship that existed between all those who knew his secret.
Michael knew what memories were coming next and he tried with all his might so slow them down so that Zan could understand better. These memories were of the Max/Liz/Tess issue that had resulted in Zan's existence, and what Tess had done to their group. They were not easy memories for Michael to bring back to the surface, but it had to be done. They explained to Zan that he was different.
After a few minutes Michael finally broke the connection. He was sweating all over and puffing hard. The connection had taken a lot out of him. Strangely though, Zan was just standing as still as a statue, still in eye contact with Michael and not a bead of sweat on him.
A loud clap of thunder sounded above the pair in the dark mid-afternoon sky. The wind rustled eerily the dead leaves in the large trees behind them. No one spoke for what seemed like an age; until finally, as the first drops of rain began to trickle down their faces did Zan speak.
"You're Michael.aren't you"
***
"Michael!" Maria yelled out as she jumped out of the Jetta, slammed the door and followed her pissed off and stubborn alien up the drive. "You can't just take a kid away from his family, the only life he has ever known, even if this boy is Zan, the heir to the Antarian throne! There are laws against this kind of thing Michael! You of all people should know this!" Maria shouted at him waving her hands all over the place and pointing to the young boy who sat still in the back of the car. Michael bent down so that he was at the exact same height as Maria, their faces only centimetres apart. His eyes were dark and menacing. Through gritted teeth, a low hissed escaped his mouth as he snarled. "This kid is Max's son.and as much as I hate to admit it, this kid is also my Prince.I can't just go on with my life knowing that he lives in the same friggin' town as me. I can't.and I won't.Max needs to know that his son is alive and well, and Zan wants to go to Max-he understands Maria; he's a smart kid. Anyway, why would we have ever found Zan in the first place, if it wasn't for a reason?" "Since when have you believed in fate?" Maria muttered angrily back, not once losing eye contact with him. The same facial expressions that Michael had been supporting now reflected on her face.
After a few awkward minutes Michael finally stood back up to his proper height, losing the eye battle and knowing that this was one argument he was not going to win. He backed away from Maria and let his arms flop hopelessly to his sides. With one last ditch effort; he tried to convince Maria he was right, knowing that he was just wasting his breath. "And, and what about my dreams Maria? I can't just ignore them. They've been telling me things, reminding me of moments back in Roswell that I had long since forgotten. Important things.please Maria." He shook his head and looked at the ground in obvious defeat, knowing that Maria was probably right. "Fine, I'll drive him back to his house."
Maria sighed, giving in from seeing the look of hurt on his face. Without so much as a word, she stepped towards Michael and gently cupped his face in her hands. "Michael." he tried to pull away, "Michael.look at me." She repeated "I love you.I have always loved you. We've been with each other for so long and I didn't even see how much this means to you.I'm sorry Michael. But we can't ignore that taking Zan is illegal or the fact that we haven't even got a clue as to where Max or any of the others are.I'm assuming Liz is probably still with Max, but that's beside the point. "Maybe we could go to the pod chamber and use the orbs to contact Max." Michael attempted. Maria rolled her eyes. "Michael, just stop talking for once.let me finish." "I was just making a suggestion." He shrugged. Maria continued. "We separated from the others for a reason: to keep out of danger and protect our lives. Max sent Zan away so that he wouldn't have to ever get mixed up in any of this alien crap, ever. But because I love you too much.so much that hell, I would even die for you.I will go along with whatever you decide to do even if that means breaking the law." She sighed, let go of his surprised face and slowly turned to walk into their silent and darkened house.
Michael had no intention of letting her go yet so he grabbed her hand just before she walked out of his reach and pulled her back into his arms pressing his lips ever so gently over hers. The bright porch light above their heads illuminated their outlines for the whole street to see allowing a passing car of drunken teens to throw numerous dog whistles their way. The pair knew nothing of it as they were to busy immersed in the essence of each other.for all they cared they were the only people in the world at that point in time.
After what seemed like eternity Michael reluctantly released his urgent grip on Maria's shoulders and took her hands. "Thankyou Maria." he said with the most deepest and sincere meaning, "Thankyou." he let go and proceeded towards the Jetta, to get Zan and tell him the news that the following day he was planning on taking him back to Roswell New Mexico. He would use the orbs to attempt to find Max or die trying...
