Author: elfangel01
Rating: Adult
Summary: Liz moves to Seattle to be with her brother Logan. She meets Alec and the others. Ava finds out startling information about Liz's inheritance of powers so she and the others try to help, but in the end it can only come down to Liz. Takes place post season 2 of Roswell, none of season 3 happened. And Dark Angel picks up at the beginning of "Designate This"
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, zip... I wish I did but it all belongs to Jason Katims, and the WB and Fox and all the other higher ups. Also, there are a few quotes from "Designate This", I don't own 'em.
Feedback: yes please!
A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta Laura (Burningchaos) she puts up with me a lot and I would be lost without her! Thanks to _liz for the lovely banner!
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Prologue
It’s been one month since I left Roswell; one month since I made it to Seattle; and one month since the old me died, and a new me was born. I left Roswell and all it represented because of three things. One is summed up by Max being a controlling bastard. Two is I can’t stand being pitied anymore by anyone. The others look at me like I’m the poor lost little girl; following after Max and being haunted by Alex’s ghost.
Poor sweet, Alex, murdered by that bitch. If Tess ever steps foot on this planet again, I will be the last thing she sees. The third thing would have to be that I need a change. It’s simple as that, I’ve played up to everyone else’s wishes and never done anything for myself, this is my time.
Liz looked up from her journal as she heard the lock snick and the tell tale sounds of her older brother walk inside the penthouse. She let out a sigh of relief and relaxed her tensed posture. “Hey, what are you doing home so early?” Liz walked into the kitchen to help Logan unload the groceries he had just bought. “Oh my God, are you shot?”
Logan grimaced at the scolding glare Liz shot him. “Yeah, that meeting with Lydecker didn’t go exactly as planned.”
“Ya think? Logan, when you get shot, it normally means that the meeting was a bust.” Liz glanced at Logan’s arm.
“You’re so funny, hilarious really.”
“Well let me at least look at it and redress it.” Liz grabbed Logan’s uninjured arm and led him into the bathroom. Pulling out the peroxide and a new bandage she set to work cleaning the wound, ignoring Logan’s hiss of protest.
Liz and Logan were closer than anyone could ever believe possible, especially since they weren’t full-blooded siblings, and hadn’t seen each other in ten years.
Logan was the product of Jeff’s relationship with his high school girlfriend. He had raised him the best he could on his own when she died, and then he had met Nancy; soon after Liz came. Even with the ten-year age difference, the two were inseparable.
When Logan had turned eighteen he had moved to Seattle and during the next ten years experienced a falling out with Jeff. Logan had adopted his mother’s last name, and hadn’t stepped foot back in Roswell since then, even though it tore him up to be away from Liz. He hadn’t believed his eyes when Liz had shown up on his doorstep a month ago, with as much as she could carry in her bags at her feet. Even though the two siblings hadn’t been able to see each other, they still kept in contact and knew all the details of each other’s lives. Logan knew all about the aliens and personally wanted to kill Max for hurting his baby sister, in turn, Liz knew all about his work as Eyes Only and Maxie.
“Hey what’s wrong? You have that far away, something look.” Liz gently put the bandage over the wound and stepped back, leaning against the wall opposite Logan.
“I was just thinking about everything that’s happened, and Max.” Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair wearily, making it stand more on end than it was before.
“Logan,” began Liz, but she was abruptly cut off.
“I know Liz, I know, but I just have to hold out hope.” Logan turned pleading eyes on his little sister.
“I was going to say that I believe she can still be alive too.” Liz sighed at the disbelieving look Logan shot her. “Asha needs to stay the hell away from here,” she muttered to herself, scowling at the thought of the blonde who was obsessed with her brother. That girl was filling Logan with doubt and she was about to drive Liz insane. “Logan, if Max is half the girl you claim she is, then she is still alive. She has to be tough to put up with your ass.” Liz giggled as she darted out of the bathroom before Logan could retaliate for her comment.
“You know, I’m actually going to let that slide for now, considering the day I’ve had,” groaned Logan as more muscles protested their harsh treatment.
“Aw, poor baby” Liz looked at her brother sympathetically. “How about you go take care of your broadcast and I’ll start dinner.”
