Fandom/Universe: Roswell
Characters: Michael Guerin, Isabel Max Evans, Liz, Maria, Kyle Valenti, OC
Pairings: Maria / Michael /OC, Max/Liz, Isabel/Kyle
Spoilers/Warning: N/A
Disclaimer: Roswell and all related characters are the creation of Jonathon Dukes and Jason Katims Productions, Regency Television, 20th Century Fox Television. OC's are all ME. No infringement intended.
Summary: There's aliens in Roswell.
Status: In-Progress
Author's Note: Takes place in the last 2Seasons.
Chapter: The First Act, Part III
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Liz is waiting for Gagё as she leaves her class. Confused and curious because this time around its not like when Tess showed up. There's still a certain amount of chaos among the aliens because of Gagё and Michael's insistence that she's also an alien. But there's no threat, not overt, at least not that Liz can see. So far, Gagё has been like any normal teenager.
"Hi-." Liz steps into Gagё's path. She has an apologetic smile though she's not sure why and then the rush of teenagers in the hallway shoves them into each other. Hard.
Gagё feels the strap of her bag slide off her shoulder, the grip of Liz' hand on hers and a rush of emotions that flicker into images- like fuzzy pictures of people moving slowly. She recognizes Liz and Max. Both of them hot and heavy - that little blond crashing the party-
Gagё drags in a long breath and scoots out of Liz' reach.
"Not you too!" she mutters, her features twisting into a frustrated frown. Because really, how many more of them is she going to have to watch out for?
Liz' confused little frown draws an exasperated sigh from Gagё, who rolls her eyes as well. But when Liz reaches towards her, Gagё jerks out of reach. She grabs her bag and holds it in her arms, almost like a shield between them.
"….you…?"
"Non." Gagё shoves her way past three gawky boys and is quickly lost in the crowd.
Liz slides up against the lockers, still frowning, and waits for the hallway to clear up a little more. She's not sure what happened when they touched but she had felt so sad and lonely in that brief instant. Almost like she didn't belong…
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They had been arguing back and forth all afternoon. Tess wanted to mind wipe Gagё. She had gone so far as to remind them what an incredibly bad idea it was to tell a pair of teenaged girls who they really were. Michael couldn't disagree, that had been a stupid thing to do but but then, it was Max who had told Liz. And Max made the rules... Michael's hesitation wasn't all about their secret, but what if there was a connection? Between the new girl and the aliens... It's why he hadn't backed up Tess when she had insisted it was their only answer.
Max just wanted to find out more about Gagё, and Isabel was pretty sure Gagё was not an alien. She just couldn't prove it … or explain why Michael was able to see Rath. And repeating that 'Gagё is just different' didn't get either of them off the topic; mind wiping the new girl.
"I don't know what you were thinking." Tess insisted. "Telling people about us, who we really are… its not safe. For them or us and I don't want one more person coming into our lives. There are too many who already know the truth about us." Tess looked to Max. It hadn't been easy, earning his trust - not that she had - because he still wouldn't accept they belong together. She tried to show him, to create the life they'd had before, on Antar. And like before, he's just as stubborn, refusing to let go of what he thought he'd found.
Max still thought about Liz. He loved her. But he was also attracted to Tess. He knows if he wants to be Zan, King of Antar … its Tess who sits at his side.
But they're on Earth, light years from his home planet and the King that he used to be.
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Gagё has been avoiding all of them. She's been ditching class and her parents have finally told her to stop. Seeing as how Gagё had no intention of going to class otherwise. Too bad the crotchety old hag in the school admin office insists there's no class available she can be switched to. So she's sitting under the tree in the courtyard scowling at the grass and not thinking about the aliens in Roswell.
"Ugh!" she flicks her fork aside with the maggot squirming on the plastic pick. She wants to puke thinking of how much she ate with that bug in her food. "Gross…gah."
She takes the tray and dumps it out. The pile of maggots that over flow from the trash bin make her jump back but she bites her tongue on the scream.
Tess smirks. Her eyes skim over the quad and spots Liz. And as always, by her side, Maria. Tess rolls her eyes and turns away. She's had some fun for today. As much as she can without the others agreeing to wiping the new girl.
'An alien, hah.' she scoffs at the thought, and how could Michael have confused that human half-breed for one of them.
