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Title: The Story of Wendy and Peter
Part Eleven
Category: Future Classic
Rating: PG-13 /Teen
Author: At the time I was Queen Lea’, now, it’s simply Elle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I created.
Notes: This was started around the second season of Roswell. It is only now that I am drudging it to completion. Note that I have taken liberties with certain facts among the Roswellians, bear with me. Second, gratitude towards Captain Average, RoswellNET list (long since gone), and of course, my cohort in every crime, Princess Nic, known simply now as Nic.
Musical Note: Quite a few of these songs were written by me in the context of the band, however some are actual songs from actual bands.
Comments: Thanks for the comments! This story is going places I never thought it would...

Maria sat on a lawn chair. Her guitar in her lap. She strummed, and hummed. She was wordless in this moment. She looked up from her guitar and took in the scene before her. In the porch swing, was Chloe-her head on Michael’s shoulder, his arm around her, comforting her like a daughter. Chloe’s face was stained with leftover tears. She hadn’t spoken since they came out. Michael, his gaze was focused out in the darkness of night. Maria, she was focused on him. His sweet taking-in of Chloe had awoken a place in her she thought dead. It was then she knew what she wanted from life. It was also then she knew she might never have it. It shook her like Max’s collapsing shook the ground beneath their feet.

“Maria?” Chloe’s soft and broken voice inquired.

“Yeah…”

“Play a song.”

“What song?”

“Any song.” She sighed.

Maria paused for a moment. She thought and she softly began the music. They say music is the gateway to the soul and balm for the wounds of life. Maria had no alien powers, no extraordinary gifts except her music- it was how she healed.

Her voice was tender and light. Once again she sang. She sang for what they wanted. She sang for what they needed. She sang for Liz and Max. She sang for Chloe. She sang for the daughter she might never have. She sang for all of them. But mostly, she sang to Michael.

She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself,
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages,
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing

'Till everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this hate
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
'Till everything burns

Walking through life unnoticed
Knowing that no one cares
Too consumed in their masquerade
No one sees her there
And still she sings


'Till everything burns
While everyone screams
Burning their lies
Burning my dreams
All of this hate
And all of this pain
Burn it all down
As my anger reigns

Michael could feel the heat from the fire, the dying embers, or was the fire just starting? As he looked into Maria’s eyes, he saw his answer and he saw her song and he knew. The fire had just begun.
************************************************************ Max lay on the bed. Liz gently brushed his head. Tears began falling down on the bed, as she lay next to him. How could she lose him? How could she lose her Peter? Who would help her fly again? His skin felt cool, although it was drenched in sweat. It reminded Liz of the time Michael at gotten ill with River Dog. She remembered the helplessness of it all. She touched his forehead once more and sighed. She looked out the window. She couldn’t lose him. She’d lost him twice now, not again. Never again, she had promised him that.

Max stirred and looked up at her. His shaking had subsided, his breathing calmed. Liz’s hand felt healing against his sweat soaked forehead. His eyes were weary, burdened. He sat up, struggling even to prop his body up. Liz helped him, tears bordering her eyes. He looked at Liz, quietly and intently.

She turned to him and smiled, and laid her head softly on his shoulder. Her voice was deliberate and gentle as she spoke. “Let’s get married Max.”

Max, even his state, laughed. “What?”

“I mean it, let’s get married tomorrow. We’ll go down to the courthouse apply for a marriage license, fake a blood test, and have the judge marry us. We’ll do it before anyone here has a clue.”

“You’re serious?” His voice cracked.

“Let’s get married. Tomorrow morning.”

Max was silent. He looked into her eyes. She was serious.

“Yes.” He said.

“Good.” She replied. She removed her head from his shoulder and pushed herself to up to meet his eyes. Ever so gently, her arm went to the side of the bed over his body. She then met his mouth with hers kissing him. Kissing his face, his eyes, tears, sweat, neck. She covered him with her love. It was time.
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“What ARE they doing?” Tess whispered to Kyle as they sat outside the Vice President’s hotel room.

“Same thing, the last five minutes you asked. He’s talking on the phone, she’s fixing her hair.” He turned to his wife and sighed. “Can’t you use your powers or something and just make this a whole lot easier? We can go home, pay the overpaid nanny, and get some rest.” He pleaded.

Tess rolled her eyes at Kyle. “Listen, you aren’t helping by not paying attention…we both know there is something odd going on here and I am not leaving till I find out.” She replied stubbornly.

