Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I'm simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD's get released.

Tomorrow's Yet to Come

Chapter Forty - Four – Coming Together

"Okay, look, it isn't really important," said Maria. "Remember how we had kind of talked about some way to rally the people. Get them involved. Well, I decided to get that started on my own, with Che'koth's help."

"The song," said Alex. "Maria, it's brilliant. How have you been getting it all over the city?"

"That's where Che'koth came in," Maria said. "We both agreed that it probably wouldn't be safe for me to be wandering the streets at all hours, so he recruited some of the rebels to help."

"Maria, I apologize," said Michael, stunning the room into complete and total silence. "What?" he said, looking around the room at the amazed faces of his friends. "I can't be wrong?"

"And admit it?" said Max. "Not usually."

"Jerk," said Michael, punching him in the arm. "Maria, why didn't you just tell us about it?"

"I just wanted this to be mine, you know?" Maria said, looking at Michael. "You guys have your soldier stuff. Liz and Alex are working on that weapon thing, and the guidance system for it. Isabel is doing that diplomatic thing, and Ava is totally loving the whole being in school thing. I'm just here, doing nothing."

"Well, you're wrong about totally doing nothing," Max said. "Maria, you're a part of us, and we're a part of you. We're stronger together than apart. If you weren't here, we'd be weaker, and could possibly be in danger. But, I like your plan, and I think you should keep it up. How can we help?"

"You want to help?" Maria asked. "You believe that it's a good idea?"

"Of course we do, Maria. "I saw what you came out with out in the city today, but honestly, I forgot all about it after my adventure in the palace. But don't forget, we all helped get the first part of your message out," said Isabel. "Why didn't you think we'd be on board for the rest of it?"

"Because I'm not usually plan girl," admitted Maria. "I kind of thought you were just humoring me."

"With the reaction we got here in school, and in the market place?" Michael asked, incredulously. "We were so NOT humoring you, Maria."

"But nobody seemed interested in going any further with it," said Maria.

"It kind of got shoved to the back burner with everything that was going on," admitted Max. "But Maria, you stepped right up and kept it going! You were awesome. What's your next step?"

Maria sat back, and looked at her friends who watching her intently, waiting for her to lay out the next step of her plan. It was a new feeling for her, and she found that she liked it very much.

"Well, the last thing I put out was "We can't afford to be innocent. Stand up and face the enemy," Maria said.

"It's a do or die situation, we will be invincible," Alex finished. "It's perfect Maria, just perfect."

"Count me in, too," said Kyle, walking across the room with Che'koth.

"You okay?" Liz asked, while Ava jumped up and ran over to hug her husband.

"Yeah," said Kyle. "Che'koth helped me to access the information I needed to deal with the overwhelming emotions I was feeling. Funny thing is, Liz, it's pretty much what you were telling me to do anyhow. Focus on emptying my mind. A lot of what he showed me is very similar to the Buddhist way of life, so I should be okay."

"Hey, uh, Che'koth," Zan said awkwardly, directly addressing the Antarian for the first time. "Are all of us going to develop new powers, or just Liz, Maria and Alex?"

"We're not sure," admitted Che'koth. "Don't forget, this experience is new for all of us. I would assume that the powers that you have will grow stronger, and the possibility does exist for you to develop more powers. What all of you have to remember is you have the memories of the collective conscious in you to draw upon. The knowledge is there, but you have to search your minds for it. Now, if you will excuse me, Majesties, I am going to try and gather some information about the woman in the palace. Maria, now that Michael, truly does 'have your back,' I can assume that the next package will be at the end of the tunnel later this evening?"

Maria nodded, and smiled at Che'koth, while Isabel jumped up from where she was sitting, and ran over to Che'koth.

"Thank you Che'koth," Isabel said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "I don't know what we'd do without you."

Che'koth looked at her, trying to disguise the emotion in his eyes. "Have you never thought, Isabel, that if it weren't for me you wouldn't even be in this situation?"

"Of course we would have," said Isabel. "We can't assume our enemies wouldn't have found us. At least, because of you, we know what we're up against."

"You are very kind, Isabel. I am pleased to serve you in any way that I can," said Che'koth, bowing his head. He carefully removed his hand from Isabel's, and turned quickly and walked through the tunnel. Once he was out of site, he stopped and wiped a tear from his eye.

"Take care, my daughter," he whispered.

The morning sun rose slowly over the mist covered training area. The Aberjani trainees marched, single file over the dew covered grass. Some were still yawning, and all of them longed for breakfast.

"What is the meaning of this!" roared General Kobodi, looking around the grounds of the Aberjani training area. Every tree, every large boulder, every wall had hundreds of papers attached to it. He grabbed one and read it, and his face turned a deep crimson.

