Liz's POV
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"What did youse say?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"I said I saw something strange; in your head... who was that? And why did he look like me?"
"Well, ya see, that's an interestin' question, er questions. And the answer is no less interestin'..."
"Liz..."
"Okay, okay. That was you. Well, sort a you. More like who ya used to be, or who ya will become... Does that make any sense?"
"No, not really. I covered for you Liz, now spill."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did ya lie fer me? tuh Max."
"Well I, I don't know. I knew he would jump to conclusions, and I really want to hear it first. Since it does involve me and all... I trust you, don't you think I deserve the same courtesy?"
"Ya right Michael. That guy's name's Rath, he's the second in command on Antar. A member of the royal foh' and yoah duplicate."
"What? I'm so confused."
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Michael's POV
"What do you know about your past? Your heritage?"
"Just that I'm an alien, like Max, Isabel and Tess..."
"Nah, youse not JUST aliens. Youse the aliens. Zan, or Max as he goes by heah, is the King. His wife was Ava, the queen. Zan's sister, Vilandra was a princess who was betrothed tuh the General of the Antarian army. You."
"Me?"
"Not you, you. But yer past self you."
"Alright, so I was someone important on my planet. What else?"
"Well, see there was this huge battle going on between Antar, the head planet, and Kivar's planet. Tons of your people were dyin' and there was nuthin' you could do about it. The four of youse died, but were reincarnated heah on Earth, wit some alien DNA, wit the hopes of savin' yer people."
"Damn, that sucks."
"Yeah."
"So how do you know about all this?"
"Well, that's kinda hard tuh explain..."
"You've been doing a good job so far, and this story is difficult to tell."
"Well, when you were sent down to Earth, another batch of youse guys was made. This royal foah' was 75% alien, whereas youse guys are about 50/50. The other group was thought too alien tuh survive on Earth, and they was abandoned in a sewer in NYC. They survived."
"That's awful. I mean I grew up in foster homes, but at least I had a place to stay."
"Yeah. So anyways theyse pods was dropped in the sewers, and they came out like six year olds. They grew up in the sewuhs, and learned how tuh take cayre of themselves."
Liz paused, and it was obvious that the next part of the story was difficult, and personal. I knew not to push so that she would share when she was ready.
"When I was 5 my muthah abandoned me by the subway. I don't remembuh huh or what she looked like 'cause I was so young and all. I wanduhd by the sewuhs and met your duplicates. They took me in, and I've been livin' wit them evah since."
She looked so sad and lost... I really wished I could cheer her up. And it was all my fault for asking so many questions *Stupid Michael!*
"I'm sorry I brought up such painful memories. It's none of my business. I keep pushing, and pushing till I find out what I want to know. I can be a real insensitive jerk sometimes." I muttered.
"No, no Michael. Yuh not. Youse a really nice guy. Ya let me stay wit you, and trusted me when ya had no reason tuh. That's the nicest thing anyone's evah done fuh me."
Woah! She was so grateful. I felt even worse for even entertaining the idea she had ulterior motives or that she was keeping things from me. She grew up in the worst circumstances, even worse than me... but she was a kind, funny, considerate, and thoughtful person. Compared to her I was a complete and total loser. Well that was true when I was compared to just about anybody. But, with her especially. Someone as special as her did not deserve to have all that shit happen to her. I wish I could have taken some of that fear and doubt away. In a little over 24 hours I had learned to care deeply for this girl. I felt a connection, a bond with her I had never shared with anyone. Whether she meant to or not, she became an important part of my life. Normally a thought like that would have scared the hell out of me; but it was nice. Around her I felt peaceful, calm; and the truth is, the thought of her not beinging here was terrifying. I tried picturing the next few moments without her there and... I couldn't. I wanted to give her the same feeling she gave me. I want her to feel safe, protected, maybe even cared for. Only problem is, Michael 'Stonewall' Guerin is not good at showing emotions or expressing feelings.
"Liz, I want to take you on a tour of Roswell. It's not very big so it won't take very long, and it's not very interesting but... it's something to do." Lame I know. But it was the only thing I could think of at the time. I hoped she understood that I was trying to cheer her up, take her mind off painful memories, and show her that none of the stuff she told me changed one thing in my mind.
"Ok." A small answer, but I could tell by the way she said it that she knew what I meant. And that she appreciated it. She even gave me a tiny smile.
Imagine that. Michael Guerin making someone else feel better, helping someone. I wasn't even thinking about myself, just her. It feels nice to help someone else for a change. And it was nice to make her smile. She was very pretty when she smiled, and it was directed towards me. If I had known being nice to other people was this rewarding I would have done it years ago. As it is, I never want her to stop smiling... She's sooo gorgeous.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"What did youse say?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"I said I saw something strange; in your head... who was that? And why did he look like me?"