Maria notes the slight frown on Liz' face and follows her gaze to where she can see Tess' blond head disappear into the school. She hates that alien too, for showing up and ruining her best friends happy life.
"Come on." Maria urges, slipping her arm through Liz'. There's nothing she can say that's going to make the hurt go away. Its not like they can understand what the aliens are feeling or even thinking. And they can't get rid of Tess either, however much they'd like to.
Liz spots Alex, a slight frown on his face and he's walking towards Gagё… Liz turns back wondering if Tess had been messing with her powers. It wouldn't have been the first time…
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It's detention.
The first she's attended since they got caught in the chalk room. She'd done a pretty good job of skipping out, before parents were involved. Sometimes, Gage doesn't appreciate them behaving like parents.
She can breathe a sigh of relief, since she's the only one from the chalk room who's in attendance. It'll be an hour before she's free and there's plenty of homework to do so she starts with that. After the first two kids, she stops looking at the door, forgets to worry the aliens are gonna show up. Gage figures they've served their time and she's the only one left.
There's a raggedy foot just in her peripheral line of sight that gets her attention. Gage looks, finds the muddy boots attached to an equally dirty pair of legs and further up. She keeps her surprise in check, all she utters is a short gasp of indrawn breath and then she coughs at the overwhelming smell of rotting flesh.
The bell rings and Gage jumps to her feet. The other kids in the classroom haven't taken any interest in the zombie just standing there.
"Vis cette." (screw this) she's out the door, occasionally looking over her shoulder until she makes it to the parking lot. She draws a relieved breath only to gag on the rotting stench. When she looks over her shoulder, Gagё screams.
There's a corpse, worms falling out of it's face, skin slipping off in places and the thing is lunging towards her. She trips over her feet trying to turn around to face it while trying to back up. She lands on her ass and when she blinks, it's gone.
"Putain…" (what the fuck) she sits there, in the middle of the empty parking lot, and stares at the spot where she'd thought there was … whatever it was.
Finally, Gage decides she's going to blame the inherited voodoo from her grandmother for the hallucinations. A side effect, maybe….
Come Monday, Gage has put that hallucination out of her head. Only… she bumps into the big blond alien from the chalk room and his friend, the one she's starting to think of as the silent secret killer. He's kinda creepy with the silence and the staring.
She mutters an 'excuse me' they don't understand and hurries past them looking over her shoulder just to make sure they aren't following her.
They stare after her, a slight frown wrinkling Michael's features. Max noticed but says nothing. He's been thinking about her, about the flash Michael saw and all it took was a touch? He hasn't experienced that with Liz because he kept trying to prevent it, but now… it hasn't been easy to get a glimpse, and its nothing close to like Michael says. Max had thought it was their connection, because he loves her, and Liz had felt the same…
Now, this girl has presented another option, a chance to see more than just a glimpse of who he'd been, Zan King of Antar. What if he could see what they'd done? What if he could find a way to get them all back and take his throne… They could go home.
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The past few weeks have been… Gagё has had enough of the waking nightmares popping up whenever-wherever. She's eaten fake maggots and puked up her lunch. She almost crashed getting out of the school parking lot because of the zombie in her back seat, that was never really there. And to make the situation worse, the almost crash was with another blond that's always giving her the stink eye.
Maria isn't feeling bad for the new girl either. Not when she's caught Michael watching said new girl and ignoring Maria.
Then Gagё was woken in the middle of the night by the rotting smell in her bedroom and found herself covered in dead animals… there's been quite a few of those to keep Gagё from going to sleep. She's almost picked up the phone to call her grand-mere … but Gagё already knows what she'll say; get herself a guinea pig.
But it wasn't until Gagё saw Isabel grab the little blond demonic alien, after her noodles became worms, that it clicked. All those gross apparitions… oh, Gagё had no doubt, were all thanks to the evil little blond alien.
Gagё looked around, but didn't recognize the place.
'I fell asleep.' She had been trying to stay awake to avoid another dead animal vision from startling her awake. Of course, infomercials did not help with that.
"Hi,"
Gagё turns. She finds Isabel just a few feet away.
"I'm just here to apologize-."
"For what?" Gagё glares at her. "Haven't you been enjoying the show?"