"We can't afford to be innocent.
Stand up and face the enemy.
It's a do or die situation.
We will be invincible!" he read.

"Who put this here?" he shouted to the assembled Aberjani trainees. "I demand that someone give me an answer!"

"General Kobodi," said one of the trainees. "If you please, is there anything else on the paper that would help us to identify the culprit?"

"Never mind that!" blustered the General. "Forget about it. Prepare for the training exercise, and I don't want to see ANYBODY even look at one of these papers!"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a communicator, and barked some orders into it. Within minutes, the Aberjani swept into the training area and began to remove the papers. Michael watched with a grin as the Aberjani trainees surreptitiously grabbed leaflets and stuffed them into their pocket.

"Wow, is he pissed beyond all belief," said Kyle, walking over to where Michael stood.

"Is your new power telling you that?" Michael asked.

"No, the fact that his face is as red as a bottle of ketchup is telling me that," laughed Kyle. "I worked all night on the stuff Che'koth showed me, and I'm actually getting pretty good at blocking all the crap that's swirling around me. I'm going to start working on opening myself up enough to get a reading on what someone is feeling, next."

"Yeah, well I wouldn't suggest trying it with him," said Michael, pointing to General Kobodi. You'd probably both end up blowing a gasket."

General Kobodi barked out a sharp command, and the Aberjani spun, and began firing upon the trainees. Kyle, without conscious thought, pushed Michael to the ground, and began firing at the Aberjani.

"Nice going, Grasshopper," said Michael, standing up. "But the idea was to save other people, not each other."

"Don't get in my way, and it won't happen again," said Kyle, hitting the electronic target on an Aberjani's chest. Cool, I got one."

Michael slid into a nearby clump of trees, and watched as Zan knocked one of the trainees out of the line of fire, directly under General Kobodi's nose.

"That should give the stupid shit something to think about," Michael said to the empty stand of trees.

Liz sat at her table in the lab, scribbling furiously on a pad of paper. She looked through the microscope, and watched as Ava's blood cells were completely destroyed by the substance she dropped onto the slide.

"I can go about this two different ways," she said to the empty room. "I can try and modify the chemical compound so that it attacks the other Aberjani, or I can modify it so it just doesn't attack us."

The door behind her opened and Plash Nevenia walked into the otherwise deserted lab.

"Good morning, Lan," she said. "How is your experiment coming along?"

"Good morning, Plash," said Liz. "Everything is fine."

"May I see what you are working on?" Plash asked courteously.

"Um, well," hedged Liz.

It's okay, Liz. Remember, I'm on your side," Plash whispered. "By the way, the substance you and the others invented, what is it really?"

"Oh, it's a form of a medicine called penicillin. It's used for fighting infections. It was discovered by Alexander Fleming."

"So of course you named it Fleming. How lucky you were that it is similar to the Vendrian word for destruction. Or did you plan that?"

"That was pure and simple dumb luck," admitted Liz. "I certainly wasn't thinking about that when I came up with the name."

"You are not only smart, then, you are also very, very lucky," Plash said with a laugh. "Now, show me what you are working on.'

Liz explained her dilemma to Plash, and showed her the chemical compound, and how it destroyed the sample of Ava's blood.

"I think my best bet would be to modify it somehow so that it will destroy anything but us. I'm just not sure how to go about it."

"We'll think of something," said Plash. "In the meantime, it's almost time for morning meal. Clean up your things, and go to the dining hall, and relax. The solution will come to you."

Liz quickly cleaned up her experiment, and headed for the door. She was just about to leave the room, when Plash's voice stopped her.

"By the way, please let your friend know how much I enjoyed her decorations."

A puzzled Liz nodded and left the room. She walked towards the dining hall, her curiosity piqued by the loud sounds she heard coming from the room.

Liz walked into the dining hall and stopped in shock, the entire room was papered with the refrain from the song Maria had chosen, and each verse either had a glowing handprint, or an orb symbol next to it. The dining hall staff fluttered around ineffectually, unsure of what to do, while Jara Kobodi blustered around, giving orders that nobody followed.

Derago Kavron walked into the dining area, his face set in a mask of anger. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a communicator and pressed several buttons.

"Attention Students," he said, his voice projecting through the room with the aid of the communicator. "I do not know the meaning of this destruction, but it must stop immediately. I want all of you to remove these offending items, and destroy them immediately. I won't bother telling you not to read them, but I will ask you to take them for what they are, pointless acts of vandalism.

Liz walked further into the dining hall, winked at Maria and began to remove papers from the wall. As she worked, she hummed softly under her breath, until she realized that the people on either side of her were staring. Liz caught herself in shock and horror when she realized that she was singing the song softly.