Summary: (AU) Liz meets another alien while trying to escape from Roswell and the events of the end of Season 1 (the cave - you all know what I mean!)

Could this stranger, friend or foe, hold the key the Liz's own destiny?

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And now on to the next chapter …

Chapter Three: A is for Alien

Meditation was the only way to keep her from going insane. Her powers were growing at an alarming rate, and she needed her head on her shoulders if she was going to stay on top of the game. Sometimes it wasn't enough to be royalty - her throne may have been stolen out from under her, but she didn't want those loyal to her to be loyal only out of respect for her title.

She had always been the one to take charge, and even her political career in her childhood had been highly successful. She liked to think her tactical and leadership abilities were what she had inherited from her father, but considering how he had failed to take into account an uprising among his own advisors, perhaps it was better to do it on her own. Of course, she had advisors, but she liked to keep the control within her own hands. Those she trusted the most were the ones who listened to her without question and waited until she asked them before offering advice. But then, she always knew before hand what they would say; she knew them better then they knew her, and in a way, it was just another form of control.

That was why they were in San Francisco - the time of the prophesied Zai'era had come, and her visions had become clearer telling her that she would find the Prophesied One there. The Auron was becoming harder to control, and it would be sweet relief to have it joined to the Zai'era before she could give into temptation.

She had chosen this building for its location far from the general populace. It wasn't that she enjoyed the rattraps and the rank smell of rotting fish that never seemed to quite go away, but the solitude during the night hours was enough reason for her to stay. The day hours could be filled with meditation and inner reflection in the darkness of her rooms. Not that either of her companions had complained - it wasn't like them to make any protests even if they were uncomfortable, and in their silent company she had grown accustomed to this new city enough to begin the search.

The daylight had been hidden from the interior of the building with thick boards and darkly colored drapes, and the artificial light came only from the many candles placed in all the main rooms of use. It was more familiar to her; she found the candlelight to be more comforting, reminding her of the Tower back home. Focusing on the task she had given herself made it easier to relax enough to free her mind to a meditative trance, and once free of all mental boundaries, she began the search for the consciousness of the Prophesied One.

It was surprisingly easy to find her. She could feel the other presence as if they were standing beside her, and she wondered if the Auron in its box was using her as a conductor to find its mortal half. Shrugging off her thoughts, she delved deeper into the connection, probing the consciousness for the needed information before melding her own consciousness in a mental join. She was getting better at the melding - she was now able to take what she would from the other's memories without giving anything of her own, leaving a connection that would make it easier for her to join with them a next time. This time, she left only a subconscious direction for the Prophesied One to come to her, reveling in the ease of this ability. She spread herself across the mental plane, drawing the mortal to her, as one would set a lure for a special prey. The closer the Prophesied One came, she felt the connection between the two of them strengthen and sharpen.

All at once, she felt the other's fear with a sharp pain to the gut, and saw through her eyes what had frozen the mortal's body in place. Pulling herself out of the mental plane, she realized she had called out the other girl's name in her moment of fear. Her Gor'uth was by her side in a instant, but she barely gave her a glance as she reached for her long coat with a sure hand, and with a telepathic message to be ready, she was gone even as she pulled her hand free of the second arm of the black woolen material.

She arrived in the alleyway the same way she had left her room, and the suddenness of her appearance caused the mugger to yelp out a range of curses and squeeze the trigger on a reflex. Liz screamed and shrunk from the bullet, but the girl merely lifted her hand and seemed to catch the bullet in mid air before it could hit them. In response, the mugger raised his arm and emptied his chamber into the air, but none of those bullets met their mark either. Her hand still raised, she called up a shield of pure energy that absorbed the bullets completely; her only reply to his bewildered curses a smug grin that seemed to glow demonically in the dark and eerie reflection her inky violet shield seemed to throw across the alleyway.

Realizing he had no bullets left after the clicking of an empty chamber seemed to register on his muddled brain, he threw the gun at her hard, and seeing it absorbed the same way the bullets had been, he turned and tried to run. Her shield dropped, but with a grimace, she threw him telekinetically against the wall with a vicious wave of her hand, and with a sickening crunch her would-be attacker fell to the ground in a huddle. Liz backed away from the girl, and almost made it to the end of the alleyway before she turned around, but her fear seemed ridiculous when their eyes met. A wave of relief washed over her, and though a part of her knew she should still feel afraid, Liz felt instinctively that she could trust her rescuer.

With a shared smile, Liz shook herself visibly and bending down to pick up her dropped sunglasses, she sighed, "Why is it I'm always being rescued by aliens?"

The other girl's smile seemed to evaporate, but her expression still seemed to hold an openness the Liz felt drawn to inexplicably. When she spoke, her words rolled with a velvet smoothness that was relaxing and invigorating at the same time. "Well, that would explain your strange acceptance of what just happened. Usually there is screaming and running involved even at this point - or should I say more importantly at this point."

Liz pushed her hair out of her face in an awkward gesture, and shrugged saying, "I guess you already worked out that this isn't the first time it's happened to me. I reckon I must have a magnet to attract your kind - or maybe just a big neon sign that says: 'Damsel in distress - rescue me!' But, … thanks. You really did save my life. Oh, by the way; I'm Liz - Liz Parker!" Breaking off as she realized she was rambling, she shot a warm smile back at her rescuer, who responded with one of the same.

"Hi Liz, it's nice to meet you. My name is Akela,"

With a nervous giggle at how normal that sounded, Liz allowed her hand to be taken by Akela. Suddenly figuring out what Akela was about to do, Liz pulled back slightly, asking if maybe they should make sure somebody found her attacker. Akela pulled her back with a stronger grip than Liz realized she had, but her smile had not slipped when she responded, "He'll be fine - don't worry!" and Liz allowed herself to relax once more.

As they teleported out of the alleyway, Liz did not notice the careless look Akela threw back over her shoulder, nor the fact that the mugger's neck was lying in a strange, unnatural angle.

Next Chapter:

Chapter Four: "There's a Little Alien in All of Us" – Part 1

Is it a friend or an enemy that would delve uninvited into your personal thoughts? Before Liz can answer this question, she may be forced to learn a few things about herself she is NOT prepared to hear …

AN: Weelll now, did anyone expect that to happen! But then, I doubt anyone expected Liz to be so calm and just trust this new and very obvious alien! I know, I know – it seems a little rushed, but I do have a reason for her complete acceptance. Makes you wonder if Liz might be in more danger than she realizes, huh – but to truly know, you're all just gonna have to come back and read the next chapter …

Mwahahahah, yes, yes, I am evil!

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