To Young & To Late
Disclaimer: The show and characters are not mine. Summary: The regrets after the deaths of the our favorite Roswellians Rating: I can't imagine.. it being more than PG Author: MB Genre: AU
Chapter 1: Looking Around Liz POV
If someone had told me five years back that I would be in the situation that I am in now. I would have thought they were nuts. But here I am, sure enough, five years later, and I am about to die. Its funny that the idea of dying to me, comes with out any sorrow or fear. In fact, a small part of me is relieved. I think I am relieved, knowing that I wont have to live a life of fear.. of running. I mean here we are, the six of us, surrounded by the Skins. An enemy that we thought we had taken care of years ago. But here they are, and they're twice as strong. I look around to see there faces. The faces of my family this one last time. In this moment which in reality is so short, a matter of seconds, but when your about to die and second seems a life time, and reality no longer seems to exist. I look to see Maria's face. She looks so strong, stronger then I have ever seen her. Her hand is tightly gripped around Michael's. And her outfit, like all of ours, is old and worn out. Her face rest on Michael's shoulder, but for a moment her eyes meet mine. And there I stand looking directly into my best friends eyes, and I remember. I remember all the dreams we used to talk about. About being someone famous, about making something of our lives. And in some ways our dreams didn't happen. And as Maria and face each other. It was if we were saying good bye to those dreams, that we used to have. And then for a moment I thought she smiled at me. But it was gone to fast for me to notice. And her eyes went back on to Michael. Now, Michael he looked defensive. Just as he was born to look and to act. He was yelling to Max, about what to do. But I cant hear his voice, I see his grip around Maria's hand tightens. And I see that he wont look back at her. Because he feels as if he has failed her. His eye show fear, not for his death but for hers. For all of ours. I see Michael look around, trying to come up with a way out, and I see his eyes loose hope. Until he accidentally catches his eyes with Maria's. And he cant find the strength to look away now that he's seen her. And for the first time, I saw Michael cry. He did not weep, or pout, nor did he cry hysterically or uncontrollably. But a tear feel down his face, and Maria wiped it away. And the two of them just stood there looking at each other. Looking for a comfort. Then standing near Michael was Isabel. The once proud and beautiful high school student, then she became the proud a sophisticated women. But here she stands. Her clothes are far from perfection, her hair not placed perfectly but rather wispy and dull. Her eyes look like stone. She looks ready for this. Ready for death. Because a part of Isabel has always been dying. A part that only a very few could reach, and could save. But here in this moment, she looks ready to fight till her death. She looks ready to hold her ground. She looks nothing like a princess, but instead she looks rather human. She glances over all of us. Locking eyes with us all, because we were her family. She did not look at any of our eyes long enough for me to understand what she was thinking. But long enough to say her goodbye. To send her love. After looking at us, I heard her say on thing, and for some reason, she didn't sound mute like Michael. She simply said "This is what we lived for.". And in some many ways she was right. This is what we all had lived for. Even if we didn't realize it. And after the completion of that sentence, her eyes turned to stone again. And there next to her, was Kyle. Iz, and Kyle, were never anything beyond friends. But the two of them became each others rocks, who they trusted and went to in times of trouble. Kyle, with every year passing looked more and more like his Father. He held the same honor as his father did. Even now, as he faced what would be his last moments on earth, he held his head high. His eyes matched those of our enemies.. he would not give them the victory of showing any fear. I look at him, and I know that he would take a bullet or blast ,or what ever it is that the skins will kill us by, for any of us. Kyle was just a powerful as any of the "Czechs". Even though he had no special powers. Kyle was ready to attack. He was ready to kill as many skins as he could before he died. Then there was Max. Max, my husband, my soul mate, my friend, there he is next to me. As he has always been. His hand is locked into mine, and he looks down at me, as I looked at every one else. I finally look to at his. His eyes are full of some much, love, protection, fear, and guilt. His face, looks so old, as in the few moments I took looking at everyone, he looked as if he had aged. I lock eyes with him, and I lean my self up towards his ear and whisper "no regrets". And when I pulled away, I feel Max push me toward the ground. There he lays covering me for the blasts. I kiss him, what I knew would be our last kiss. The blasts hit us both hard. But I don't feel them any more. I lay here on the ground. My hand still grips Max's. But I feel cold. And as I look at him, I see his tear stroked face, he grips my hand harder. I can hear his voice... but I cant make out what he is saying. Just the sound feels warm, but I can hardly feel any more. And I look at him one last moment, and then....