“Sounds good, just holler if you need me.” Logan walked into the computer room and sat down in his chair before turning to the camera to begin recording his feed. The faint sounds of Liz puttering around in the kitchen soothed him; she was about the only person who could get through to him lately.
As Liz boiled the water she thought back on her life the past month. She was happier than she could have ever thought possible. Her life had gone through such a transformation in the short amount of time. Liz was reunited with her brother; she had a job at a bar called Crash, and she had actually run into Ava there.
The two old friends were reunited as well and Ava had become a permanent fixture in the penthouse, the blonde helped Liz with her developing powers and Liz had progressed nicely. Liz was as strong as Ava now, sometimes it seemed even stronger. Liz was also learning martial arts, she had started before she left Roswell and had continued learning here in Seattle; a perk was her alien powers enhanced her strength as well.
Humming, Liz walked towards the computer room with a glass of wine for Logan. Liz herself preferred straight up beer. Rounding the corner, Liz stopped short when she saw a familiar figure standing silently a few feet in front of her. The fatigues, the profile, and even though her hair was longer Liz knew it was Max.
In her shock, Liz dropped the glass holding Logan’s wine, alerting both figures to her presence. Logan whirled around and saw Max at the same time Max dropped into a defensive posture against Liz.
“Hey now, I’m no threat. I’m Logan’s little sister Liz. Nice to meet you Max.” Liz held out her hand to the brunette in front of her. Liz could read the wariness on Max’s face even as she returned the gesture and clasped hands.
“You look different than the pictures Logan has of you from ten years ago.”
“Yeah, he’s really bad about updating stuff like that” Liz chuckled at the offended look on her brother’s face. “Hey, I don’t know what’s the what, but I’m going to leave you two to talk. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
Logan stood still, taking in the sight of Max before him, alive and seemingly unharmed. “Max.” It was one word, but it was all it took for the two of them to fall into each other’s arms as Logan immediately crossed the room to her. The kiss was passionate, every pent up emotion over the past few months was poured into it.
“We have to get you out of here, they’re coming.”
“Who’s coming? I have to finish my broadcast!”
“It’s not important Logan. We have to get you and Liz out of here; they’ll kill you and her too since she’s with you.” Max looked at the man before her, the man she loved more than she had ever thought possible and knew then and there that they had to get him out. She was startled when he began gasping for air and dropped to his knees. “Logan? Logan, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t know” he gasped.
“LOGAN!”
“Uh, I would stop touching him” came a voice from the other side of the room.
Max looked up into the hard eyes of X5-494, also known as Alec. “I knew I should have named you Dick. What the hell did you do to him?”
“I didn’t do anything, this is all you.” Alec sighed and rolled his eyes at the confused look on Max’s face. “A genetically targeted retrovirus. You’re the carrier.” He cocked his head and looked down at the squirming Logan as his body was racked with pain. “Any intimate contact between you activates the agent. Now, you didn’t kiss him or anything, did you?”
“You son of a bitch!” Max lunged for Alec in anger, but backed away when he raised the gun he was holding.
“Whoa, whoa, hey. Just following orders. Okay, now Renfro said if you want him to live, you gotta bring him back to Manticore and turn yourself in.” Alec grunted in pain as he was thrown to the floor. “What the hell?” he found himself on his back a girl about Max’s stature straddling him and cuffing his wrists to the bar on the desk. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Liz, Logan’s pissed off little sister, now what the hell did you do to my brother?”
“It wasn’t him” sighed Max as she fought back the tears in her eyes. Growling she stood and looked down in disgust at Alec before glancing at Logan. Coughing with suppressed emotion she turned her attention to Liz. “Stay here, take care of Logan, and guard this jackass. I’ll be back as soon as possible. Don’t let anyone in and don’t go out.” Max strode past Liz before turning back quickly. “If Alec tries anything, shoot him or knock him out; preferably shoot him.”
Liz watched the love of her brother’s life storm out of the penthouse before turning back to the man on the floor before her. “Don’t move!”
