The Story of My Life (CC, Mature) - Chapter 75 - Completed: 04/25/2021
Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2020 10:45 am
Title: Story of My Life
Author: Parker1947
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They were created once upon a time by Jason Katims and those associated with the writing staff of Roswell and before them it was the esteem creator of the Roswell High series by Melinda Metz book that captured all our attentions for more than 20 years….This story is based on the television show that started in 1999 and ended in 2002. I am just borrowing them for my own fun and imagination.
Disclaimer#2: This story was started in advance of certain events in today’s culture, and while the story is a lot more current than some of my others. Still its existence is fiction and does not reflect certain 2020 events, and any viewpoints expressed by the characters and shown to undertake are purely for the purpose of the story. As it is a fictional landscape, with a glance at today’s world for our characters.
Rating: Mature
Category: CC
Couples: Established: Michael and Maria, and Isabel and Kyle…
Characters: ALL
Synopsis: With her return to town, Tess engineered the ultimate destruction of the lives that the gang knew up to that point. Max most of all. As he makes the ultimate sacrifice to save his sister, Michael and especially Liz and they are all forced to live with the results of his decision. Because of the sacrifice that Max makes. The gang is forced to go on with life without him, but the future has a chance to reunite the gang, and to maybe right a lot of wrongs as Max and Liz, Michael and Maria face the new world order and create a whole new future for their families..
Changes from Show: Tess still died. She took down the army base with her, or did she? And the gang did flee Roswell, but cataclysmic actions took place that forever changed their lives, and made their actions to save themselves short-lived but everything story wise and show wise is kept, for good and for bad, as everything is blown up once they leave Roswell…
Song Credits: The title of this story comes from Neil Diamond’s The Story of My Life, and lyrics from the song will be used later in the story. While the song fits the story and Max and Liz like a glove, the story is not based on it, although it could be, I suppose but I am only using the name of the song, and the song itself… And Bryan Adams Everything I Do (I Do it For You) will also be used before the end of the story.
As this story does take a glance at the fallout that no one was really discussing from Season 3, most of all Chant Down Babylon and even Graduation. So, there are nods to the whole series, and of the incredible love and yet mostly rocky relationship of Max and Liz, now seen through different eyes…
There is not much show dialog in this story. But if there is any, credit goes to various Roswell transcripts at foreverdreaming.org
Enjoy…
The big building sat in front the brunette in the car as she sat there and glanced at it and had for the last twenty minutes as she battled the nerves of undertaking this endeavor. She knew her mother would have a fit, just like a she had a fit whenever his name was mentioned anytime since Olivia was old enough to remember. But she was here because she needed to do this, not because this was a right decision, because to her, it was right decision. Everyone else might have a different opinion on what she was about to do. But she was going to deal with it tomorrow. This was now, and this was what she needed to do.
For the first time since she could remember. She was going to do something she knew her mother would disagree with, and it felt freeing. Too much of her life had been stuck in the confines of her small town. Protected to the edge of rebellion. It is almost felt like her mother did not remember how it felt to be her age, and to want to live, and see the world. Even her boyfriend, Alex would tell her she was being foolish and risking the hellmouth opening again after years spent trying to close it to begin with and he had, and they had the biggest fight of their relationship the night before when she had opened up her mouth and spilled what was on her mind, on numerous fronts. She had ended up at home and in tears. But her mother had not been there, because she was, where she always was… at work
Trying to provide for the life they were trying to make do because of the circumstance and because as Alex kept reminding her the night before of the sacrifices their parents had made for them, and she was risking it all by undertaking this mission. How can I forget, because I cannot Alex, I am defined by what they have done?
Or the fact it had taken the sacrifice from someone who meant to the world to her, and to her mother. And it was someone she had not even met, because it had happened before she was born. Sixteen years before, when the hellmouth finally closed, and the danger level had dimmed, and sanity was able to reign.
Now she was going to open the pandora box again, and she could not guarantee they would come out of it in one piece. I have my reasons for wanting to do this. Too much of her recent actions have been risking consequences, and not just the fact she was looking up at the monstrous building and knowing what she was undertaking by going into the building and waking the beast.
I need to do this. Mom and Alex will understand and appreciate it in the end… Would they though? Olivia was not going to give up this chance to do what she was meant to do. Especially on this day.
Getting out of her car. She walked the path that led to the building and entered and went through the metal detector. Not like I am not used to this at school she mused. School security had come a long way since her mother was in school. Life had changed on many fronts, and therefore this was not new to her, as she was patted down and allowed to walk through the gate.
Finally, she was stopped. “Name?”
“Olivia Jones” she lied. She gave the request form that was always required when you come to one of these places.
