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 – Eight - Enough

Jim drove to West Roswell High, and parked his vehicle. "You wait here," he said. "I'm going to go get Kyle." He climbed out of the car, and ran inside, and Liz closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against the headrest of the car. Within several minutes, Jim and Kyle were back.

"Hey Liz," said Kyle. "Thanks."

"Thanks for what, Kyle," she answered.

"For whatever it is that happened that got me out of Spanish. We were about to have a vocabulary exam."

"Spanish!" cried Liz, sitting up straight in her seat. "Was Michael there?"

"No, in fact, he's been acting kind of weird today. I saw him in the hall earlier, and he just blew me off completely."

"How about Isabelle, how was she acting?"

"I didn't see her at all today either, which was kind of peculiar."

"Why is that peculiar?" asked Liz.

"Well, normally, it wouldn't be, but she was going to bring Ava to school today as a 'guest', but she never picked her up, " explained Kyle.

"Do you know where she is now, Son?" asked Jim as he started the truck.

"Yeah, I talked to her on her cell not too long ago, and she was hanging out over at Michael's.

"Okay, we'll swing by his apartment and pick her up. Damn, I wish there was some way I could get in touch with Max, Alex and Maria," said Jim.

"Maybe there is," said Liz. She closed her eyes, and concentrated deeply on both her child and her husband.

Little baby of mine, if there ever was a time I needed to be in touch with your Daddy, it's now. Max, Max, can you hear me? Liz thought to herself

Liz? The voice echoed in her mind.

Max, I think we have a problem. I can't go into it now, but try and find Maria and Alex and meet us at the old soap factory.

"Max is going to try and get the others and meet us at the old soap factory," explained Liz.

"How did you do that? Wait, what did you do?" asked Jim.

"According to Che'koth, the baby will allow us to communicate with each other when there is danger to either us, or the baby."

"The baby can sense a dangerous situation?" the Sheriff asked incredulously.

"No but he can read our emotions and feelings, so if he senses a rush of adrenalin, I guess he opens up the channels of communication," explained Liz.

"Look, can we quit gabbing and go get Ava?" asked Kyle. "I'm really starting to get worried."

"Don't worry, Son. Ava's a smart girl; she can take care of herself. Besides, we're almost there." Jim turned his truck onto Michael's street and pulled up outside of his apartment. Kyle jumped out and ran up the steps and banged on the door.

Liz watched silently from the truck as Kyle banged repeatedly on the door.

"Wait here," said the Sheriff. "I'm going to go see what's wrong." He climbed out of the truck and met Kyle who was walking back towards the truck. Together, the two men walked back towards the apartment and began peering into the windows.

Liz, help us! a voice echoed in Liz's head. We're trapped, Liz. It was a set up.

"Oh, God, Max!" Liz screamed. "Where are you?"

No! No, not Maria. Leave her alone. Maria! the voice in her head screamed. No, not Maria, too," sobbed the voice in her head.

Liz looked around frantically, unaware of the tears streaming down her face. She reached for the door handle, and opened the door, filling the car with the warmth of the Roswell sun. She climbed out of the car, and tried to call out to Kyle and the Sheriff, but when she opened her mouth, nothing happened. Fear coursed through her body, and she tried to run up to the Sheriff and Kyle, but each step was like walking through a pool of molasses.

Liz forced her feet to move, using all her strength with each step. Halfway up the walkway, she looked up, and saw the door to Michael's apartment swing open, and the Sheriff and Kyle walk inside. She waved her arms frantically, and called out to them, but again, she was speechless. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, and a bright flash of light. Liz threw up her hands, instinctively, shielding her eyes. When she lowered them, she realized that Michael's apartment was gone, and all that remained was a heap of burning rubble.

"No!" she screamed, falling to the ground sobbing. "No!"

Over her tears, she became aware of another sound, the sound of laughter. She looked up and saw Isabelle across the street laughing.

"Isabelle," she called weakly. "Isabelle, help."

"They're gone, Liz," Isabelle called from across the street. "They're all gone, and it's you're fault. You could have saved them if you wanted to, but you didn't. You didn't care. All you cared about was your baby. You don't deserve that baby. If you're not careful, the baby will be gone too."

"No!" screamed Liz, her voice echoing down the street. "No!"

"Liz, Liz, sweetie, wake up. Wake up, Liz," a voice whispered softly.

"Mom?"

"Liz, honey, you were having a bad dream," said Nancy. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetie?"

"Um," Liz thought as quick as her sleep-fogged brain would allow. "It was weird. Aliens from outer space attacked. They captured Max, and Maria, and I saw them kill Kyle and his Dad."

