A/N- Thank you so much for the reviews- feedback is amazing and helps SO much! I'm not 100 percent sure where I'm going with this story yet, but the plot is forming slowly in my head as I write more and more. To answer some questions posed in the reviews, nope, no one has met Liz before. Exactly who she is and what connection she has to the group will slowly be answered throughout the story. Also, to Magali- no, I've never posted this story anywhere else other than and no worries, it will be CC. As for now, I'll end this and get on with the stories. I hope you all enjoy it, and as always, reviews are appreciated.

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Chapter Two

The clouds still hung thick in the sky as the remaining three arrived at the Evans house. They sat as five units of a greater whole, forming a circle around the bed, each of their eyes fixed nervously on the unknown soul lying in the center of them. Questions raced through their minds but no one said anything, creating an uncomfortable and pensive silence. Max looked upon each one of them, each piece of their puzzle that formed to make his life.

Isabel's features were pinched and frightened as she jumped up from her seat and paced quickly in small circles toward the far end of the room. Max flicked his gaze quickly from Isabel to Michael who sat on the chair by Max's desk. His face was placid, fixed on the girl lying in the center of the room on Max's bed. Maria sat next to him, her slight fingers wrapped tightly around Michael's left hand, a worried look fixed upon her face. Alex sat on the bed beside the girl, looking down upon her without a word.

Her arrival had been so sudden and so mysterious that Max knew he must call the others. There was no promise that this girl held any malice toward their group, but if there was one thing they'd learned over the years it was that they could never be sure of anything. So he fought against the small voice inside his head and called the others, telling them to meet him at his house as quickly as possible. He shook his head as he hung up the phone and looked down at the girl, attempting to push away that tiny, mysterious voice whispering that he should keep her secret all to himself.

"So she didn't say anything, Max?" Isabel stopped pacing and focused her gaze on her brother. "She said nothing at all?" She repeated, her eyes shifting back and forth from Max to the girl.

Max leaned back in his chair and sighed, scrubbing his fingers over his face. "No, she was unconscious when I found her. There was a knock on my window... so she must have knocked, but when I found her she was just like this. I checked to make sure she was breathing, brought her inside, dried her off, and called you all. I don't know what to think. She just looked... she looked so small out there. So cold, wet and small."

Maria pushed herself from the floor and walked over to the bed, taking a seat next to Alex and looking down at the girl. She sighed, reaching down and brushing the hair away from her eyes.

Suddenly the body on the bed jerked and her eyes flew open as she sucked air into her lungs. Everyone jumped, looking toward the girl and quickly moving from their positions toward the bed. The girl's eyes flew nervously from person to person, her eyes blinking in fright at her surroundings.

"Wh- where am I?" Her voice came out choked and frightened. "Where am I?" She repeated, struggling to push herself up from the bed.

Maria gently placed her hand on the girl's arm. "You shouldn't get up so quickly. Just calm down, we're not going to hurt you."

"Who are you?" She asked, her lips quivering and a tear gently rolling from her eye.

The group looked at each other, each connecting eyes. Max looked down at the girl. "We're not going to hurt you," he said, repeating Maria's words. "We just want to know who you are. What is your name?"

"I- I-" The girl stumbled over her words. "I- I don't know." The tears fell harder as she cast her eyes downward. Her eyes flew up and connected with Max's. Suddenly a confused look fell over her features as she stared up at him. "You- you look so… you're..." her words trailed off as she stared up at him. She closed her eyes, shaking her head back and forth and rubbing her eyes. "Liz," She choked out. "My name is Liz."

Later

Max closed the door to his room as quietly as possible so as not to wake the sleeping girl on the other side of the door and walked out to the living room where the others were gathered. Every set of eyes met him as he walked in.

"So?" Isabel questioned as Max sat down on one of the sofas.

"She's asleep," he answered, leaning his elbows on his knees and resting his head in his hands. "I don't know what to think."

"Well what are we going to do, Maxwell? If there was ever a time to lead, it would be now. What are we supposed to do with this girl?"

Max sighed, the options turning over and over in his head. He was supposed to make the decision but he had no idea what he needed to decide. They had no idea who this girl was or where she came from, or even if she had any connection to them at all.

"Look, we don't even know if she's here because of us." He said, raising his eyes to meet the others.

"Right Max," Michael scoffed. "Like she just happened to end up outside of your window unconscious. You're not stupid Max, you know that there is most likely a connection here. We're not like everyone else- things don't just happen as random. This girl shows up outside your window; there must be some significance. So who is she? She said her name was Liz and when we asked her for more she didn't know? It seems fishy to me."

"Not only that," Isabel's voice came out weak and Max turned to look at his sister. She sat on the floor in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest. Alex sat beside her, his arm wrapped protectively around her sunken shoulders. "The way she looked at you, Max," She said, her face pale. "It's like she knew you."

Max sat in silence for a moment, his eyes drawn toward the ground. He knew that Isabel was right. When Liz had looked at him there'd been a spark of recognition in her eyes. Something about him had been familiar to her. "There's no way," he said, shaking his head and scanning the faces in the room. "I've never seen her before in my life."

Maria sighed. "None of this adds up. For now though, we need a plan. What are we going to do with her?"

All eyes drew toward Max and he stood up, walking toward the window and looking out at the grey, lifeless sky that blanketed the city of Roswell. "She'll stay at Michael's for now. It's the only place where no one will ask questions. The rest of us would have our parents to deal with and we don't have the time or resources to come up with a good cover story for now. We'll stay with her in shifts until she's regained enough strength to explain to us why she's here."

The room fell silent and he could tell that there was a certain amount of unease in each person in the group. Each person's eyes shifted from one to another, the unknown presence in the next room making their stomachs turn in nervousness. Everyone wanted the answers that only one person could give them right now, and it was the one person they weren't quite sure they could trust.