Title: To Give Up Forever

Rating: No higher than PG-13

Pairings: All conventional, except I have Kyle and Serena together (again, I'm very unoriginal.)

Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.

Summary: Liz is a poor Irish Immigrant working for a rich New York Family, the Evans. Of course interest is sparked but their romance ignites fire throughout the early 20th century New York Society, as well as opening old wounds within their own families.

Author's Note: I just thought this would be a fun time period to publish in. I'm obsessed with historicals, because I'm obsessed with history, but I hope you enjoy. I know it's not all historically accurate, but what is really? I have had this idea for a long time but I wanted to finish my other two fics before starting on a brand new one. I'm hoping to get a post a week up. Also if anyone knows of a story that goes by this title, please let me know, because it sounds very familiar.

Galway, Ireland 1895

Run, run far away from the city. Faster, faster, you're going to get caught.

Her little legs carried her straight into a dead end. She looked around for a crawl space as her brother had taught her. She was small enough to fit almost anywhere.

Dear God certainly she was old enough to not need her brother looking after her. At eight, most girls usually had younger siblings to look after. She didn't need him.

But how she ached for Kyle now. She was shivering cold and she was trapped.

"Come here, you." The voice was rough and as smelly as the hand that reached for her. She knew better than to scream. It would only bring more.

"Don't please, sir." She twisted away but the hand held even tighter.

"Hold still." His breath was in her face and she couldn't breath. She had heard of this happening but she couldn't believe it.

"No." She struggled. Remembering something her brother told her she brought her knee up. Hard.

"You little wench!" He rolled off of her.

She took the moment to stand and dash off around the corner and straight into someone else.

She began kicking and screaming not again, not again.

"Stop. Hold still, Lizzie."

She felt arms go around her, arms she knew well. She snuggled into them, hoping he would take her away. "Kyle."

"Come along home now, little girl." He swept her into his arms. He was ten years older than she. "What have I told you about being on the streets alone?"

"Papa needed something."

"What is so darned important you had to go outside?"

"Papa." Liz just shook her head.

"I told you many a times, Elizabeth. It's not safe." He pulled her against him. God he wanted to get her out of here, this isn't somewhere where a little girl should have to grow up.

He pulled her inside the old building and up the rickety stairs. They avoided the people in the hallways. The smell of liquor hung heavily in the halls.

"It's about time you children be getting home." Jeff Parker was in the living room.

"Why'd you let, Lizzie out?" Kyle asked shaking visibly. His father was drunk again.

"What happened to her?" Nancy Parker asked her son and took the small girl from his arms.

"Papa sent her out." Kyle glared at the man.

She had no idea, not like she could have done anything to stop him anyway. She was a failure as a mother.

"We're going to America." Jeff announced to the kids.

"Don't jest, Papa." They didn't have the kind of money it took to get passage.

"Aunt Amy sent money and we've been saving up our own." Nancy said, speaking of her sister. "We need to leave soon, we'll be going to New York." Her voice changed when she spoke of New York, there was a softer tone to her voice.

"America then." He nodded and headed out the door.

Three Months Later, Ellis Island

"Mama!" Liz shouted as she was taken from her arms.

"Hush, child." Spoke the man whose arms she was in.

She sniffed and wiped her eyes. It was loud here and she could barely hear anything. She strained to hear him.

"Can you stand?" The man asked.

She nodded and he set her on the floor. She stood tall as her parents and Kyle had told her to do. It was one of the few times that her father was sober enough to help her.

"Good." The man gave her an uncaring smile and told her to walk.

She did and without the tiniest limp.

"Go on." He pointed to the next man and she flew to her father. She had no idea where they had taken Kyle.

"Open your mouth, Girl." The next doctor said.

She did so and a tongue depressor was shoved down her throat. "Move on." He said and her mother lead her to the next inspection officer.

This man had a cruel button holder to flip her eye up to check for trachoma. She blinked hard and flinched back.

He marked something on her card and passed on. He did the same thing to her papa and mama.

"What is your name?" A man at a table asked.

"Elizabeth Anne Parker, sir" She told him.

"And your age."

"Eight years, sir."

"Is this your father?"

"Yes, sir"

"And your mother?"

"Yes, sir."

"And your mother's name?"

"Nancy McCormick Parker, Sir."

"And your father?"

"Jeffery Ryan Parker, Sir."

"Where do you come from?"

"Galway, Sir."

He passed her along.

She was directed to another stand away from her parents. She screamed for her but they pulled Liz away from her. "Mama!" She cried.

"Hush, girl, we just need to check you over."

She stopped struggling because there was no use. She could still see her father holding her mother and staring after her making sure she was ok.

They unbuttoned her dress and pulled it down to her waist. She shivered even though she wasn't cold.

They put a cold instrument up to her back.

"Deep breath, girl."

She took a deep breath.

"Again."

She did so.

She stepped back when they were finished and waited for them to button her dress up. They didn't and pushed her out of the room.

Liz ran to her father who spun her around and buttoned up her dress for her before giving a glare to the people who had done it to her.

They walked to another room crowded with people. The air was thick in the summer heat. She held on tight and waited patiently next to her father while her mother's lungs were inspected twice by two different doctors.

Five hours later, they walked towards the doors to America.

"Well, we did it, Nancy."

"Are we going to America, Papa?"

"Yes, as soon as we find your brother."

Liz was once again lifted into her father's arms where she felt the safest—provided he was sober and Kyle wasn't around.

"Where is he?" He had been pulled aside earlier.

They walked outside to where the ferry would take them across to New York. They hoped he would be waiting for them.

"Look, Papa. There's Kyle, he has our belongings!" She hopped down and ran to him. "Kyle where'd you go?" She hugged him.

"I had to get a few more tests, they didn't like the way my mouth looked." He hid the fear he had felt when he thought that he would be left alone in America without his sister or worse—be sent back. He hugged her close. "You passed without problem, I see?"

"Yes." Her eye still blinked fiercely. "I was so scared."

"So was I, little girl." He told her as he lifted her onto his shoulders and headed towards the ferry to take them to America.

"Max, come along." Diane Evans called to her son.

"Mom, who are all these people?"

"They come from other parts of the world." His father answered with a deep disdain in his voice.

"Didn't we?" Asked Max.

"Way before the revolution, we came from England, Max."

"Where are they from?" He stopped and looked at the boat full of people. A little girl caught his eye. She looked to be about his age.

Her eyes were large and brown as he stared at her. Her face was dirty and she held tight to an older man's hand. "Come along, Elizabeth."

Max and Liz stopped to stare at each other. "They come from Ireland, come Max." Diane grabbed his hand and pulled her along behind her.

He turned to look at her once more but she was gone.

TBC?