Title: Truth
Author: Dark Roswellian Angel
Elizabeth McDowell
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. If I did, "Roswell" would still be airing, and Liz would have stood up for herself more often. Tess probably wouldn't have ever existed, much like it is in this fic- at least so far.
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T due to some violence
This is part of at least a 2-fic series crossover. Possibly 3, depending on what kind of response I get.
A.U. that is still very loosely based on the series. M/L is not in this first fic of the series (which is definitely intended to be the shorter of the two), but keep your eyes out for her in the next fic in the series. The next 2-3 chapters will probably be pretty short as real life keeps intruding in what I'd far rather be doing (writing).
Synopsis: The Evans have learned the truth. Now they need to figure out what to do with it, and just exactly how many people are in on the secret anyway?!
Breakfast is the most important meal
The next morning, the family sat around the kitchen table, piping hot mugs of hot chocolate sitting in front of them. Diane and Philip had called in to the office knowing that today needed to be a family day, and Max and Isabel were skipping school.
Even though they all needed reassurance that the previous night had not just been a dream, they had all avoided the subject at first. They had made a nice big breakfast and sat down to enjoy it as though everything were normal. But as they began to eat, Max had gotten a strange look on his face. Silently he had gotten up from the table and gone to the kitchen pantry where he pulled out a bottle of Tabasco sauce. Immediately, Isabel's face lit up, and she nearly sprang to her feet rushing to where her purse was on the counter next to the phone. She pulled out a second bottle of Tabasco sauce.
In response to the puzzled expressions on their parents' faces, both Max and Isabel began piling the sauce onto their breakfast- on their eggs, their bacon, their toast, even their hot chocolate got some. Then the siblings sat down to enjoy the most delicious breakfast they'd ever shared with their parents.
As Max and Isabel started shoveling in the Tabasco-heaped food, Diane and Philip shared shocked looks, and then burst out laughing. When they were able to calm down enough to speak, Philip asked, "Alien taste buds?"
Max's and Isabel's identical happy/sheepish looks set everyone off.
"So is this why it was so hard to get you two to eat when you were kids?" Diane queried.
"Yeah, we think so."
"So, that explains why we go through Tabasco sauce so quickly. Well, I'm glad we bought stock when you were ten," Philip laughed.
That easy, honest moment set the tone for the rest of the meal as the family realized that the saying "the more things change, the more they stay the same" really is true and that their love for each other could see them through all of the challenges that were coming.