Gardendale, Alabama
(May 15th 2015)
"Ok, so that's four foster homes checked out in this area." Michael mumbled to himself as he crossed off another name on his list of houses and proceeded back to the cemented footpath. "One more to go.let's hope this one is the one."
Michael was intent on finding the boy from the restaurant. He had vowed, and much to Maria's protest, that he would not sleep until he got some answers. He had spent his entire morning tracking down the houses in Gardendale that occupied foster children. Michael knew deep down that the boy might not even live in Gardendale but that he might just be in town for a few days visiting people.
As he approached the final house on his list, he thought, this is it, last one on the list. Please be here Zan.
But Michael knew the boy was there before he had even reached the driveway. He could feel an unknown presence, flowing throughout his entire being. Michael became extra alert and kept his eyes open for any signs of movement as he came within reach of the front doorbell.
Michael took a deep breathe and went over his cover story once more in his mind of what business he had with a 14 year old boy, then slowly reached to the bell and pressed it.
He waited a few seconds and then pressed it again.
No response.
Now that he had begun to pay a little more attention to the state of the house did he notice that it looked quite empty of any signs of life. Maybe the people who live here are just at work. Michael thought, as he stepped back from the door and surveyed the state of the house. I'll just come back tomorrow. He decided.
The thing that was eating away at Michael's mind was that he had felt the presence of the boy. He knew that he was somewhere near him right now; Michael could feel the boy's eyes staring at him so intensely from a hidden location, that it felt like if they stared any harder they could create a hole straight through his chest. Who knows maybe this kid can stare holes right through you, Michael thought, considering that he is the son of two powerful aliens. With his curiosity and sheer determination to find the boy Michael slowly made his way around the corner of the empty house. If this kid was anything like his father, he would be frightened and would not show himself unless he knew for absolute sure that Michael was not the enemy.
Michael crept slowly and stealthily around the corner of the house and jumped as quietly as he could off the front landing, and into a badly looked after garden. As he looked up from his now muddy shoes he saw the dark outline of a child of about 14 years slip around the back of the deserted house.
"Hey Kid!" He yelled as he began to run, "Kid! I don't want to hurt you I just want to talk!" Michael came to a stop after jumping two small fences and finally came to a stop about 20 meters from the boy who looked scared and confused, and was in a stance where it looked like he was about to take off at any moment. The boy stared hard at Michael, then turned to run.
"Hey.kid!" Michael repeated. The boy ignored him, and started to edge hurriedly away. Michael thought for a moment, and then said in almost a whisper but that it was loud enough so that the boy could hear him.
"Zan?"
The kid stopped dead in his tracks, facing away from Michael. Very slowly the boy turned back, he lifted his head up gradually and finally met Michael's gaze.
Step-by-step he inched every bit closer to Michael. He was about five meters away when he finally opened his mouth for the first time. "What did you just call me?" The boy asked almost silently.
"Zan." Michael repeated, not once breaking his eye contact.
The boy spoke again. He looked confused. "I know that name.I remember it from a long time ago.I hear it in my dreams."
"Zan is your name kiddo." Michael continued believing that a long last he was making progress with the heir. But he made sure whatever he said would not scare him off. He needed Zan to remember.
"No.no.my name is James." The boy looked utterly confused and scared "But, that other name.Zan.I know it somehow.does it have something to do with my real family?"
They stood there for a few minutes staring at each other, then Michael realised there was only one other way to get through to him. "Kid, I'm going to do something now, it will seem a little odd at first, but you will know everything after it.all the answers from your past that you have been wondering about your whole life. Please don't get scared. It doesn't hurt." Michael assured Zan.
Zan took a small step back away from Michael and pressed up against the brick walling of the house.
"No, its ok, come one kid." Michael slowly reached out and placed his hand on Zan's small chest. Zan closed his eyes tightly and looked away afraid something bad was about to happen to him.
The connection was instantaneous. From the moment Michael's large gentle hand had touched Zan's tender body they had been connected. A power surge like nothing Michael had ever felt before in his life shot through his body and then the memories began to flow one after another at the most amazing pace. Memories from the day Liz was shot, memories of Roswell, memories of Max, Isabel and Himself, memories of the traitor, Pierce, Kivar, more and more memories just surged through Michael and into Zan, they were now of Hank, Kyle, Valenti, Alex. Then his most valuable memories that he prized above all else.that of Maria and their love, and the friendship that existed between all those who knew his secret.
