I, Liz (Multi XO, MATURE, cc/uc) AN 6/8 [WIP]

[KiaraAlexisKlay]

Moved to Shot Through The Heart

[KiaraAlexisKlay]

Moved to Shot Through The Heart

[KiaraAlexisKlay]

Aww...thanks D!

did you see, once again you and B and peytonleigh are responsible for this so !

*huggles*

I'm so glad you liked it, geeze, I spent most of this week staying up till all hours trying to type it out and then it was all over and I'm like, darn, I still need to do another installment, lol.

So what do you think? Should I have Liz come clean about her powers to Ollie? Cause really, can't get to the sexing if she's too injured, eh? And as to the description of the clocktower, I figured after Black Canary totally trashed the place with her sonic scream that Oliver might have put a few new extras in...and I was trying to remember if his clock tower was in star city like in the comics or if it was in metropolis....grr....oh, well, it's in star city in my series i cite artistic license, so there!

Also....do you think I should let Liz come clean to Serena about her powers? If anybody has any suggestions or comments about this series, either the Liz/Ollie or any of the other I, Liz stories feel free to share and I'll take them all into consideration. Ask darkmoon, she asked for a rodney mckay/liz pairing and i gave it to her! and peyton wanted a oliver/liz and then a green arrow/liz pairing and voila! here we are!

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Bad Day
by Kristin aka KiaraAlexisKlay
Disclaimer: neither Roswell nor the Bourne series of movies is mine to own.
Genre: Crossover
Summary: Treadstone training has it's bad days.
Rating: MATURE language, violence, torturous training
Pairing: Liz/David Webb (pre Jason Bourne)
A/N: this one's for darkmoon since I've been holding it as a promise for a fic and I haven't delivered yet, so here it is. Also, if some things concerning the Bourne movies aren't correct, please don't hurt me. It's just been a while and I'm running off memory of JB's flashbacks so don't hold me too accountable, be easy. Just remember David Webb is who Jason Bourne was before he took of the mantle of Bourne, the assassin

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Captain David Webb, US Army Ranger, gave a deep breath of much needed air, the burn of liquid running down his sinus' even as great splatters of water shook from the hood covering his face reminded him of when you'd go swimming and get water up your nose, only he didn't know when his next breath would be and he took in that one breath just as he felt himself propelled forward and down, once again being submerged against his will in a grated vat of water to keep him from coming up before They let him.

Finally, after what seemed like ages and eons to David, he was roughly pulled back up and carted off. Embarrassing, at almost six feet two inches he was hauled off like some drunk being taken out by two burly bouncers, and Webb felt every bump and jar of his journey as his handlers purposely ran him into every wall and sharp corner they possibly could, and tripped him to watch him fall just for fun.

After being tripped for the third time in as many minutes, Webb felt his ribs give as a swift kick was his punishment for 'misbehaving'. He still wore the hood, making breathing difficult, and his arms were still bound behind his back. His ears picked up the sound of a cell door opening and even though he tried to prepare himself, he couldn't quite stop himself as he slammed into the wall, and slid down to floor on his injured side. Still bound and blinded by the hood, Webb waited tense moments to make sure there would be no 'punishing' kick or punch while he was down, and he could just make out the sound of their boots clomping away after the ominous clang of the door slaming shut and locking.

It was only when he thought he was alone did he allow his body to react, and he didn't stop himself as his body shook and shuddered with pain and grief, wondering what the hell he'd done to deserve this. Oh, yeah, he did the stupid thing every veteran of the military warned against, what he himself warned against; he volunteered. Cursing his luck for volunteering for something that he wasn't even sure was properly sanctioned, he froze when he heard a scurrying sound.

Rats? Did they put him in with the rats again?

Webb couldn't help the shudder of fear that gripped him at that thought. Normally he wouldn't have cared about the rats, but after being put in a room with a bunch of starving rats and being doused with grease and fat from a pork roast, he never wanted to hear that particular scritching of tiny clawed feet and sibilant squeaks of malevolence ever again.

On the off chance, the hope, the desperation, that it wasn't rats, Webb found his voice.

"He- uh, hello?"

He waited anxiously and heard that noise again, but this time there was something almost...clothlike about it. The sound of bare skin moving against the concrete that made up the walls and floor of this hellhole.

"He, hello?" a voice hoarse from unuse -or screaming- replied, as if its owner had to remember how to speak.

