Title: The touched
Author: Mira
Rating: Maybe a PG-13
Pairing: Max/Liz, Maria/Michael, Isabel/Alex, Isabel/Jesse, Kyle/Ava so far.
Category: Roswell, may slightly crossover into other fandoms but mostly it's AU post series.
Disclaimer: Roswell and any other shows making guest appearances here belong to people that don't happen to be me or anyone I know or am related to. I have no money and nothing worth pawning for cash. So please don't sue. Some of the strangers in my story are OC and belong to me so please ask me if you want em.
Spoilers: Basically anything from all seasons from 'the Pilot' through 'Graduation'.
Feedback: Feedback is very neat if you have the time. :D I like to know how to make it better and maybe even where to go next.
Summary: Ten years post-'Graduation' the decision that Max made one Christmas comes back to haunt the aliens and those close to them.
Prologue
The King sighed as he settled into another cheap motel bed, the familiar itch of mass purchased bedspreads rustling against his bare arms. His beloved Queen was already far gone in sleep, her long hair fanned against the bleach white pillows as she wriggled to try to find a comfortable spot. They were on the move again after a long period of relative stability. Fortunately, this change of scenery was routine, a just in case… not like the one a year before when a run in with the local feds had almost spelled disaster for the whole royal family. In the next bed, he could see the familiar tousled heads of two of his peacefully sleeping children which always succeeded in bringing a smile to his face, even when he had what his kids liked to call the 'broodies'. He had been smiling a lot lately; things were after all looking up for once. Maybe they could all finally settle down for good this time, stop running and raise their families in peace and relative normalcy. The neon motel vacancy sign flickered and buzzed in a nod to nostalgia, seeing as neon signs had been disappearing from almost everywhere else to be replaced by the new and improved plasma screens. As he started to drift off to sleep to try and dream of the better future he would provide for his family, friends and subjects he was vaguely aware of an increased restlessness in his wife's sleep. He brushed off a little nagging worry chalking her restlessness up to her advanced stage of pregnancy.
The Queen lay there, time and possibility pulsing through her whole body, wave after wave of premonition filling every cell and the very fiber of her being, the power of the visions only amplified by the hybrid child she carried. The day she had been dreading for more than a decade was now upon them and their Enemy was coming to conquer and destroy everything she held dear--her family and her home. They all had done everything in all of their powers, both alien and earthly, to stave off the coming onslaught. The King had even come back in time, appearing in her childhood room full of warnings about this day. She had done as he'd asked; however, he had neglected to warn them of Tess' duplicity and Khivar's pervasive corruption. Had he known about the unexpected powers the human/hybrid partners would discover, gaining strength in their cooperation? She fleetingly wondered if he could have possibly known the consequences… by trying to keep Tess at their side, he had left them even more vulnerable when they lost her to betrayal and sacrifice instead of to neglect and jealousy as the future king had feared.
In the bleak potential of war and strife her vision was caught by a soft glimmer of hope and light. The vision wavered like a mirage and finally settled on a small raven haired woman standing with eyes downcast, her small form preternaturally still. The darkness loomed towards her and suddenly the dark haired woman looked up instantly wary. The Queen was shocked, but the force of her premonition moved her forward. It was Tess. Their eyes met for a brief moment. Then Tess' gaze turned back to the darkness, her large eyes widening briefly. Tess took up a shining sword and stood firmly, her body a small but fiery shield. Behind her small frame, the glow was growing brighter coalescing into a nursery full of children. The Queen's vision moved in for a closer look. Behind her, Kyle Valenti joined the dark haired Tess carrying a fearsome spear and shield and moving to also defend the nursery from the encroaching darkness. The glow surrounding the children grew brighter as they ran and played with wooden swords and spears laughing and morphing from toddlers to teens and back again, some juggled flame and some juggled Tabasco sauce.
One of the girls, currently a teen dropped her swords and approached the Queen. She seemed impossibly young to the Queen. She couldn't believe that she too had once been this age. The girl had long, bone straight honey brown hair hanging in acurtain to herankles. She fixedknowing black eyes on the Queen. She seemed to find what she was looking for in the Queen's eyes. Solemnly she handed the Queen a shining bow of smooth golden wood inlayed with silver and an ivory wrought quiver with just one gleaming black arrow. As the Queen accepted the weapon from theslender teen the hopeful glow grew nearly blinding and a voice sounded around them pressing in and through the two of them. The words tasted of power, but the Queen found she could not decipher their meaning. They felt ancient and terrible and set her spirit trembling. Once the echo of the words faded from the vision but not from her mind, the girl took another step towards the Queen. Just behind the nursery, the darkness had outflanked the two defenders. Very softly she whispered urgently to the Queen looking suddenly afraid, "Find the answer, save the children…" The darkness swelled and the girl turned and screamed, "The Dagger!" She picked up a sword and ran towards the darkness, but then disappeared. The vision abruptly fled the Queen and she felt herself falling…
Sydney awoke quite suddenly as her body made hard contact with the floor.