Michael knew what memories were coming next and he tried with all his might so slow them down so that Zan could understand better. These memories were of the Max/Liz/Tess issue that had resulted in Zan's existence, and what Tess had done to their group. They were not easy memories for Michael to bring back to the surface, but it had to be done. They explained to Zan that he was different.
After a few minutes Michael finally broke the connection. He was sweating all over and puffing hard. The connection had taken a lot out of him. Strangely though, Zan was just standing as still as a statue, still in eye contact with Michael and not a bead of sweat on him.
A loud clap of thunder sounded above the pair in the dark mid-afternoon sky. The wind rustled eerily the dead leaves in the large trees behind them. No one spoke for what seemed like an age; until finally, as the first drops of rain began to trickle down their faces did Zan speak.
"You're Michael.aren't you"
***
"Michael!" Maria yelled out as she jumped out of the Jetta, slammed the door and followed her pissed off and stubborn alien up the drive. "You can't just take a kid away from his family, the only life he has ever known, even if this boy is Zan, the heir to the Antarian throne! There are laws against this kind of thing Michael! You of all people should know this!" Maria shouted at him waving her hands all over the place and pointing to the young boy who sat still in the back of the car. Michael bent down so that he was at the exact same height as Maria, their faces only centimetres apart. His eyes were dark and menacing. Through gritted teeth, a low hissed escaped his mouth as he snarled. "This kid is Max's son.and as much as I hate to admit it, this kid is also my Prince.I can't just go on with my life knowing that he lives in the same friggin' town as me. I can't.and I won't.Max needs to know that his son is alive and well, and Zan wants to go to Max-he understands Maria; he's a smart kid. Anyway, why would we have ever found Zan in the first place, if it wasn't for a reason?" "Since when have you believed in fate?" Maria muttered angrily back, not once losing eye contact with him. The same facial expressions that Michael had been supporting now reflected on her face.
After a few awkward minutes Michael finally stood back up to his proper height, losing the eye battle and knowing that this was one argument he was not going to win. He backed away from Maria and let his arms flop hopelessly to his sides. With one last ditch effort; he tried to convince Maria he was right, knowing that he was just wasting his breath. "And, and what about my dreams Maria? I can't just ignore them. They've been telling me things, reminding me of moments back in Roswell that I had long since forgotten. Important things.please Maria." He shook his head and looked at the ground in obvious defeat, knowing that Maria was probably right. "Fine, I'll drive him back to his house."
Maria sighed, giving in from seeing the look of hurt on his face. Without so much as a word, she stepped towards Michael and gently cupped his face in her hands. "Michael." he tried to pull away, "Michael.look at me." She repeated "I love you.I have always loved you. We've been with each other for so long and I didn't even see how much this means to you.I'm sorry Michael. But we can't ignore that taking Zan is illegal or the fact that we haven't even got a clue as to where Max or any of the others are.I'm assuming Liz is probably still with Max, but that's beside the point. "Maybe we could go to the pod chamber and use the orbs to contact Max." Michael attempted. Maria rolled her eyes. "Michael, just stop talking for once.let me finish." "I was just making a suggestion." He shrugged. Maria continued. "We separated from the others for a reason: to keep out of danger and protect our lives. Max sent Zan away so that he wouldn't have to ever get mixed up in any of this alien crap, ever. But because I love you too much.so much that hell, I would even die for you.I will go along with whatever you decide to do even if that means breaking the law." She sighed, let go of his surprised face and slowly turned to walk into their silent and darkened house.
Michael had no intention of letting her go yet so he grabbed her hand just before she walked out of his reach and pulled her back into his arms pressing his lips ever so gently over hers. The bright porch light above their heads illuminated their outlines for the whole street to see allowing a passing car of drunken teens to throw numerous dog whistles their way. The pair knew nothing of it as they were to busy immersed in the essence of each other.for all they cared they were the only people in the world at that point in time.
After what seemed like eternity Michael reluctantly released his urgent grip on Maria's shoulders and took her hands. "Thankyou Maria." he said with the most deepest and sincere meaning, "Thankyou." he let go and proceeded towards the Jetta, to get Zan and tell him the news that the following day he was planning on taking him back to Roswell New Mexico. He would use the orbs to attempt to find Max or die trying...