"Who's there?" Webb tried to scoot himself away, at least to sit up, but it was taking more effort than he was used to. Not that he was surprised. This past week had been an unending exercise in sleep and food deprivation, not to mention that damned water tank and the rats, and the lovely escort to this cell.

There was more silence, and then Webb felt a presence come toward him, but oddly enough, he didn't feel too threatened aside from the fact that he was still bound and hooded. He felt the body heat before he felt the actual touch on his face, so he didn't jerk as he felt small, delicate hands reach out and touch him. He did stiffen in wariness, but those soft hands just went about their business, and then he felt the wonderful chill of fresh air as his hood was taken off and tossed across the room.

Webb inhaled deeply, eyes closed, loving the feel of the cool air brushing against his exposed face, sucking in deep lungfuls of air untainted by his own breathing in that confined hood. He opened his eyes when his rescuer felt around his shoulders, and down his arms to feel about his arms and wrists where he was bound. Those small, clever fingers made short work of the zip tie and that too joined the dratted hood in the far corner of the cell.

Webb got a good look at the one who freed him, and he was surprised to say the least. A petite waif of a girl knelt nearby, she was about one of her arm lengths away from him, close enough to free him but still keeping some distance. Not that he couldn't still easily reach her, but it was the way she held herself, with a tense wariness mixed in with a quiet dignity that caught his attention.

"Who are you?" he repeated, and those dry cracked lips twisted upward in wry smile.

"Liz Parker. Elizabeth Claudia Parker. That's who I was...before..."

Her hair was raggedly cut, long in some places, short in others and Webb realized that it had been cut that way on purpose. Probably another one of the mental games that their 'trainers' were so fond of, and the dim lighting wasn't good enough to see the color clearly, but he thought it would be a dark brown, if not black in better light. Her skin had a sallow, pale look that proved she hadn't seen the outside in years probably, though there was a dark tinge so she must have some exotic flavor to her to keep that tint despite her not having been sun-side in forever. Her bones were clearly seen against that unusual skin, some bones pulling and tightening the skin about them, while others just seemed to hang the skin like a blanket between a clothes line.

"Who...who are you?" she asked, and despite the husky unused quality Webb decided he liked it. It was the first friendly voice he'd heard in a long time.

"Webb, David Webb, Captain of the United States Army Rangers, attached to the 101st Airborne."

Webb could see one delicate eyebrow wing upward and a slight twist of her lips though no sound came forth, but Webb still got the impression he was being laughed at...and honestly, he felt like laughing at himself. He could see her mouth the words of his name, David Webb, and still no sound emerged, but Webb just shrugged it off.

"Yeah, fancy titles don't mean jack down here, huh?" he asked, leaning his head back against the wall as he settled more comfortably now that he wasn't bound, and his companion simply shook her head in agreement, still watching carefully.

After several long moments of quiet, in which Webb had closed his eyes, pretending to rest and ignore the neutral regard of Elizabeth, he found his patience was rewarded as a small but remarkably limber and strong body came closer to his, seeking out his body heat as the temperature gradually dropped. Webb smiled, just like a little bird to come into his trap, but he was careful not to spook her.

"Why you here?" she finally asked, as her head came to lay on his shoulder, curling up next to him as if she had the choice of burrowing deep inside him, she would.

"Oh, just had a bad day I guess," he shrugged, and a choked, wheezing giggle rumbled against his chest, bringing the first true smile to his face.