Kyle, clueless as he was, knew exactly why she was waiting. Tess was out to prove herself, again. She was out to show Max and Liz and the others, she wasn’t the girl, the alien they once remembered. The girl who had ruined everything. Tess was in the state of redemption- her own. He nodded and turned his binoculars back to the dimly lit motel room. Nothing had changed, the Vice President and his wife were in the exact same positions. He set the binoculars down and he turned to Tess.

“What do you remember about your life on Antar?”

Tess, startled by her husband’s question, looked at him. Her voice edged, her entire posture hardened. Her right hand clenched the door’s ledge. “Why do you ask?”

Kyle took notice of her reaction and turned his face back to the motel. He closed his eyes and opened them, regretting that he had asked. He was only curious, more so because of the revelations of the new visitors.

Alright, he was more than curious, he had always wondered. Very few people had approved of their marriage. Max, Mary, Sebastian, Isabel, and Michael had refused to attend. It was a very small ceremony with only his father and step-mother and two year old Adam. Why he forgave her? Why he let her in when the others had been so determined to shut her out- couldn’t he ask this question?

He didn’t need to voice his concerns, she could read them. He knew that as he heard her sigh and let go. She took her left hand and placed it in his right hand and squeezed and without looking she told him.

“I hated her…I envied her with every fiber…” Her voice was between seething and remorse. “I hated Liz, Lya…she had everything. On Antar, there was a way things were done. Tradition, classes, races, and destiny were the pillars of our society. I was a half-breed, which was neither good nor bad. My father was from the line of Xi, Max’s people and race. My mother, the woman who raised me was a Skin. Not just any Skin, but her own mother was the leader of our people.” She clenched her teeth and squeezed Kyle’s hand all the harder. “We were treated liked dogs, Kyle. We were the beggars, the thieves, the destitute, and the cons of the world. Liz’s people, though nomads and lived in caves instead of palaces and homes, were powerful and beautiful. They were diplomatic, pragmatic, and wise.

I met Lya when we were eight. It was also the first time I met Xan, Rath, Vilandra, Mika, Tian, and Mara. It was what this world might call a school, but it was for only five days. I was only allowed to attend because of my father, a being that had disowned me and abandon my family, after discovering my mother’s true being.” It was then, Tess seemed to drift back to that moment. Her eyes grew large and she relaxed even a bit more. “We were sent to a large room within the palace. I had never been in a palace before and I was amazed. The walls were tall and almost infinite. The ceiling was adorned with paintings that glowed of the history of Antar. The columns were made of a material known only to our world but which resembles a jade silver. And all around us were pillows and seats made of the softest material that could be found. I was speechless. I looked at my companions and I began to notice them.

The first was Rath. He was, even at a young age, brutish. He was messy, and crude, and only spoke to Xan and Tian. I wasn’t impressed with him, but I was afraid. I knew his family was of the ancient warrior clan- whose stories all the children in Antar listened to in fright. Next to Rath was his brother Tian. Tian had softer features than Rath and seemed more…together. Perhaps even smarter I would say. He appeared protective of two girls in a corner. He already bore the mark of a warrior, which means he had enlisted in service.

It was then that my focus came to the Princess. I had only heard of Princess Vilandra. I had heard she was a ravishing beauty but short tempered and very cruel. She had on a dress made of gosmer and her hair was beautifully woven to accentuate her loveliness. She was the prettiest creature I had ever met. At the time, she had sat down on one of the cushions and was rolling her eyes at the two girls in the corner and making comments to Rath, who had kneeled at her feet.

I turned my gaze towards the two girls at last. I knew the first, everyone knew the first. Her name was Lya. Her dress was simple, white feather material. Her hair had no decoration to it, as was the style of the time. Her eyes though were deep and rich and brown like her aura. It was rumored that she was going to be the Queen one day. It was rumored that she would help save the people. I couldn’t see it. She was quiet merely nodding to her sister, Tian, and occasionally stealing glances at the Prince. Mara was the total opposite of her sister. Her dress was a deep heavy blue. She was loud and boisterous. Actually, now, she reminds me of Maria. She also had no decoration in her hair but her aura was a vibrant blue you could not ignore. She whispered excitedly to Lya and Tian, and giggled too.

