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Part 4
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It was five o'clock in the morning on a Monday, and at the moment, Cal was thinking of his nice warm bed he'd rather be in. Instead, however, he was breaking into the apartment of one Mr. Robert Anderson, Zan and Vilandra's (now named Max and Isabel) social worker.
He had spent all night at the social services office, gathering every bit of information they had on Max, Isabel, and the Evans; only to find out that the Evans were officially adopting them that day, leading him here. Oh, well! He thought with a tired sigh, who needs sleep anyway!
The sound of an alarm clock going off, snapped Cal's attention to the bed, were Mr. Anderson lay sleeping in a heap of tangled sheets and limbs. Praying that he was one of those people who slept through the first few minutes of their alarms, Cal crossed the room in a matter of seconds, quickly turned off the offending object. Unfortunately, the alarm had done its job and Mr. Anderson began to stir.
Groggily, the man began to open his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. It was a few seconds before he realized he wasn't alone in the room. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he flew upright. "Who the hell are you?" He demanded, his eyes frantically searching for something to use as a weapon. "And what are you doing in my home?"
Cal put up his arms to show that he meant no harm, "I'm not here to hurt you, Mr. Anderson." He said reassuringly, "I'm just here to give you a well deserved day off."
"What do you mean 'give me a well de-'." His question was suddenly cut short as Cal used his powers to knock him unconscious.
"Sorry, Mr. Anderson," Cal said as the other man's body fell back against the bed. He really didn't like having to use his powers against helpless people. But he had promised to protect the royal four with his life if he had to, and if that meant using his powers for not-so-nice things, then he would do it. Quickly double-checking to make sure that Mr. Anderson was ok; he set about gathering the things he would need for 'Mr. Anderson's' appointment with the Evans.
Everything about the couple had checked out on paper. Philip Evans ran an up and coming law firm, his wife occasionally helping him out. They certainly had the means to support Max and Isabel, and from what he had gathered from other people around Roswell, they were decent people. However, while they might look good on paper and present a pleasant face to the world, Cal had to make sure they were really worthy of becoming parents to the royal two. Their Earth parents would help shape their lives, help make them who they are destined to be, the saviors of Antar. He couldn't just leave that job to anyone, now could he?
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"Now if you'll just sign here, Mr. and Mrs. Evans," Cal stated as he handed over a piece of paper to the couple, indicating were to sign. "Max and Isabel will be yours."
Diane accepted the papers practically glowing with happiness. When Cal first met them this morning in the guise of Mr. Anderson that was the first thing that struck him; how happy it would make them becoming parents. Out of force of habit, he had connected with them as soon as he shook their hands, and the images and feeling he had received had impressed him. Their love for each other, their sadness at not being able to have a child, and the parental instincts kicking in when they first saw Max and Isabel out on the road. What he felt during those brief moments had made his decision: the Evans would become Max and Isabel's parents.
"Here are their papers," Cal said, handing them a manila envelope, "everything known about them is in there." Well, everything they should know. He had intended to tell them about the kids' true origins as soon as everything was finalized, but as he sat there looking at them, something inside him told him not to, that they weren't ready to know.
He would not leave them out in the dark forever; he thought as he led them to the children, he would tell them eventually, just not today. He would talk to Isabel and Max before he let them leave, and make sure that they understood about their powers and when not to use them.
Stopping in front of the room that temporarily had become the children's room while they were here, Cal turned to the Evans. "I'll go see if they are ready."
The Evans gave him a confused look, but agreed none-the-less. "We'll be waiting." Diane said with a smile before Cal disappeared into the room.
"Max?" Cal called as soon as he was in the room, "Isabel?" The two children in question were sitting in the corner of the room, playing a board game, and by the look on Isabel's face, Max seemed to be winning.
Hearing their names called, they looked up, smiles spreading across their faces. The board game forgotten momentarily as they got up to greet him.
Squatting down in front of them, Cal smiled back at them. "You have no idea how good it is to see you." He said, his voice breaking with emotion.
Confusion and concern quickly replaced their smiles, and they both reached out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder when a connection inadvertently flared up.
"Your Majesty," Cal knelt before the Antarian queen, at her nod he rose. "Your Majesty," he began, his voice pleading. "Let me go to Earth with the pods. I swear I will protect them with my life."
"I have no doubt you will, Callon."
-Flash-
A small boy pushed himself out of the confining pod, his lungs breathing in the Earth's air for the first time.
-Flash-
"Something is wrong, Callon!" Hisra cried as she checked the navigational panel. Fear registering in her eyes, she pushed various buttons on the panel, but all in vain. "We're going to crash!"
-Flash-
"Everything will be ok," Diane Evans whispered in their ears, as they rode to the sheriff's station. "You just wait and see."
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"Look, Lizzie." Nancy cooed to the newborn baby in her arms, "It's your Daddy." She smiled as waved to Cal and the Camera, "'hi' Daddy."
-Flash-
Isabel looked on in wonder as the shirt in front of her changed from green to blue at her touch. Did she do that?
Isabel and Max's eyes both grew in fear and then slowly, as if one, they backed away from Cal, their arms raised in defense, ready to attack.