"Yeah...bad day," she agreed, and the two gradually drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

~~~

[KiaraAlexisKlay]

Prodigal

By Kristin aka KiaraAlexisKlay

Disclaimer: Neither Roswell nor The Covenant belongs to me. I am just dabbling in their worlds, twisting them to our amused entertainment.

Genre: Roswell crossover with The Covenant. AU

Synopsis: Sequel to “Not that Girl” which had a one-sided Liz/Caleb pairing. This takes place a few months after that, so if you haven’t read it, you should so you know where this stands although it isn’t entirely necessary.

Pairing: Caleb/Sara, Pogue/Kate...no certain ship for Liz, Reid, and Tyler.


Rating: MATURE for language, innuendo.



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Prodigal

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His words tapering off, Caleb Danvers shifted his eyes to and from searching, even as his brothers stiffened at attention. A familiar, yet at the same time strange, brush of power caressed the plethora of auras surrounding them...someone powerful making their presence known.


As one, the Sons of Ipswich turned to face the new player in town.


There she stood, for it could be no one else, across the street and observing them with head tilted inquisitively. A feathery brush of sable colored hair partially covered big does eyes just a shade lighter than her hair. The sunlight glimmered gold against honey-colored skin that looked as smooth as molasses and Caleb swore he could smell the scent of vanilla. But the wind was blowing in the wrong direction to carry her scent to him.


She was so familiar...


“Who’s she?” Sara questioned softly, first alerted to Caleb’s distraction when he trailed off in the middle of a sentence. Pogue, Reid, and Tyler suddenly snapping on alert like hound dogs catching an interesting scent was her second clue.


“Oh, Pogue, isn’t that Elizabeth?” Kate pointed out in disbelief, gawking at the now approaching figure dodging traffic.


“What the hell?” Pogue visibly started, and if possible, the four male’s stares grew in intensity.


“What? Who? What’s going on?”


Sara was confused. Kate looked like she was going to say something but then the mystery girl finally made it, and paused a good ten feet away. That might have had something to do with the fact that the Sons had formed an unconscious wall, stand four abreast, stepping so that Kate and Sara were protected behind them.


“What’s going on?” Sara whispered furiously, even as she was craning her neck so she wouldn’t miss the scene play out before her.


“Elizabeth is Pogue’s half-sister,” Kate whispered back just as softly and quickly.


“No way,” Sara shook her head in disbelief. “They look nothing like-”


Suddenly the girl – Elizabeth – smirked and Sara was floored. The two siblings may have looked like polar opposites: Pogue had blond hair and blue eyes while Elizabeth was dark and tan – but that smirk was entirely too similar for Sara’s comfort. When Elizabeth smirked Sara could just as suddenly see the resemblance, and it was scary.


“Hello, big brother,” Elizabeth spoke for the first time.


The sons stiffened further and Sara’s heart leaped to see what would happen next.

~~~

[KiaraAlexisKlay]

Outcast Even Among Family
By Kristin aka KiaraAlexisKlay
Disclaimer: Roswell and The Covenant do not belong to me in any way shape or form. Also I do not know what Pogue’s father’s name was, if it was even mentioned in the film, so if anybody knows I will correct it.
Genre: Crossover, AU between Roswell and The Covenant.
Synopsis: Sequel to ‘Not That Girl’ and ‘Prodigal’…we see a little of what Liz’s real family life is like.
Rating: MATURE for language, innuendo.
Pairing: Caleb/Sara, Pogue/Kate, no ship as of yet for Liz, Reid, and Tyler.


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Outcast Even Among Family

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“What the hell are you doing here, Elizabeth?” Pogue growled, brows drawn down as he glared at his half-sister.

Elizabeth was exactly six months younger than he, but Pogue had never admitted the relation unless absolutely necessary. Taking his cue from both of his parents, he’d fought not to become attached to the young girl who’d been forced upon them every summer to learn control of her abilities.

Though she was not the Eldest heir of the Parry line, she still carried Parry blood and certain extras that came from descending of that Line. Despite being second born, she was Firstborn of her mother’s line, and that made all the difference. It appeared that the extras could be passed on to more than one offspring, provided the other progeny were not born to the same mother.

“You don’t seem too happy to see me, Pogue,” Elizabeth stated, her soft smile of greeting fading slightly.

“And that’s different than any other time, when?” Pogue snorted, crossing his arms and setting his leather jacket creaking with the movement.

“Pogue,” Tyler hissed, giving the slightly bigger and broader boy a jab with his elbow.

The smile had disappeared from her mouth completely by now, and Caleb started to see the unfamiliar wash of bitterness and an ancient, weighted dullness dimming her eyes before the smooth mask of neutrality slid in place.

“Well, hot damn, Eliza, you’re all grown up!” Reid burst out, and he broke ranks first to close the gap between him and the young woman. He lifted her in a hug that kept her feet off the ground as he spun her about.

Elizabeth’s laughter – pure and genuine, Caleb noted – was like the sun shining through on an overcast day and spilled over onto those gathered. Her arms were wrapped about the tall blonde’s neck and shoulders, and her left leg anchored herself as he twirled around. Her smile flashed brilliantly and Caleb couldn’t resist it’s call, a grin of his own touching his lips briefly watching the pair’s obvious joy.

