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.
Chapter Sixty – Seven Just a Dream
"Liz, Liz, wake up, Sweetie. It's just a dream." Liz heard her mother's voice through a fog.
"Liz, come on wake up," Nancy said, gently shaking Liz's shoulder.
"Mom?" Liz cried, sitting up in the bed. "Michael and Isabelle. I have to warn them, I have to let them know!"
"Michael and Isabelle, what?" asked Nancy. "Liz, honey, everything's fine. You had a dream, a bad one, but it was just a dream."
"Oh, God, Mom, it was horrible. I saw Michael and Isabelle, and they were dead."
"Liz, calm down. Isabelle and Michael are in school, where they belong. Well, I'm sure Isabelle is anyhow," amended Nancy. "You never can tell with Michael."
Liz forced herself to take a deep breath and relax. "You're right mom, it was a dream. It just seemed really vivid, that's all."
"You seem much cooler," said Nancy, pressing her hand against Liz's forehead. "How are you feeling?"
Liz sat for a minute and waited for the terrible nausea of earlier in the day to return, but her stomach remained calm. "Actually, I'm feeling much better," Liz admitted. "See, I knew it must have been a 24 hour thing."
"Do you want me to bring you some soup?" Nancy asked. Liz looked over at the clock on her nightstand, and saw that it read 12:30.
"No, I'll come down and get some," she said. "I'm really feeling much better. Let me get changed, and I'll be right down."
"Are you sure, Liz? Because I don't mind bringing it up to you."
"No, really, Mom, I'm fine. Just give me a few minutes to clean up, and I'll be right down."
"Oh to have the recuperative powers of the young," laughed Nancy as she left Liz's bedroom.
As soon as her mother left Liz reached for the phone and dialed Isabelle's cell. The phone rang, and rang, then went to voice mail.
"Damn," said Liz. "Isabelle, it's me. Listen, I can't go into details, because I don't have any, but watch your back today." She disconnected the call, and tried Maria's cell phone. After three rings, Maria answered.
"Maria, it's me, have you seen Michael?"
"No, I haven't seen Michael, mostly because Max has him guarding you. What happened to you today?"
"Max has him guarding me? What are you talking about? Michael's not here."
"Look Liz, I don't know anything. Max came and told us you were really sick, and then he told Michael to watch over you. That's the last time I saw him, and that's all I know," said Maria.
"What about Isabelle? Have you seen Isabelle?" questioned Liz.
"Liz, what is your problem today?" snapped Maria. "Isabelle is right here, eating her lunch. Do you want to talk to her?"
"No, no, that's fine," said Liz. "I- I just, never mind. I'll see you later." Liz ended the call, and went to her window to look outside. She couldn't see Michael anywhere, and she was concerned. She knew if he were anywhere in the vicinity, he would have come running when she screamed earlier.
Feeling slightly panicked, Liz quickly changed clothes and went downstairs to join her mother. She made short work of a bowl of soup, and some crackers, to appease her mother.
"Mom, would it be okay if I just went for a short walk?" asked Liz. "I mean, I know I came home sick and everything, but I just can't seem to get those images from my dream out of my head. I was hoping maybe some fresh air would help."
"You know what, Liz, that may be a good idea, but do me a favor," said her mother. "Bring your cell with you. If you start feeling unwell again, just call, and your Dad or I will come and get you."
"Thanks, Mom," said Liz. She checked to make sure she had her cell phone with her, and walked out of the CrashDown. She looked around, trying to see if she could see anything suspicious, and then walked to the back of the building, to look for Michael.
"Michael, Michael, are you here?" she whispered. She looked around, and waited, but got no response. "Something's not right," she said to the empty alley. She started to walk away, but paused when she heard a noise. "Michael?" she called.
"Liz," she heard a voice groan. She ran down the alley towards the voice. "Where are you?"
"Liz? Help me," the voice called. "Liz, they're killing me! Help!" Panicked, Liz searched everywhere for the voice.
"Where are you?" cried Liz. "I can't find you, please keep calling." Liz ran up and down the alley, trying to locate the voice.
"Liz, I need you. Liz, help me," the disembodied voice called out.