“No worries there, princess” scowled Alec. He couldn’t figure out how such a tiny human girl could have gotten the best of him. He had been trained by the best to be the best, how could this have happened to him? She seemed puny; Alec could see some definition to tell she had been working out but not enough to take him down.
The mission had been simple; make 452 think her boy toy was in trouble and then follow her to collect when she unknowingly completed her part of the mission. Alec swung his body up into a sitting position; he watched as the girl, Liz, moved Logan up onto the couch. He was fading fast; 452 probably wouldn’t make it back in time. Alec noted the heart wrenching expression on Liz’s face and felt a twinge of guilt over his part in all this, but Manticore had said he was evil, who was Alec to argue?
“Why?” asked Liz. Her expression had hardened as she turned back to Alec; at least that’s what Max had called him. “Why would you do something like this? He’s my brother, you hear me? He’s my brother!” Liz stormed over to Alec and kicked him as hard as she could in the ribs. She watched in satisfaction as he grunted in pain and slumped over.
“You’re not transgenic, so how the hell are you as strong as you are?” Alec grimaced as he sat up, but he wouldn’t give in; he’d show her he could take all she had to give.
“That information is for only a few people to know and considering you tried to kill my brother; I don’t think you’ll ever be one of those few.” Liz glared at him for a moment before walking back over to Logan. She felt his forehead and frowned at how hot he was. Darting into the kitchen she grabbed ice and wet down towels to wrap around him. After making sure Logan was comfortable, she walked over and sat down in front of Alec; scrutinizing him. “You never answered my question,” she stated softly.
Alec appeared startled for a moment, unsure if this firecracker of a girl had suddenly just addressed him sounding so worn. He paused, trying to determine which was the best way to approach the situation; not that there was a good one; he had just tried to kill her brother for God’s sake. “Look, I’m sorry about how all this is turning out, but I was just doing my job.”
“Oh, your job” sneered Liz. “I’m sure that’s a great excuse. Max and her family escaped so why are you still Manticore’s bitch?”
“Hey, you don’t know shit! That was torture for me! Pure unadulterated hell, don’t talk to me about being anyone’s bitch!”
“You’re not the only one who had it rough, you’re not the only one who’s ever been tortured or cut open by the government!” Liz snapped her mouth shut, a horrified look crossing her face before a wall slammed down over her open expression.
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” she snapped.
“Hey, you’ve got me cuffed to a desk, the least you can do is talk to me.”
“The least I can do is kill you and save the world from a whole lot of misery!” Liz’s eyes betrayed her. The ruthless tone of her voice was nothing compared to what Alec saw in her eyes. He saw a world of untold pain, something had happened to her; jaded her. There was something about this girl that made him want to protect her, and he’d be damned if he knew what it was.
“Where are we?” muttered Alec, his eyes darting everywhere around the room he was cuffed in. There were computer’s everywhere; monitors with different intel on them; a video camera setup, all of it.
“Well if you were sent to kill Logan then you know he’s Eyes Only, this,” Liz gestured helplessly, “is where we make all the magic happen. If someone’s in trouble they contact Eyes Only through Logan, no one knows it’s really him except for a few.”
“Why would you help people if Eyes Only is supposed to be evil?” sincere confusion marred Alec’s face and for once Liz was at a loss for words.
Snorting, Liz looked at him quizzically for a moment before composing herself. “Why don’t you ask your bosses the real reasons for everything they do. Logan’s the furthest thing from evil I’ve ever seen.” Silence descended on the room as Alec seemed to ponder what Liz had said, and Liz in turn studied Alec.
The two were broken out of their heated staring match by Logan’s raspy voice. “Max, Max, are you there?”
“She’s coming, Logan.” Liz stared brokenly down at her brother as his eyes fluttered shut again. Kneeling down next to him, she let the tears softly fall, her shoulders silently shaking as Alec watched on and felt his heart squeeze at the sight before him.
What had he done?
So, this isn't exactly what I wanted it to be but it's better than nothing. Liz and Alec will get together soon, probably in the next part... hopefully. Let's also hope my muse starts to cooperate better because I absolutely adore everything about this story, it's just not coming to me the way I would want it to. Thanks for your patience and your feedback and I hope you enjoy this.