Lastly, there was Max or Xan. Our Prince Xan who was handsome, quiet, reserved and whose aura, royal purple, touched every part of me. I was entranced by him. But he was entranced by another, Lya. He sat down next to his sister and she whispered to him, he would give her a disapproving look and smile at the girls in the corner.

I watched them all, Kyle. Throughout the days of our lessons, I was taken into Vilandra’s confidence; mostly because she couldn’t stand the plain silliness of the other girls and she was curious about the half-breed. That was my first step into their lives and the beginning of how I came to destroy them all.” Her voice ended with tragedy.

Kyle never questioned his wife’s confession, her search for absolution.

“Kyle, I was a girl who had never had anything and wanted nothing more than what they had. I was a girl who was used by her people and then abandon. I had my hand in the destruction of Liz’s people, Max’s, and our world. You don’t walk away from that…” Her voice was barely audible as she spoke. “You don’t walk away from causing that pain without the burden of justice. I got what I deserved Kyle. Liz, Maria, Mary, Michael, Max…they all have right to hate me and I will bear it because that is what I deserve.”

Kyle took her hand and kissed it reassuringly. He believed that someday her punishment would be served and the way things once were would return. Kyle believed in many things. He took his binoculars and looked back on the motel room.

It was empty.

A knock on the window.

Kyle and Tess both slowly turned their heads to his window, the hand knocking and the face of Dianna King. Tess snapped to her window and looked to find the squad SUV surrounded by people…

She motioned for Kyle to roll down the window. Kyle turned the ignition instead. Instinct was telling him to run, get out of there. Tess grabbed his hand.

Her voice shook as turned it back off. “Kyle…we won’t out run them.”

Kyle’s voice was fearful and angry, what was she doing? What was going on? “WHY THE HELL NOT?!?”

“I know her, I remember her. They’re Skins Kyle. And the President’s Aide, the one next your window, is not human. Kyle, please…” Kyle’s eyes met hers as she finished. “Kyle, I know her and she will kill us both…” She paused. “Dianna is Khivar’s sister.”

Kyle regrabbed his wife’s hand and he rolled down the window.

Dianna King, peered into the SUV. She gave a wicked smile before focusing on Tess. Her voice was laced with everything evil and malice, the very voice that wakes children up at night screaming in horror. “Ava, or is it Tess? So nice of you to betray your people…good job.” She replied sarcastically, flipping Kyle’s badge as she grabbed the keys from the ignition. “I think you two are done playing spy, now it’s time to play hostage.” With that, the doors flew open and Tess and Kyle were grabbed from the car. No scream was heard. No fight was seen. Just the abduction of the Sheriff and his wife.
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Title: The Story of Wendy and Peter
Part Twelve
Category: Future Classic
Rating: PG-13 /Teen
Author: At the time I was Queen Lea’, now, it’s simply Elle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I created.
Notes: This was started around the second season of Roswell. It is only now that I am drudging it to completion. Note that I have taken liberties with certain facts among the Roswellians, bear with me. Second, gratitude towards Captain Average, RoswellNET list (long since gone), and of course, my cohort in every crime, Princess Nic, known simply now as Nic.
Musical Note: Quite a few of these songs were written by me in the context of the band, however some are actual songs from actual bands.
Comments: So let it be said when it comes to the issue of Tess, I always feel sorry for her. The only real episode I saw in Season Three (Which was very painful for me to watch...) is the ep when she sacrifices herself. It was then I saw her as a girl who was desperately misled seeking redemption. I hope she finds it here. Next, to quote Shel Silverstein, "If you're a Dreamer come sit by MY fire..." I am not a Dreamer at heart- I am a Polarist till the death but I am an old romantic and Max and Liz are the epitome of Old Romantics in this story. So I raise my glass to Wendy and Peter... Oh one more thing this (*) denotes Antarian and Italics denotes mind speak at one point. Finally, the song in this part is by Chantal Kreviazuk and a particular favorite of mine. Other than that I am glad you are enojoying, the story is far from over, so sit back and read...

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Liz opened her eyes. The thin light of dawn crept across her face. She moved her arms above her head and stretched. It was in that place, she realized something was wrong. Someone was missing. She shot of the bed, stubbing her toe on the end of the bed, covering her mouth not to scream. It was then she fell in front of the nightstand.

Laughter, charming laughter, behind her. Liz used her hands and turned her body around to look up at Max. He was standing over her, laughing at her prat fall. Liz gave him a less than amused look as he offered her his hand and pulled her up.