“You are a journalist?” said the guard. “You don’t look old enough…”
“School newspaper,” Olivia muttered as she handed her fake ID to the guard. “I want to do an in-depth report for my newspaper, and maybe sell it to other papers as well, and who knows it might get me into university” which would please Mom Olivia muttered to herself. The university part at least, the other part will spark a major fight, she predicted. But then the way my life is going these days, this interview might be the easiest thing I will face in the coming months…
“The person you want to speak to, doesn’t give interviews”
“I know,” Olivia admitted. “I was hoping he would make an exception. “Tell him I come from his hometown” as if that were going to be a tantalizing piece that would get her the in, she needed with the person she had come to see.
“Where is that?” the guard asked.
“Roswell, New Mexico” Olivia sighed as she nodded to her ID. One especially created with her special talents so that they did not call her mother, or her aunt, or anyone in her extended family and ask permission. Because if they did this, then she knew she would be busted, and prevented from her destination. “I figured it’s been a long time, and he might want to hear the gossip of our mutual hometown?”
“He’s going to be difficult…” the guard muttered because the person the girl wanted to see had long been a problem. While he was quiet, and did his daily exercises, and worked the activities he was required to work, still, he was a hell of a problem, and he didn’t want to give this a girl a in with that kind of person.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else” Olivia smiled.
“I don’t think you know what you’re going to be dealing with,” the guard asked. “You do know why he is here, don’t you?”
“Of course, I would not be here if I did not know who he is, and how he has come to be in this place. I do a thorough investigation, you know Mister. Still, I think I can handle myself, and there will be a guard, right… So, it is not like I will be in there, alone with him?”
“Yes, that is protocol” the guard admitted.
“Then perfect, let me in, and all I want to do is him some questions…” Olivia asked. “And maybe come back another time and get more” she sighed because she knew a return visit would not be in the cards if the truth was allowed out into the open. So, I am going need to get what I need in this visit she muttered to herself.
“Fine, but another guard will be present” the guard reminded the girl. “So, do not think you are going to be allowed to ask anything more than you need to ask?”
“Naturally,” Olivia sigh and she almost took it as a relief that everything would be smooth, and she did not have to have the nerves that were fluttering away.
“Sit over there, and I’ll go and make the arrangements” the guard sighed as he left Olivia to her own devises as she checked her cellphone and saw a message from her mother. You are not home, where are you?
Out she responded.
Another one from her boyfriend, Alex. Has it happened, yet?
“Working on it, now” she muttered and typed back and got back a “Be careful” she sighed, as she waited.
“You can go in,” the guard said but your keys and no pens, pencils, and you will have to leave your phone with us. You only will be allowed to bring a recorder.”
“My phone is my recorder,” Olivia asked. “Really, I am not going to be planning any escape with this individual Mister. He does not know me, from Eve, as you have seen from the logs that this is my only visit until now. If I cannot take notes, then I need something… next time, I’ll be better prepared”
“Fine, you know how to argue. Are your parents’ lawyers?” the guard asked.
“No, a doctor. But my grandfather is a lawyer” she muttered as she followed as she thought of that grandparent and knew she might get some support from that side of the family at least because they were always worried and wanted her to know their son. Now her other set of grandparents were on their daughter’s side and warning her away.
You can guess which grandparent I am doing this for she laughed to her inner self as she was escorted into the visitor’s room where she was on the visiting side and told to wait. She did because she was not giving this chance up.
She waited an eternity or this moment, but it was a reality of twenty minutes. She kind of guessed that the person she was here to interview was being stubborn and refusing to come out of his where he was situated. So, she hoped this would work out and she would not be told by a guard coming into the room to say, her chance was over. That there would be no meeting today. She waited an eternity for this meeting, in more ways than the twenty minutes she was waiting for this meeting to take place. You can say I have been waiting for this meeting for sixteen years.
Just a split second before she was ready to give up and try this tomorrow, or another day when she could get the freedom to mount this exercise, when a door opened and a dark haired mystery man came out of back way, and pushed into the room, and told to take the first booth. She saw that he was arguing with the guard, but she sat and waited.
Finally, the wait ended when the man approached, and sat down in a huff like he did not want to be out of his room. “What the hell is this…”
“That is some greeting,” Olivia cracked as she got the first glance at the man behind the glass as the man gave her a startled glance as if he was finally concentrating on the situation as he went pale at his first true glance at her as if he was looking at a ghost, and in some quarters they might be thinking he was right, that he was looking at a ghost. “I am here…”
“You’re here to do an interview?” the man asked gruffly.
“If you consent?” Olivia muttered.