"No, I mean we didn't-"
"Know?" Gagё laughs. "Your friend-."
"She's not." Isabel cuts in. "She's … not. And she wont bother you again. Max ordered her to stop."
"Oh, how very nice of him." Gagё snarks, crosses her arms and glares. "I'm supposed to believe her shit wasn't condoned by any of you?"
"We didn't ask her and she didn't tell us- me." Isabel sighs heavily. She cant be sure that Max didn't know but she doesn't want to believe he would order this. "I swear, I didn't know. And I wouldn't have asked her to do that."
Gagё debates whether to believe Isabel or not… she's got her grand-mere in her ear saying she needs to ask one of them to be her guinea pig.
"Uh, so…" Isabel takes a hesitant step towards Gagё and looks around. She's not really sure about where it is they are, but it looks a lot like someplace Isabel wouldn't want to be. "Where…?"
Gagё takes a quick look around and starts to smile. "New Orleans… I'm… home." She starts walking, hands trailing along the stone… she feels happy. "How'd you get us here? How- I- this is my favorite place in the city."
"What place? Where is this?" Isabel follows Gagё, sticking close because she really doesn't want to hear the next words.
"Its the old part of the cemetery off Basin Street. The St. Louis Cemetery."
"Ahh, cemetery..?" Isabel takes another couple quick steps closer to Gagё.
"Not many people care to walk around in cemeteries," Gagё takes another look at Isabel and smiles. "Which makes it a relatively safe place to be." She shrugs and stops in front of another weeping statue. "People have an inexplicable fear of the dead…I enjoy the quiet."
Isabel looks around, and wraps her arms around herself. "Yeah, its quiet…" she turns to Gagё and stares. "You're just a bit strange."
"Moi?" Gagё laughs. "Oui, I am a bit. Its inherited. My grand-mere can see what's been…Isabel, that-. Uhm, what I saw-."
"Was nothing." Isabel cut her off before Gagё could even finish trying to describe what they had both seen. "I would rather we didn't mention it. Ever. To anyone."
Gagё nodded slowly. She understood perfectly and knew Isabel was not going to be her guinea pig. It was clear that Isabel was not at all comfortable or interested in learning anything else about that other her. That left Gagё with the little-blond witch Tess who'd made it clear they would not be friends. Next up was the silent serial killer to be, Max and Gagё isn't even considering asking him because, eww No!
Gagё runs both hands through her long black hair, utters an exasperated sigh and stares up into the night sky for just a moment. Her last and only option is Michael-the-jack-ass who shoved her into a closet the very first time they met.
"What?" Isabel takes another step towards Gagё and looks around nervously.
"I'm going to wish grand-mere had never proposed the idea in the first place. But since old people are supposed to be all wise… who knows." Gagё shrugs. "It may not be so bad."
"I don't understand…" Isabel frowned slightly.
"Je sui… I'm unable to control my …'gift'. Its why we landed in that particular memory of yours." Gagё frowned as she thought about the images she saw; the dark and then; "…stars… why did we see stars?"
"Oh, uhm…" Isabel wasn't sure what lie to make up. She hadn't planned on more than the apology. This was the most she's spoken with Gagё since they'd met. "We're not from… here."
"…from… New Orleans? Or Roswell?" Gagё didn't know what Isabel was trying not to tell her but she was definitely intrigued.
"Earth." Isabel's voice was just above a whisper. She had never been the one to tell their secret. And now she had told a perfect stranger… "Please, you cant tell anyone."
"Bien sûr," Gagё nodded agreement though her eyes narrowed slightly. "Forget I said anything. I'll forget about this…" she waved her hands around the dreamscape they stood in. "…whatever voodoo you call this-."
"What- Gagё-." Isabel couldn't miss that Gagё was upset. And she didn't want that to make the new girl spill their secret
"I just told you I'm-. We are not like other girls, Isabel!" Gagё threw both hands up and turned away.
"I know. And I've never told anyone about us." Isabel hurried after her. "Gagё!"
"Qu'est-ce que tu me prends pour?" Gagё rounded on Isabel who looked at her confused. Sometimes, Gagё disliked the fact most people in the US only spoke 1 language. Mostly, she found it very inconvenient having to repeat herself. And why should she be limited to only English? How is it her fault that's the only language most Americans can speak?