She realized, he looked…better. It was strange or odd, if strange and odd hadn’t been such a part of her life, but he looked like the Max she once remembered. As they stood face to face, his hands in hers, she began to think about the night before.

Did she really propose to him, she wondered. Oh God, I am GETTING MARRIED! invaded next.

As if sensing her thoughts, Max wrapped his mouth around her, morning breath be damned. She took her slightly sore arms and wrapped them around his neck and drew herself closer to him. While she did this, he pulled something from his pocket. He let go of this kiss and her and took her hands back.

Everything that had needed to be said had been said last night, in his mind. The ring, the one he found last night as he dug through boxes of Liz’s old things Mary had kept, was perfect. He grabbed her left hand and pulled up to his heart and then slipped the ring on. He heard her gasp and take her right hand and place it over her mouth in astonishment. Before she could say another word, words that could be said soon at the Courthouse, he kissed her again. He let his mouth linger longer this time, his hands roam more, he felt…alive.

Liz, with her earthly mother’s engagement ring on her hand, felt in love.
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It was the easiest thing they had ever done.

Wendy wore a dress she had hidden in her childhood days. It was light blue, like feathers. Her hair wore down, like a grown woman.

Peter, threw out his tights, and opted for an old suit stolen from the closet of a Lost Boy. He looked rather dashing and distinct. He had grown up and discovered even grown-ups could still fly.

The Judge, an elderly man who should have retired long long ago, placed on his half-moon spectacles. He seemed like a wise man, a magical man, maybe a wizard displaced from castles and towers. The Honorable Judge Grisham Bear was bemused by the couple before him. They had been waiting at the Court doors at 7 AM this morning. They were standing there at the doors, with five coffees and box of doughnuts waiting. The coffee was for him, his bailiff, the court secretary and the two of them. The doughnuts were bribery to make sure things went just a little faster.
But what mused him the most was that this didn’t seem like a “shot-gun” wedding. It didn’t seem like a quick fix romance or shot in the dark lark for the pair. He looked at Max Evans and Liz Parker and he saw himself nearly fifty years ago with his own Martha. Waiting at the court doors, because when you find the once in a lifetime love, you want it before the lifetime passes you by. He and Martha were still married, still living in the same old house on Cactus Drive, still holding onto the very same love they found long ago. It’s why he barely glanced at the blood tests, merely signed off on the license, and why he called his wife to come and be the second witness to the marriage. The first was a man, older than the “Great Bear” himself. The man had years that hung on his wrinkles and eyes that were deeper than the Blue Hole behind Tillman Caverns. He appeared to be Miss Parker’s grandfather, adopted grandfather, being that he knew enough about the Parkers to know Liz was by all legal accounts an orphan.

He had grown up with Liz’s grandmother Claudia, she lived right next door to him for ten years. It was such a great loss and tragedy when Claudia’s son and daughter-in-law were found brutally murdered in their own restaurant. Tragic more still, that the young girl, barely 16 or 17, had found them. The murderers had never been caught but rumors of Liz Parker had not ceased. Last he had heard from town gossip, Miss Parker was working for the F.B.I. and the President.

Of course, he knew the Evans boy, too. He’d met his parents
quite often in the very courtroom they were standing in. Max was an adopted child, a colleague of Grisham’s had overseen the immediate and unusual adoption of the twin six year olds who could not speak or do any normal thing that night. The boy had grown up and like his sister stayed in Roswell. Their parents had left years ago and not on decent terms with their children from all appearances. Max ran the UFO Centre, a monstrosity of tourism, in Grisham’s mind. His sister… Isabel, wasn’t that her name, ran a spa and clothes shop outside of town. His wife and her friends loved the little place and if it brought Martha some peace and him some time to hunt, all the better.

Two local kids who after all these years found love in Roswell. He shrugged with wisdom and laughter. For nothing made the great Judge wiser and happier when within the great halls of the law, Justice did a little matchmaking. He stood before the eager couple with his aging and tattered Marriage Ceremonial Rights and Vows Guide open on his podium and began reading what he could have said through memory as he motioned for them to step before him, look at each other and grasp the other‘s hands:

“Marriage is a supreme sharing of experience, and an adventure in the most intimate of relationships. It is the joyous union of two people whose comradeship and mutual understanding have flowered in romance. Today Max Evans and Liz Parker proclaim their love and commitment to the world, and we gather here to rejoice, with and for them, in the new life they now undertake together. The joy we feel now is a solemn joy, because the act of marriage has many consequences, both social and personal. Marriage is to belong to each other through a unique and diverse collaboration, like two threads crossing in different directions, yet weaving one tapestry together.


