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INTRO

Nov.1st 2002

Journal Entry-I

I'm Liz Parker... Well actually that's not so true anymore; I am now Liz Parker Evans, wife to one of the only three living hybrids on the planet and the newest member to the human-alien team.

It's strange how life always has a way of turning into something that you would never expect. Three years ago I was Liz Parker- your average teenage girl whose only expectation in life was to become a molecular biologist, survive high school, and live a normal human life. I never imagined myself becoming an ally with aliens while still having to go to school and try to live that normal life and I would've never imagined that I find my soul mate at age sixteen who just happened to be from another planet. AS I look at the people in this van, I remember the things we've all been through.

Isabel: Life has been the hardest on her. Not only did she loose the one place she lived in for over fifty years but she also lost everyone she ever loved. Her parents- who meant the world to her and in the end accepted her for who she was. Alex- the one person in her life who didn't care what she was died because of an alien and to make matters worse, he had been killed by an alien whom she trusted since she was part of the Royal Four. Grant- a person she had come to care for was also killed by an alien; maybe not an alien per-say but by an alien bacteria. Then there's Jesse, her husband, the man Isabel feel in love with months after Alex. She had done everything she could to make things work but in the end had to loose him too since the FBI was onto us. Ever since we left Roswell, she hasn't said a word. I can only imagine the pain she's going through; the thought of loosing Max is just unbearable. Throughout the past few months we've learned to give Isabel some space because not even words can take away her pain.

Kyle: Seeing him say goodbye to his father, it made me realize how true a guy he really is. Out of all of us he's changed the most. He has become wiser and more understanding. I guess there is a good thing to Buddhism after all and out of all of us he has been able to make the journey more enjoyable by tossing in jokes here and there and then always thinking about the positives of our trips instead of the negatives.

Michael and Maria: Nothing has changed with these two except for the fact that they are no longer together and I have a felling that it's for good this time. Between the two of them Michael has really changed. Even though Max told him he was no longer second in command he still takes the job seriously; even more seriously now than when we were in Roswell.

Then there's Max, my husband. It's been months but it's still strange to actually say that word. Max has been the calm one in the group, no longer taking control or giving commands. He says he's no longer king but deep in his heart he knows he is, even I can sense it.

As of now we've stopped to fill up the car. I guess now that means it's also time to change the color of the van as well as the license plate.

The group all got down too stretch while Kyle started to fill the car. Max was going into the convenient store with a list of what kind of food the group wanted. While he went to do that, Isabel began changing the license plate and then changed the van from a red color to a navy blue. "Okay do you mind waiting until after I've put up the pump?" asked Kyle. "I still haven't gotten used to the whole instant paint job thing." Isabel looked at Kyle then went back into the van. This time it was Maria's turn to drive. "So are we ready to hit the road?" asked Max as he came out of the store with the bag of food and drinks. "Almost, I need to know where we're going before I get in the driver's seat." "Again," complained Michael. "Can't you just drive without knowing where we're going?" "No. I don't know what its like on planet whatever but on this planet we have something called turns and directions so I would like to know just what my intentions are." "Okay could you guys just stop?" asked Liz. "You've been like this for months." Maria replied, "Fine by me." "Whatever." Michael got in the far back seat and sat next to Isabel. The other four members got in the van. The rest of the trip was in complete silence until it had gotten dark and they decided to stop at a nearby hotel. As everyone headed towards their rooms after paying for the night, Michael pulled Kyle away. "Hey Kyle, do you mind if I bunk with Isabel tonight? I don't feel like being in the same room with Maria." "Sure" "Thanks." Kyle and Michael switched keys then Michael walked into this room and Kyle into his. Isabel was sitting at the mirror combing her wet hair. "Where's Kyle?" Michael was a little surprised that Isabel had finally spoken. "Um, he's bunking with Maria. I figured it would be best if we had our time apart. Isabel, if you don't mind me asking; why did you start talking all of a sudden?" "Because you're an easy person to talk to Michael and I've always been able to talk to you just about anything." Michael gave off a shy smile. "So which bed do you want?" Michael asked. "Whichever one you want is fine." Michael took a seat on one of the beds and Isabel kept brushing out her hair. Michael then figured this would be the best time to talk to Isabel. He had wanted to talk to her since they left Roswell in May but someone had always been around. "Are you okay?" he asked. Isabel put the brush down and Michael could see her sadness in the reflection of the mirror. Isabel looked down at the floor and then mumbled, "No, not really." "Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to if you don't want. It's just if... if you want to talk, I'll be there for you whenever you need me." Isabel smiled at Michael's last statement since that's what she had said to him three years ago when they had unsuccessfully tried to make contact with Nasedo that night at the library. Isabel turned and looked at Michael. "Maybe not tonight but thanks Michael." Michael smiled and then nodded.

