Title: Hedging Her Bets
Author: blackknight5
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Four Aliens and Baby & Roswell Books "A New Beginning" and "Nightscape".
*Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone who reviewed my story. Although my original plan was to make this a stand alone story after completing it I felt there was a lot more to write about. Still the support of those of you who have reviewed my story has been a big help. I hope you enjoy this next part as much as the first one.*
Part 2
December 18th, 2002: Journal Entry One. My Name is Liz Evans. On September 23, 1999 I died. After that my life became really interesting...
Liz sighed as she considered the first line of her journal. It was too much like her first one. The one she had sent her father after they had all escaped Roswell after the Special Unit attacked their high school graduation. For so long she and the others had been so busy avoiding the Special Unit, or other threats she hadn't been able to write in her journal which Max had picked up for her. In fact for awhile she'd forgotten she had it. Now she found herself struggling to fill it, and she really couldn't explain why.
No, that wasn't true; she knew exactly why she was trying forcing herself to write in her journal. For the last few weeks her dreams had been shattered by nightmares that were not quite premonitions. She didn't want to worry the others particularly her new husband, Max, had enough to worry about with the Special Unit chasing them. So Liz had decided to pick up her journal. When she was little and something happened she'd written it down in her journal. The act of placing her emotions down on paper had made them more solid. Something her logical mind could work through, and right now she desperately needed that.
The first dream had begun shortly after they had killed Nicholas. At night Liz had begun having something that walked the line between dreams and nightmares. Liz would find herself in a dark place with a bright light shinning down on her. Then a voice would start speaking. "Who are you?" It would ask.
She would answer, "I'm Liz Evans."
The voice would just laugh, and then a black hooded figure would move to the edge of the circle of light around Liz. The black figure was just about Liz's height whose face was covered in darkness.
The figure would ask Liz again, "Who are you?"
Then before Liz could answer the figure would raise its hand, and a blast of energy would hit Liz. Liz would feel herself go flying backward into the blackness. She would wake up just after that, and always felt like she was missing something, like just before she'd woken up she'd heard a voice that was trying to tell her something. Something that was desperately important, but she could never remember. Max had been there holding her when she'd woken up from that dream the first time. The love and concern on his face had comforted her beyond anything she'd imagined possible. Still for some reason she felt like she couldn't tell him about the dream, or anyone else not even Maria.
She managed to convince Max that she'd just had a flashback to fighting Nicholas in the cellar, but she knew that this was something else. Not all her dreams were the same. The first one was always there, but then there were two others. The second dream had Liz back in the Crashdown repeating the events leading up to when she was shot except that just as the gun was fired everything and everyone disappeared. Suddenly in front of her was the black figure.
Its gravely voice questioning her, "Don't you see?"
"See what?" Liz asked.
"The path. The first choice on any journey. The decision to take the first step," the robed figure replied as it disappeared and the room of people reappeared with Liz waking up just as the bullet hit her. Closing her eyes for a second to suppress the memory of the bullet entering her stomach, Liz took the moment to look around the van. Max, her beautiful husband is sleeping right next to her after driving eight hours the previous night. His head resting against the rear window although if she wasn't writing in her journal Liz was sure his head would be lying across her lap. Kyle was also sleeping, and Isabelle was reading. Michael and Maria were up front with Michael driving.
Liz had started thanking as many deities as possible that today the two of them were not in the middle of some argument. The fiery couple usually could not go very long without a shouting match, but for some reason they seemed calmer today. Which had given Liz the peace and quiet for her to write in her journal, and for that Liz was eternally grateful. Now Liz focused back on the journal, and the last dream. The last dream begins with her and "Future Max" dancing. Then suddenly he disappears, and Liz is surrounded by Tess, Kyle, Michael, Maria, Isabelle, Alex, and Max. Tess speaks first, "Protect my son."
Before Liz can respond Tess disappears, and the rest of the group move closer. Kyle is the next one to speak. His face hard and serious, "It was your choice Liz. It is too late to turn back now."
"I don't understand. Kyle what is going on?" Liz pleads, but Kyle disappears before he can answer.
In his place Michael steps forward. "Come on Liz. Even I could figure this out."
Now Maria comes forward, "Do you really need us to tell you? Can you not see it? Spaceboy and me, you and the king. It is the path we have chosen to walk."
"What do you mean? What do you mean it's the path I've chosen?" Liz should have recognized the pattern by now as both Michael and Maria disappeared before her question could be explained or answered.
Now Isabelle moves over to Liz. Isabelle stares directly into Liz's eyes. "You need to let go Liz. Because it is so clear it takes along time to realize it."
Isabelle steps back as Alex comes forward. Alex laughs. "Liz don't be afraid. You've accepted this along time ago. It is who you are. You just need to say it. You have to be ready. You are the key for what is to come."
