Banner by April
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'd taken about three hours to make it to the deserted highway near the New Mexico State line. It usually was only about an hour drive...but the torrential downpour of stinging rain and heavy hail had made the drive much more difficult.
The lone highway was more a dirt road than a highway really. Only truck drivers and tourists...who didn't know the area, but were looking for a shortcut...would use it. Born natives of the state knew better, knew to watch out while driving on that road. It had developed a poor foundation over the years from tire-tracks and poor upkeep. It had also become cluttered with boulders and asphalt potholes, half-ptached up from back when the state had tried in vain to restore it...amd with the crazy amount of rain pouring down, the road had become clumped together with hard mud that had hugh rocks as their center.
The mud had become so hard, that if someone wasn't careful, they would get their tires stuck...or if they were unlucky enough to get a mud ball, they would lose their car's axis altogether...but that wasn't really something that the owner of a black car feared as it zoomed down the road at top speed. The driver's turns were reckless, swerving to dodge boulders 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; and at a closer look, someone might have thought the driver of the car could be drunk to be driving like that in this weather.
About a quarter mile up the road, the car csme to a complete stop...and, a moment later, two hurried figures stepped out. The occupants were two teens; a boy, the driver and a girl, the passenger....both seemed to be around the same age and wore equally dark expressions. The boy was tall but not gracefully so; he had medium length hair as black as midnight 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 and a pair of faded-beige khakis. His features were average; run-of-the- mill. He blended into the wallpaper. The only striking thing about him were his eyes, a deep, chocolate brown that shone with an intense sense of understanding, shinning with a kindness that someone could get lost in for hours.
But now those eyes had lost that serene light...and a deadly knowledge had replaced it, a sense of what needed to be done; a intimate feeling that everything in the world was dangerous.
The girl, on the other hand, was not ordinary in any way.
She was an attractive kind of blonde, blue eyed girl that almost every adolescent...or perverted old man...drooled over, but her normalities ended there. Her blonde hair came down in long sheets of curly waves; her blue eyes sparkled with bubbly, naive excitement....but now they looked burdened with pain; a sorrow that no normal teen should have to know about yet.
But then again, she wasn't a normal teenager. 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, pulling a pair of keys out from his pocket and opened the trunk. He pulled out what could only be described as two small duffel bags. The first one seemed to bulge slightly, overloaded...and the boy groaned as he pulled it out, sending the small blonde a glare which she returned with a look. The second duffel was small enough for the boy to simply pull out of the trunk and sling over his 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. They continued a mile up before either one of them spoke again.
“Are we doing the right thing?” the short blonde asked, focusing on the trek ahead for any oncoming cars.
The lanky boy carrying the duffels turned to her with a solemn 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. His wild hair was beginning to become plastered to his head.
“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 continued to walk the path for another mile before an unmistakable sound startled her. The two turned 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 bolting towards the small ditch on the other side of them, sliding in at the last minute. Their duffels sloshed them both with wet mud, and by the time the two had settled into the rocky ditch, the semi had grown closer. There wasn't much time before their stilled car would be noticed in the middle of the road.
With a deep breath, the blonde girl raised her hand towards 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 what was happening until it was about a half a mile from their position on the ground, 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 next to him. So with a slight shove on the girl’s shoulder, he made her break the connection.
The car stopped....and moments later, the semi-truck collided with the small car. The catastrophic collision of a semi and a car 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 its devastating impact. Glass was thrown everywhere and the initial impact from the semi made the car cave in, causing it to buck wildly before bursting into flames and exploding.
The driver of the semi had apparently been knocked unconscious by the impact...and both teens had to resist the urge to go over and check to see if the man was still alive. But they couldn't worry about that now. They had to remain impassive, detached from the situation. So they stayed motionless as they watched the small car’s flames slowly die down; the rain putting it out...and making everything, even the air, smell like charred flesh.
“I need to head back to town,” the blonde said suddenly, glancing at her watch. They hadn't said anything to each other in nearly an hour-- since the car caught on fire.
“How are you going to get back?” the boy asked, worried. He didn't want anything bad to happen to her. Ailen or not, she was still a teenage girl. “You can’t walk in this weather.”
“I’ll manage,” the girl said with a small smile. She always did.
The girl took one last look at the charred wreckage she had just created, trying to bite down the roaring guilt that slowly snuck up on her. It had to be done. It had to be done to keep their friends safe.She turned away from the wreckage, choking down the 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.”
“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 with her friends. Isabel wanted to talk about the prom, about her date… with Alex.
As she continued back to town, Alex looked to the wreckage that lay in front of him...the flames completely extinguished. God, what have we done?!
He slowly putt his hand over his mouth to hide his erratic breathing. He kept staring at the grisly scene before him. What are we about to do?! 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 pleaded with himself to understand what needed be done, even through all the bullshit excuses of mortality, he still couldn’t make himself believe that he and Tess were somehow doing the right thing. They were creating deception...even if they were doing it for all the right reasons. They were keeping their loved ones safe...but what about the damage they were about to cause, the pain they would soon inflict? It didn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at his stomach, from churning his guts inside out...or causing him to picture the grief his death would cause his friends. Grief they would forever be laden with. It was almost too much for him to bare.
Alex looked away from their destruction and instead turned to Tess. She was about a mile up the road now. He raised his hand and waved, watching Tess’s small frame disappear from view.
“Goodbye, Tess.” Alex mumbled sadly, tears he had been holding in since seeinb the ‘Now Leaving Roswell’ sign, slip down his cheeks, leaving a trail of dirt and soot dripping onto his wet clothes.
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