“Threesome!” Tyler whooped, laughing, as he followed Reid’s lead to greet the smaller brunette.

“Ty!” Liz laughed, tilting her head to catch the kiss he placed on her cheek and leaned slightly into his comforting warmth from the safety of Reid’s arms.

Reid’s spicy cologne and Tyler’s musky scent barely concealed the almost ingrained scent of chlorine and the salty tang of the ocean mixed with the crisp, addictively sweet taste of power…ancient and familiar. It was a scent she knew by memory and had missed dearly, a bittersweet reminder of comfort and sadness that defined her summers growing up the illegitimate and unwanted daughter of Adrian Parry, a rich just married playboy and the little aspiring anthropology student Nancy Brennan, a nobody working class girl.

“Hey, baby girl,” Ty murmured affectionately, touching foreheads briefly, while Reid gently nipped her shoulder to gain her attention.

“Hey, no sampling the wares, mister,” she protested, smiling with amusement and mock indignation at the blond bad boy.

“You’re not paying any attention to me,” he pouted and Liz couldn’t resist.

“Now isn’t that a first, change is good for you, poor baby,” she cooed, playing with the short hairs on the nape of his neck and Reid shuddered as his body clenched in pleasurable torment. His neck was definitely a ticklish/erotic zone, and one Eliza seemed to have the knack for both the tickle and the torture aspect.

He’d forgotten what a rush it was to be in her presence, her familiar aura and power mingling with his, teasing and caressing. He never felt so aware of everything around him without having to use his own power; it was just something that Eliza brought with her. He knew Pogue would never admit it, and Caleb had never been in on his, Tyler and Gorman’s discussions about this, but they suspected that one of Eliza’s special abilities was to act as a catalyst to their powers. Sort of in the manner that Chase, had he not turned out to be a power hungry murdering asshole, would have done to complete the Covenant.

“Good grief,” Pogue grunted in derision, casting a baleful glare at his ‘traitorous’ friends gathered around the petite brunette.

“Easy, Pogue,” Caleb’s hand on his shoulder was welcome and not, and he nodded acknowledgement to his leader.

“I’m going to keep Tyler and Reid from mauling her on the street and we can go somewhere more private to talk.”

With a final squeeze, Caleb walked toward the trio. Pogue felt a spurt of jealousy when he saw Elizabeth give Caleb a welcoming smile and laugh. He couldn’t hear the soft spoken words Caleb said that finally freed her from Reid’s embrace, but he could see her throw her arms around him in a big hug.

“You’re not jealous of the bastard,” Pogue grumbled to himself, quickly locking down any unnecessary emotion.

