Title: Truth
Author: Dark Roswellian Angel
Elizabeth McDowell
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Rating: 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. It will eventually be mostly CC.
A/N: I have to apologize that it's taken me so long to update. My Internet access went down on 3/14, and now it's 4/6 and I've only had it back for a couple of days.
Synopsis: The aliens tell their families the truth and think that everything will be okay. But they still have a prediction to prevent.
The Ever-Burgeoning "I Know an Alien" Club
A little after three o'clock, there was a cautious knock on their front door. When they opened it, they found a timid and unusually quiet Maria on their doorstep. After inviting her in, everyone began filling her in on what had been discussed so far. Philip and Diane had to hear her version of the story of how Michael had saved her life when she had been stabbed in a vicious street mugging and how Max had encouraged him.
When Maria asked, "So, what does it feel like to have royalty in your family?" Max, Isabel, and Michael tried to explain the message from Max and Isabel's Antarian mother and how Michael and Isabel had mutually decided that they did not belong together.
To say that Diane and Philip were astounded would be putting it too mildly; however they managed to quickly adapt to the news. After all, they said, Isabel had always been their little princess. Plus, they enjoyed hearing the prophecy that Max would find his soulmate in one who was extremely powerful on this planet, and that together they would save many lives on earth as well as ending Khivar's rebellion on Antar. And they loved the part of the prophecy that said the soulmates would open up communications between their two peoples and begin a new age for their two worlds. It made them feel as though no matter where their little ones wound up going, they would always be connected.
Just when they were beginning to feel as though they couldn't be surprised by anything more, a knock again sounded on their front door. When they opened it, they found Sheriff Valenti and his son Kyle. They heard again about how Max was rescued from the White Room (this time from the Sheriff's perspective), and about their run-ins with the Skins- like how Kyle had used his junior law enforcement knowledge combined with his teenage tendencies in order to rig an explosion that took out the Skins' town and their harvest. The knowledge made them view Kyle in a different light, though they were still glad that he and their daughter had decided they weren't right for each other. It had been a rough couple of months for them until the teens had broken it off.
The family and friends continued their discussion long through the late hours of the night and on into the wee hours of the morning. Occasionally, they found themselves chatting about normal, everyday things. And a couple of times the conversation dwindled to silence, but it was a comfortable silence. One in which they could figure out how all this new information would fit into their new world, and one in which they felt a new appreciation for the roles everyone would play. Finally they decided it was time to say goodnight.
As the Valentis left and the parents went to bed, they all felt refreshed. It was as though the world had opened up a little more now that they could share their lives and their secrets with a few more people. Somewhere in the back of Diane and Philip's minds, some little thought was nagging them that there was still something that was being left unsaid, but they ignored it, trying to reassure themselves that it was just a residual feeling from before the big truth-telling.
As Isabel got her room's guestbed ready for Maria, she looked over at her two brothers and her best friend.
"When are we going to tell them? They need to know- they deserve to know, and we need to tell them. It's going to happen soon." She knew she was broaching a subject that none of them wanted to face, but it had to be dealt with. And she felt that the sooner they did so, the better.
"I know, but they already have so much new information to deal with," Max replied. He was still getting used to the idea that his parents weren't running and screaming now that they knew the truth. He wasn't willing to run the risk of losing them now.
"I'm with Isabel. The sooner they know, the better their chance of adjusting in time," Maria suggested. She saw her friend smile at her appreciatively. She knew how much telling her parents had meant to her best friend, and she knew that none of them wanted to face this, but she did agree with her. Problems were always easier to deal with when they were faced rather than run away from.
"I think we should wait for a week or two- let them digest what we've already told them." As usual, Michael backed up Max.
"Okay, I guess so," Isabel acquiesced. She didn't like it, but she was willing to go along with her brother. For a while at least.
"But, we'd better tell them as soon as we can," Maria cautioned. She really wasn't looking forward to the confrontation she would soon be facing, but she knew it would be better to get it over and done with rather than obsessing about it endlessly.
"We will. And it will all work out okay. And no matter what happens, we've still got each other," Michael comforted as he walked up and put his hands on her shoulders. As he saw her slowly nod her agreement, he pulled her to him, laying his head on top of her own.
Looking away from his friends' public show of affection and trying to ignore how it made him wonder if he'd ever find a relationship like theirs, Max reasoned, "Besides, we still have almost two months before graduation."