Roswell Fanatics

A/N. I'm still working on 15 (it'll be up soon) but here's the second part to Chapter 14 to tide you over. I hope everyone enjoys it. --- Part 14B --- She expected him to fight her on it like he had when they’d first gone on the run. To try and search for another way but he doesn’t say anything for...

A/N. I'm so sorry I'm late and that this chapter isn't as long as usual but I've got irl issues and other deadlines to meet so... sorry about that. I'll try not to let that happen again. Thanks so much for the bumps, your interest and your replies. I read and enjoy every single one of them. --- Par...

Chapter 13 of BoaB is up.

A/N. I'm so happy people are still interested in this (hey everybody! Thanks for reading!) and I'll probably be updating on Sundays. This chapter put me through the wringer so I hope you all enjoy it and reply! --- Part Thirteen --- Liz was already awake, the TV a buzzing drone in the background, w...

The Ballad of a Bullet has been updated. Ch. 12 awaits your presence.

Part Twelve --- Liz crossed her arms over her chest and leaned into the wind as she quickly walked down the street, their hotel becoming a small dot in the distance. He was still there though, Larek. Listening in, clawing to get out. Liz’s palms were sweaty with the force it took to beat him back. ...

Part Eleven --- "I have to call him." They'd been on their own for a week now when Max sat on the edge of his bed and looked at Liz from the corner of his eye, still pretending to be absorbed in whatever was on TV at the moment. "Max?" He wanted to tell her no, just as he had ev...

Part Ten --- Liz woke up in the backseat of a car with a crick in her neck and no idea where she was or how she got there. She closed her eyes against a blinding shaft of light coming through the car window and licked her dry lips slowly, tried not to panic as she thought over her options. This was...

Part Nine --- He stared at her, opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water before shaking his head. "Nothing, I'm not going to do anything about it." She swallowed in response, eyes fluttering, as she tugged on her bonds. "Zan…" "My name is…," he started to c...

Part Eight --- Max sat straight up in bed and looked at the clock on his side table, groggily waited for the glaring red splotch of color to reassemble its self into numbers. It was 5:30 A.M and he rubbed his eyes with a sigh. He still wasn't really sleeping. After what his mother told him… He didn...