Liz’s captured Max’s hands tighter. Her eyes never turned from his. Her attention, her heart was on him. She reflected on the words- that was their life. It was a collaboration of different paths that somehow met at one singe solitary united point.

Max caught her thoughtful gaze. She was ever the scientist, analyzing every detail. There had been consequences the day he started loving her, saving her life- was there a difference? But no matter what, each step in each life, he’d do it over again. The same heart breaks, tears, separations…he’d do it all over to be here. Here was worth the growing pains.

"The secret of love and marriage is similar to that of religion itself. It is the emergence of the larger self. It is the finding of one's life by losing it. Such is the privilege of husband and wife - to be each himself, herself and yet another; to face the world strong, with the courage of two."

Grandfather reached and placed his own hand over his heart at the Judge’s words. Xan had lost his life to find Lya and Lya had lost hers to find Xan. He had once wondered if he had made the right decision to send her here. He had sent the rest of Xi family to this earth to make right an ancient mistake. But he could have kept Lya there. She could have been happy with Mika. They would have lived on, never dying, never losing and existing as they had for millennia. She could have been happy there.

It wouldn’t have been enough. He knew that. The pain, though it killed her, it was in her death she found a life worth all the living. That life was with him, her Prince. And, Xan…Max had been worthy of her love simply because he never stopped loving her. Maybe even under the enchantment in that other life, he still loved her- trapped in the mind prison of someone else’s creation.

Now, the courage of them both, they had done more than save themselves, they were going to save the world.

The Judge continued: "To make this relationship work, therefore, takes more than love. It takes trust, to know in your hearts that you want only the best for each other. It takes dedication, to stay open to one another, to learn and grow, even when it is difficult to do so. And it takes faith, to go forward together without knowing what the future holds for you both. While love is our natural state of being, these other qualities are not as easy to come by. They are not a destination, but a journey.

I ask you Liz Parker:

Wendy smiled at her Peter.

"Do you take Max Evans to be your husband? Do you agree to walk this journey of life with him? Do you promise that when love seems distance, beauty fading, and joy hard pressed to stand with and beside him in trouble, heart ache and pain? Do you promise to love him, and only him, in this life? If you do swear upon your own death, please say, “I do.”

"I do," she replied.

I ask you Max Evans:

Peter blushed, but returned Wendy’s smile.

"Do you take Liz Parker to be your wife? Do you agree to walk this journey of life with her? Do you promise that when love seems distance, beauty fading, and joy hard pressed to stand with and beside her in trouble, heart ache and pain? Do you promise to love her, and only her, in this life? If you do swear upon your own death, please say, “I do.”

"I do," he vowed.

Witnesses I ask you:

"Do you all affirm the vow this couple has made? Do you affirm their love and life and their new journey together? Do you uphold to lift them up as they begin life as one? Do you each affirm your own vows in this life with them in the beauty of marriage? If so, please say, “We do.”

Martha looked at the young couple. When Grisham called her he had said she needed to see this. It wasn’t some carnival side show couple, some odd union, but the simplicity of what love was. He was right she did need to this because she needed to believe love like hers and Grisham’s could be found. She wanted nothing but good things for Max Evans and Liz Parker. Nothing but what she had herself.

"We do," they swore.

"Now, by the power given to be by the state of New Mexico of the United States, by the power given to me by God and unto this world, I now pronounce you husband and wife. May I present Mr. Max and Mrs. Liz Evans!"

The bailiff, Grandfather, the Judge, and Martha clapped loudly.

The judge then leaned over his bench and gave a “big bear” smile to the couple and whispered. “You can kiss her.” He motioned.

Max leaned over and kissed his wife. Flashes came, quick intense than the first time they connected.