Cal put his hands up, they could not be afraid of him. Not now, for he had much to show them and only a few moments time. "Do not be afraid, your highnesses." Cal said gently, "I will not harm you. I was sent here to protect you, please trust me."
Max looked to Isabel, his eyes asking a silent question that he could not yet verbalize. At her nod, they lowered their hands and looked towards Cal, a tentative trust in their eyes.
Taking this as a sign to continue what he had come here to do, Cal reached his hands out to them, "I must connect with you, again." He began, "there is not much time; your parents will be getting worried." The Evans, he had forgotten all about them! Quickly checking the doorway, he was relieved to find it still closed and the room empty. However, this only stressed the point that they had no time to lose, and had to move fast.
Max looked again to Isabel; they had trusted him so far...
Isabel shrugged, he seemed nice...
Reaching out they placed their hands in his and let the images flood their mind. Cal concentrated on his lessons with Liz and Michael, everything from learning the English language to beginning to control their powers was sent to them. It wouldn't bring them fully to the level that Liz and Michael were at, but it was a start.
A knock on the door snapped Cal's concentration and the connection quickly closed. He was brought tumbling back to reality just in time, for the Evans had entered the room.
"We thought you forgot about us out there," Diane joked, as Cal rose to greet them.
"I-I was just saying good-bye." He quickly stammered, looking towards Max and Isabel to confirm his story. "Wasn't I, kids?"
However, their attention was no longer on Cal, it was on the Evans. It had been as soon as they had walked in the room. Their faces bright with smiles, Isabel gave a short laugh before both she and Max ran to the waiting arms of their new parents.
With a smile, and a nod to the happy family as they profusely thanked him for all his help, Cal exited the room.
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"Diane!" The cheery voice tore Diane Evans attention away from her grocery list, and she looked up to find Nancy Langley waving as she made her way over to her.
"Nancy, how are you?" Diane asked as soon as she was close enough, it had been a long time since she had seen her friend, it seemed like ages.
"Fine," Nancy said with a smile. "How are the kids?" She asked good- naturedly, then with a conspiratorial smile she added: "they haven't destroyed the house, yet, have they?"
"No, not yet!" Diane laughed. Her angels, she didn't think so! Then her smile faded as she thought of her present dilemma, "Although, I could use your advice on something."
Nancy nodded eager to help the only other mother of alien children she knew. Had they turned the dog green? "What can I do to help?"
"I can't get Max or Isabel to eat anything." She began with a sigh, "I mean they'll eat, but only because they have to, and even then it's only about half of what I put in front of them." She explained, worry and exasperation lining her features. "I've tried everything, even ice cream!" It had floored her when they had refused that...she didn't know of many kids that didn't like ice cream. "Short of professional help, I'm all out of ideas."
"Oh!" Nancy laughed, waving it off as if Diane had just put the wrong ingredient into a recipe. "Put Tabasco sauce on it." She stated with a knowing smile. "Trust me, they'll eat then!"
Diane looked dubiously at her companion, "why? Is there some new food fad I should know about?"
Nancy shook her head; clearly she had much to learn about alien children. "No, their taste buds are different." She explained nonchalantly, "Cal said they don't have so many flavors where they're from."
"Where who are from?" Diane asked, now seriously confused.
"Max and Isabel," Nancy supplied, and then suddenly her smile fell as it hit her. He hadn't told them! "Didn't Cal-" her voice failed, he had told her that he had talked to both of them.
"Cal tell me what?" Diane asked her voice slightly rising, she was lost, and she didn't like it. They knew something about her children and didn't tell her? "Does he know where Max and Isabel are from?"
Nancy nodded slowly, not sure what to do next. She couldn't leave her with that; it would just be cruel, but oh how could he! He was leaving it up to her to explain this! That was his job, not hers! "Diane, is there somewhere we can talk?" She asked with a sigh, "someplace private."
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Liz sat in her room, her television blaring as she tried to concentrate on the cartoons, trying to drown out the sounds of her parents arguing. Unfortunately, it wasn't working.
"Why didn't you tell them?" Her mother demanded.
"They weren't ready to know!" Cal shouted back, "They had only just adopted them!"
"They had a right to know what their children are!"
"Liz?" Michael's voice came from behind her. "They're being loud, again." Liz turned to see her brother trying desperately to cover his ears and hold his teddy bear at the same time, a very hard task to complete.
In any other circumstance Liz would have laughed, but now she could only nod in agreement. "I know." Motioning for her brother to join her she continued, "They're real mad."
"But Daddy'll make it better, right?" He asked plopping down next to her.
"If you can't keep me in the loop, then I want out of it!" They heard their mother shout angrily, before silence fell over them.
It was quiet for a few moments before they heard the door slam shut, and their mother's sobs echo throughout the house.
Liz shook her head; "I don't think so, Michael." She said as tears started to make their way down her cheeks. "Don't think so."
Scooting closer to his sister, Michael put his arm around her. "It's okay, Lizzie." He whispered gently, using his powers to wipe away the tears. "I'll never leave you." He promised as he cried with her, "I'll never leave you."