Even as he met the foursome with his now stoic, unshakeable wall, he couldn’t help thinking, who was the bastard he was referring to?

~~~

[KiaraAlexisKlay]

Wow.

I'm thrilled you all like this series. Not just the I,Liz as a whole, but the little individual spin-offs as well.

And yes, I have more Reid/Liz tendencies for some reason in this particular Covenant crossing, but I still don't know if I want an actual shipper pairing or not. This particular crossing is more geared toward the family life and how Liz would fit in with the Sons than anything romantic wise, though I'm not objectionable to something along those lines.

And to answer paper question, it's a little mix of both. Not That Girl, Prodigal, and Outcast are all in the same crossover universe yet each story could stand on it's own if need be. So you don't have to read them all in order to know what's going on, but it'd help some.

I'm planning on at least two or three more stories to go along with this specific covenant universe so just keep a lookout!

[KiaraAlexisKlay]

I Guess It’s Going to Have to Hurt
By Kristin aka KiaraAlexisKlay
Disclaimer: Roswell and The Covenant are not mine, they belong to their respective creators, T.V. stations, etc.
Synopsis: Part Four of the ‘Girl’ series, beginning with ‘Not that Girl’, ‘Prodigal’, and ‘Outcast Even Among Family’.
Pairing: Pogue/Kate, Caleb/Sara. No ship for Liz, Reid, or Tyler as of yet.



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I Guess It’s Going to Have to Hurt

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Liz wasn’t dishonest enough with herself that she couldn’t admit, at least to herself, that Pogue’s snubbing hurt. You’d think that after almost eighteen years that she’d expect, nay prepare for it, but still…it hurt so bad.

Tyler and Reid were almost the same as always, her outer shell of protection from both her brother and her father’s censure. It amused her to see the new appreciation and regard they had for her, even if they themselves weren’t aware of it yet.

It took almost eighteen years, but Reid and Tyler now saw her as a female, a real female, and not just Pogue’s unwanted half sister. She knew for certain Reid had noticed, his body at least had recognized her, as they had been pressed so intimately together. And Tyler…well, she’d always had a certain connection with Tyler on an emotional standpoint, so she just *knew* his thoughts had shifted where her status as a member of the opposite sex was concerned.

And then she felt him, a presence and warmth so familiar and welcome in a different way. Liz turned in Reid’s arms to flash a mega-watt smile Caleb’s way, and laughed at Reid’s pout.

“Let her go, Garwin, m y turn,” Caleb smirked and Liz gladly went from Reid’s arms to Caleb’s. Long arms wrapped around her and tugged her close for a friendly hug.

Liz buried her head against his chest and finally willed herself to relax. She knew he had a girlfriend, and in no way was she trying to make a move on someone else’s guy! Been there, had it happen to her before, not going to happen by her! But that didn’t change the fact that Caleb Danvers gave the best hugs that made her feel safe, cherished, and loved. Almost better than an Alex hug.

“Hey, you,” he murmured into the top of her hair.

“Hey ya back,” she answered, breaking the hug with inner reluctance.

“What…? Is Elizabeth Parker too old and too good to give me a proper hug?” Caleb teased a smile from her.

“Never, but I haven’t given Ty a hug yet, and I don’t need to make enemies with your new girl over there,” Liz gave a traditional Parry smirk, laughing when Caleb quickly released her and sought out Sara before he even finished turning around.

She was chuckling as she gave Tyler a proper hug before allowing herself to be tugged along by Reid and Tyler to the rest of the group.

Pogue was glaring at her again – no surprise there- and the ever beautiful Kate Tunney by his side. Liz had never been really close to her brother’s steady girlfriend – she wasn’t allowed. The girls were civil enough to one another and Kate hadn’t tormented her as some of the others had all those summers ago.

The coco-skinned beauty gave her a slight nod of acknowledgement as they boys hustled her closer and Liz returned it in kind. Years of dealing with Isabel had helped her see it wasn’t exactly personal, even if the realization was small consolation.

Her eyes were drawn to Caleb and the little blonde who was peeping curiously out at her from her safe position tucked against Caleb. It mad Liz smile, quite sharply reminded of Michael’s treatment of Maria, and quickly she tucked the memory away as Reid dove right into the introductions.

“Sara Wenham, this is Elizabeth Parker, one of our oldest and dearest friends. Eliza, this is Sara Wenham, Caleb’s girlfriend and Kate’s roommate.”

“Hello, nice to meet you,” Sara smiled, noting the familial connection was left out but not commenting upon it.

Yet.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Liz greeted politely, but her smile held real warmth, and Sara relaxed into Caleb. Some instinct told her that despite their greeting, Elizabeth was no threat to her and Caleb’s relationship.

It’d taken her a few years, two ex-boyfriends, a broken heart, a dead best friend-surrogate brother-confidante, and an extended self imposed exile to an all girl boarding school, but Liz could safely say she was no longer in love with Caleb Danvers. She was even sincere when she wished the pair the best, and meant it when she said it was nice to meet her.

See…even little girls have to grow out of their crushes someday.

~~~

[KiaraAlexisKlay]

Bad Times

By Kristin aka Kiara Alexis Klay

Genre: Crossover – Roswell; The Bourne Identity Movies

Disclaimer: Neither Roswell nor The Bourne movies or books are mine…I just dabble in their worlds from time to time.

Rating: Mature for graphic content.

Pairing: established David Webb (Jason Bourne)/ Elizabeth (Liz) Parker friendship

Synopsis: Sequel to “Bad Day” and the prequel to “Bad Things”…the continuation of the Liz/Bourne saga.

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David reared back as his spittle and blood arched further behind to splatter against the wall. His body was bowed taunt like a bow drawn just before release, arms stretched at the conflicting pull of his upper body against the firm weight of the manacles chained to the floor. His jaw was almost as sore as the rest of his body, it’s more recent hurt stinging worse than the lip he’d bit through just seconds previously from the right hook of his current ‘trainer’.

His position made it difficult to breathe and to think coherently, and for a moment he did neither. For a moment, all he could think about was the pain, and dimly he wondered if he would ever see Elizabeth in the light of day.