Disclaimer: The show and characters are not mine. Summary: The regrets after the deaths of the our favorite Roswellians Rating: I can't imagine.. it being more than PG Author: MB Genre: AU
Chapter 1: Looking Around Liz POV
If someone had told me five years back that I would be in the situation that I am in now. I would have thought they were nuts. But here I am, sure enough, five years later, and I am about to die. Its funny that the idea of dying to me, comes with out any sorrow or fear. In fact, a small part of me is relieved. I think I am relieved, knowing that I wont have to live a life of fear.. of running. I mean here we are, the six of us, surrounded by the Skins. An enemy that we thought we had taken care of years ago. But here they are, and they're twice as strong. I look around to see there faces. The faces of my family this one last time. In this moment which in reality is so short, a matter of seconds, but when your about to die and second seems a life time, and reality no longer seems to exist. I look to see Maria's face. She looks so strong, stronger then I have ever seen her. Her hand is tightly gripped around Michael's. And her outfit, like all of ours, is old and worn out. Her face rest on Michael's shoulder, but for a moment her eyes meet mine. And there I stand looking directly into my best friends eyes, and I remember. I remember all the dreams we used to talk about. About being someone famous, about making something of our lives. And in some ways our dreams didn't happen. And as Maria and face each other. It was if we were saying good bye to those dreams, that we used to have. And then for a moment I thought she smiled at me. But it was gone to fast for me to notice. And her eyes went back on to Michael. Now, Michael he looked defensive. Just as he was born to look and to act. He was yelling to Max, about what to do. But I cant hear his voice, I see his grip around Maria's hand tightens. And I see that he wont look back at her. Because he feels as if he has failed her. His eye show fear, not for his death but for hers. For all of ours. I see Michael look around, trying to come up with a way out, and I see his eyes loose hope. Until he accidentally catches his eyes with Maria's. And he cant find the strength to look away now that he's seen her. And for the first time, I saw Michael cry. He did not weep, or pout, nor did he cry hysterically or uncontrollably. But a tear feel down his face, and Maria wiped it away. And the two of them just stood there looking at each other. Looking for a comfort. Then standing near Michael was Isabel. The once proud and beautiful high school student, then she became the proud a sophisticated women. But here she stands. Her clothes are far from perfection, her hair not placed perfectly but rather wispy and dull. Her eyes look like stone. She looks ready for this. Ready for death. Because a part of Isabel has always been dying. A part that only a very few could reach, and could save. But here in this moment, she looks ready to fight till her death. She looks ready to hold her ground. She looks nothing like a princess, but instead she looks rather human. She glances over all of us. Locking eyes with us all, because we were her family. She did not look at any of our eyes long enough for me to understand what she was thinking. But long enough to say her goodbye. To send her love. After looking at us, I heard her say on thing, and for some reason, she didn't sound mute like Michael. She simply said "This is what we lived for.". And in some many ways she was right. This is what we all had lived for. Even if we didn't realize it. And after the completion of that sentence, her eyes turned to stone again. And there next to her, was Kyle. Iz, and Kyle, were never anything beyond friends. But the two of them became each others rocks, who they trusted and went to in times of trouble. Kyle, with every year passing looked more and more like his Father. He held the same honor as his father did. Even now, as he faced what would be his last moments on earth, he held his head high. His eyes matched those of our enemies.. he would not give them the victory of showing any fear. I look at him, and I know that he would take a bullet or blast ,or what ever it is that the skins will kill us by, for any of us. Kyle was just a powerful as any of the "Czechs". Even though he had no special powers. Kyle was ready to attack. He was ready to kill as many skins as he could before he died. Then there was Max. Max, my husband, my soul mate, my friend, there he is next to me. As he has always been. His hand is locked into mine, and he looks down at me, as I looked at every one else. I finally look to at his. His eyes are full of some much, love, protection, fear, and guilt. His face, looks so old, as in the few moments I took looking at everyone, he looked as if he had aged. I lock eyes with him, and I lean my self up towards his ear and whisper "no regrets". And when I pulled away, I feel Max push me toward the ground. There he lays covering me for the blasts. I kiss him, what I knew would be our last kiss. The blasts hit us both hard. But I don't feel them any more. I lay here on the ground. My hand still grips Max's. But I feel cold. And as I look at him, I see his tear stroked face, he grips my hand harder. I can hear his voice... but I cant make out what he is saying. Just the sound feels warm, but I can hardly feel any more. And I look at him one last moment, and then....