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 Tess would not have turned out the way she did.

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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. It will eventually be mostly CC.

I actually started writing this quite a while ago, so if it seems a little disjointed it's probably because my writing style has changed a bit. I've gone over it and tried to change it to my current style, but I guess only time will tell. Or you could let me know through that little button down there (hint, hint) :)

Synopsis: The aliens tell their families the truth and think that everything will be okay. But they still have a prediction to prevent. And a bunch more secrets are about to get out.

Making Plans

The next week and a half was either spent severely depressed or in a mania while the group tried to fit their entire lives into the short time they had left. But eventually it was Graduation. They had made reservations for dinner after the procession at Chez Pierre's, the group's second favorite restaurant in town. After that they were all going to meet at the Valentis' for their farewells.

Amy DeLuca would be joining them. She still hadn't been told the truth (a combination of protecting her and Maria's inability to physically form the actual words prevented it), but she knew the teens were going on a road trip for the summer. They weren't sure how they'd explain Maria's not calling or her not coming back, but they knew they'd figure something out. Even without knowing that her baby was probably not coming back, Amy had spent a lot of the past week in tears alternating between, "My baby's all grown up," and, "You're leaving for the whole summer. I'm going to miss you so much." Maria was forced to be content with the idea that Sean (who somehow seemed to understand that the alleged road trip was going to last a lot longer than anyone was letting on) had promised to check in on her when he was home from Stanford. She knew that the straight "A" goody-two-shoes would do a good job of watching out for his hippy aunt. Plus there was Jim. Sheriff Valenti had promised to look out for Maria's mom, thought she'd wondered at the happy glint in his eyes when she'd asked him for the favor.

The group had decided to all go over to the school in a van. Every second spent together at this point was precious. The teens were planning on taking Max's Jeep when they left Roswell, after some strategic color and plate changes. It might be a little tight, but it should get them to where they were going. There were, after all, only 4, maybe 5, of them. Kyle still hadn't officially made up his mind, though he would probably be staying. They'd already made arrangements in case he changed his mind after they'd left. He would go to a certain motel just outside of Albuquerque that the group would call asking for his alias once a month. If he was there, they'd make arrangements to meet up. This would also be the way to get them any information they needed.