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.

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Tomorrow's Yet to Come

Chapter Forty-Six – Allies and Enemies

Alex sat on the bed in his Spartan sleeping quarters, going over the schematics for the transporter the Aberjani used to get to Earth. He made some notations, and folded them up and stuffed them in the pouch that swung off of the belt on his uniform. He stood up, grabbed some tools off of his desk, and left the room without a backward glance. He wanted to get to the lab, and finish up some work before he met Isabel.

When he entered the lab, it was deserted, and he sat down, and got right to work. He pulled the schematics out of his pouch and spread them on the workbench in front of him. Alex studied the notations he had made, and began to work feverishly.

Several hours past unnoticed, and Alex had a row of transporters laid out on the bench in front of him. He allowed himself a self-satisfied smile, and began to work on the weapon for the Aberjani. Alex was too absorbed in his work to notice when the lab door opened behind him.

"Greetings Aladrik," a voice said, and Alex jumped, and spun around.

"Na'grat, it's you," Alex said with a laugh. "I guess I was focusing so hard, that I didn't hear you come in. What's up?"

"Nothing," said Na'grat, settling down on a stool next to Alex. "I just came in to do some extra work on my project. What about you?"

"Same thing," said Alex. "I really want to be successful. I was told my project was of vital importance, and I don't want to let anybody down."

"Right,' said Na'grat, watching Alex out of the corner of his eye. "You wouldn't want to disappoint Lord Kivar."

"I don't know about Lord Kivar," said Alex, blandly. "I have no idea who my project is for. It was assigned to me, and I'm going to do it to the best of my ability."

"What are those?" Na'grat asked, pointing to the transporters Alex had left on the work bench."

"What's what?" asked Alex, giving Na'grat a shove with his mind. "What are you talking about?"

"I said, how is your project coming along?" said Na'grat, reacting to Alex's mind warp.

"I'm doing okay with it," said Alex. "How about you?"

"Well, I needed some help," said Na'grat, and I was hoping you'd be the person o help me." He reached into his pouch and pulled out some notes and spread them on the table. As he did, a scrap of paper with some words fell to the floor. Alex reached down to pick it up, and passed it to Na'grat, glancing at it as he did.

"You're not supposed to have that," Alex said, trying to make his voice accusing. "The Director told us to destroy them."

"I didn't mean to," said Na'grat, his voice filled with fear. "It must have gotten mixed up with my things when we were taking them down in the dining hall. Please don't report me!"

"I won't," said Alex. "But you'd better get rid of it right away. You wouldn't want the wrong person to find you with it."

"What do you think it means?" Na'grat asked, ripping the paper up into small pieces.

"It sounds to me like somebody is trying to stir up a show of support for the Royal Family," said Alex. "Which is stupid, since with the exception of Queen Vilondra, they're all dead."

Na'grat looked around, moved closer to Alex and lowered his voice to a whisper. "That's not what I've heard."

"Heard about what?" asked Alex, purposely playing dumb.

"In my city," said Na'grat, "There are rumors that King Zan and the others escaped some how."

"How can that be?" asked Alex. "My own father was here during the uprising. He saw the bodies of King Zan and General Rath, as well the General's sister, Ava. And Princess, I mean Queen Vilondra, is married to Lord Kivar," said Alex, swallowing down the bile that filled his throat at his last statement.

"Maybe I'll tell you what I know, and maybe I won't," said Na'grat. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"Of course you can trust me, Na'grat," said Alex, giving him another shove with his mind. "So what were you saying?"

"I heard that scientists somehow made copies of King Zan and the others, and hid them away, someplace safe. I think that they're back, and those posters and stuff prove it!"

"Interesting," said Alex, purposely changing the subject. "So what did you want me to look at on your project?"

"Elandra! Elandra, wait!" a voice called after Liz as she walked down the halls of the Training Academy. Liz stopped and turned around and found two of her classmates running up to her.

"We need to talk to you," said one, pulling Liz by the arm.

"In here, it's private," said the other girl, grabbing Liz's other arm. The two girls led her into an empty classroom and closed the door, and stared at her expectantly.

"What do you want?" asked Liz. She recognized one of the girls as the person who worked next to her when they were removing the posters. Liz quelled the sudden fear that perhaps she had heard the tune that Liz was humming.

"I heard you this morning," said the first girl. "When the Director asked us to remove that trash from the dining hall."

"You heard what, Varonia?" Liz asked stalling for time.

"You know what I'm talking about," Varonia said.

"There's no use denying it," said the other girl. "You're a part of it."

"A part of what?" questioned Liz. "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."

"My name isn't important," said the other girl. "As if I would want a traitor like you to even speak my name."

"Traitor?" said Liz, her voice incredulous. "Why am I a traitor? What is it I've done that you would dare to call me that. She drew herself up as much as her small stature would allow and glared at the two girls.

"When we were removing those disgusting posters this morning, you were humming," said Varonia.

"And humming makes me a traitor?" Liz asked. "In that case, Lord Kivar's prison's must be over flowing by now."

"It's obvious that the song you were humming fit the words on those posters perfectly," said Varonia. "You must be a part of the group that is putting that filth up everywhere."

"You're insane," said Liz, laughing to disguise her fear. "Do you honestly think that if I were involved in something like that, that I would be dumb enough to announce it to the world that way? You know, I'm sorry, but I'm just not that stupid. I was humming, that's it. I think you two need to get a grip on reality," she pushed past the two girls and walked towards the door.

"We'll be watching you," said Varonia. "Have no fear."

"Believe me, I don't," said Liz slamming the door behind her.

Kivar entered the darkened throne room and smiled to himself. It wouldn't be long before he was the king. He could imagine the coronation scene in his head. The lovely Vilondra would place the Antarian crown on his head, and the people that filled the room would cheer. It would only be a few short weeks before his Vilondra would be ready.

He walked across the room and sat in the throne and surveyed the darkened room, still imagining it filled with throngs of cheering people; all of them calling out his name. He passed his hand through the air, and the room filled with light. It was several seconds before his eyes focused. When Kivar saw what filled the room, he screamed, and instead of hoards of people calling his name, the room was filled with his own screams of rage.