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.

Author's Note: I have to apologize to everyone. I know that somewhere in this story, I named Zan and Vilondra's father, but I can't find it anywhere. If anyone remembers it, or knows what chapter I put it in, please pm or email me so I can fix it.

Chapter Sixty – Eight – After the Battle

With the death of Kivar and Kobodi, those still loyal to them laid down their arms and surrendered. Michael directed Radnar to escort the prisoners to a holding area.

"If there is any resistance," he said to Radnar. "Kill them."

"I don't think there will be, General. Now that the Granolith is back, they can see how wrong they were," Radnar explained to Michael, but Michael wasn't standing next to him any longer. He knelt, along with the King over the body of one of the fallen.

"Alex!" Isabel shouted, her voice filled with fear. "Please don't let it be Alex!" She ran across the battlefield towards the small gathering. Liz stepped in front of her and stopped her.

"It's not Alex," Liz said.

"Then why won't you let me through!" Isabel cried.

"Isabel, calm down!" shouted Liz. "Alex is over here. He was wounded slightly, but he's going to be fine."

"Who's over there?" asked Isabel, "Zan, Kyle? Oh please don't let either one of them be hurt."

"Isabel, you need to go see Alex," said Liz, gently, trying to steer her away from Jim Valenti's body. "Come with me, okay?"

"How badly was Alex hurt?" asked Isabel, some of her panic subsiding.

"It's just a flesh wound," explained Liz. "He was grazed by an energy bolt, but it's nothing serious. But he's really concerned about you, so I promised to find you and bring you over to him."

"Thanks Liz, you're a good friend," said Isabel.

Liz escorted Isabel to where Alex sat. She gave both her friends a worried smile before rushing back to where the others stood.

"Max, can't you heal him?" Liz whispered slipping up beside her husband.

Max turned to Liz, his eyes filled with tears.

"I can't," he said, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I tried, Zan tried. Hell, we even tried together, nothing worked. He's dead Liz."

"Where's Kyle?" Liz choked. "Is anybody with him?"

"Ava is with him. They're over there," Max said, pointing to where the other couple sat.

Liz looked over and saw Kyle sitting on the ground, his arms cushioning his head as he rested it on his knees. Ava sat with her arms around her husband and both sobbed uncontrollably.

"Should we go over do you think?" she asked as Zan joined their mournful group.

"No, I think they just need to be alone for a while," said Max.

Liz moved in between the two men and put her arms around their waists. She looked over to where Maria stood, wrapped in Michael's protective embrace.

Alex, Isabel supporting him on one side limped over to the saddened group.

"Why so glum?" he asked. "We won, right?"

"S-someone didn't make it," Liz said softly.

"What? What are you talking about? We're all right here?" said Alex. "Kyle and Ava are over there, and here come Michael and Maria. Who didn't make it?"

"Oh God!" whispered Isabel. "No. No, no, no!" she screamed. "Not the Sheriff. It can't be the Sheriff."

"You knew he was here?" demanded a shocked Max. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Max, stop it!" said Liz. "Give Isabel a chance to explain. Don't start attacking her like that." She turned towards her friend and touched her softly on the arm. "Isabel, how did this happen?" Liz asked. "How did he get here?"

"I didn't know he was here," said Isabel. "It was when Maria and I took our group to the palace. We, well, we got separated," said Isabel. "I went after Kivar. I wanted to stop him myself. But I couldn't. He was, well, I don't know what he was going to do," she continued. "But my duplicate put her hand out and knocked me out."

"What?" shouted Alex.

"I don't think she was trying to kill me. I think, well, I think she knew what she was doing. She knocked me out to protect me. She wanted Kivar to think she had killed me. The next thing I knew, I was waking up, and Jim was there. Isabel broke down and began to sob. "I didn't know what to do with him," she continued. "I mean, I couldn't drag him into battle, but I needed to be here. I assigned one of the rebels to guard him. I swear I did."

"Isabel, don't do this to yourself," said Liz. She stepped out of Max and Zan's arms and moved over to hug the other girl tightly. "You had no control over what happened. You did the only thing you could."

"Try telling that to Kyle," Isabel cried. "His father is dead because of me."

"My father is dead because he saved my life," said Kyle softly. He nodded to Liz, and she stepped aside, and he wrapped his arms around Isabel. "I don't know how he got here, but he died saving me. Can you honestly think of a better way for him to go out?"

"I don't care," said Isabel. "I gave a direct order to someone. It was the only time I've ever played the princess card, and where did it get me. I need to find Lynran, and I need to find her now."

"Stop, Isabel," said Che'koth, appearing out of nowhere, with Lynran cradled in his arms. "Kyle, your father fought with me to come here to help you. When I said no, he knocked me out and took my belt."

"How did you get back?" asked Max.

"The Granolith," said Che'koth, simply. "We have a lot to talk about, but first, I need you to heal Lynran."

Che'koth laid the Antarian woman on the ground, and Max and Zan knelt down on either side of her. The placed their hands on her body and focused on her injuries. Within moments, she was sitting up.

"Princess, I am sorry," she said to Isabel. "I failed you."

"You did," said Isabel, her voice filled with anger. "You allowed the first adult we ever trusted with our secret to die. I think it's only fair that you die as well."

"Isabel!" shouted Che'koth. "You don't mean that."

"Don't I?" Isabel snapped. "Jim was there for us every time we needed him. He put his life in jeopardy for us, and this is how we repaid him, but letting him die."

"So be it," said Lynran, standing in front of Isabel. "If the Princess feels that I should die, then that is what must happen.'

Isabel raised her hand and pointed it at Lynran, who stood stoically, waiting for the burst of energy that would end her life. An eternity passed in that moment, and Isabel lowered her hand and cried.

"I can't, it's wrong," she cried. "I'm not like that, really I'm not. I'm not a monster like Kivar."

"No my precious love, you are not," said Lynran, moving to take Isabel into her arms. As she spoke, her appearance changed, until she stood before them, looking exactly like the woman who had spoken to them through the communicator so many years before.

"Look!" shouted a voice. "There, next to King Zan and Princess Vilondra. It's King Drinian and Queen Kitana!"

Max and the others stared in shocked amazement at the places where Che'koth and Lynran had stood. The two people standing there resembled an older version of Max and Isabel.

"Is it?" Max started to ask than stopped.

"Come, my son," said Drinian. We don't have much time."