THE REALM OF JEZZERON
Alternative Universe Roswell fic.
Rated R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Roswell.
Chapter 4
Back in Jezzeron, Marcus and Aaron are walking down the long corridors of the grand chateau, discussing the tragic event that occurred.
"How is he Marcus?" Aaron asks. "Not good." He replies. "Matthew has shut himself off from his family and friends." "Has arrangements been made yet for Kalindra's burial?" Aaron ask with concern in his voice.
"Yeah " says Marcus. His voice trails off quietly as he finds himself staring at one of the paintings that grace the corridors. "Is there something you've neglected to tell me?" Aaron ask. The question broke up the silence between them. One of the servants pass by. Marcus quietly motions him to one of the rooms. Closing the door behind them, Marcus continues. "Arrangements were made." Marcus states; but not before the body was examined." "Was any evidence found to prove who did this?" Aaron ask.
"Unfortunately no." He replies with a heavy sigh. Aaron looks at him questioningly as if studying his friend. "There's something else that's bothering you, I can tell." He states. "It's her stab wound." Marcus replies. "She should have survived it, but she didn't." "The wound wasn't even fatal." He added.
"There's also something else I haven't mention." Marcus walks over to a small bar, set in the corner of the room. Crystal dicanters neatly aligned on glass shelves reflecting in a background mirror. Taking down one of the dicanters, he sets it on the green marble counter below. He then takes down two tumblers off a lower shelf, and pours himself a drink, He offers Aaron a drink which he graciously accepts. Taking a sip from his glass, Marcus places it on the counter and continues. "Her stab wound wasn't normal." "How so?" Aaron inquires. "Her skin was slightly burned around it." Marcus replies. "I swear it looks like some sort of symbol was burned into her skin over the wound."
"Do you believe, it's the reason she couldn't heal herself?" Aaron ask. "Yeah." He replies. "I also believe that this was more than just a thoughtless murder. That symbol looked familar but I just can't place it! " says Marcus with fustration in his voice. "What do you want me to do?" Aaron ask. "I want you to look through the old records about our arrival on this planet." Marcus responds.
"I remember when my grandmother use to talk about how beautiful the ship looked as it hovered above her." Aaron comments. "She was one of the first to meet the elders on your ship." "It's unfortunate that she passed away." Marcus replies. "The only other thing I can remember her talking about, is the four pods that the elders brought off the ship." Aaron continues. "The ones that you, Matthew, Iris and Miranda came out of." Finishing their drinks, both of the young men exit the room.
Standing out on the balcony, Matthew leans and rests his arms against the thick stone railing. He looks out into the valley, his mind drifting over the memories of him and Kilindra. His thoughts flashback on the first time he lay eyes on her.
It was at Miranda's sweet sixteen party. She had invited many of her friends form school. The dining table was set up buffet style. In the center of everything was a beautiful apricot cake covered with a sweet peach flavored icing and trimmed with small blue and white flowers. Music is playing through the built in sound system. Each of her friends seem to be enjoying themselves. Looking among the crowd of teenagers, he saw Miranda talking with someone.
"I wonder who she is?" Matthew quietly ask himself. Admiring her from afar, he watches her and and his sister carry on like two close friends. Miranda then turns around, and looks straight at him and starts giggling. She and her friend start walking toward him. "Matthew, I would like you to meet my friend Kilindra; Kilindra this is my brother Matthew."
"Hi." Matthew responds in a shy nervous voice. Kilindra replies with a smile on her face, "Your sister was just telling me you have a collection of Sophia Lorvellie paintings. She's one of my favorites."
" I do, ...would you like to take a look a them?" He ask. "I would love to see them." She replies. Before I leave the room, I would like it very much, if Miranda would open my gift right now." "Okay" Miranda replies. Smiling she unties the ribbon on the small box. Lifting off the lid, her eyes are greeted by a beautiful charm bracelet. Miranda raises the bracelet up infront of her. It was made of 20 carat gold, and smooth austran crystals representing planet hung from the sides. "Oh it's beautiful!" she exclaims. "Thanks Kalie." She hugs her and immediately places it on her wrist. Smiling at both of them, she excuses herself, and goes back to her party....
Iris, seeing her brother lost in his own thoughts, walks toward him, and places her hand on his shoulder. Matthew looks up at her. "I'm sorry she gone." She says, trying her best to console him. "I don't know what to do Iris." He responds with a deep bitterness in his voice. "I feel like I'm in the middle of some nightmare. Only problem is, I can't wake up from it because it's real."
"You're going to have to pull yourself together Matthew." She says firmly. "The last thing Kilindra would want to see, is you dwelling on her death." Pausing for a moment, she looks out over the balcony and then continues. "I know she loved you Matt. I could always see it in her eyes. The way they lit up when she talked about you." There was a long moment of silence between them. "Do you think you'll be able to handle the ceremony?" she ask. " You mean placing her body in the dicentagration chamber." he remarks. "I don't think I'll ever be ready for it sis." "Her aunt Lilian will be there this afternoon to lead the ceremony; Iris states, since she is the only living relative that Kilindra had." Iris continues quietly talking to him, and then gives her brother one last embrace before departing to her bedroom chamber.