Liz didn't know what to say, and soon only she and Max were left. Max starts to move toward her when the black robed figure reappears. The figure raises his hand, and fires a blast of energy at Max. Liz tries to scream, but nothing comes out. The blast sends Max flying over the edged, and no matter how much Liz wants to, she can not move to save him. The black figure moves toward her. The gravely voice speaking, "Admit it. Say who you are!"
Then the dream would melt away, and she would be awake. Yet even after writing it all none of it made sense. All I have right now is pain in my wrist from writing this all down. Just then the day long truce between Michael and Maria evaporated as the combustible couple erupted.
"Now listen Spaceboy, you had better take that back or I will make sure you never get the opportunity to enjoy being a man ever again!"
Royal Palace, Antar
Khivar found himself prowling the empty halls of the palace like a caged animal. Nicholas had not made contact for weeks, and his other agents had lost track of the royal four after their departure from Roswell. Ahh, how had his plans failed so completely? Only Tess had known enough of her past to have evaded him, and she had been working for him. Or at least that had been his assumption till she'd returned without Max, Michael, and Isabelle. He would have forgiven her for that had she returned with the royal heir, but in that too she had been a failure.
Beyond all logical reasoning these children were preventing him from securing the prize he had surely won so long ago. Antar was his. Its people, its cities, its power was all his. How dare some half-breeds threaten all that! Khivar struggled to bring his temper under control. Every time he had let his temper dictate his actions his plans had gone even further out of his control. This was why the hybrids existed in the first place although he'd made sure the resistance paid for that mistake. His rage at Tess returning without the royal heir had allowed her to access the archives, and steal a ship to return to Earth. His anger that Vilandra would marry a human had caused him to act rashly. Although he was sure if he had more time he would once more have had her at his side.
He must remain calm, and make sure his plan was thorough so that such mistakes did not occur again. His agents on Earth had confirmed Tess's death which meant that the Royal Four was broken. Without both the King and Queen the others would not be effective enough to stop him. Then a thought occurred to him. All his plans had revolved around bringing the Royals to Antar. Perhaps it was time to bring his forces to Earth. He could even take revenge on the human that had married Vilandra, and eliminate the only threat to his reign where the resistance would be unable to help them.
A grim smile appeared on Khivar's face as the plan began to form in his head. The humans own paranoia would assist him. After all they where hunting Max just as seriously as he. Khivar turned around, and began heading towards the communication center of the palace. By tomorrow the first wave of troops would prepare for Earth. He would be careful, and make sure that this time there would be no escape.
Author: blackknight5
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Four Aliens and Baby & Roswell Books "A New Beginning" and "Nightscape".
*Author's Note: I would like to thank everyone who reviewed my story. Although my original plan was to make this a stand alone story after completing it I felt there was a lot more to write about. Still the support of those of you who have reviewed my story has been a big help. I hope you enjoy this next part as much as the first one.*
Part 2
December 18th, 2002: Journal Entry One. My Name is Liz Evans. On September 23, 1999 I died. After that my life became really interesting...
Liz sighed as she considered the first line of her journal. It was too much like her first one. The one she had sent her father after they had all escaped Roswell after the Special Unit attacked their high school graduation. For so long she and the others had been so busy avoiding the Special Unit, or other threats she hadn't been able to write in her journal which Max had picked up for her. In fact for awhile she'd forgotten she had it. Now she found herself struggling to fill it, and she really couldn't explain why.
No, that wasn't true; she knew exactly why she was trying forcing herself to write in her journal. For the last few weeks her dreams had been shattered by nightmares that were not quite premonitions. She didn't want to worry the others particularly her new husband, Max, had enough to worry about with the Special Unit chasing them. So Liz had decided to pick up her journal. When she was little and something happened she'd written it down in her journal. The act of placing her emotions down on paper had made them more solid. Something her logical mind could work through, and right now she desperately needed that.
The first dream had begun shortly after they had killed Nicholas. At night Liz had begun having something that walked the line between dreams and nightmares. Liz would find herself in a dark place with a bright light shinning down on her. Then a voice would start speaking. "Who are you?" It would ask.
She would answer, "I'm Liz Evans."
The voice would just laugh, and then a black hooded figure would move to the edge of the circle of light around Liz. The black figure was just about Liz's height whose face was covered in darkness.
The figure would ask Liz again, "Who are you?"
Then before Liz could answer the figure would raise its hand, and a blast of energy would hit Liz. Liz would feel herself go flying backward into the blackness. She would wake up just after that, and always felt like she was missing something, like just before she'd woken up she'd heard a voice that was trying to tell her something. Something that was desperately important, but she could never remember. Max had been there holding her when she'd woken up from that dream the first time. The love and concern on his face had comforted her beyond anything she'd imagined possible. Still for some reason she felt like she couldn't tell him about the dream, or anyone else not even Maria.