"I can't find you," Liz cried, the tears streaming down her face. "I'm trying. Please keep calling."
"Liz. Liz. Liz Parker, are you alright?"
"What?" whispered Liz.
"Liz, are you alright?" said Jim Valenti.
"Sheriff, thank God. You've got to help me find him." Liz cried, her voice filled with panic. "He's been calling out to me, but I can't find him. He's in danger, I know he is."
"Liz, who is it; who is in danger?" shouted Jim. "There's no one here. The alley is deserted."
"Oh, God, it was so real," said Liz. "Just like before."
"What was just like before?" asked the Sheriff. "Liz you are staring to scare me. Who's in danger?"
Liz leaned against the side of the CrashDown, and slid down so that she was seated on the pavement. She hung her head between her knees and began to sob.
"I think I'm going insane," she cried. "First I saw Rath and Lonnie dead, but they changed into Michael and Isabelle. Then Maria told me that Michael was here guarding me, but I can't find him anywhere, and now I'm hearing voices, begging me for help."
"Okay," said the Sheriff. "Let's take this one step at a time. Where did you see Rath and Lonnie?"
"I don't know. I came home sick today, and I was sleeping, and I had this dream, but it wasn't a dream," said Liz.
"Like a vision," said the Sheriff.
"Yeah, I guess, anyhow, I saw Rath and Lonnie on the ground in a pool of blood. I looked up, and Max and Tess were there, laughing. When I looked back at down at Rath and Lonnie, they had changed to Michael and Isabelle."
"So then you spoke to Maria," prompted Jim.
"Yeah, and she said Max had sent Michael to guard me, but that can't be, because when I saw him and Isabelle dead, I screamed. Sheriff, I know if Michael were anywhere around, and he heard me scream like that, he would have come running."
"You're right, Liz. Why did Max have Michael guarding you, anyhow?"
"I don't know. Maria wasn't sure why. But I was feeling better, and I convinced my mother to let me come for a walk. I thought I could find Michael, and he could help me figure out what's going on. But when I got down here, he wasn't anywhere, and I kept hearing these voices, begging me for help."
"Liz, when I saw you down here, I must have called your name at least ten times, and you never heard me. It was like you were in a trance," said the Sheriff. "You were really starting to worry me."
"I don't know what to do," admitted Liz. "I'm scared."
"The first thing we are going to do, is get you inside," said the Sheriff. "And get you a cold drink. Then we'll sit down and figure this thing out."
The Sheriff put his hand on Liz's shoulder and began to lead her towards the CrashDown. Once inside, he sat her down at a booth, and went to the counter and ordered them a couple of drinks.
"Hey, Nancy, I bumped into Liz outside. I know she came home from school early today, but she and I got to talking, and she came up with some great ideas for a surprise party for Kyle. Do you mind if she and I run out to the house and go over some things?"
"Um, Jim, wasn't Kyle's birthday a week or so ago?"
"Yeah, that's what makes it such a great surprise. He won't suspect a thing."
"Liz, are you feeling up to it?" Nancy asked from across the relatively empty café.
"Yeah, Mom. I'm actually feeling pretty great," said Liz. "That walk did wonders for me."
"Okay, Sweetie, you go ahead, but take it easy, and if you start to not feel well," she paused.
"I'll bring her right home, Nancy, I promise," said Jim with a laugh. "Even though they don't come with instructions, Kyle has managed to survive, you know."
"I'm sorry, Jim," laughed Nancy. "I'm just a big worrywart."
"I understand," Jim said softly. "She's you're baby." He picked up the two drinks and smiled across the café at Liz. "Are you ready, Ms. Party Planner?"
"Yeah, and thanks Mom. I shouldn't be too late." She stood up from the booth and met the sheriff in the middle of the floor, and the two walked out into the hot Roswell sun.
"You do realize you are going to have to throw a party after this," Liz said with a small chuckle.
"Yeah, I know," said Jim. "I guess we can make it a combination birthday party, wedding reception baby shower," he added with a pointed look at Liz.
"Oh, Kyle told you?" she asked. "Yeah, and when this is all over, all of you have some explaining to do. Now come on. Let's go track down Michael and Isabelle.
