See part one for disclaimer and story information.
Part 4
Ten years; it had been ten years since the death of their child. They had been driving home from a vacation, with their then almost Two-year-old daughter asleep in the backseat. It was a dark and rainy night; they didn't see the other car rushing out of nowhere until it was too late. The other car smashed into them, knocking him and his wife unconscious. When they awoke two days later they were told their daughters fate. The small girl had been crushed by the impact of the other car into theirs, the doctors said she died instantly from her injuries. She was buried in a closed casket ceremony two days later. The driver of the car that smashed into them was never found. Max blamed himself for her death, he had wanted to get home, and he had had a meeting with a private detective the next day. If only he had rescheduled the meeting, or left earlier, or even held off till the storm let up, his little girl might still be alive. Now they were coming back to Roswell, they were traveling on the same road that they had had their accident on. His wife was sleeping fitfully on the passenger seat as he drove. There was no indication that anyone had lost their life on this small stretch of road. No indication remained at all that a little girl's life had been cut short.
It wasn't that bad of a place to work. The Parker's were pretty decent people. Neither minded Angel hanging around during his shifts. Mr. Parker had hired him immediately when he asked. If he hadn't been so desperate he might have been worried about the quickness of his hiring, but he needed this job for awhile. It not only would establish their new identities; it would also help hide them from anyone trying to find them. He did regret having to lie to the Parkers, he knew it would have been impossible to get a job if he told everyone his real age. It wasn't too far off, he would turn sixteen in about three months, and his middle name was Matthew. Zan Matthew Harding, or at least that's what his birth certificate said. He tried to stick to the truth as much as possible when making up their new identities. He just hoped no one looked at them too closely, he could only do so much with his powers. It was the only thing that kept them safe, but he still regretted it. In the month since he had started working at the Crashdown, the Parkers had become almost like a family for him and Angel. He had even begun thinking it might be a good place to stay permanently, if they could figure out a way to keep his mother and Khivar from finding them. One thing was for sure, if Khivar or his followers found them they would leave. He would not put them in jeopardy because of him and Angel. Walking over to Angel he smiled and sat beside her, putting down their dinner.
Jeff watched the two children as they began to eat. He had intended to go talk to the sheriff about them before he hired the boy, but after only a week of him working here he changed his mind. It's not that he wasn't still concerned about them. He still hadn't seen anyone resembling a parental figure with them, and they still kept mostly to themselves, but something about when they were together made him think that everything was alright. He did start keeping a better eye on them when they were at the Crashdown. He wondered where they lived. It was the one thing that truly concerned him about them. The address he gave on his application, wasn't real, and the one time he followed them, about one week after Matt started working, he followed them as far as the park before they disappeared from his sight. The more he got to know them the more familiar they seemed. Maybe he would talk with his son-in-law about them when his daughter and son in law returned. Maybe they could figure out what he and Nancy couldn't about why these two children were familiar, why they seemed to belong in the Crashdown, and in Roswell.
Outside the restaurant a dark figure watched the two children in the restaurant from the shadows. Pulling the cell phone from his pocket he dialed the familiar number. "I've found them, sire."
Part 4
Ten years; it had been ten years since the death of their child. They had been driving home from a vacation, with their then almost Two-year-old daughter asleep in the backseat. It was a dark and rainy night; they didn't see the other car rushing out of nowhere until it was too late. The other car smashed into them, knocking him and his wife unconscious. When they awoke two days later they were told their daughters fate. The small girl had been crushed by the impact of the other car into theirs, the doctors said she died instantly from her injuries. She was buried in a closed casket ceremony two days later. The driver of the car that smashed into them was never found. Max blamed himself for her death, he had wanted to get home, and he had had a meeting with a private detective the next day. If only he had rescheduled the meeting, or left earlier, or even held off till the storm let up, his little girl might still be alive. Now they were coming back to Roswell, they were traveling on the same road that they had had their accident on. His wife was sleeping fitfully on the passenger seat as he drove. There was no indication that anyone had lost their life on this small stretch of road. No indication remained at all that a little girl's life had been cut short.
It wasn't that bad of a place to work. The Parker's were pretty decent people. Neither minded Angel hanging around during his shifts. Mr. Parker had hired him immediately when he asked. If he hadn't been so desperate he might have been worried about the quickness of his hiring, but he needed this job for awhile. It not only would establish their new identities; it would also help hide them from anyone trying to find them. He did regret having to lie to the Parkers, he knew it would have been impossible to get a job if he told everyone his real age. It wasn't too far off, he would turn sixteen in about three months, and his middle name was Matthew. Zan Matthew Harding, or at least that's what his birth certificate said. He tried to stick to the truth as much as possible when making up their new identities. He just hoped no one looked at them too closely, he could only do so much with his powers. It was the only thing that kept them safe, but he still regretted it. In the month since he had started working at the Crashdown, the Parkers had become almost like a family for him and Angel. He had even begun thinking it might be a good place to stay permanently, if they could figure out a way to keep his mother and Khivar from finding them. One thing was for sure, if Khivar or his followers found them they would leave. He would not put them in jeopardy because of him and Angel. Walking over to Angel he smiled and sat beside her, putting down their dinner.
Jeff watched the two children as they began to eat. He had intended to go talk to the sheriff about them before he hired the boy, but after only a week of him working here he changed his mind. It's not that he wasn't still concerned about them. He still hadn't seen anyone resembling a parental figure with them, and they still kept mostly to themselves, but something about when they were together made him think that everything was alright. He did start keeping a better eye on them when they were at the Crashdown. He wondered where they lived. It was the one thing that truly concerned him about them. The address he gave on his application, wasn't real, and the one time he followed them, about one week after Matt started working, he followed them as far as the park before they disappeared from his sight. The more he got to know them the more familiar they seemed. Maybe he would talk with his son-in-law about them when his daughter and son in law returned. Maybe they could figure out what he and Nancy couldn't about why these two children were familiar, why they seemed to belong in the Crashdown, and in Roswell.
Outside the restaurant a dark figure watched the two children in the restaurant from the shadows. Pulling the cell phone from his pocket he dialed the familiar number. "I've found them, sire."