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: Wow, it's finally over. And like with the end of every story, there is that strange mixture of joy and sorrow. I hadn't planned on writing this story, it was only written as a gift to thank all the people who enjoyed it's prequel, and to fill in the time before Season 2 came out on DVD. Well, the DVD's have been out for a month, and I'm just finishing now. You can pretty much bet I'll be having a Roswell Marathon this weekend. Thanks again to everyone for the fantastic feedback, and the support I needed when I didn't think I'd ever get it finished. Several people have asked if there is going to be a third installment to this series, and the answer is a tentative yes. A wonderful friend read one part of this story and said "oh, what if…."; and the seeds of an idea were planted. I can only hope that with careful nurturing, they grow and blossom into another story. Thanks again for the wonderful feedback! Majik.

Epilogue

A burst of light filled the CrashDown, accompanied by the shocked screams of the people in the café. Liz looked around, disoriented by the voyage, and realized she was lying on the floor. She felt hands pulling her up, and she fell into the welcoming arms of her parents.

"Lizzie," her dad cried, tears streaming down his face. "Lizzie, why didn't you ever tell us."

"Jeff, not now," said Nancy. "Give her a chance to, oh, I don't know," she cried in frustration, "Just give her a chance."

Liz clung to her parents, and surveyed the scene in the CrashDown at the same time. The same scene played out in various parts of the café. She smiled a little as she watched Maria's mother alternately ranting and raving, and hugging Maria and Michael tightly. Max's parents openly wept and hugged their children. Liz laughed a little, watching Alex's parents. Neither had ever been very comfortable showing their feelings, but they seemed to have gotten over that as they hugged their only son.

The only parent who reacted calmly was Jim Valenti, but that was because he had several years to adjust to the whole situation, but even he kept hugging Kyle and Ava.

"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you," Liz whispered. "But I, I just couldn't"

"I'd like to say you can always tell us anything, Lizzie," her dad said, stroking her hair. "But I think I understand why you couldn't. I'm not saying we liked it very much, but we do understand."

"Thank you," Liz whispered.

"Baby, you've been through so much," her mother said, squeezing her hand. "And you had to deal with it alone."

"No mom, I was never alone," said Liz, looking at Max. "I was never alone."

"Yes, about that," said Jeff. "We need to talk about that."

Max saw Liz looking at him, and excused himself from his parents.

"I need to go do something," he said to them. "I'll be right back."

He crossed the room, went to stand beside Liz, reached down, and took her hand in his.

"Mr. and Mrs. Parker," he said. "I just want you to know, I love your daughter very much, and there isn't anything I would do for her."

"We have an awful lot to talk about, young man," said Jeff Parker, looking very solemn. "But the first thing I need to say to you is thank you. Thank you for saving our daughter's life." He stuck out his hand but when Max put his hand in his, Jeff pulled him into a hug.

"I guess we're family now," said Philip Evans who had come to stand beside his son.

"As our we," said Alex's parents joining the group.

"You're just learning something we've known for a very long time. We're all family," said Max. "It doesn't matter who is related to who, or how. We're a family, and we always will be."

"Max is right," said Liz. "We learned a long time ago that we're stronger together than apart. We have a bond, and nothing, and nobody can break that bond."

"We don't want to, kids," said Diane Evans. "But maybe it's time to open up your selective little group and let in a few more members. If you're stronger together than apart, then you'll be even stronger with us by your side. The strength you're talking about comes from love, and remember, nobody loves you more than we do."

"I guess none of us expected you to be so understanding," said Isabel.

"Don't get us wrong," said Philip, sounding so much like the lawyer that he was, instead of a father. "We're not at all crazy about the fact that you went off and got married, but we understand why. The other thing is, you were under age when you went on your little jaunt to Vegas, and you lied on your licenses, so they're really not legal."

"Legal or not, we're married," said Michael. "And there isn't anything you can do about it."

"Well actually, there are a lot of things we could do about it, Michael, but we're not going to, so I suggest you shut up and just listen," said the Sheriff.

"What we're suggesting is you get married again, that way there isn't any question of legalities," said Amy. "And then we're going to throw you one heck of a party."

"Wait," said Diane Evans, suddenly. "Where is he, where is Zan? We so wanted him to come home with you. Is he staying somewhere else?"

"Zan wanted me to thank you for your wonderful and generous offer. I don't think you'll ever know how much it meant to him," said Max. "But one of us had to stay on Antar, and he really wanted to do it. Our, our," he stopped, unsure of how to continue.

"Our Antarian parents are alive, Mom and Dad," said Isabel, taking over for Max. "And Zan, well, Zan never had parents like we did, and he really needed to stay and be with them."

"You're parents?" whispered Diane Evans. "They're alive."

"They are," said Isabel, "And Mom, they're great, and I hope someday you get the chance to meet them, because I know they want to thank you for loving us so much. Kitana said that had she chosen herself, she couldn't have found anybody to do a better job watching over us than you and Dad did."

A knock at the door of the café caught everyone's attention, and Jeff walked over to the door and called through the glass, "We're closed for a private party."

He looked closer and drew in a resigned voice. "Oh, it's you," he said. "Max, Lizzie, there are four guys out here that say they know you from college. They show up at least once a week, looking for you."

Max and Liz walked cautiously towards the door. "You don't suppose," said Max.

"I don't know, but if it's not them, it's the Gadori," said Liz. "But we'd better check it out."

She pushed back the shade that covered the door and screamed. Within seconds, she had the door open and was screaming and laughing.

"Oh my God, guys, what are you doing here?" she shouted.

"Liz, you can't be sure it's them," cautioned Max.

"Yeah, I can," said Liz. "One thing I remembered about Nescado was his total lack of a sense of humor. And if there is one thing these guys have, it's a sense of humor."

She stepped out of the way to reveal four college students wearing togas over their clothes, and alien masks.

"Okay, I'll concede the point," said Max. "Hey guys, come on in, I'd like to introduce you to well, everybody. Everybody this is Bill, Steve, Chuck, and Dustin. They were the ones who packed up our stuff and sent it back from school."

"What stuff?" asked Nancy. "We didn't receive anything."

"Yeah, Max, about that," said Chuck. "We decided that since most of your classes were lectures, and they don't take attendance in them, you didn't really need to leave school."

"Yeah, and thanks so my incredible hacking skills, you both aced your exams for the semester," added Dustin.

"So you can go back whenever you want," added Steve.

"I even remembered to water your plants every week," added Bill, proudly.

"You guys are too much," said Max.

The four boys were quickly assimilated into the group, laughing and talking and sharing stories. Liz watched everyone she cared about relaxing and having fun for a few minutes before she grabbed her backpack and slipped up the stairs to her old room.

She climbed out her bedroom window and onto the rooftop patio. She sat on an old lawn chair and reached into her backpack and pulled out her journal.

My name is Liz Parker Evans, and today is the start of a whole new life.