“What happens if I don’t give you that consent?” the man said equally gruff and in haunted terms. “If that is all you’re looking for then you can go back home. Because if you are really from Roswell, then you can go back to that town because no one in that town wants you here with me…”
“Two people do… at least” Olivia muttered. “You have many people back home who care about you, and would want to know if you’re alive, and if you’re well…”
“You say your name is Olivia Jones?” said the man with an irritated posture that was a mix of indifference and confusion. “I don’t know anyone named Jones and I certainly don’t know of any Olivia’s”
“I lied…” Olivia admitted. “But even if I was telling the truth, you wouldn’t have known of me given you have been in here all of my life” Which is why I am here because you have been absent all my life she muttered to herself. “So, the chances are you really don’t know too many Olivia’s…”
“What are you talking about?” the man asked. “Why would you lie about your name of all things?”
“So, that they would let me in here, and they wouldn’t call the people who would bust me” Olivia admitted as the man had a knack of staring into her soul and seemed to be taken back by what he was sensing.
“And what’s your real name than?” the man asked as he could not take his eyes off the teenage girl who seemed fascinated by him. Which was odd for him since he had crafted a reputation in here by staying away from the general public, and not doing much to engage with the prison population unless he was forced to.
The time has come to reveal all Olivia muttered to herself, and she knew it too. The rouse was up because the way he was looking at her was like he knew she was not being truthful, or the very least he would know enough to pull apart any false identity she tried to muster upon him. Plus, she wanted to experience what it would be like for him to know her identity.
“The name is Olivia…Parker” Olivia revealed to the stunned man whose eyes went wide as if she was confirming what his inner brain was trying to deny. “You know your parents, Phillip and Diane Evans, and most of all you know my mother, Elizabeth Parker. You knew her at one time as Liz.”
“You…. you are…” said the man. “You can’t be…” he whispered in a haunted tone.
“But I am. I am Olivia Parker and I know you to be Max Evans, formerly of Roswell, New Mexico… And I know you also to be my father…” she finally revealed to a stunned and silent room. “Of course, Mom didn’t give me your name. But everyone knows who you are, and that you are my father. They haven’t denied that, or ignored it for that matter, although, oh, how they tried, but they don’t.”
So, can I say, hello Dad…” Olivia muttered with a devilish smile as she gave a nod to the date that she was making this visit. “Or should I also say Happy Birthday Dad…”
Author: Parker1947
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They were created once upon a time by Jason Katims and those associated with the writing staff of Roswell and before them it was the esteem creator of the Roswell High series by Melinda Metz book that captured all our attentions for more than 20 years….This story is based on the television show that started in 1999 and ended in 2002. I am just borrowing them for my own fun and imagination.
Disclaimer#2: This story was started in advance of certain events in today’s culture, and while the story is a lot more current than some of my others. Still its existence is fiction and does not reflect certain 2020 events, and any viewpoints expressed by the characters and shown to undertake are purely for the purpose of the story. As it is a fictional landscape, with a glance at today’s world for our characters.
Rating: Mature
Category: CC
Couples: Established: Michael and Maria, and Isabel and Kyle…
Characters: ALL
Synopsis: With her return to town, Tess engineered the ultimate destruction of the lives that the gang knew up to that point. Max most of all. As he makes the ultimate sacrifice to save his sister, Michael and especially Liz and they are all forced to live with the results of his decision. Because of the sacrifice that Max makes. The gang is forced to go on with life without him, but the future has a chance to reunite the gang, and to maybe right a lot of wrongs as Max and Liz, Michael and Maria face the new world order and create a whole new future for their families..
Changes from Show: Tess still died. She took down the army base with her, or did she? And the gang did flee Roswell, but cataclysmic actions took place that forever changed their lives, and made their actions to save themselves short-lived but everything story wise and show wise is kept, for good and for bad, as everything is blown up once they leave Roswell…
Song Credits: The title of this story comes from Neil Diamond’s The Story of My Life, and lyrics from the song will be used later in the story. While the song fits the story and Max and Liz like a glove, the story is not based on it, although it could be, I suppose but I am only using the name of the song, and the song itself… And Bryan Adams Everything I Do (I Do it For You) will also be used before the end of the story.
As this story does take a glance at the fallout that no one was really discussing from Season 3, most of all Chant Down Babylon and even Graduation. So, there are nods to the whole series, and of the incredible love and yet mostly rocky relationship of Max and Liz, now seen through different eyes…
There is not much show dialog in this story. But if there is any, credit goes to various Roswell transcripts at foreverdreaming.org
Enjoy…
*
March 15, 2019
The big building sat in front the brunette in the car as she sat there and glanced at it and had for the last twenty minutes as she battled the nerves of undertaking this endeavor. She knew her mother would have a fit, just like a she had a fit whenever his name was mentioned anytime since Olivia was old enough to remember. But she was here because she needed to do this, not because this was a right decision, because to her, it was right decision. Everyone else might have a different opinion on what she was about to do. But she was going to deal with it tomorrow. This was now, and this was what she needed to do.
