Working Title: Between the Lines
Author: Kristin aka Kiara Alexis Klay
Rating: PG-13 for now. Mature themes might appear later.
Pairings: No ships for now. We'll see what happens.
Summary: What do you get when you add genetic supersoldiers and out of this solar system teens? Fun! Roswell/Dark Angel Crossover
Disclaimer: Roswell belongs to Katims and Melinda Metz and company. Dark Angel belongs to Fox and the wonderful team of Cameron and Eglee. The story idea, while not an original one that I can take credit for, has enough twists and story arcs that hopefully I won't infringe on someone else's creative mojo.
Note: The timeline will be altered to fit in Dark Angel frame. This is AU so some things will be vastly different.
BETWEEN THE LINES
Liz Parker groaned as she stretched further, encouraging by force to make her small, lithe body flex farther and deeper than she had pushed herself previously. She held the stretch for all of ten seconds then switched to perform the same stretch on the opposite side.
"Better," she grunted out, satisfied, as she launched herself from an almost prone position to her feet in one, smooth motion.
Liz grabbed for her sports bottle and refrained from guzzling it down, self-control allowing her to take small mouthfuls and even her breathing. She'd been at this for quite some time – 3 hours, 6 minutes, 29.9 seconds, she absently noted- in order to take her body and abilities into peak physical and mental readiness.
Had one been able to see through the basement windows her back was facing, one would have noticed, under the sweaty ponytail, a small, harmless looking tattoo as far as tattoo's went.
A series of lines, some thin, and some darkly bold, forming a pattern if one knew what it meant or what to look for.
A barcode.
"Liz!"
"Yes, Mom?" said teen shouted up toward the stairwell and sound of her adoptive mother Nancy's voice.
She slipped on a high necked light jacket who's all black with white striped sleeves matched the snug exercise pants she wore, effectively hiding the incriminating tat, and was already halfway up the stairs before she'd finished her question.
"Oh, you're done!" Nancy Parker was surprised. She'd thought Liz wasn't as close to the stairs as she'd thought - apparently she had been wrong.
"Yeah, what's up?" the tiny brunette questioned, going to her mother and giving her a hug, to which the elder Parker returned with a somewhat bemused smile.
"I just wanted you to hurry up so we can have dinner, but I see you're already finished."
"Dinner sounds great. What are we having? Nothing from the café that has cutesy little alien names like the Will Smith or Sigourney Weaver Specials is it?" Liz pulled a face that had her mother laughing.
The Parkers, well, Mr. Parker, owned and operated the local diner Crashdown Café, where Liz worked and helped out as a waitress, hostess, and sometimes manager. She was heartily unimpressed with having to eat the fruits of what she had to labor over almost seven days a week.
"No, this time I made the meal, and I promise you, no slimy green four-foot tall aliens with bug eyes this time," Nancy hastened to assure her daughter with an obviously affectionate smile, accompanied by a feather light touch of her fingers against her daughter's cheek.
Such a display was rare for mother and daughter, who weren't so often blatant in their regard with each other as daughter was with father. Even though their showing of love and affection was reserved most of the time, that didn't mean they were loathing to each other either. Quite the opposite in fact. Both women were just not very big in the gesture department, as each had their own taboos, which made for an awkward relationship at best.
"Good. I think I've had enough of aliens to last for a lifetime," the younger Parker stated, accompanied by a typical eye roll, though her tone was wryly amused at some personal joke.
Nancy didn't pick up on this, but she shook her head at her daughter's penchant for eye rolling as she turned to mount the stairs, leaving the teenager to follow in her wake.
"Oh, I invited the Evans' by the way. They should be here shortly."
Nancy Parker missed the strange look her daughter got at that news, mind already busy with plans for the upcoming dinner party, her motherly duty thus far accomplished.
So much for enough of aliens, Liz sighed, laughing at the irony.
