Roswell Fanatics

Author's Note: Bet you never thought you'd hear from me again? I do apologize for my sudden return and then abrupt disappearance last year. I had every intention of having a lazy summer where I could write more, but shortly after I posted the last update I got a teaching job and my life got crazy. ...

My apologies! Same Old Life belongs in Alternate Universe with Aliens/Conventional Couples: http://www.roswellfanatics.net/viewtopi ... =same+life

I would like to update my fic, Same Old Life!

Author's Note : Oh, my readers...how can I even begin to thank you for hanging with this fic for, my gosh, I think we're approaching a decade. I can vividly remember when I started it in high school. I was heading to a track meet and I remember leaning out the window, looking at the interstate, lis...

Author's Note : Sorry that I've been gone so long and that this is such a small part. I unfortunately haven't had too many creative juices flowing since Jon left and this is all I've written in the last month. I want to thank you all so very much for voting for this story. It was a wonderful honor ...

Author's Note: I promise you all they are leaving Roswell! I know you all are anxious for them to get up to Canada (believe me, I am too!) but Liz and Maria need some serious girl talk. I also wanted to thank everybody that nominated this fic. I had no idea that many people had nominated it until S...

He stood in the doorway in his dark Levis and raggedy shirt, his hands shoved into his pockets as he looked to Liz for an explanation. His mouth was closed, his lips pressed together in a thin line, neither smiling nor frowning. He didn’t look angry, just confused, like someone who’d just walked int...

Author's Note : Another short part, sorry! I figure I owe it to you guys to do lots of short parts instead of making you wait forever while I write longer ones. I cannot thank you all enough for the awesome feedback. Thank you for being such loyal readers, especially when this fic dissappears for m...

After three trips around the block, a lesson from Max and much encouragement from Liz, Alex was driving the Suzuki through the streets of Roswell himself. He was beaming from ear to ear when he finally pulled up alongside the Crashdown and took off the helmet. “That is awesome,” he declared for ever...

Motivated forgetting was what Freud had called it and for some reason Liz couldn’t get the term out of her head as she walked towards the kitchen. There were lots of definitions and terms surrounding the controversy of repressed memories. Lots of books refused to even acknowledge their existence, bu...