It was the next day and the group got up early so they could get a head start. "Michael do you mind driving?" asked Max. "Sure why not," Michael said as he took the keys from Max. Isabel climbed in the passenger's seat. "I guess that leaves me in the back," Maria said with sarcasm. Everyone got in the van and drove off; not knowing where they were headed. Michael figured the further away from Roswell the better. Just as the past rides had been, this one had been done in silence. Kyle tried to enlighten the mood a few times but they had proven to be unsuccessful. The next time the group stopped was somewhere outside of Oregon. Michael had gone into the convenient store to pay for gas and as he was there the tv was on. It didn't interest him much until the tv program cut in for a special report. "I'm sure most of you out there know who we are but for those of you who don't, all you need to know is that we're the good guys. Living among you are extremely dangerous humans, more dangerous than anything our United States government has ever had to encounter. They are armed and dangerous and have killed before." A picture of the three humans and three alien hybrids appeared on screen. "If you have any information please call us immediately at the following numbers: 555-1310, 555-1356, or 555-1382. Those numbers again are 555-1310, 555-1356, or 555-1382. Thank you." The cashier who must've been in his twenties began speaking to Michael. "It's not true is it? You and your friends aren't killers." "No. I need to get going." "I'm Jordan." "Michael." "Hey do you need help with anything. That van of yours seems a little small for everyone. I have a hummer out back. It's yours if you want it." "What's the catch?" "No catch, I promise." "Why are you helping us?" "Well because it makes no sense as to why the FBI special unit is hunting some teenage kids from some small town in Roswell, New Mexico." "How do you know about the special unit and how do you know where we're from?" "I know a lot more than you think commander but unfortunately we don't have time to explain the reasons. So do you want the hummer or not?" "Yea let me just get my friends and we'll be on our way." A few minutes later the group was out back with the black hummer. "So what about the van?" asked Liz? "Don't worry about it. I know this compactor about twenty miles west of here. Here are the keys and registration." "Thanks, I don't know how we could ever repay you." "You just did." The guy smiled and everyone got in the hummer. "Good luck and be careful. I hear they have check points at every state line." "We will and thanks again." As the group left, Jordan went over to the old VW van and when he touched it the van turned into a brand new blue convertible. Jordan got in the car and then followed in the direction where the group of outsiders went.

After reaching Seattle, Michael decided to take a break at a rest stop. "What are you doing?" asked Maria. Michael replied, "I'm taking a break." "You're taking a break, what do you mean you're taking a break? You just drove seventy-five miles. You're an alien even I can drive more than that." "Oh here we go again," Kyle mumbled under his breathe as Michael turned to face Maria. "Hey I may be an alien but only half remember so I do get tired and since I'm driving I'll decide what I want to do. This is crazy I don't need to explain myself to you." Michael angrily got out of the car and walked towards the beach. Isabel decided to get out and follow him then the others got out as well. "Hey Michael, are you okay?" Michael looked towards the group and then back at Isabel. "I don't mean to sound standoffish but can we talk about this later?" "Sure. I take it we're roommates again?" Michael nodded. "Okay well then why don't you let me drive the rest of the way?" Michael gave the keys to Isabel "I think we should stop some place in downtown Seattle that way..." "It will be harder for the FBI to track us." Michael finished her sentence and they both shared an awkward smile then walked back to the group. The group got in the hummer with Isabel in the drivers seat and Michael in the passengers seat. "So, do we have a plan this time?" Kyle said looking more towards Isabel who didn't respond. Michael responded for her, "We figured we would stay at a motel in downtown Seattle so it would be harder for the FBI to track us with hundreds of people around." "Yea that's if they haven't all ready plastered our faces on every billboard and tv station," Kyle said sarcastically. As it was getting dark, Isabel pulled up into a Motel 6. "Liz and I will go get the room keys," Max said as he and Liz trailed off to the front desk. "Hi, I'm Jordan. How many rooms can I get you folks?" "Three." "Okay you've got rooms thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen which are just right down the hall. Check out is at ten thirty." "Okay thanks," replied Max. As Max and Liz headed out the door Liz turned back to look at Jordan; he just smiled and then bowed to her. Liz immediately faced her attention back towards leaving the lobby. "Liz is everything okay?" asked Max. "What? Yea I'm fine." "Come on Liz, I'm your husband, I've known you long enough to know what's going on." "That guy at the counter, there was just something familiar about him." "Did you get a premonition?" "No just a feeling, it's probably nothing." "Are you sure?" "Yea, I'm sure." But Liz wasn't sure. She knew there was something about this stranger, something that was hard to describe yet felt good all at once. The best way to put it was mysterious. In a sense Liz felt as if she had known him once before but could never put her finger on it. As Max gave a key to Michael and one to Kyle, Michael and Isabel headed for their room while Max and Liz headed for theirs. "So I guess we're roomies hu DeLuca?" "Whatever," Maria replied as she walked towards the room. "This should be fun," Kyle said to himself.