::FLASH- A young girl, in a white feathery dress sitting in the corner. Quietly smiling as another sat beside her.::

::FLASH-The girl was older, she was in the twilight of a cave. Her outfit was plain, her beauty stunning. She laughingly bowed at his entrance. “Hello my Prince.” She replied in a language he only understood there.::

::FLASH-The same girl, the same cavern, the same exact spots. He leaned over her, after kissing Lya. Don’t tell anyone he told her before he escaped the cavern hold. Her eyes confused.::

::FLASH-A diner. A gunshot. Her body, oozing blood. Her life draining from her. He fell to his knees and placed his own hand on the wound. The connection, the flashes. Don’t tell he whispered as ran once again, looking at her confused eyes.::

When they parted, she touched her hand to his face. “I love you, Max Evans. Don’t tell.” She whispered.

The couple were parted by congratulatory pats on the back from the Judge and his wife. Liz let go of Max long enough to hug her Grandfather. He wrapped his arms around her and twirled her about as much as he could. They would be happy…He thought thinking of his own child and her husband. Happy and proud as he was now.

He took Max’s hand and Liz’s and brought them together and whispered, *In this life live as one and one life to change and save all.*

It wasn’t long before they were all in a courtroom narthex. The bailiff, a young man probably no older than twenty, brought a small CD player in. Martha had found cut flowers, roses from the bush outside the court house and de-thorned them, tying them with old decorative Christmas ribbon. The bailiff placed a CD his girlfriend had left in the player and pushed play on the insistence from the Judge there be dancing. No one argued.

Max took Liz’s hand pulled to the middle of the marble floor in the great round room. It was familiar, he thought, as he pulled her close. Did they dance once before? Did it matter? Grandfather was right, in this life, Max and Liz would happily ever after. And on that note, they needed a new song.

Grandfather as if sensing Max’s very thought, smiled and walked over the machine and changed the songs. He stopped, this was the new song for the new life.

Let me show you what I'm made of
Good intentions are not enough
To get me though today and this life.
You're in the basement watching the TV,
I'm on the second floor watching the ceiling.
We sleep underneath the same big sky at night.
I dream the same dream we can fly

Max smiled and pulled Liz closer as they began their first steps together.

She gave a small laugh.

You can run from me
You can hide form me
But I am right beside you
In this life.

“What?” He pulled back, laughing too.

“This song…it’s…just…” She was on the verge of tears of laughter at this point.

Let me tell you who you really are
You're my comfort
You're not a superstar
I can reach up and bring you back down to the ground
And give you everything you dream about

“WHAT?” He exclaimed.

She stopped laughing, looked up at him and grinned. “It’s destiny, Max. This song it’s our destiny. And you know something…”

“It’s about time.” He finished. And pulled her into another kiss.

You can run from me
You can hide from me
But I am right beside you
In this life.
I'll give you all the things that I never get
Give you all I have and have no regret
Take you to the places that I've never been
Forgive you all the things that you cant forget
Take away the pain with my healing hands
Wash away your sins and set your spirit free
You can run from me
You can hide from me
But I am right beside you
In this life.
Let me show you what I'm made of

And somewhere, within the very universe Destiny agreed.

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Elsewhere…beneath the earth, in hidden catacombs of the old forts of a fallen city, Kyle Valenti lay helpless and restrained. His own face, cut- bleeding, his whole body writhed in pain. He didn’t know how long he had been down here…a few hours, perhaps. But hours felt like years on his bones and muscles, and this coming from a man who was in the best shape of his life. His thoughts ran to his wife.

Where was she? What were they doing to her? What was going on?
Very distinctly, quietly a small voice only within his mind replied.

“Kyle, I am in a room. It’s dark and putrid, almost like sulfur. I am bound by metal I have only seen on Antar and I cannot use any powers beyond this. Kyle, we are in trouble.”

Who? Who was that? Why are they here? How…

She interrupted his thoughts. “Kyle, Dianna King, the President’s aid is Khivar’s sister, Diara. As I told you and the others, when I became pregnant by Khivar it was an attempt to foil Max, but Khivar was the one who lost. My DNA had mutated in the transference, I was part-human. My baby born on earth became a child of his environment and was more human than I was. That didn’t sit well with our people who were looking for an heir. They overthrew him, and I alone watched as they took his life and fed it to the beasts of my world. Diara, was furious at the lack of loyalty and began a way to revenge her brother, I imagine. I came here looking for my own justification and a peace after aiding in the revolt. Needless to say I imagine she blames me…maybe even us. You were right about your suspicions of the Vice-President and his wife. It’s been a family reunion, of sorts.”

Family reunion? He thought.

“My aunt and my uncle- my aunt is of Max’s line, she’s my father’s sister. She and my uncle, a Skin, have been working with Diara to prevent the return of a king.”