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“C’mon, Zero, time to go! On your feet!”

Elizabeth groaned, almost too tired to give a gerbil’s smelly butt about giving the illusion of strength, but a deep seated will kept her on going. A will of iron and steel forged in the hammers of adversity and smelted and purified in the fires of survival. So tired…she’d fought so long…so hard.

She was only a girl, and had been a true middle class American one at that, who hadn’t needed to do anything more physically strenuous than try to hike away in the opposite direction of her drill sergeant of a P.E. teacher at all possible speed. Sure, the years of waitressing and being forced on her feet had kept her arms and legs somewhat toned, and lent to them a certain strength, but she was unskilled in the art of any form of combat not requiring a controller and gaming console.

She was nothing that was supposed to be able to stand against the faceless and seemingly indestructible conglomerate that was Government. She was not supposed to have lasted a day, much less the probable years, at their never tender cruelties, yet somehow she had. She had persevered, and seemed that much stronger in herself, and her beliefs than ever before.

And that pissed her ‘guardians’ to no end.

She was nobody….zero….zilch…nada…NOTHING…and yet she remained defiant. Loyal to a boy who had saved her life, and the two who called him ‘brother’ whom had nothing but thinly veiled acknowledgement of her supposed usefulness.

It wasn’t like she had expected to one day be abducted by super secret government types in exchange for the Trio’s –well, quartet now that their unit had been completed by Her--safety. She should have seen this coming. Hadn’t Nasedo from the start made it clear that he felt humans were a waste of universal matter, and that the so-called love and devotion between her and his Liege lord was nothing but a danger, and something to be eliminated? The so-called ‘protector’ had simply been doing his duty: keeping the government types who had threatened and experimented on him and his colleagues away from his charges by getting rid of another problem whom he used for bait: her.

She had been handed over on a glistening platter of broken glass, and even more ragged hopes and dreams in exchange for the safety of his Royals.

Apparently, a human who had been rescued by one of Those From Above and possibly ‘changed’ was considered even more a risk and problem than one of the TFA’s. An unknown quantity that had to be tested, to be quantified, to be put in the little box of Expected Behaviors, and kept away from the general populace as a possible danger to society.

It would have been funny in an ironic twist of Destiny if she hadn’t have had to endure it. Endure the attempts to break her, break her spirit, break her will and her secrets from Them. And when They couldn’t…They gave her away to another set of Them, only these Them were a million times more effective than the initial Them ever could have been.

Escape, now that was a laugh. A pipedream nothing more than a figment of her imagination, a passing fancy that was unfounded and ungrounded in the harsh reality she found herself in as she was yanked upright by bruising fingers and carted off like one would toss a garbage bag around.

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“Don’t let them make you forget.”

Elizabeth’s words echoed through his mind as he was beaten once more in the Spartanly furnished room now colored by the red splatter of his blood.

Elizabeth.

It had been several weeks since he had first been introduced to Elizabeth, or at least that was as close as he could figure. Telling the passing of time was difficult between all of the sleep deprivation, drugs, beatings, and the windowless hallways and rooms. The lack of any timepiece further compounded the issue.

David knew if it weren’t for his tiny friend then he would have lost his temper –and his sanity – far sooner than now. As it was, he knew slowly but surely his control was being chipped away until there would be nothing left of him and everything of the weapon THEY demanded he be.

Every time he was returned to his cell after a ‘session’, Elizabeth would be there, sometimes with a funny story remembered from her stolen youth, or simply an understanding silence as her soft hands helped to soothe bruised flesh. He always felt so much better afterward, as if he could take on the whole building, and win. David would joke –albeit not funny—that she had healing hands and she would just go unnaturally still, biting her lip, and turn her eyes away. David found himself looking forward to cell time and he cursed his weakness…she was his weakness, and if THEY ever found out, then they (being him and Elizabeth) were FUBAR.

It had been several minutes since he was marched in and manacled to not only the ground, but also the only piece of furniture in this white room, a chair barely big enough for him to sit in, but his lacerated legs –the lingering result of some ‘conditioning’ a few days prior—enjoyed the respite, however brief it would turn out to be.

And it had been until his ‘trainer’ came in for some more breaking in.

