Title: Escape From the Abyss

Author: Zannna aka Lizzie on roswellfanatics . net

Pairing: Liz/Logan

Rating: Mature: Language, violence, and mild smoochies.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Roswell belongs to Jason Katims et al. X-Men belongs to Marvel et al. I don't even own the idea for this fic as it is a challenge: Crossover Challenge # 16 by Jezebel Jinx on roswellfanatics . net.

Additional Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. I like this one because it thoroughly covers my ass.

AN: Timeline: As far as X-Men goes we are between the first and the second movie. When Logan shows up we will be approximately at the beginning of the second movie, but he is going to hang around for awhile before anything from the movie happens. Cheers!

(Rogue pov)

The second Liz's skin touched me I felt my power start working. In the fraction of a second that it took us to hit the water, I could already feel parts of Liz inside my mind. I was getting knowledge, these flashes of her life. I couldn't make any of them out, but I knew from experience that later my mind would process all the information it had gathered, and I would see it all in nauseating detail.

We hit the water and I felt it close over me, and then after Liz was fully submerged, we sank to the bottom of the pool. We were pushed in at what I knew was around the 4 foot deep area of the pool. Liz was pressed to me, her back to my front, and her weight was pushing me down as my power sucked the life out of her. I tried to push her off of me as quickly as I could. It was harder than it should have been with the water's weight and influence adding to my power's natural tendency to stick once contact was made.

I finally got her off of me, and then realized she was unconscious. Shit! She was drowning! I had to get her out of the pool. All of this was happening so quickly that I still had breath, and hadn't had to surface yet. I reached toward her then jerked to a stop. If I touched her again I could kill her. I needed something to put between our skin! I looked down. All I had was my bikini. Both of our bikini's were fairly modest, and as such had more material for me to work with.

I needed a breath. I pushed off the bottom and gasped in a breath of air. I was able to stand there for a moment, with my head above water, and unhook my top. Thank goodness it hooked in the front. It was faster to get off, and there would be enough slack between the cups for me to move my hands almost two feet apart. I put my hands inside the cups, gripping the material between my fingers, took another breath and dove back down to Liz.

Again this had only taken seconds. Liz couldn't have been under more than 15 seconds total, but I had to get her out now. I swam to her head and got behind her to lift up her shoulders. When I had enough room I slipped my hands under her arm pits, and pulled hard while pushing off the bottom. I gasped for air when I broke the surface, and tried to lift Liz's head above the water. The angle was all wrong, but instead of loosening, or changing my grip I started to move us as fast as I could toward to shallow end. With me pulling her backwards by her armpits I was able to get her face out of the water.

I was trying to use the water to help our progress towards the stairs. The stairs were the only way to get Liz out without touching her. If I could jump out at the side, and pull her up after me it would be faster, but there was no way I could do that with out my body touching hers. I would back up the stairs pulling her after me, and keep moving till she was out of the water. I needed help. I might be able to do chest compressions, but not mouth to mouth. Puffing air into her lungs with the force needed would be impossible through the material of my swimsuit. Didn't mean I wouldn't try it if I had to though.

I heard people from the deck on the other side of the pool screaming for help. Good. I didn't have the breath to do that and get Liz out of the water as quickly as possible. I looked quickly back to where we had left 'Rosemary' at the side of the pool. She wasn't there. I didn't see her anywhere. I noticed it was only the girls in the other group by the pool that were calling for help. The boys had their eyes locked like laser beams on my chest. Yes, I knew I was topless. No, I didn't really care. I'm sure I would later, but it just didn't matter right now.

I had gotten up the stairs, and was pulling Liz out of the pool now. The girls continued to scream for help, but didn't move in our direction. If Liz died because they were too chicken shit to come help us because of my mutation, I would kill them. I finally got Liz so that most of her was out of the pool on solid ground. I left her legs in the water from the knee down. I didn't have the time or the energy to haul her out of the water any further.