Meanwhile in Michael and Isabel's room, minutes had passed and Isabel had just gotten out of the shower and started brushing her hair while Michael took a five minute shower. Isabel had all ready used up all the hot water but Michael didn't mind. He figured he needed a cool down anyways so he could wash away his anger that had been with him since the day they left Roswell. Five minutes later Michael came out of the shower, quickly combed his hair and then grabbed two Snapple's and the Tabasco sauce from his bag. "Here," Michael said giving one of the Snapple's to Isabel; who was sitting up in her bed, her back up against the wall. "Thanks, Tabasco sauce?" "Always," Michael said as he handed her the bottle after he had put some in his drink. He then got in the same sitting position as Isabel. Isabel then figured now was the best time to talk to Michael, "Do you want to talk about what's been going on with you and Maria?" "That depends." "On what?" "On weather you want to talk about what's been going on with you." Isabel turned away. "Michael you know I can't." "Why not Isabel?" Isabel's eyes began to fill with tears. "Because it's too hard." Michael put down his drink on a nearby desk and then went over and sat next to Isabel. "Hey, it's okay. Come here." Isabel laid her head on his chest. "It's not okay. I've lost everything Michael. Just when I think I'm about ready to have a normal life, our other half gets in the way and screws everything up." "I know it's hard but you haven't lost everything. You've still got Max, Liz, Kyle, Maria, and you've still got me; always." Michael lifted Isabel's chin so she would be looking right at him. As he was whipping a tear from her face with his thumb he said, "Remember something, I'll come for you whenever you need me." Isabel and Michael smiled at each other then as Michael was about to get off the bed and go to his Isabel said, "No, stay." "Is that what you want?" Isabel nodded so Michael stayed in the same bed as Isabel and then turned out the light. The two of them then got underneath the covers and Michael genteelly placed a kiss on Isabel's forehead. "Goodnight Isabel." "Night, Michael."

The next morning Max was pounding on Michael and Isabel's door. "Michael, Isabel wake up." Michael looked over at the clock which read six thirty a.m. "What does your brother want this early? "I don't know." "Michael, Isabel wake up," Max said as he kept pounding on the door. "All right I'm coming," Michael said as he opened the door. "What is it?" "Maria's missing," Liz blurted out. "What?" "Get this in your brain spaceman," said Kyle. "Maria -is-missing. So are you going to invite us in or what?" "Yea fine come in." Isabel immediately got off the bed as the others walked into the room. "Is it just me or does it feel weird in here?" "It's just you Kyle," Isabel said as she sat on the bed that hadn't been used. Michael took a seat next to her. "The princess speaks!" Kyle said with a smile. "So what's this about Maria supposedly missing?" Michael asked. Kyle responded, "We're not exactly sure. We went to bed early and I guess Maria decided to take a midnight stroll or something because she got up and never came back." "Well we don't know for sure that she's missing," said Isabel. "For all we know she could've gone some place to see the stars after all she does miss home like the rest of us do." "Hello," said Kyle. "Have you noticed you can't see any stars out here? The Seattle skyline is way too lit up." "Okay Kyle relax," Max commanded. "No senor presidente I will not relax." "Okay this is what we'll do. Liz, Michael, and I will go out and look for her. Kyle, Iz, you both stay here incase she returns." "I thought you said you weren't king anymore," said Isabel. "Well if any of you have a better idea I'm open to it but if not then lets go." "Okay, let's go," said Michael. Before they left Michael gave a picture of Maria to Isabel. "Iz..." "Don't worry Michael, I'll see what I can find out and let you know." "Thanks." Max, Michael, and Liz left the motel room leaving Kyle and Isabel to just sit back and wait.