Title:
Two Worlds Collide
Author: Jillian
Disclaimer: I
do not own anything related or revolving around Roswell, including
Roswell itself. So don't sue, you'll probably only get a penny
anyways...
Rating: R, for now.
Summary: Not
really good at summarys... Maria isn't exactly normal, she was
adopted by Jim and Amy Valenti. Moved to LA with her mother and
brother when she was a child and now that she's 17, a senior in high
school, is moving back with her small family, to Roswell, New
Mexico... the only plus is being closer to her father. But she's
going to find out more answers about her past than she ever
wanted.
Story Notes: Everything that happened on the show
for seasons one and two have still happened, only Kyle and Maria
weren't there (Though Jim still found out and helped the aliens) and
Alex didn't get killed, though Tess and Nesado took off for a bit,
and that will be explained later. And there have been a few altered
details into the pod squad that will be known soon enough.
Author's Note: My first story, other than stories written for school, so I hope whoever reads this, likes it. Also going to be told from Maria's POV.
Prologue
"Meara! You must do whats right! Do you hear me! Do you understand? No more of the running around, no more of it, I will not stand for it.. I can't.." I knew she meant well as she ranted and raved, walking back and forth in my chambers, concern etched in her never aging face, but she didn't understand.. I was already in too deep and I couldn't turn back now to follow rules I had never lived by. Didn't she understand, she had to, she had gone through the same thing that I was going through now... but I knew it was different just the same.
"Mother... please.." My words came out so quietly that I was surprised she even heard them. Tomorrow I'd be marrying a man I didn't love, a man who wanted me because of my father, because my father was a king and he needed royality to marry. "I can't... don't make me do this, let me leave, let me go to him..."
"You know I have no say so, it's your father's rules.. it the rules of our people." She came and sat next to me and I closed my tearful eyes and she stroked my hair.
"I can't marry Khivar, we both know what he will do to me.. He'll make me his slave.." It was the same as when his own father had ruled, the queen had been placed in the background, had been made to serve his every wish and bear him children, nothing else, and I was about to be put in that same situation. I opened my eyes and tried to reach reason with her, "I love him.. I love Rath, don't make me do this.. please!"
I woke with a jolt from the dream I had been having, memories really. My head banged against the car window and I turned to see mom driving silently and Kyle snoring in the backseat. The dreams had been getting more intense as soon as I began remembering my past, memories of a different past life, of a one true love, a forced marriage.. a war..
I silently scoffed at myself and rolled my eyes. Past life, true love, forced marriage, war? Yeah right, I'd been cooped up in this car reading too much is what it is. Again with the denying. I knew... that all the things I dreamt, the brief flashes I recieved on occasions were true memories, even though they scared the hell out of me... but I had powers to back it up, and I was just greatful that I had atleast one person to talk to about all of this.
My brother... or well adoptive brother. Kyle Valenti. He knew everything about me, he had been the one that had calmed me down at the age of 13 when I almost burnt down our bathroom... and the time when I was 15 and froze our English Lit teacher. He had been the one to guide me through my growing powers, though he had less knowledge about them then me, but he was it. He was that one person in all the world that could know my secret, and had kept it all his young adult life.
Most didn't know that I was adopted or that Kyle and I weren't even twins, but we pulled it off pretty well, especially since our mom.. since Amy doesn't even know that we know I was adopted. And sometimes I think that me becoming a Valenti wasn't the right thing for mom and dad to do. It tore them apart in the end. Kyle and I had often sat in the attic at home.. well our old home, and we would just talk about the day that everything went downhill, the day mom left dad, took us, and moved us to LA. Not that I mind it now, I love the city, but when we were younger, when I was younger.. the only thing I could think about was how I could get back to my.. to our dad, to our real home...
And now here we are, on our way back to that town, and all I can think about is how we should be back at home, in LA with our nice apartment. But I suppose things don't always happen the way you plan them. I planned to be finishing my senior year with all my friends, lying out on the beach on the weekends and on school breaks, spying on Kyle and whatever good looking friend he brought home.. but it wouldn't be happened.. atleast not most of it.
Mom got a job transfer. We're going back to Roswell, New Mexico. And mom keeps perking us up, telling us the things that are good about this trip. Like we'll see our childhood friends... though it'll be awkward, we hadn't talked to any besides dad from Roswell since we were like 10... but the one thing I have to agree on is.. Dad. We see him once a year and he usually flies out to us. But now... he'll be right down the street. I can't think of anything better about this move.
So here I am. Sitting in the passangers seat of my moms SUV, watching the 'Now entering Roswell' as we pass it by and I guess at all the sand.. not much life there. I forgot about this, sometime over the years I forgot about the small town that I had landed in when I was only a two years old... the town that my parents had just moved to when they found me and had been able to pull off the adoption quite well without anyone knowing...
I wonder if things changed so much? Maybe Liz Parker is still dancing on her roof top like she did when we were friends and little.. and Maybe Alex Whitman still lives here and writes his songs... and maybe this time around I'll get more answers then I could have possible gotten back in LA...
"Hey Pea Brain, your drifting off again, come back to the world of the sane." I glare over my seat at Kyle who is groggy, but smiling and awake. Maybe this time around I can watch my brother crash and burn a few times in the love department.
"Well if you exist in this world, then I think your naming it wrong.. My reality is sane, yours... well I think it's named dumbass.." I smile at him and he sticks his tongue out at me. After a few more remarks thrown back and forth, mom breaks us up with a laugh and informs us were there... our new house... and it oddly looks like our old house..
My eyes grow wide and before I can think, I'm out of the car and throwing myself into a mans arms.
"Hey Ria..." His eyes are tender and I can't believe how long it seems since I last saw him.
"Hey daddy..." I grin up at Jim Valenti, My father.
"Shove over sis, let me get some fatherly love too.. I am the favored and only son." Oh yeah... our father. Maybe coming here wasnt such a bad idea... after all, we can always make our own excitment instead of just playing a part in it like we did in LA.
TBC...