I pulled my swimsuit covered hands from her armpits, and lifted her onto her side. I kept one hand holding her up, and used the other to hit her in the back between her shoulder blades as hard as I could several times. I saw water running sluggishly out of her mouth and nose. I turned her so she was flat on her back again, and tried to find where to do compressions. When I felt I had found the approximate area, I put my covered hands one on top of the other, put my body weight over my arms, and pushed as hard as I could. I heard running footsteps, but I kept pushing on Liz's chest hard and fast.

It was Storm. She ran past me and skidded to a stop on the other side of Liz then dropped to her knees. She tilted Liz's head back, and plugged her nose. I stopped pumping and said "Breathe!" Storm put her lips to Liz's and breathed hard and fast three times then pulled back. I started compressions again.

I heard someone drop to their knees behind me. As soon as it was time for another breath from Storm, Dr. Grey shouted "Switch!"

I jumped to my feet, and to the side, and Dr. Grey set down her emergency bag and took over the compressions. I was breathing heavily, and noticed I was still topless as I saw Cyclops running towards us. I hastily crossed my arms over my chest.

"What happened?" cried Dr. Grey breathlessly.

"We were gettin' out of the pool, and this chick came up, neither of us had ever seen her before. She started talkin' trash, and Liz was defendin' me, and she got upset and there was that Green Lightenin' stuff startin' up. So I goofed off to get her laughin' and it worked, and then the chick got really pissed and tackled Liz into the pool! But I was standin' behind her, and Liz hit me an' we both went in! I don' know how the chick didn't fall in after us, but I was touchin' Liz! And we were under water! An' she was on top of me and I had to get her off, an' there wasn't no one else there to help Liz! So I took off my top and used it to grab 'er under her armpits and pull 'er over to the stairs and outta the pool! Those assholes over there were callin' for help but they weren't givin us none! Then I turned Liz on 'er side and hit her back, and some water came out, but not enough. So I started CPR hopin' that someone would get here to help with the breathin' cause I didn't know how I was gonna do it with out touchin' her skin! Then Storm came, an' then y'all got here, an' thas it!" I cried in one long babble, without taking a single breath. I noticed I had removed one of my arms from my chest and flung it out to point across the pool to emphasize who 'those assholes' were, and I quickly snatched it back. I gasped for air as I watched them work on Liz.

They were still doing CPR, and Dr. Grey hadn't gotten anything out of her bag yet. Suddenly, Liz jackknifed into a sitting position and continued forward until she was folded in half. She was coughing and spluttering, and I had never heard a more beautiful sound in my whole life.

(Liz pov)

Liz walked slowly forward through a grey mist. There wasn't anything around her, in any direction. She spun as she walked, and confirmed that she was alone in the middle of nowhere. She couldn't even see the ground beneath her feet.

"Hello?" she called into the void. Liz looked down at herself, and saw she was wearing a floaty gauzy white gown. The stereotypical uniform of a person having a near death experience.

Liz started. What was happening to her? Where was she? She had a sudden flash of memory. A girl running at her, and tackling her hard. But, she hadn't hit the ground. She had hit something hot. It had stung. And then she had been enveloped in cool water.

Was she dead? After everything she had lived through, was this the end? Was this how she would die? Drowning? How tedious, and ignoble! She thought she would at least go out fighting!

A light chuckle was heard drifting on the wind toward her. Liz turned towards it.

"No, my dear," said a soft voice, as a beautiful woman stepped out of the fog and into Liz's line of sight. "You are not dead. You are meant for greater things than drowning in a swimming pool."

The woman seemed familiar, but Liz couldn't quite put her finger on where she knew her from. "Do I know you?" she asked.

"Of course, my child," said she. The woman flickered out for half a second, and Liz saw her Grandmother Claudia flicker into existence, and then another flicker and the woman was back. Liz knew her now. She remembered seeing a black and white photograph of this woman at her Grandmother's house. It was her Grandmother's wedding photo.

"Grams?" Liz gasped, her heart in her throat.

