Summary: The Parkers, Evans, Amy and Jim burn Liz's journal, after reading their kids messages one last time. Sequel to Speechless.

Disclaimer: Not mine. SO not mine.

Spoilers: S1, S2, S3. Post-Graduation

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The small group of adults stood in a small circle, unknowingly imitating the circle their children had so often created.

A small fire burned in an old oil drum.

Diane held the small leather bound book in her hands. Carefully she opened it, and reread the last message her son had sent her.

Mom, Dad, I'm happy.

Liz and I are married, and my only regret is that I didn't get to tell you how much I love you.

Thank you for looking after me for all these years, for caring for me, even though I wasn't your birth son.

Don't worry about me. I know you both will anyway, but try not to. It'll make the grey hair and wrinkles arrive sooner.

I love you both, and hope to see you again, soon. But if I don't, know this. I always loved you.

Love Max.

Her husband read the message over her shoulder, and then leant around her to flick the pages. Their daughter's last message.

Mom, Dad.

Thank you. For everything. For my life.

Thank you for adopting me, and giving me a good home for all these years. And most of all, thank you for accepting me when you found out.

Thank you for accepting Max, and letting me marry Jesse.

I love you both very much.

Isabel

Tears ran down Diane's face as she closed the book, and passed it round the circle, to Nancy and Geoff Parker.

She leant against her husband. He was the only thing she had to live for now. Him, and the slight chance that their children would return one day.

Nancy opened the book, skimming through the familiar pages of her daughter's diary. Everything that had opened over the past three and a half years.

She finally came to her daughter's last message.

So now you know the truth.

Mom, Dad, look after each other. Know that I love you both very much.

Take care.

Liz Evans

Her daughter was gone. Married, and out of Roswell. On the run from the FBI. And there was nothing she could do to help her.

Geoff had also been shocked by everything. His daughter had just been accepted to an Ivy League College. And was graduating high school.

And now, she had no high school diploma, she was eighteen, married, half alien, and on the run.

And he was scared for her.

Sighing, he passed the book on to Amy.

Mom,

I'm sorry. I didn't want to leave you, but I love Michael so much.

I couldn't let him go, you understand. I hope you do. Please mom, don't hate me. I love you so much, and I will come back one day.

Please forgive me for leaving mom.

I love you.

Ria

Amy closed her eyes against the familiar tears.

Her daughter had picked up, and left. Just like her husband had done.

But Maria was nothing like her father. Maria ran because she loved the guy she was running with.

Peter had run because he was scared to make a commitment.

She handed the book to Jim, who stood near her, ready to hold her if she broke down crying.

Jim gratefully accepted the book.

He reread the message that his son had left, the message that he was sure was burned into his memory already.

Dad.

Sorry to leave, but as you know, it was no longer safe.

Good luck with the job.

I love you dad.

Kyle.

Jim knew his son didn't need to say much. They'd already said it as they'd been leaving Roswell.

He closed the book, Liz's journal, and looked around the small group gathered.

He received nods from each person, and carefully, he chucked the journal into the flaming oil drum.

Each watched the journal burn, a part of their souls burning with it, burning with the pain of their children leaving.

Fin

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