Chapter Sixty – Seven Just a Dream
"Liz, Liz, wake up, Sweetie. It's just a dream." Liz heard her mother's voice through a fog.
"Liz, come on wake up," Nancy said, gently shaking Liz's shoulder.
"Mom?" Liz cried, sitting up in the bed. "Michael and Isabelle. I have to warn them, I have to let them know!"
"Michael and Isabelle, what?" asked Nancy. "Liz, honey, everything's fine. You had a dream, a bad one, but it was just a dream."
"Oh, God, Mom, it was horrible. I saw Michael and Isabelle, and they were dead."
"Liz, calm down. Isabelle and Michael are in school, where they belong. Well, I'm sure Isabelle is anyhow," amended Nancy. "You never can tell with Michael."
Liz forced herself to take a deep breath and relax. "You're right mom, it was a dream. It just seemed really vivid, that's all."
"You seem much cooler," said Nancy, pressing her hand against Liz's forehead. "How are you feeling?"
Liz sat for a minute and waited for the terrible nausea of earlier in the day to return, but her stomach remained calm. "Actually, I'm feeling much better," Liz admitted. "See, I knew it must have been a 24 hour thing."
"Do you want me to bring you some soup?" Nancy asked. Liz looked over at the clock on her nightstand, and saw that it read 12:30.
"No, I'll come down and get some," she said. "I'm really feeling much better. Let me get changed, and I'll be right down."
"Are you sure, Liz? Because I don't mind bringing it up to you."
"No, really, Mom, I'm fine. Just give me a few minutes to clean up, and I'll be right down."
"Oh to have the recuperative powers of the young," laughed Nancy as she left Liz's bedroom.
As soon as her mother left Liz reached for the phone and dialed Isabelle's cell. The phone rang, and rang, then went to voice mail.
"Damn," said Liz. "Isabelle, it's me. Listen, I can't go into details, because I don't have any, but watch your back today." She disconnected the call, and tried Maria's cell phone. After three rings, Maria answered.
"Maria, it's me, have you seen Michael?"
"No, I haven't seen Michael, mostly because Max has him guarding you. What happened to you today?"
"Max has him guarding me? What are you talking about? Michael's not here."
"Look Liz, I don't know anything. Max came and told us you were really sick, and then he told Michael to watch over you. That's the last time I saw him, and that's all I know," said Maria.
"What about Isabelle? Have you seen Isabelle?" questioned Liz.
"Liz, what is your problem today?" snapped Maria. "Isabelle is right here, eating her lunch. Do you want to talk to her?"
"No, no, that's fine," said Liz. "I- I just, never mind. I'll see you later." Liz ended the call, and went to her window to look outside. She couldn't see Michael anywhere, and she was concerned. She knew if he were anywhere in the vicinity, he would have come running when she screamed earlier.
Feeling slightly panicked, Liz quickly changed clothes and went downstairs to join her mother. She made short work of a bowl of soup, and some crackers, to appease her mother.
"Mom, would it be okay if I just went for a short walk?" asked Liz. "I mean, I know I came home sick and everything, but I just can't seem to get those images from my dream out of my head. I was hoping maybe some fresh air would help."
"You know what, Liz, that may be a good idea, but do me a favor," said her mother. "Bring your cell with you. If you start feeling unwell again, just call, and your Dad or I will come and get you."
"Thanks, Mom," said Liz. She checked to make sure she had her cell phone with her, and walked out of the CrashDown. She looked around, trying to see if she could see anything suspicious, and then walked to the back of the building, to look for Michael.
"Michael, Michael, are you here?" she whispered. She looked around, and waited, but got no response. "Something's not right," she said to the empty alley. She started to walk away, but paused when she heard a noise. "Michael?" she called.
"Liz," she heard a voice groan. She ran down the alley towards the voice. "Where are you?"
"Liz? Help me," the voice called. "Liz, they're killing me! Help!" Panicked, Liz searched everywhere for the voice.
"Where are you?" cried Liz. "I can't find you, please keep calling." Liz ran up and down the alley, trying to locate the voice.
"Liz, I need you. Liz, help me," the disembodied voice called out.