It was that time that had been enough to let David’s mind wander, and the worry that he’d been keeping in started to bubble upward, invading his thoughts and causing him to shift ever so slightly with the restlessness they inevitably brought. Lately, within the last week or so, sometimes Elizabeth wasn’t there to greet him and they were fast becoming some of the worst times for David. His imagination ran wild…if what they were doing to him was standard for this program, how much worse would it be –is—for Elizabeth?

Another blow came toward him and then he felt nothing after the impact.

~~~

“Arrgh!” Elizabeth cried out, her left shoulder colliding solidly with a wall as she didn’t have time enough to try and take the impact on her forearms. Her guards were deliberately keeping her off balance and she gritted her teeth as her body was lifted to follow the command of the hand ripping her forward and up by utilizing her hair as a handhold.

The air made a strange whistling sound as the laws of physics came into play, the kinetic energy generated by the stronger force behind her sent her reeling onward, and she knew things would only end badly as yet another physical law would come into play. She did not look forward to see the inevitable result of the ending to an object in forced propulsion meeting an unmovable object.

Unfortunately as in all things, Elizabeth was quick to learn her lesson. This time it was her forehead taking the brunt of the wall and dizzily Elizabeth sought the quiet blackness to escape the advancing nausea.

Bad times were coming. Elizabeth could feel it if she were conscious enough to do so.

[KiaraAlexisKlay]

Title: Goodbye to Yesterday

By: Kristin aka KiaraAlexisKlay

Genre : Crossover, Roswell, Twilight

Characters: Liz Parker, Edward Cullen; Alice, Jasper, Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie, Emmett, mentions of Bella, Jacob, POD squad

Disclaimer: Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, and a whole host of networks and producers own Roswell; Stephanie Meyer and her publishing group own
Twilight and her respective sequels. Title is taken from part of the song If Today Was Your Last Day as sang by Nickelback on their latest album Dark Horse.

Rating: Uncertain -- Goes AU after 2nd Season of Roswell; AU set after the third book (i keep forgetting the name) ; kind of angsty

A/n: This is going to be a brief series of ficlets in this Twilight story arc. Dedicated to alexceasar for the insistence on an Edward/Liz pairing. I realized suddenly why I never quite was as emotionally and mentally involved in the Twilight series....I couldn't stand Bella....or, perhaps, more truthfully, I can't stand a woman who makes her every happiness and existence all stored up in one person/man/thing. I blame Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs and Joss Wheadon for all the vulnerable-yet-strong heroines they brought forth for it.

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If today was your last day
and tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday
would you live each moment like your last
Leave old pictures in the past
donate ever dime you had
If today was your last day - Nickelback, If Today Was Your Last Day, Dark Horse

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"Is he still up there?"

The words were hushed unnecessarily -- the occupants of the house could hear the brush of a butterfly's wing from miles away, and the topic of the conversation wasn't pay much attention to anything these days-- but habit and manners were inbred deeply no matter how many years have passed.

"Do you have to ask?" the reply was snarled back, but the bitterness and anger were not directed at the one who asked the question.

Esme Cullen gave a pained sigh, her mother's heart torn as mixed feelings warred within. Logically, her human mind told her that yes, the situation was unfortunate and highly unpleasant, extremely so, yet it was not the end-of-the-world. But the protective, maternal part, and that darker half of her instincts, screamed to avenge the hurt dealt to her so-called 'middle' child and the un-intentional insult toward her family. Preferably in the most painfully, gruesomely bloody way possible until all the hurt, and the bloodlust, was soothed and satiated.

Her 'daughter' Rosalie glanced her way, the frigid aloofness drawn around her like armor encasing the fragile woman beneath, and Esme cocked an eyebrow in askance. Rosalies plump lips thinned as her jaw tightened and briefly, some of her true nature showed, however fleeting in the warning glow of eyes turned the crimson of old blood.

"He refuses to come down although the keening and sounds of furniture breaking are finished. As we don't have heartbeats or the need to breathe, neither of those are in existence, yet I know he hasn't left the room for the last....oh, two weeks, three days, and twelve hours." The blond beauty allowed herself a moment of hurt and pain for her 'brother' before she drew her usual cloak of hostility about her, though this time it had a more direct target than usual.

"Well, that's good," Esme stated with more confidence than she felt, and Rosalie's sharp glare told her that it was not as hidden as she'd hoped.

