Disclaimer in first chapter. If I owned them I wouldn't need a day job. Except Alexa and Nicolas, they belong to me but I still don't get any money.

Pairings: Max/Liz, Michael/Maria

A/N: My story assumes that the humans that Max heals become transformed and have the potential to become hybrids themselves. So the whole gang is basically alien.

Across town, a very anxious, not to mention very pissed off family was holding a council of war. The tensions in the dingy motel room were running extremely high as they all tried to come to terms with their current situation. Max was, as usual, the most outwardly calm, his anger held tightly in check by his burden of responsibility and his sense of guilt. He felt that he had failed in his duty to his family and to his dearest friends. He hadn't been there to protect them and their enemies had been able to sneak up, abduct the twins, and very nearly kill their protector. He hadn't felt this level of helplessness since high school when times had been so very dangerous. He just prayed to whatever higher power might be listening that this was not a precursor of perilous times to come.

There had been no warning, no visions to alert the tight-knit family group that two of their most precious members were in immediate danger. The twins' parents were absolutely furious; their powers dangerously out of control. Isabel and Liz had wisely removed the more valuable and volatile objects from the room, hoping to avoid the worst of the inevitable cleanup work involved in a joint Michael-Maria tantrum. Of the power laden group, the Guerrins had the most volatile powers and tempers to match. One day had passed since the abduction and everyone's nerves were shot, and it was all that the others could do to keep the two distraught parents from attempting to level the whole city in their search for their missing children.

They had all been about to relocate in just a few more days, their alien natures and the FBI warrants out for their arrest making it difficult to stay put for very long even with their ability to manipulate paperwork and appearances. They had carefully disengaged from the community and had put Kyle had been on babysitting detail, while the others worked rapidly and with the efficiency of experience to disassemble their makeshift lives into a few essential boxes and the back of their two vans, making sure that they left behind nothing of note, just a few fuzzy memories and some extremely misleading paperwork. Kyle had been relieved and happy to get the baby detail as it allowed him to do two of his favourite things in the whole world, avoid Isabel in dictator mode, and spend time with his favourite alien hybrids, the three-year old Guerrin twins. He hadn't spent a lot of time around children of any age before leaving Roswell, so it had been a bit of a shock to everyone when the twins and he had got on together like a house on fire. If they weren't stuck to one or both of their parents, they were usually clinging to Kyle.

It should have been a routine move, they had done it many times before and there had been no indications that they were in any danger that they should hurry. And still... Kyle had been struck from behind with no warning in the deserted parking lot of a Dairy Queen across the street from their apartment complex. Recovering from the initial blow quickly, he spun around to face his attackers, moving his precious charges behind him and instructing them to run home as fast as they could. Kyle hoped that he could give them enough time to alert their parents and get to the safety of five very protective aliens with extremely formidable powers. With adrenaline pumping, Kyle reached his hand out to blast his attackers away from the littlest aliens but was stunned when they shrugged it off and moved quickly out of his range. Stunned and worried, he reached out again but was stopped by the sharp explosion blossoming from his chest. He staggered and struggled to remain standing. He didn't want the twins' last memory of him be violent or frightening. He tried to smile and waved them on. The twins hesitated for just one moment and were as quickly incapacitated by far less violent means. As he fell, the last thing he had been able to see were his charges being hustled into the back of a black sedan.

Liz had found him bloody and dying in the parking lot minutes later. Now, he was pacing back and forth, Max having worked his alien mojo on him in the nick of time like he always seemed to when one of them inevitably got shot in the performance of their alien duties. Kyle had been prepared to die for his charges but he was equally prepared to kill to protect them. Nicolas and Alexa Guerrin were his reason to wake up in the morning, and he was itching to do great amounts of bodily harm to their abductors. Liz and Isabel were trying frantically to mentally locate the twins, knowing that once they were located there would be pain. Lots of it… and just when the anxious parents and really everyone else was about to burst from worry and anger, Isabel made contact.

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