She managed to convince Max that she'd just had a flashback to fighting Nicholas in the cellar, but she knew that this was something else. Not all her dreams were the same. The first one was always there, but then there were two others. The second dream had Liz back in the Crashdown repeating the events leading up to when she was shot except that just as the gun was fired everything and everyone disappeared. Suddenly in front of her was the black figure.
Its gravely voice questioning her, "Don't you see?"
"See what?" Liz asked.
"The path. The first choice on any journey. The decision to take the first step," the robed figure replied as it disappeared and the room of people reappeared with Liz waking up just as the bullet hit her. Closing her eyes for a second to suppress the memory of the bullet entering her stomach, Liz took the moment to look around the van. Max, her beautiful husband is sleeping right next to her after driving eight hours the previous night. His head resting against the rear window although if she wasn't writing in her journal Liz was sure his head would be lying across her lap. Kyle was also sleeping, and Isabelle was reading. Michael and Maria were up front with Michael driving.
Liz had started thanking as many deities as possible that today the two of them were not in the middle of some argument. The fiery couple usually could not go very long without a shouting match, but for some reason they seemed calmer today. Which had given Liz the peace and quiet for her to write in her journal, and for that Liz was eternally grateful. Now Liz focused back on the journal, and the last dream. The last dream begins with her and "Future Max" dancing. Then suddenly he disappears, and Liz is surrounded by Tess, Kyle, Michael, Maria, Isabelle, Alex, and Max. Tess speaks first, "Protect my son."
Before Liz can respond Tess disappears, and the rest of the group move closer. Kyle is the next one to speak. His face hard and serious, "It was your choice Liz. It is too late to turn back now."
"I don't understand. Kyle what is going on?" Liz pleads, but Kyle disappears before he can answer.
In his place Michael steps forward. "Come on Liz. Even I could figure this out."
Now Maria comes forward, "Do you really need us to tell you? Can you not see it? Spaceboy and me, you and the king. It is the path we have chosen to walk."
"What do you mean? What do you mean it's the path I've chosen?" Liz should have recognized the pattern by now as both Michael and Maria disappeared before her question could be explained or answered.
Now Isabelle moves over to Liz. Isabelle stares directly into Liz's eyes. "You need to let go Liz. Because it is so clear it takes along time to realize it."
Isabelle steps back as Alex comes forward. Alex laughs. "Liz don't be afraid. You've accepted this along time ago. It is who you are. You just need to say it. You have to be ready. You are the key for what is to come."
Liz didn't know what to say, and soon only she and Max were left. Max starts to move toward her when the black robed figure reappears. The figure raises his hand, and fires a blast of energy at Max. Liz tries to scream, but nothing comes out. The blast sends Max flying over the edged, and no matter how much Liz wants to, she can not move to save him. The black figure moves toward her. The gravely voice speaking, "Admit it. Say who you are!"
Then the dream would melt away, and she would be awake. Yet even after writing it all none of it made sense. All I have right now is pain in my wrist from writing this all down. Just then the day long truce between Michael and Maria evaporated as the combustible couple erupted.
"Now listen Spaceboy, you had better take that back or I will make sure you never get the opportunity to enjoy being a man ever again!"
Royal Palace, Antar
Khivar found himself prowling the empty halls of the palace like a caged animal. Nicholas had not made contact for weeks, and his other agents had lost track of the royal four after their departure from Roswell. Ahh, how had his plans failed so completely? Only Tess had known enough of her past to have evaded him, and she had been working for him. Or at least that had been his assumption till she'd returned without Max, Michael, and Isabelle. He would have forgiven her for that had she returned with the royal heir, but in that too she had been a failure.
Beyond all logical reasoning these children were preventing him from securing the prize he had surely won so long ago. Antar was his. Its people, its cities, its power was all his. How dare some half-breeds threaten all that! Khivar struggled to bring his temper under control. Every time he had let his temper dictate his actions his plans had gone even further out of his control. This was why the hybrids existed in the first place although he'd made sure the resistance paid for that mistake. His rage at Tess returning without the royal heir had allowed her to access the archives, and steal a ship to return to Earth. His anger that Vilandra would marry a human had caused him to act rashly. Although he was sure if he had more time he would once more have had her at his side.
He must remain calm, and make sure his plan was thorough so that such mistakes did not occur again. His agents on Earth had confirmed Tess's death which meant that the Royal Four was broken. Without both the King and Queen the others would not be effective enough to stop him. Then a thought occurred to him. All his plans had revolved around bringing the Royals to Antar. Perhaps it was time to bring his forces to Earth. He could even take revenge on the human that had married Vilandra, and eliminate the only threat to his reign where the resistance would be unable to help them.
A grim smile appeared on Khivar's face as the plan began to form in his head. The humans own paranoia would assist him. After all they where hunting Max just as seriously as he. Khivar turned around, and began heading towards the communication center of the palace. By tomorrow the first wave of troops would prepare for Earth. He would be careful, and make sure that this time there would be no escape.