"What's good?" Emmett called out.

Both women turned to the familiar presence, and in that moment Rosalie was transformed from Glacial Queen to an almost normal, beautiful young woman in pain and she walked into the strong embrace of her mate, soaking in his essence like a lifeline. Emmett's sturdy frame dwarfed both of the females before him, even Rosalie who was a woman of decent height but compared to Emmett seemed as dainty as Alice or Esme, the shorter members of the family. Esme herself found herself wrapped in a set of comforting arms, and she inhaled that scent that was uniquely her own mates, and she relaxed and leaned back against that solid chest, pain, grief, joy, and sorrow mingling in a tantalizing aroma that both soothed and pained.

"What's good?" Carlisle repeated Emmett's question and the two women exchanged wary glances, debating whether or not it necessary to bring the tension back to the room. With a mental sigh, Esme took an unneeded breath and answered truthfully.

"Well, there's no more furniture breaking, he's still in the room 'alive' for as much as we can be, and the keening has stopped," Esme put a cheerful spin on her summary, and it was the male's turn to sigh. Carlisle gave his 'wife' and companion of a few centuries another squeeze, nuzzling her neck, and resting his temple against hers as his chin dropped to her shouler. Emmett's usual lighthearted features were stony with a hardness most often seen on the face of the woman in his arms.

"He still not come out yet?" he mused, looking into the distance with a scowl, absently rubbing his hands up and down the curve of Rosalie's spin, arms flexing as the direness of the situation didn't settle well on his broad shoulders.

"No," Esme replied, holding tight to Carlisle and wishing for a moment she could just sink into him and never come back up. Emmett rumbled a growl and in a reversal of their normal positions, Rosalie was soothing and trying to calm him down, whispering hushed platitudes against his chest and neck.

"We'll have to bring him up some food if he won't come out on his own soon," Carlisle murmured, a grim sadness befalling the Cullen patriarch.

"He will," Esme whispered, eyes tracking up the stairs where her 'son' was hiding away and hurting....alone. "He must."

~*~*~

"Is this really going to work?"

The lean and lithe honey blonde man stared at his wife with a mix of caution and hope, and the under five feet black haired pixie snorted and gave him a Look that had the bigger of the two averting his eyes in shame at his doubt.

It wasn't that Jasper Hale-Cullen doubted his wife's visions, but after weeks of the emotional turmoil in the Cullen household brought on by Edward's extreme reaction to Be--that human's rejection after everything that he, and the rest of the Cullen family, had risked and sacrificed, he was more than a little leery of any quick fix but he was more than willing to try.

All those emotions, especially the collective rage and pain, had been driving the empathic soldier wild.

"Of course it's going to work, silly! I saw it didn't I? And besides, this one is nothing like her so there won't be any bad associations with similar personalities....well, beside this one being so much prettier, a real brunette, and a stronger personality than, than her," Alice babbled, faltering toward the end as the sting of betrayl made itself known.

A wave of peace and calm seemed to seep her pain and hurt for the moment and a grateful smile and a lingering kiss was Jasper's reward for trying to calm his excitable mate. She truly appreciated Jasper's effort, and it was as much for him, as it was for herself, and her family, that she was going to do what she was going to do.

"It's not that I don't trust your visions, Alice....it's just, does he really need another human to get over the other one? I don't think Edward is going to appreciate this," he warned and Alice sighed, shaking her head and sending her short, spiky black hair swaying with the motion.

"Oh, he won't like it at first....why do you think I took you with me before the vision finished? I didn't need Edward knowing ahead of time and fortifying himself in his mind because he read my mind of what needed to be done. He's too busy pouting and feeling sorry for himself, justifiably so...but still. Just...trust me on this, okay?"

"I always do," the elder rumbled and Alice couldn't resist kissing her soldier once more. For a while she lost herself to the taste and scent of Jasper, but then she stiffened a wave of premonition roiling through her, and she knew the time for stalling was past.

"Alice?"

"We don't have anymore time...we need to act now!"

With the grace and speed of their kind, Alice whirled away with a flash of crimson eyes, and Jasper was quick to follow. He was grateful that Alice couldn't listen in on his thoughts as Edward could. He couldn't help but wonder how one human could rectify the mistakes another had made to one of them. But ever faithful, he followed after and caught up to his saviour, his wife, and hoped that whomever looked after the souls of the Undead would smile upon them this day.

He hoped it wasn't already too late for his hurting brother.

~*~*~

TBC...............................