"You got your powers?" Max looked at Kyle who was grinning nervously.
"Well it's just the green lightning stuff, but I'll get them soon." Kyle looked down at his hands to see the green lightning flicker across them.
Max nodded, but a worrying thought came to his mind.
"Did anyone see you?"
"No, I got out of there before anyone did. But that means that job's gone. Looks like I'll have to get another one."
"That's the least of our problems now." Max said grimly, looking over at Liz. "Liz isn't getting any better, and we discovered that she has no alien DNA."
"And that means?"
"She should have some form of alien DNA to be able to use alien powers, otherwise, how else could she handle them?"
"Unless she's getting sick because she can't handle them."
They were silent, considering that possibility with concern. If Liz was getting sick because she couldn't cope with her alien powers, then there would be no way to help her.
"No, it can't be that." Max snapped. "I think she should go to the hospital."
"No!" Kyle protested. "Are you mad? The FBI will find us if you do that!"
"She's barely conscious! She hasn't eaten and she's dehydrated. If we don't do something, she will die!"
"Max, would you risk Liz's life to get captured by the FBI?"
Max looked over at his wife. He sensed that she was dying; deep down he knew it couldn't be just an illness.
"Yes."
"There's another way. There always is. You should get everyone here, and we should do something before Liz gets worse than she already is."
The door opened and Michael and Maria hurried in.
"Hurry up, heal her!" Michael snapped.
"I can't." Max said, and then explained the reason again.
"So you're starting to think that this is to do with Liz being unable to cope with her powers?"
"It's possible." Max said quietly.
"But then how can we heal her?" Maria asked. They were silent. Maria felt tears form in her eyes. Maybe there was no way to heal her. Liz would die.
"No, no, no, we have to go back to Roswell!" Maria snapped.
"No we don't." Michael looked at her. "How would that help her?"
They were all silent again, with no idea how to help Liz.
Kyle left the apartment, wearing gloves over his hands and looking behind him. It wasn't very crowded but if the green lightning started up again then anyone would notice.
Kyle hurried along and turned the corner, not aware that someone was following closely behind him. Kyle felt the green lightning crawling up his arms and crackling. No not here. Kyle thought frantically. He decided to turn back to the apartment and stopped when someone ran into him.
Kyle fell onto the ground and rolled, looking back at the person who had been following him.
Jesse got up and looked down at him.
"Jesse?" Kyle cried in disbelief. "You were following me. What are you doing here? Wait, Isabel isn't it."
"Yeah." Jesse nodded, helping Kyle get to his feet. "I see you're getting your powers now."
"Just green stuff." Kyle nodded, pulling at his gloves. "Could you see it?"
"I saw it back at the garage." Jesse answered.
"Wait, you were following me? Watching me? Why?"
"I wanted to talk to you. I didn't want to approach Isabel directly. I didn't want to know her reaction." Jesse explained. "I didn't want to know how she would react if she knew I had followed you here after she had told me to stay at Roswell."
Kyle nodded and smiled.
"Well, it's good to see you. Isabel will be so happy to see you."
"No, no, I can't go to her. She will be – "
"Happy to see you." Kyle interrupted. "She misses you so much. I think she actually regrets telling you to stay. So we should head back to the apartment and see her."
Jesse hesitated and then nodded.
"Hey man, sorry about following you everywhere. It's just that I wanted to give you a message to Isabel, and that I miss her."
"Well you don't need to worry about that, you can tell her yourself." Kyle smiled.
Jesse smiled back and the two of them walked back to Max's apartment.
Roswell, New Mexico
Deputy Valenti paused when he heard a noise outside. It could have been anything, but he knew that he had to be careful. Especially if it was the FBI.
Valenti paused at his desk and looked down at the mirror in front of him. It reflected everything behind him through the window. And there were people moving across the lawn.
Valenti stood up and went over to the gun cabinet, pulling out a pistol and cocking it. He held it steady and backed against the wall, walking along to stop at the doorway. He held his gun ready, straining to hear any noise. His heartbeat sounded loud as he stood there, covered in shadows from the dark.
That was when he heard a click. They had picked the lock very quietly. Valenti knew he was up against the FBI and not some amateur criminal; these guys were stealthy and deadly. And now they were inside his house.
Valenti waited, hearing soft footsteps moving closer. He estimated about five of them in his house. But there could be more. He didn't know how many agents the FBI would send after him, and he hoped it wouldn't be many.
The footsteps grew closer. He could hear them moving down the hall. Valenti almost jumped and fired when one of the agents walked through the doorway and scanned the room with a taser gun, not aware that Valenti was right beside him. So they were going to try and stun him. They must have considered him as dangerous.
He moved up behind the agent dressed in black who was still unaware that he was behind him. The floor creaked. The agent spun around and pushed down on the trigger, blue electricity firing out and hitting the wall.
Valenti had ducked and moved behind the agent and he raised his gun and cracked it across the agent's face. The agent groaned and grabbed at his face in surprise then readied his taser gun. Valenti didn't want to alert the other agents but it was too late, he could hear them moving closer, having heard the taser gun fire. Valenti wouldn't need to worry about being quiet, but about escaping.
Valenti held the gun at the agent's head.
"You can fire your taser gun, but I'll shoot you first." Valenti hissed. The agent hesitated, but still didn't release his grip on his taser.
Six agents filled the doorway, their taser guns pointing at Valenti.
"I'll shoot him! You don't want to lose one of your agents do you?" Valenti shouted, scanning his surroundings. He had the advantage for now, but he knew he would have to escape. There was the window behind him. He could shoot that and escape, but there was a chance that he would get tasered while trying to.
"We do not care." An agent spoke. "We only need you alive."
"Well, there is that, or you could be bluffing." Valenti said, trying to bide time.
"You know the location of the aliens." The agent stated matter-of-factly.
"I could." Valenti said quietly. He cocked his gun and the agents stepped forward in concern. Valenti smiled. They were worried about the safety of their agent, which was good. Now he needed to use that advantage to escape.
One agent stepped forward.
"Don't move, I'll shoot!" Valenti snapped, his pistol pressed against the agent's temple.
"And so will I." The agent pulled off his black mask. "I'm Agent Davis. And I don't care if you make it back alive."
Davis pulled out a pistol and cocked it, pointing it at Valenti.
"It could just be some accident that you didn't make it back alive. But that doesn't matter. We will find the aliens soon."
The gunshot echoed throughout the house.
Valenti's pistol clattered to the floor.