Yes, I know. I'm cringing right now. This is shorter than I planned but there's a reason for it. I was initially going to combine two chapters together but...AHA! I realized something.
It'd make a longer third chapter. So please stick around for that. It'll be amazing! I think...
It had been almost a full week since Lonnie and Rath had taken off with Ava to Roswell when Zan decided to check, just to see if they were there yet. If they had come back, he already knew what he would do. He would take off with Ava and never come back to New York. Just leave that life aside and stick with the world he knew. How was he supposed to rule a planet if he couldn't figure out who he was on Earth, where he had lived all his life?
Sighing, he found himself walking through the crowded streets, twisting through the hoard of people before he managed to find one of the sewer accesses they had always used to get to what they had called home. Now it seemed inevitable, him ever being able to call a place home again.
Feet sloshing through the water and other such bits of a normal New York sewer, it didn't take long for him to catch voices echoing ahead. Pausing for a moment, he found it a better idea for him to approach quieter, not knowing what either of them would do upon seeing him again. He couldn't risk anything happening yet, if they would some day have to 'duke' it out.
Sighing to himself softly, he could have sworn he heard Ava's voice. Her usual shyness, how she didn't like to stick out in front of the others much. As he finally got close enough to be in the shadows so they didn't spot him, but he could see them clear as day, he felt his stomach drop.
That was not Ava. Or at least not his Ava.
Where had that thought come from? Never before had he actually thought of her as his, but now everything seemed to be coming in a different perspective. Peering closer, he couldn't help but note that the other Zan was there, too. His double. But what did this mean? What had they done with Ava? They had no reason to kill her like they had him…it didn't piece together.
Not even bothering to listen in on the conversation, he found himself having no choice but to go to Roswell. There had to be something there. After all, there must be another set of Vilandra and Rath somewhere, and he had to find them. To figure out what was happening. More importantly, what had happened to Ava. They were all crucial to survival, even if there were two sets. There had to be something more to it all.
"You messed with the wrong king," he muttered under his breath, tone malicious as he took one last glance at Rath and Lonnie. He knew he should, but didn't even bother to warn either the Zan or Ava dupes about the two. He had more important things to worry about, and he only had a matter of time before the balance was shifted. He didn't even know if it was possible to survive if the sets mixed together. They were different genes in general. There was no way it could work.
Sighing, he turned his back quickly on the only world he knew. It was as if he didn't do it fast enough, he wouldn't be able to force himself completely away. There was only one thing in the world that seemed to matter now. That was finding Ava, and knowing what Rath and Lonnie's plans were.
This all brought him to once conclusion.
He had to get to Roswell.
Yes, that's all. I know...feel free to groan. I'm going to have one AU chapter or possibly two with Zan in...you guessed it, Roswell...before I go on to the more advanced stuff. So yes, catch some Zan/Canon Cast interaction! R/R!