"I have no idea what you just said."
"Oui, I wouldn't understand if you spoke in your alien language either." Gagё snarked.
"I don't blame you for not believing me." Isabel huffed a frustrated breath. It seemed as though telling their secret wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. Had it been this difficult for Max? "You saw…her, that other me. Her name is- was. Her name was Vilandra and she lived on Antar."
Gagё crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the ground.
"This is…my power. I can walk in your dream." Isabel waited, wondering if Gagё would believe her.
"Bien sûr, you're the alien version of our Sand Man."
Isabel sighed and tried again. "What did you see when you touched Michael?"
"…stars and…he was playing with… fire…" Gagё rolled her eyes. "So now he's an alien too? And what about Liz?"
"What about her?" Isabel frowned. "She… sort of dated my brother and now she doesn't."
"And she's an alien."
"No." Isabel shook her head.
"No?" Gagё echoed, confused.
"She's completely human." Isabel assured. "My brother, Tess, Michael and I… we're… not all human."
"Oh, uh-hmm." Gagё wasn't sure she understood but then Isabel took a breath and started talking about clones and war and being hunted by the evil liar that took over and killed the royal four on Antar.
"I've never told anyone about us."Isabel knew it was too late to have second thoughts but she still felt like maybe it had been a mistake. "Will you keep our secret?"
"What secret?" Gagё smiled. She had to force her face to into it but she did. "I know nothing about aliens in Roswell."
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Gagё has to work up her courage to approach Michael and the first step in the plan requires her to return to the Crash Down. She's going to sit there, suffering through Maria's 'tude while waiting out Michael's shift. The little blond is overly jealous about her not-boyfriend he's claimed to be. She orders another cheeseburger and fries, taking her time to eat when she's got knots in her stomach. The plan is really a dumb idea and more than once she starts to leave but then changes her mind. What else is she going to do? Because she can't avoid touching people indefinitely, fearing they'll give her flashes of their past lives or glimpses into the future...
That's her fear.
Knowing things about people that she shouldn't know, that they probably don't know or want to know about.
Like Isabel.
She doesn't want to know about that other life and if what Gagё has glimpsed so far is anything to go by, then Isabel is right not to want to know. Gagё is wishing she didn't believe Isabel's 'story', because… aliens? Really?
There was blood on that floor-.
Gagё pays her bill, dropping a twenty on the table and quickly walks out, otherwise, she's gonna upchuck and she doesn't want to be that girl at school come Monday.
Michael notices. He's been watching her, wondering what she's doing, if she's following him-.
"Closing time." Mr. Parker announces. "You almost done, Michael?"
"Just taking out the trash." He replies. There's a couple of plastic bags by the door, just waiting to get tossed in the dumpster out back. When he returns, Michael washes his hands again and grabs his jacket before heading into the dining room.
"Alright, good night, then." Mr. Parker smiles from the counter, he walks out from behind it and heads to the door, closing it when Michael leaves.
He walks towards the street, tugging on his jacket when he hears the squeal of metal.
She's been sitting out in the Bronco, waiting and thinking about Isabel's confession, about the things she saw that hadn't let her sleep the first few days since.
When he finally appears, Gagё gets out and slowly walks towards him. She stops a few feet away from him, still debating on this plan but she's made her choice. Whether it's the right one still remains to be seen but with all the anxious knots in her stomach, Gagё would guess its just going to be trouble.
Michael glances around, there's no one else and its late. He frowns, eyes on the girl that isn't an alien but isn't quite normal by human standards either. He studies her, hands clenching and unclenching with the memory of her biting him because he dared to cover her mouth. He kinda wants to smile and his lips twitch.
The weather is getting colder but she's standing there in cut off shots. He's been paying attention, and all he's ever seen her wear are skirts, shorts and dresses…
"I've got a proposition for you." Gagё shifts, nervously waiting for his answer, hoping he will agree and hoping he'll tell her to leave him alone. She'd be happy with either answer. Because what she's just asked, a trade of sorts, is just crazy and why did she even consider her grandmothers idea in the first place?
Michael looks her over, from the top of her dark head to the scuffed boots on her feet, thinking…
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