"Maybe you shouldn't spend so much time in the café, Sweetie," said Nancy with a laugh. "I don't know why you had that dream, but I do know that Alex, Max, Maria, Kyle and Isabelle are downstairs right now. Michael's on the grill right now, but he asked about you as soon as he got here. They came over as soon as school got out to make sure you were all right. And, they all took turns calling all afternoon, to make sure you were okay."

"Can they come up, Mom?" asked Liz. "I know I'm sick and everything, but I really just need to see them and make sure they're okay."

"Relax, Liz, they're fine, but yes, they can come up. Actually," she added, putting her hand on Liz's forehead. "You feel much cooler, and you look one hundred percent better. It must have been a little bug. How about if I send some food up with your friends? Do you think you could eat something?"

"Um, yeah, that would be great, Mom. I'd love some Saturn Rings, and a burger."

A short time later, there was a knock on Liz's door, and in walked Max, Isabelle, Alex, Maria, Kyle, and Ava, each of them carrying a tray of food."

"Hey," said Liz, feeling a bit foolish at the rush of emotion she felt when she saw them walk through her door.

"You okay, Chica?" asked Maria, plopping down on the bed next to Liz.

"Yes, no, I don't know," Liz said, her voice full of misery.

"Well, that clears everything up for me," said Kyle. "Can I have some fries please?"

"What's the matter, Liz?" Max asked, stroking her hair gently.

"Isabelle," said Liz, ignoring Max's question. "Did you try and dream walk me today for any reason.

"No, why would I do that?" Isabelle asked, reasonably. "And when? I was in school all day."

"Well, after I came home today, I fell asleep, and I had this horrible dream," began Liz. "I saw Isabelle and Michael, and they were lying in a pool of blood, dead. I looked again, and they had changed to Rath and Lonnie, and then they were Isabelle and Michael again."

"And you thought I dream walked you and made you see that?" asked Isabelle, her voice angry.

"No, wait, I'm not done," said Liz. "After I woke up, I was feeling better and I went downstairs to eat, and I bumped into the Sheriff. I told him what was going on, and he took me to get Kyle, and then we went to Michael's apartment to get Ava."

"That's not possible," said Kyle. "Dad's out of town today. He won't be back until late tonight."

"Just let me finish," said Liz. "On our way to Michael's, I contacted Max, and we agreed to all meet at the old soap factory. We got to Michael's, and Kyle went to get Ava, but nobody answered the door. The Sheriff went with him to see if they could find a way into the apartment. While I was waiting in the truck, I heard Max calling me." She turned to Max and looked at him, her eyes expressing the pain she felt at recalling her memories.

"Max, it was terrible, you were screaming, you sounded like you were in so much pain. I couldn't stand it, then all of a sudden you started screaming and crying about Maria, and saying it was too late. I didn't know what to do, so I got out of the car to warn Kyle and his Dad, but when I tried to call out to them, nothing happened. I couldn't speak. Then I tried to run up the walk to warn them, but it was like I was walking through quicksand. Just as I was about to reach them, they went inside the apartment and it blew up."

"Well, it was all just a dream," said Max, reasonably. "Nobody's dead, we're all here, and we're safe."

"I'm not done," said Liz. "Right after the explosion, I saw Isabelle across the street. She told me they were all dead, and it was my fault, and to watch out, because the baby could be next."

"What!" cried Isabelle. "Liz, you have to believe me, I would never do anything like that!"

"You wouldn't," said Maria. "But can you think of anyone who can do it, and once more, would do it?"

"Lonnie," said Ava. "That sounds like just the sick scenario she'd come up with.

"But how did she know Liz would be home, sleeping at that time of day?" asked Maria. "Normally, she'd be in school."

"Oh, my God," Liz said softly. "Tess engineered this whole thing. This morning, when I left you Max, after our 'fight' she purposely bumped into me in the hallway. Do you think she could have somehow done something to make me sick?"

"It's possible," admitted Max. "Her powers are so much more advanced than ours. So, she set you up to get sick, knowing you'd go home and try and sleep it off, and then Lonnie took over. This is not good."

"Not good!" shouted Maria. "It's worse than not good. It's horrible."

"But what about the first part of my dream, where I say Michael and Isabelle, and then it was Lonnie and Rath?" asked Liz.

"I don't know, maybe it was a warning of some sort," said Max. "Something to let you know that Rath and Lonnie were a part of the mix."

"I'm not sure," said Liz. "But I do know this, things have got to change, starting now. We keep saying that, but nobody is doing anything. Well, I'm going to. I'm going to kill that bitch if it's the last thing I do."