The beautiful woman opened her arms to Liz. "Yes, my Lizzie," she said. "It is me."

Without any further hesitation, Liz ran full out into the woman's arms. They embraced tightly, squeezing each other as hard as possible, the pain of their prior separation fading. They both had tears running in crystal rivers down their faces.

"How are you here?" asked Liz, still clinging to the woman.

"It was not easy, but I need to speak with you urgently," said Claudia. "I don't have much time here, Lizzie, so you must listen."

Liz pulled back, and looked into her Grandmother's young face. Claudia had always been beautiful, but seeing her like this, with her youth restored to her, Liz was struck by her incredible beauty. It wasn't even just what she saw with her eyes. She could feel her, in her heart, and the joy radiating from her was astounding.

"I'm listening Grams," Liz told her, trying to focus.

"You have a hard road ahead of you," started Claudia. "It will not be easy, but you must persevere. Everything depends on you. You must find the weapon, and use it! If you do not, your world will fall to ruin and darkness, and the Earth shall never recover!"

"Weapon?" asked Liz bewildered. "I don't understand?"

"I know you don't, child," said Claudia. "Not yet, but you will! Trust your dreams! Remember them, write them in your journal! You must remember every life that has come before this one, and then you must find the prophecy! The stone tablet was hidden long ago, but it was you who hid it! The time has come to find it again, before those who wish destruction on you and your world get there first!"

Liz blinked up at Claudia in utter consternation. Claudia grabbed Liz's shoulders firmly, and shook her for emphasis. "Listen to me child!" Claudia hissed urgently. "Your dreams are the key! Study them! Find what is hidden within! You must find the prophesy, and fulfill it! If you do not darkness will fall, on this and all other worlds. Everything that is just, everyone who is good, the entire universe will fall if you do not do what you were always meant to!"

"Are you telling me I have a destiny?" shouted Liz. "Fate has never done anything for me! Why should I yield to destiny, after everything destiny has done to me?"

"Listen to me!" Claudia exclaimed urgently. "I know about the Royal Four, and what happened to you! But that was not destiny or fate! That was political maneuvering, and intrigue! Those four children are not Royal, they never were! Until they claim their responsibilities, and re-claim who they were before, they are just as common as the other 6 plus billion people on this planet!

"You are special! You have a destiny so far above and beyond anything that fool boy, Max, can claim! That your soul was born into my family is the greatest honor there is for me. You have been before this life, and you will be forever! After the Antarian Empire is dust, you will still exist, and you will still be better than any King or Queen that ever was!

"Your soul has lived before, and it will live again, and again until the end of time. You are strong, and you must fight! You must find the prophesy before it is too late!"

"Why?" demanded Liz. "Why should I do anything for the Universe, after everything the Universe has done to me?"

"Stop being so petulant, Elizabeth!" said Claudia. "It is time to grow up, and take control of your life! And this isn't just about you, it is about everyone, and everything! Besides, you have had it much worse before! Write down your dreams, and learn from them! See what you have overcome in your past, and stop whining about your lot in this life!"

Liz was unsure what to make of all of this. It was very confusing. But she had always trusted her Grandmother in life, why should she stop now? She knew that while everything she had been through was bad, that others have had it so much worse. Just in this school there were people who had been to hell and back. She needed to pull herself together, and stop the self pity party.

Suddenly, the ground they were standing on jolted. They reached out to each other to regain their balance.

"I must go now, Lizzie," said Claudia. "I love you! Be strong! I will be watching over you, and dong what I can from this side of the veil. Remember! Study your dreams!"

Claudia pulled Liz into another strong embrace. "No," Liz cried. "Don't leave me!"

"I must my dear one," Claudia whispered.

"I miss you, and I love you so much Grandma!" Liz gasped. Claudia just hummed her understanding. Slowly, Liz began to feel her grandmother fading. Before long she was alone again. Standing in a field of grey mist.

(Liz pov)

I came awake as I jacknifed in half. I was coughing in great hacks, and water was spewing from my mouth.