"I can't find you," Liz cried, the tears streaming down her face. "I'm trying. Please keep calling."
"Liz. Liz. Liz Parker, are you alright?"
"What?" whispered Liz.
"Liz, are you alright?" said Jim Valenti.
"Sheriff, thank God. You've got to help me find him." Liz cried, her voice filled with panic. "He's been calling out to me, but I can't find him. He's in danger, I know he is."
"Liz, who is it; who is in danger?" shouted Jim. "There's no one here. The alley is deserted."
"Oh, God, it was so real," said Liz. "Just like before."
"What was just like before?" asked the Sheriff. "Liz you are staring to scare me. Who's in danger?"
Liz leaned against the side of the CrashDown, and slid down so that she was seated on the pavement. She hung her head between her knees and began to sob.
"I think I'm going insane," she cried. "First I saw Rath and Lonnie dead, but they changed into Michael and Isabelle. Then Maria told me that Michael was here guarding me, but I can't find him anywhere, and now I'm hearing voices, begging me for help."
"Okay," said the Sheriff. "Let's take this one step at a time. Where did you see Rath and Lonnie?"
"I don't know. I came home sick today, and I was sleeping, and I had this dream, but it wasn't a dream," said Liz.
"Like a vision," said the Sheriff.
"Yeah, I guess, anyhow, I saw Rath and Lonnie on the ground in a pool of blood. I looked up, and Max and Tess were there, laughing. When I looked back at down at Rath and Lonnie, they had changed to Michael and Isabelle."
"So then you spoke to Maria," prompted Jim.
"Yeah, and she said Max had sent Michael to guard me, but that can't be, because when I saw him and Isabelle dead, I screamed. Sheriff, I know if Michael were anywhere around, and he heard me scream like that, he would have come running."
"You're right, Liz. Why did Max have Michael guarding you, anyhow?"
"I don't know. Maria wasn't sure why. But I was feeling better, and I convinced my mother to let me come for a walk. I thought I could find Michael, and he could help me figure out what's going on. But when I got down here, he wasn't anywhere, and I kept hearing these voices, begging me for help."
"Liz, when I saw you down here, I must have called your name at least ten times, and you never heard me. It was like you were in a trance," said the Sheriff. "You were really starting to worry me."
"I don't know what to do," admitted Liz. "I'm scared."
"The first thing we are going to do, is get you inside," said the Sheriff. "And get you a cold drink. Then we'll sit down and figure this thing out."
The Sheriff put his hand on Liz's shoulder and began to lead her towards the CrashDown. Once inside, he sat her down at a booth, and went to the counter and ordered them a couple of drinks.
"Hey, Nancy, I bumped into Liz outside. I know she came home from school early today, but she and I got to talking, and she came up with some great ideas for a surprise party for Kyle. Do you mind if she and I run out to the house and go over some things?"
"Um, Jim, wasn't Kyle's birthday a week or so ago?"
"Yeah, that's what makes it such a great surprise. He won't suspect a thing."
"Liz, are you feeling up to it?" Nancy asked from across the relatively empty café.
"Yeah, Mom. I'm actually feeling pretty great," said Liz. "That walk did wonders for me."
"Okay, Sweetie, you go ahead, but take it easy, and if you start to not feel well," she paused.
"I'll bring her right home, Nancy, I promise," said Jim with a laugh. "Even though they don't come with instructions, Kyle has managed to survive, you know."
"I'm sorry, Jim," laughed Nancy. "I'm just a big worrywart."
"I understand," Jim said softly. "She's you're baby." He picked up the two drinks and smiled across the café at Liz. "Are you ready, Ms. Party Planner?"
"Yeah, and thanks Mom. I shouldn't be too late." She stood up from the booth and met the sheriff in the middle of the floor, and the two walked out into the hot Roswell sun.
"You do realize you are going to have to throw a party after this," Liz said with a small chuckle.
"Yeah, I know," said Jim. "I guess we can make it a combination birthday party, wedding reception baby shower," he added with a pointed look at Liz.
"Oh, Kyle told you?" she asked. "Yeah, and when this is all over, all of you have some explaining to do. Now come on. Let's go track down Michael and Isabelle.