Title: You and whose Army? (The title is one of my favorite songs by a band called ‘Radiohead’ by the same name, I suggest you go and listen to it. I feel it sets the tone of this story perfectly.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don’t own the characters or the show. This story is just for fun. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: Mature for strong language, some sexual content, and some scenes of extreme violence and gore
Parings/ Couples: CC, Ensemble
Genre: Au with Aliens/ Angst/ Romance
Spoilers: Everything up to ‘Cry Your Name’ in season 2 than Au elements that lead to ‘Ch-Ch-Changes’ in season 3
Summary: Instead of mind-warpping Alex, Tess comes to him and asks him for his help in decoding the book; Alex being Alex, agrees. But the two soon learn that by decoding the book, they have brought all forms of danger to Roswell. So, in order to keep everybody they love safe; they make up an elaborate plan for Alex to die in a gruesome but suspicious car crash and for Tess to be framed for it.
Now, ten years later, Tess, Alex, and her young son are on the run from an enemy far more dangerous than they could have ever imagined. So dangerous, in fact, that not even those they left in Roswell aren't safe anymore. To right, what they've done wrong; Tess and Alex decided to return to Roswell to warn their friends of their unknown enemy and to give them the true translation of the book. But are they ready to pay the price for returning home?
A/N: I know that an 'Alex is alive' fic is not a new idea but since this story broke me out of the intense writers block i was suffering from, i decided to share it.
Tad bit of info before hand, I will have to briefly, I mean briefly, venture into the world of Max and Tess but their relationship is only used to move the plot along. Max and Tess WILL NOT be together! Repeat: Max and Tess will feel nothing romantic about each other.
• Alex really did go to Sweden but lied about why he was going. He really went there to find a simpler way to decode the book. In Sweden, he met Leanne aka Jennifer (a fellow alien), who helped him with the book and later, while he and Tess are on the run.
• While decoding the book, Alex was hit by ancient Antar cruse that should have killed him but instead caused him to develop powers. You’ll learn what happened, what will happen, and what power he has as the story goes on.
• Isabel’s visions of Alex at the end of season two and that one episode in season three will not be a part of Isabel’s guilty conscious. The reason Isabel can see Alex will tie into Alex’s power.
• I have also somewhat altered the effects that Tess and Max’s power has on them. Like, with Max, in order to heal people, he must absorb the person’s pain, which causes him pain. And Tess can only mind-wrap someone for so long before it begins to eat away at her body system and eventually her brain, making her believe the illusion is real. If she uses her power to long after that, she’ll become a vegetable and locked in her own illusion forever.
Warning! This story has loads of dark angst, death, and dark sarcastic humor. You’ve been warned.
Act 1, Part 1
April 23rd, 2001 7:30 PM
It had taken about three hours to make it to the deserted highway near the New Mexico State line. It was usually only about an hour drive but the torrential downpour of stinging rain mixed in with heavy hail had made the drive more difficult. The lone highway in question was more an old-school dirt road than a highway really. Only truck drivers and tourists (who didn't know the area, but were looking for a shortcut) used it. Born natives of New Mexico knew to watch out while driving on that road; it had developed a poor foundation over the centuries from tire-tracks and people in general. It was also cluttered with boulders and half-done asphalt potholes (from back when the state had tried in vain to restore it). With the crazy amount of rain pouring down, the road had become clumped together with hard mud balls that had boulders as their center. The mud was so hard, that if someone wasn't careful, they could get their tires stuck or, if they were lucky enough to get a mud ball, they could lose their car altogether. That wasn't something that the owner of a beaten-up black car feared as it zoomed down the road at about eighty miles an hour, recklessly, dodging boulders that were caked with mud and the road’s mud patches. The owner of the car didn't seem to care about his own well-being or that of others; at a closer look, someone might have thought the driver of that car had to be drunk to be driving like that in weather like this.
About a quarter mile up the dirt road, the car had come to a screeching halt and, a moment later, two figures hurriedly stepped out. The occupants of the car had been two teens, a boy who had been the driver and a girl who had been the passenger; both seemed to be around the same age and both wore darkly serious, gloomy expressions. The boy was tall but not gracefully so; he had medium length, and hair as black as night that was all over the place. It looked like he had run his fingers through it more than once. He wore simple clothing: a blue, long-sleeved shirt that had seen better days with a pair of faded-beige khakis. His features were average; he was run-of-the- mill guy, blending into the wallpaper. The only striking thing about him was his eyes… a deep, chocolate, brown that shone with an intense sense of understanding, the kind of understanding which, if someone wasn't careful, they could get lost in it for hours. But now those eyes had lost their serene light and a deadly sense of knowledge had replaced it, knowledge of what needed to be done and that everything is dangerous.
The girl, on the other hand, was not ordinary in any way. Sure, she was the kind of attractive blonde, blue eyed girl that almost every adolescent (or perverted old man) drooled over, but anything else toward normal ended there. Her blonde hair came down in long sheets of curly waves; her blue eyes usually sparkled with bubbly, naive excitement, but now looked burdened with a sense of pain… pain that no normal teen should know about yet. Then again, this wasn't any normal teen. She was an alien. After leaving the car, the two teens spoke briefly to each other before going to the car’s fender. The boy paused briefly before pulling a pair of keys from his pocket, opening up the trunk and pulling out what could only be two small duffel bags. The first duffel seemed to bulge slightly, overloaded with stuff and the boy groaned as he pulled that one out, sending the small blonde a glare which she returned with a smirk. The second duffel was small enough for the boy to simply pull out of the trunk effortlessly and sling over his left shoulder.
