Sooo, ended up continuing the Roswell AU and I kind of have a feel of the direction I'd like for it to go. Fans of the TV show, if you're reading the story, it will diverge from the show because I hated a lot of aspects of it (like the introduction of Tess—it's safe to say she won't be making an appearance. Adore Emilie de Ravin, just not Tess blegh.) but hopefully you guys find it compelling enough.

Thank you to allthelittlegirlshavetogrowup for reading it through and for the feedback! So grateful to have another pair of eyes to look it over :D

Anyway, hope you guys like it and let me know what you think!

"Emma!" she heard her father call out to her. Looking away from the paramedic who was looking after her, she sees her father striding into the diner toward her. "Emma, oh my god, are you alright?" she asks, kneeling down by where she was seated.

"Yeah, Dad, see it's just ketchup. I'm alright." she says holding up the towel she had wiped herself with that showed nothing but ketchup stains.

It was only twenty minutes after Killian Jones walked out of the diner having just saved her life. She could barely get herself together, her mind still reeling. She had just been shot, almost died, and then was brought back as good as new by the mysterious and shy boy who she went to school with since the first grade. It was almost too much for her but all she knew at that moment was that she had to protect him.

"Are you sure, honey?"

Emma pasted on a placating smile, "I'm totally fine dad. You have nothing to worry about. No one was hurt and we weren't robbed. All is good."

Off to the side, Emma could vaguely hear Ruby describing the incident to the Native American deputy. "The guy with the gun was kind of like a muscular Beavis, I would say." Pacing around, she fiddled with the cypress oil in her apron pocket that she was tempted to pull out. "And the other guy, the one who stiffed the gun guy sort of looked like beefy Butthead, you know what I mean?"

"No," the deputy replied dryly looking down at his notepad. "I'm going to need a better description than that. I'm guessing they weren't actual cartoon characters."

Huffing, Ruby gave in and pulled out the cypress oil. Unscrewing the cap, she muttered "Excuse me." as she turned away finally take a sniff and letting out a breath.

Just then the sheriff walked in, her sunglass covered eyes settling on Ruby who nervously chuckled. "It's not illegal or drugs. Just cypress oil. It's supposed to, um, reduce stress and all," she stuttered. She presented the label eagerly to the sheriff. "See?"

The sheriff barely glanced at the bottle before moving forward and walking toward Emma. Stopping in front of her, Sheriff Arendelle finally took off her sunglasses. "How are you doing? You okay?"

The question was innocent, but Ingrid Arendelle always had such a cool and calculating way of looking at people and it made all the high school kids nervous around her-especially the ones who had reason to. Not Emma though-except for that one time she stole a key chain from the convenience store, but she had learned her lesson early on.

"Oh, I-I'm fine, really, thank you. Just a bit shaken up." More like a lot shaken up, but Emma tried to keep her composure and hoped like hell she was convincing enough.

Nodding, the sheriff continued forward inspecting the area as her deputy walked up to her. "Looks like it was just an argument that got out of hand," the deputy said to the Sheriff. "Suspects ran out immediately after the gun was fired, no one seemed to know them-they looked to be just a couple of outsiders passing throu-" he cut himself off as he notices the nosy couple from earlier still snooping around.

"Hey, you two! What did I say about staying away from there? You touch anything, you're going to be held for tampering with evidence. This is a crime scene in case you hadn't noticed."

The couple turned around wide-eyed before spotting the sheriff and approaching. "You the sheriff? Well, we saw everything and I think something happened here," the man said gesturing toward the back shelves where Emma had fallen.

Ingrid looked over him, spotting that he was clearly an alien junkie, but asked anyway. "What do you think happened here?"

"Well, the shot was fired in this direction while the gunman was standing right there by the doors. I mean, it's only logical that there be some evidence of the bullet, right? Now, my fiancé and I looked all over that corner to see where it could have gone, but there's no bullet. There isn't even evidence that the bullet made impact with anything-no hole in the wall, no anything."

"We haven't found the bullet, yet," the deputy admitted as Ingrid scanned the area with her cool blue eyes.

The bespectacled man moved closer to the sheriff and eagerly presented the black and white photo Emma had given him earlier. "See," he whispered, "that waitress over there gave me this just before it all happened. It has to mean something."

Ingrid took the proffered polaroid without acknowledging his words before turning around. Walking past Emma's father, she held out the polaroid between her index and middle finger, "David," she said before continuing forward.

David looked down at the photo with an embarrassed chuckle, "Emma, what did I say about showing this to the tourists?"

As Ingrid stopped in front of Killian and Victor's abandoned table where two empty Tabasco bottles sat on the table, the man approached, once again only too eager to share his theories and observations. "There were two boys sitting here, looked to be about her age," he said pointing to Emma who was pocketing the photo her father handed her.

As Emma turned to the sound of her name, her eyes met Ingrid and her pulse raced faster. "Oh, uh I suppose there was. But, I mean it was a full house today so I wouldn't know who they were," she said, answering the unasked question.

"Actually no," the woman interrupted this time. "She definitely seemed to know them or at least one of them. The dark-haired one approached her after she fell in that corner there."

"Right, but he was just checking to see if I was okay and then that was it. I wouldn't recognize him if I saw him again, it all happened so fast," Emma interjected from her spot.

Ingrid's eyes settled upon Emma's once more and for the first time in her life Emma understood why others hated her ability to see through lies-she just hoped Ingrid didn't share the same talents. Because if she did, she was afraid Killian Jones may be in more trouble than she could have imagined.

Thanks for making it to the bottom and let me know what you think—the good, the bad and all, I appreciate constructive criticism. : )

And thank you to those who left a review on the first chapter and followed! It was honestly from your encouragement that I was able to consider writing more and actually do so, so really thank you guys-it means more than you know.

Next chapter is basically done, just needs a bit of work and editing, but we'll get to see more of the effects and aftermath of what happened and what Emma and Killian's next course of action will be.