Disclaimer: You know the drill…the characters aren't mine. A lot of stuff in the beginning is taken from End of the World. God knows THAT'S not mine. Anything that makes sense and makes it all better, now that's mine. Seriously, Roswell and all characters belong to Jason Katims, 20th Century Fox etc. I'm just borrowing them.

Rating: PG-13 – possibly to R

Chapter Sixty-Three  Cry Your Name

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Alex?" Jim Valenti asked.

"No, but we don't have a choice, do we?" asked Alex.

"I wish you kids had come to me with this plan earlier.  We may have found another way."

"There is no other way, Sheriff," said Alex.  "We've looked at this from every angle, and this is the only option available to us.  Tess was going to kill us anyhow, we're just going to speed things along."

"I just can't believe that she, she just seems so harmless," Jim said.

"She's the type of alien Grandpa was chasing all along," said Kyle, entering the conversation for the first time.  "It was so hard at first to look at Ava, and not see Tess, not think of Tess, but now, when I look at Ava, I don't see any resemblance to Tess at all.  Ava's inner beauty shines through, and when I look at Tess, all I see is the hate and the anger."

Jim rubbed his son's shoulder, and then looked around.  "Explain to me again, why we're meeting out here, at the quarry?"

"Tess is using some sort of alien device to amplify her powers, and, knowing her, she's probably bugging the house as well.  "We're safer out here," explained Kyle.

"I can't believe the lengths she has gone to," said Jim.

"Believe it," said Alex.  "That chic is evil personified.  Look, I'm going to go to my car and call Isabelle and let her know everything is set in motion."

Alex walked across the dirt road and climbed into his car and pulled out a cell phone.  Jim and Kyle watched silently for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Dad, there are a couple of things I need to tell you," said Kyle.  "If anything happens to me, I want you to promise to take care of Ava."

"Nothing's going to happen to you, Son," said Jim, his voice choked with emotion.

"Dad, I want you to promise me," Kyle said, in a resolved voice.

"I promise, Kyle, I promise," said Jim.  "What else?"

"In my locker at school is a key to safety deposit box.  I forged your signature on the forms, so that you would have access to it.  If anything happens to me, get the box, and take what's inside, and take Ava, and get the hell out of Roswell."

"Kyle, you're really starting to worry me," said Jim.  "What's in the box?"

"A cashier's check for a million dollars," said Kyle.  "It's from the money I won in Vegas.  We all did it.  We won a little bit here, and a little bit there, at every casino we could hit.  We figured we may need the money at some point in our lives if we ever had to run."

"God, Kyle, I don't know what to say," said Jim, rubbing his face with his hand.

"There's more, Dad.  My marriage license to Ava is in here too."

"WHAT! shouted Jim Valenti.  "You're WHAT?"

"Marriage license, Dad.  Look, don't freak out too much.  What I'm going to tell you sounds really weird, and part of it isn't even my story to tell, but I think the others will understand."

"Kyle, what the hell are you rambling about?" asked Jim.  "I want to hear about your marriage."

"Dad, shut up, for a second, and I'll explain.  It's complicated, and it's going to take a while, and we don't have a lot of time."

Kyle explained to his father about the Granolith, and Che'koth, and how the Granolith sensed the fact that they were soul mates, and how they were married according to Antarian tradition.

"And the thing is, Dad, it's right, and we all know it.  None of us could ever imagine spending our lives with anybody else."

"Kyle, do you understand what you are saying?" Jim demanded.  "You are just a kid, and you're sitting here, telling me that you're married.  You should be going to parties, and getting drunk, for Christ sake!"

"You're right, Dad, and I shouldn't have to be saving myself and my friends from evil aliens, but I am, should I stop that, too?"

"Damn it, Kyle, I don't know.  I just don't know anything anymore."

"There's more, Dad, and maybe you better calm down a bit before I tell you this."

"Oh, God, Ava's pregnant?"

"No, not Ava, but Liz is, and Dad, we have to protect her as much as possible too."

"My God, Kyle, is there anything else?"

"Let's see, money, married, Liz pregnant," no, I think that's it.  Oh wait, did I mention that Che'koth is here on Earth posing as a limo driver named Charles?"

"No, you forgot to mention that fact," Jim said, sarcastically.  "Jesus, Kyle, I don't know how much more of this I can take."

"Dad, I'm sorry to spring all this on you at once, but I had no choice.  You needed to know all of this stuff."

"You're right, and I'm sorry I went off the deep end," said Jim.  "I'll save that for later after this mess is all over, then, you and I, and your wife are going to sit down and have a long, long talk.  Is that clear?"

"Come on, Dad.  Alex is waiting for us.  It's time to go and kill one of my best friends," said Kyle.

At the CrashDown

The sound of dishes crashing to the floor, echoed in the wake of Maria's screams.  Jim Valenti walked in to the restaurant from the back, his hat in his hand.

"There's been an accident," he said, his face white.  "A car, it swerved into the path of an oncoming semi.  There was nothing the driver of the truck could do.  The driver of the car, it, it was Alex."

"No!" cried Isabelle.  "You're wrong.  You made a mistake, Sheriff," she insisted.

"No, I didn't, I'm sorry Isabelle.  There was no mistake," Jim said, gently."  He turned to look at Max.  "Can you,?" he left the rest of the question unanswered.

Max didn't answer, he just nodded, and looked at Liz, his eyes filled with anguish.  Liz turned from him, her eyes dark with pain, and went to stand with Michael and Maria.

"Let's go," Max said.

The Coroners Office

"I know what's going to happen," said Isabelle, her voice thick with tears.  "Max is in there, and he's going to put his hand on Alex's chest, and there is going to be a bright light.  Then, Alex will sit up, and Max will hug him, and the two of them will climb out of the truck.  We'll have to come up with some kind of story to explain it, but we'll figure something out."

They watched expectantly as they waited for Max and Alex to exit the van, but nothing happened.  After several minutes, Max climbed out of the van, alone, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I couldn't do it," he said.  "I tried, but it didn't work.  Alex is dead."

Michael wrapped his arms around both Maria and Isabelle, and held them close as they cried.  Jim Valenti pulled his Kyle to him and held him as if he were afraid that he to would die.  Max stood next to Tess, and watched as Liz ran into the darkness.

"Go to her, Max," said Tess.  "She needs you right now."

Max ran into the dark night, after Liz.

"Liz, wait!" he called.  "Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" she shouted.  "Are you kidding, one of my best friends is dead.  How can you ask such a stupid question?"  She looked past Max into the night.  "Can she hear us?" she whispered.

"Probably," he whispered as he hugged her.  "Don't worry, everything's going according to plan."

"Alex is okay?" she asked.

"Alex is fine, there isn't a scratch on him.  Che'koth helped him rig the whole accident.  He's having a great time pretending to be the truck driver that hit the car."

"I hope this works," Liz said. 

"It will," said Max. "It has to."