The boy slammed the trunk shut and, with a brief look at his small friend, started walking up the mud sleeked road, only stopping to let the young girl catch up to him. The two continued a mile up the road before either one of them spoke.
“Are we doing the right thing?” the short blonde asked, focusing on the road ahead of her for any oncoming cars.
The lanky boy carrying the duffels turned to her with a solemn but firm expression. “We’re doing what we have to do.” He said, harshly. He was beginning to look like a drowned puppy, his clothes drenched, and hanging off him like heavy comforters. But he didn't feel quite comforted right now. His wild hair was beginning to become plastered to his head. If truth be told, he was looking more like a drowned rat than a puppy.
“But is it right?” the blonde pushed, trying to ignore the painful stinging of the hail that marked her cheeks red. The tall boy only shrugged. He couldn't answer that. He wasn't doing this to be right; he was doing this because it would keep everybody safe. The small blonde let the subject drop and the two continued walking for another mile before an unmistakable sound startled them.
The two turned to each other sharply at the sound of the oncoming semi-truck. Even through the violent rain and hail; the truck still made the road shake from its power. The teens took a collective breath before deciding to bolt toward the small ditch on the side of the road they had noticed as they were walking, constantly slipping in the mud, before sliding into the ditch at the last minute, their duffels sloshing them both with wet mud. By the time, the two had settled into the rocky ditch, the semi had grown closer to them. There wasn't much time before the stilled car would be noticed in the middle of the road, if something wasn't done fast. With a deep breath, the blonde girl raised her hand toward the direction of the car they had abandoned a few miles back and, after a few moments of heavy concentrating, the car began to move toward the approaching semi. Neither the boy nor the girl had a clear view of the car in question until it was about a half a quarter mile from their position in the ditch, with the semi still about a mile away from them and the car. The boy noticed that the concentration it took to power the car forward was starting to take its toll on the blonde alien, so with a slight shove of the girl’s shoulder, he made the girl break the connection at the last moment. The car stopped and, moments later, the semi-truck collided with the boy’s small car.
The catastrophic collision the semi and the car made shouldn't have been much of a shock really; any car, no matter how big, wasn't a match for a semi, but that didn't stop the two teens from being unprepared for the devastating impact. Glass was thrown everywhere, in every direction from both vehicles and the initial impact from the semi made the small car cave in, causing it to buck wildly before finally bursting into flames and exploding. The driver of the semi had apparently been knocked unconscious by the initial impact and both teens had to resist the urge to go over and check to see if the man was alright; they couldn't worry about that now. The two had to remain impassive, detached from the situation. So they stayed silent, motionless, as they watched the small car’s flames slowly die away, the rain putting them it out and making everything, even the air, smell like charred charcoal.
“I need to head back to town,” the blonde said suddenly, glancing at her Mickey Mouse watch. The two hadn't said anything to each other in nearly an hour-- since the car caught on fire.
God, she’s too young for this, the tall boy thought, saddened by seeing something as childish, as innocent, as a flash of her Mickey Mouse watch; we’re both too young for this. “How are you going to get back?” the boy asked, shaking his thoughts away. “You can’t walk in this weather.” He was concerned. He didn't want her to get hurt. It was the last thing he wanted. Little too late for that, don’t you think? the boy thought bitterly.
“I’ll manage,” the girl said with a small smile. She always did. The small girl took one last look at the charred wreckage she had just created, trying to bite down the roaring guilt that was slowly sneaking up on her.It had to be done. It had been done to keep their friends safe,she thought, turning away from the wreck, choking down her urge to vomit. She prayed that they hadn't killed the man laying unconscious in the semi. She didn't think she could handle having that burden on her conscious, not with all the others she was going to be the keeper of soon.
“You sure there wasn't any other way, Tess?” The tall boy asked her as she climbed out of the ditch and began to walk down the road.
Tess paused, mulling it over, but she already knew the answer. “I wish there was.” Tess said. “Goodbye, Alex.” She smiled sadly at her friend before continuing to walk down the road into the next town to hitch a ride. She only had three hours to get back to Roswell, get cleaned, and get to the Crashdown to meet her friends. Isabel wanted to talk about the prom, about her date… with Alex. As Tess continued to walk back to town, Alex looked back to the wreckage that lay in front of him, the flames completely extinguished. God, what have we done? he thought, slowly putting his hand over his mouth to hide his erratic breathing as he looked at grisly scene before him. What are we about to do? Alex asked himself. Did they really know what they were up against? Were they doing the right thing by faking his death?
It didn’t matter thought, because no matter how much Alex had pleaded with himself to understand what needed (had) to be done. Even through all the bullshit excuses, he still couldn’t make himself believe that he and Tess were somehow doing (done) the right thing. They were creating deception, even if they were doing it for all the right reasons, doing it to keep their loved ones safe. It still didn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at his stomach; churning inside of him, causing him to picture the grief his death would cause his friends. Grief they would forever be laden with. It was almost too much bear. Almost.
Alex couldn’t look at the wreck anymore. Turning his head back to Tess, he saw that she had made it about a mile up the road already. How long had he been lost in his thoughts? How long had been staring at that fucking wreck?
Alex raised his hand slightly and waved sadly, as he watched Tess’s small form disappear from view. “Goodbye, Tess.” Alex mumbled softly, letting the tears he had held in since seeing the ‘Now Leaving Roswell’ sign, slip down his aching cheek, trailing through the dirt and dripping onto his dirty clothes. Goodbye.
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