For the first time since she could remember. She was going to do something she knew her mother would disagree with, and it felt freeing. Too much of her life had been stuck in the confines of her small town. Protected to the edge of rebellion. It is almost felt like her mother did not remember how it felt to be her age, and to want to live, and see the world. Even her boyfriend, Alex would tell her she was being foolish and risking the hellmouth opening again after years spent trying to close it to begin with and he had, and they had the biggest fight of their relationship the night before when she had opened up her mouth and spilled what was on her mind, on numerous fronts. She had ended up at home and in tears. But her mother had not been there, because she was, where she always was… at work
Trying to provide for the life they were trying to make do because of the circumstance and because as Alex kept reminding her the night before of the sacrifices their parents had made for them, and she was risking it all by undertaking this mission. How can I forget, because I cannot Alex, I am defined by what they have done?
Or the fact it had taken the sacrifice from someone who meant to the world to her, and to her mother. And it was someone she had not even met, because it had happened before she was born. Sixteen years before, when the hellmouth finally closed, and the danger level had dimmed, and sanity was able to reign.
Now she was going to open the pandora box again, and she could not guarantee they would come out of it in one piece. I have my reasons for wanting to do this. Too much of her recent actions have been risking consequences, and not just the fact she was looking up at the monstrous building and knowing what she was undertaking by going into the building and waking the beast.
I need to do this. Mom and Alex will understand and appreciate it in the end… Would they though? Olivia was not going to give up this chance to do what she was meant to do. Especially on this day.
Getting out of her car. She walked the path that led to the building and entered and went through the metal detector. Not like I am not used to this at school she mused. School security had come a long way since her mother was in school. Life had changed on many fronts, and therefore this was not new to her, as she was patted down and allowed to walk through the gate.
Finally, she was stopped. “Name?”
“Olivia Jones” she lied. She gave the request form that was always required when you come to one of these places.
“You are a journalist?” said the guard. “You don’t look old enough…”
“School newspaper,” Olivia muttered as she handed her fake ID to the guard. “I want to do an in-depth report for my newspaper, and maybe sell it to other papers as well, and who knows it might get me into university” which would please Mom Olivia muttered to herself. The university part at least, the other part will spark a major fight, she predicted. But then the way my life is going these days, this interview might be the easiest thing I will face in the coming months…
“The person you want to speak to, doesn’t give interviews”
“I know,” Olivia admitted. “I was hoping he would make an exception. “Tell him I come from his hometown” as if that were going to be a tantalizing piece that would get her the in, she needed with the person she had come to see.
“Where is that?” the guard asked.
“Roswell, New Mexico” Olivia sighed as she nodded to her ID. One especially created with her special talents so that they did not call her mother, or her aunt, or anyone in her extended family and ask permission. Because if they did this, then she knew she would be busted, and prevented from her destination. “I figured it’s been a long time, and he might want to hear the gossip of our mutual hometown?”
“He’s going to be difficult…” the guard muttered because the person the girl wanted to see had long been a problem. While he was quiet, and did his daily exercises, and worked the activities he was required to work, still, he was a hell of a problem, and he didn’t want to give this a girl a in with that kind of person.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else” Olivia smiled.
“I don’t think you know what you’re going to be dealing with,” the guard asked. “You do know why he is here, don’t you?”
“Of course, I would not be here if I did not know who he is, and how he has come to be in this place. I do a thorough investigation, you know Mister. Still, I think I can handle myself, and there will be a guard, right… So, it is not like I will be in there, alone with him?”
“Yes, that is protocol” the guard admitted.
“Then perfect, let me in, and all I want to do is him some questions…” Olivia asked. “And maybe come back another time and get more” she sighed because she knew a return visit would not be in the cards if the truth was allowed out into the open. So, I am going need to get what I need in this visit she muttered to herself.
“Fine, but another guard will be present” the guard reminded the girl. “So, do not think you are going to be allowed to ask anything more than you need to ask?”
“Naturally,” Olivia sigh and she almost took it as a relief that everything would be smooth, and she did not have to have the nerves that were fluttering away.
“Sit over there, and I’ll go and make the arrangements” the guard sighed as he left Olivia to her own devises as she checked her cellphone and saw a message from her mother. You are not home, where are you?