Back in Roswell, both Max and Liz are sitting outside on a blanket, enjoying a light-hearted conversation between the two of them. Max has polished off two of Liz's sandwiches. Reaching into his small cooler, he pulls out two iced cherry cokes, and hands one of them to Liz. Placing the cold bottle to her lips, she turns it up, enjoying the soda and it passes down her throat, quenching her thirst. "Thanks" Liz says "Did you enjoy the smores I made for us?" she ask. "I certainly did." He replies. "You seem to do a better job at making them than I did." He comments. " That's because my father use to make them for me." She remarks. "It was something that the two of us enjoyed doing together. "
She pauses for a brief moment, and then takes another long sip of the cherry coke from her bottle. "What do you have next on your little agenda for us. " She says grining seductively from ear to ear. "Oh I thought we could just stretch out here for a moment." He replies. "I didn't come here to sleep,....at least...not at this moment." She remarks. " Well, if you're game, I was hoping we could explore some of the caves along these wooded areas. "That sounds great." She replies. "Let's put our stuff back in the tent before we leave. The two of them pick up the blanket and other items, and places them in the tenth for safe keeping. Before leaving, Max picks up two water bottles a compus and some trail mix, and places the items in a pouch around his waist. Taking Liz by the hand, both of them head for the caves.
Making their way along the steep winding paths , they follow the trails left in the dirt by its previous explorers. They stop for moments at a time to rest for a while and at the same time, enjoy the beautiful scenery that lay before them. Taking her small binoculars, Liz peers through them and begins to do a little light bird watching. "See anything interesting?" Max ask. as he leans against a tree. Liz lowers her binoculars. "I don't see anything." She replies. "Infact there's not much movement in this area.
"One of the caves are just ahead." Max comments. Liz looks up in Max's direction. She could see them now. The green foliage, conveniently conceals the view of the cave's entrance. It could be easily passed up if you didn't know what you were looking for. As they begin to walk toward it, Max starts to feel a little mist in the air. A light rumble starts off in the distance. "Max did you check the weather?" Liz ask. "Yeah I did" He replies in fustration. " In fact, we're suppose to be experincing clear skys all this week " He adds.
"Don't worry Max." Liz replies. " It'll probably just be one of those light summer rains we usually get around here." No sooner had she said those words, the rain starts coming down. It begins as a light drizzle, and then suddely turns into a down pour. They quickly dash toward the cave's entrance. As the rain pours down, the sky slowly darkens. Lightening waves dance across the sky, elumanating the cave's entrance. Finally reaching it, they quickly got inside. Both of them were drenched from the rain. Look out from the cave, Max and Liz watch, as strong winds start to pick up. Broken branches without warning, were suddely toss against the entrance way. Fearful of gettng hit, the young couple back up further into the cave.
"All their food and equipment was out there." Max thought Probably being turned over, or scattered by the winds. "I'm sorry Liz." says Max as he cries in bitter frustraion. "This is not turning out exactly the way I imagined it." She looks up at him. His face was wet from the storm, but she could see the upset look in his eyes and the tears that it conveniently hid. She pulls him toward her, and rest her head on his shoulder. "It doesn't matter where we are Max. " She replies softly, "As long as we're together." She slides her hands around his neck and pulls him in towards her face. She slowly kisses him on the lips.
Lifting her face toward his, he stares into those deep beautiful brown eyes. Even dripping wet, Liz was a sight to behold. Placing his lips on to hers, he gives her a slow passionate kiss. Liz wraps her arms around his waist, and leans foward into him, sending the two of them tumbling to the ground.
Max's heart raced as he reveled in the thought of being so close to her. Just feeling her body next to his, was sending his thoughts into a world of total euphoria. Liz's body starts to shiver. " Are you okay Liz.?" Yeah, She replies. "I'm just getting a chill from being wet "I wish I had brought an extra shirt in my bag. She added.
"Don't worry Liz, I can take care of that." He replies. He places his hands on her blouse, and instantly dries it. He repeats the same process on himself. Gazing into Liz's eyes, Max smiles and leans in to kiss her. Liz equally and passionately returns the favors. The heat between the two of them was more than a summer rain could quench.
Max starts to slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacy white bra hidden underneath it. He kisses her again. First on her lips, then on her neck, and slowly trails them down down towards the valley of her breasts. Liz moans in pleasure. Each small kiss, sent waves of electricity through her. Bring his hands under her waist, he rolls Liz on top of him. Raising herself up, Liz straddles Max's thighs. Smiling down at him, she slowly raises the bottom of his t-shirt and places small kisses near the center of his naval. Feeling his body responding underneath her, she removes his t-shirt and continues upward toward his chest.
Lingering there, she slowly brushes her lips on the tips of his nipples. Max lets out a slow gasp. Seeing the smile of pleasure on his face, Liz bring her mouth to his, letting her lips slide across them. Parting them slightly, she slowly explores with her tongue, the caven of his mouth. Max runs his fingers through her soft silken tresses, and pulls her in even closer. Completely lost in each others arms, they begin to experience visions of each other, The way they felt when they looked at each other across the room, Each moment they spent together was displayed before them. When the flashes stop, Liz rolled off of Max and just lays there quietly.
Turning her face toward him, she asks if he would like to stop it there, because she really want to wait until the two of them were joined in marriage. Max readily agrees. Any longer, and the two of them would be at a point of no return. "I think the two of us should get some rest." She remarks. Besides, I don't think we'll be going back to the camp anytime soon." Liz turns her back towards him and closes her eyes. Lying next to her, he drapes his arm around her waist and pull her in next to him. Closing his eyes, he begins listening to the sound of the rain as the two of them drift off into a deep slumber.
TBC.....