"Well, ya see, that's an interestin' question, er questions. And the answer is no less interestin'..."
"Liz..."
"Okay, okay. That was you. Well, sort a you. More like who ya used to be, or who ya will become... Does that make any sense?"
"No, not really. I covered for you Liz, now spill."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did ya lie fer me? tuh Max."
"Well I, I don't know. I knew he would jump to conclusions, and I really want to hear it first. Since it does involve me and all... I trust you, don't you think I deserve the same courtesy?"
"Ya right Michael. That guy's name's Rath, he's the second in command on Antar. A member of the royal foh' and yoah duplicate."
"What? I'm so confused."
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Michael's POV
"What do you know about your past? Your heritage?"
"Just that I'm an alien, like Max, Isabel and Tess..."
"Nah, youse not JUST aliens. Youse the aliens. Zan, or Max as he goes by heah, is the King. His wife was Ava, the queen. Zan's sister, Vilandra was a princess who was betrothed tuh the General of the Antarian army. You."
"Me?"
"Not you, you. But yer past self you."
"Alright, so I was someone important on my planet. What else?"
"Well, see there was this huge battle going on between Antar, the head planet, and Kivar's planet. Tons of your people were dyin' and there was nuthin' you could do about it. The four of youse died, but were reincarnated heah on Earth, wit some alien DNA, wit the hopes of savin' yer people."
"Damn, that sucks."
"Yeah."
"So how do you know about all this?"
"Well, that's kinda hard tuh explain..."
"You've been doing a good job so far, and this story is difficult to tell."
"Well, when you were sent down to Earth, another batch of youse guys was made. This royal foah' was 75% alien, whereas youse guys are about 50/50. The other group was thought too alien tuh survive on Earth, and they was abandoned in a sewer in NYC. They survived."
"That's awful. I mean I grew up in foster homes, but at least I had a place to stay."
"Yeah. So anyways theyse pods was dropped in the sewers, and they came out like six year olds. They grew up in the sewuhs, and learned how tuh take cayre of themselves."
Liz paused, and it was obvious that the next part of the story was difficult, and personal. I knew not to push so that she would share when she was ready.
"When I was 5 my muthah abandoned me by the subway. I don't remembuh huh or what she looked like 'cause I was so young and all. I wanduhd by the sewuhs and met your duplicates. They took me in, and I've been livin' wit them evah since."
She looked so sad and lost... I really wished I could cheer her up. And it was all my fault for asking so many questions *Stupid Michael!*
"I'm sorry I brought up such painful memories. It's none of my business. I keep pushing, and pushing till I find out what I want to know. I can be a real insensitive jerk sometimes." I muttered.
"No, no Michael. Yuh not. Youse a really nice guy. Ya let me stay wit you, and trusted me when ya had no reason tuh. That's the nicest thing anyone's evah done fuh me."
Woah! She was so grateful. I felt even worse for even entertaining the idea she had ulterior motives or that she was keeping things from me. She grew up in the worst circumstances, even worse than me... but she was a kind, funny, considerate, and thoughtful person. Compared to her I was a complete and total loser. Well that was true when I was compared to just about anybody. But, with her especially. Someone as special as her did not deserve to have all that shit happen to her. I wish I could have taken some of that fear and doubt away. In a little over 24 hours I had learned to care deeply for this girl. I felt a connection, a bond with her I had never shared with anyone. Whether she meant to or not, she became an important part of my life. Normally a thought like that would have scared the hell out of me; but it was nice. Around her I felt peaceful, calm; and the truth is, the thought of her not beinging here was terrifying. I tried picturing the next few moments without her there and... I couldn't. I wanted to give her the same feeling she gave me. I want her to feel safe, protected, maybe even cared for. Only problem is, Michael 'Stonewall' Guerin is not good at showing emotions or expressing feelings.
"Liz, I want to take you on a tour of Roswell. It's not very big so it won't take very long, and it's not very interesting but... it's something to do." Lame I know. But it was the only thing I could think of at the time. I hoped she understood that I was trying to cheer her up, take her mind off painful memories, and show her that none of the stuff she told me changed one thing in my mind.
"Ok." A small answer, but I could tell by the way she said it that she knew what I meant. And that she appreciated it. She even gave me a tiny smile.
Imagine that. Michael Guerin making someone else feel better, helping someone. I wasn't even thinking about myself, just her. It feels nice to help someone else for a change. And it was nice to make her smile. She was very pretty when she smiled, and it was directed towards me. If I had known being nice to other people was this rewarding I would have done it years ago. As it is, I never want her to stop smiling... She's sooo gorgeous.