Out she responded.
Another one from her boyfriend, Alex. Has it happened, yet?
“Working on it, now” she muttered and typed back and got back a “Be careful” she sighed, as she waited.
“You can go in,” the guard said but your keys and no pens, pencils, and you will have to leave your phone with us. You only will be allowed to bring a recorder.”
“My phone is my recorder,” Olivia asked. “Really, I am not going to be planning any escape with this individual Mister. He does not know me, from Eve, as you have seen from the logs that this is my only visit until now. If I cannot take notes, then I need something… next time, I’ll be better prepared”
“Fine, you know how to argue. Are your parents’ lawyers?” the guard asked.
“No, a doctor. But my grandfather is a lawyer” she muttered as she followed as she thought of that grandparent and knew she might get some support from that side of the family at least because they were always worried and wanted her to know their son. Now her other set of grandparents were on their daughter’s side and warning her away.
You can guess which grandparent I am doing this for she laughed to her inner self as she was escorted into the visitor’s room where she was on the visiting side and told to wait. She did because she was not giving this chance up.
*
She waited an eternity or this moment, but it was a reality of twenty minutes. She kind of guessed that the person she was here to interview was being stubborn and refusing to come out of his where he was situated. So, she hoped this would work out and she would not be told by a guard coming into the room to say, her chance was over. That there would be no meeting today. She waited an eternity for this meeting, in more ways than the twenty minutes she was waiting for this meeting to take place. You can say I have been waiting for this meeting for sixteen years.
Just a split second before she was ready to give up and try this tomorrow, or another day when she could get the freedom to mount this exercise, when a door opened and a dark haired mystery man came out of back way, and pushed into the room, and told to take the first booth. She saw that he was arguing with the guard, but she sat and waited.
Finally, the wait ended when the man approached, and sat down in a huff like he did not want to be out of his room. “What the hell is this…”
“That is some greeting,” Olivia cracked as she got the first glance at the man behind the glass as the man gave her a startled glance as if he was finally concentrating on the situation as he went pale at his first true glance at her as if he was looking at a ghost, and in some quarters they might be thinking he was right, that he was looking at a ghost. “I am here…”
“You’re here to do an interview?” the man asked gruffly.
“If you consent?” Olivia muttered.
“What happens if I don’t give you that consent?” the man said equally gruff and in haunted terms. “If that is all you’re looking for then you can go back home. Because if you are really from Roswell, then you can go back to that town because no one in that town wants you here with me…”
“Two people do… at least” Olivia muttered. “You have many people back home who care about you, and would want to know if you’re alive, and if you’re well…”
“You say your name is Olivia Jones?” said the man with an irritated posture that was a mix of indifference and confusion. “I don’t know anyone named Jones and I certainly don’t know of any Olivia’s”
“I lied…” Olivia admitted. “But even if I was telling the truth, you wouldn’t have known of me given you have been in here all of my life” Which is why I am here because you have been absent all my life she muttered to herself. “So, the chances are you really don’t know too many Olivia’s…”
“What are you talking about?” the man asked. “Why would you lie about your name of all things?”
“So, that they would let me in here, and they wouldn’t call the people who would bust me” Olivia admitted as the man had a knack of staring into her soul and seemed to be taken back by what he was sensing.
“And what’s your real name than?” the man asked as he could not take his eyes off the teenage girl who seemed fascinated by him. Which was odd for him since he had crafted a reputation in here by staying away from the general public, and not doing much to engage with the prison population unless he was forced to.
The time has come to reveal all Olivia muttered to herself, and she knew it too. The rouse was up because the way he was looking at her was like he knew she was not being truthful, or the very least he would know enough to pull apart any false identity she tried to muster upon him. Plus, she wanted to experience what it would be like for him to know her identity.
“The name is Olivia…Parker” Olivia revealed to the stunned man whose eyes went wide as if she was confirming what his inner brain was trying to deny. “You know your parents, Phillip and Diane Evans, and most of all you know my mother, Elizabeth Parker. You knew her at one time as Liz.”
“You…. you are…” said the man. “You can’t be…” he whispered in a haunted tone.
“But I am. I am Olivia Parker and I know you to be Max Evans, formerly of Roswell, New Mexico… And I know you also to be my father…” she finally revealed to a stunned and silent room. “Of course, Mom didn’t give me your name. But everyone knows who you are, and that you are my father. They haven’t denied that, or ignored it for that matter, although, oh, how they tried, but they don’t.”
So, can I say, hello Dad…” Olivia muttered with a devilish smile as she gave a nod to the date that she was making this visit. “Or should I also say Happy Birthday Dad…”