Max.

“Right. Adam is of no concern to them. Skins despise humanity, they look on them as a plague which I know you are aware of and concerned. I need you to get out of here Kyle. I need you to warn Max and Liz and the others because this does not end here. There could…will be more.”

Kyle took a heavy sigh at the thought of once was. There was a time when the earth had brought forth more Skins, evil aliens, than he had seen. It spewed them, all wearing the mask of humanity. He, Tess, Liz, Max, Maria, Michael…all of them had spent their high school lives fighting them. Living in fear that they would be deceived and die. They had won that battle, but the war, that was just beginning.

Title: The Story of Wendy and Peter
Part Thirteen
Category: Future Classic

Rating: PG-13 /Teen

Author: At the time I was Queen Lea’, now, it’s simply Elle.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I created.

Notes: This was started around the second season of Roswell. It is only now that I am drudging it to completion. Note that I have taken liberties with certain facts among the Roswellians, bear with me. Second, gratitude towards Captain Average, RoswellNET list (long since gone), and of course, my cohort in every crime, Princess Nic, known simply now as Nic.

Musical Note: Quite a few of these songs were written by me in the context of the band, however some are actual songs from actual bands.

Comments: Alright, I am leaving school soon and have a najor interview coming up so it will be some time before my next post. Also, the day of Turkey fast approaches. So I decided to go ahead an post this little piece of the "wedding" cake for you all who are reading to enjoy. This part goes out to all the Candy Fans...think good thoughts. I will post when I can. Other than that, everyone have an AWESOME Thanksgiving!
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Maria sipped her cup of coffee at the kitchen table. Her head aching from the past two nights of crying. She couldn’t keep it up. The sweet bitterness of the caffeine awakened her.

Michael slipped in, his hair messier than ever, his eyes red. His clothes looked slept in and dirty. This week, so far, had been hell for them all.

Last night, Max and Liz took the master bedroom. Maria and Chloe shared the guest room because Chloe insisted that she would NOT leave. Michael slept on the floor in the room for her safety and his own peace of mind. Mary and Sebastian took the pull out couch. She had no clue where Alex, Isabel, and the President and his wife had been or gone or slept. The house was full of weary people.

When she woke, she tip toed to the kitchen and brewed the coffee and reheated the left over cinnamon rolls from the other morning. Michael took a cup of coffee, a cinnamon roll and the bottle of Tobassaco sauce and sat rat across from Maria at the kitchen table.

“Chloe still asleep?”

“She was when I left a minute ago. I don’t think she slept well last night.”

“You would be right. I have the bruises to prove it.” Maria replied rubbing her right leg which Chloe had “attacked.”

Michael chuckled. “I’m sorry.”

“I bet.” She replied rolling her eyes. She looked at his “hot” cinnamon roll. “I still don’t get the Hot Sauce.” She sighed, motioning to his breakfast.

Michael smiled and took a large bite in front of her and swallowed it with delight. “It’s how I like things, sweet and spicy.”

“Yeah… and apparently your pick-up lines still need a lot of work.”

“My lines? They worked on you didn't they? " He pointed out. "And if I remember correctly you were the one who "jumped" me most of the time.”

“ME?!? Whatever Michael Guerrin…if I remember right it was you who dragged me into that Eraser Room.”

He laughed. She loved it when he laughed, he tended to scowl, laughter and smiles were little miracles for her life.

Alex and Isabel walked through the kitchen doors, looking at the laughing pair. Alex was fairly certain things had gotten about as weird as they were going to get when they discovered the President was once the King of Antar. But Maria and Michael being congenial to each other, this was more than one guy could take. Overload, he thought.

As Alex and Isabel took a seat across from Maria and Michael laughing over their inside joke; Mary and Sebastian and Stephen walked in. All three paused to look at Maria and Michael laughing. They looked at Alex and Isabel quizzically. The two shrugged their shoulders just as confused and tired as they were. It wasn’t long before the kitchen was crowded with Maria, Michael, Isabel, Alex, Mary, Sebastian and Stephen. Everyone crowded around the kitchen table drinking coffee or orange juice eating leftover breakfast or cereal.

The room was crowded because the event of last night hung over them all. No one wanted to talk about it. No one wanted to bring it up. Finally after twenty minutes of avoiding the obvious, Isabel spoke. She set down her coffee and fixed her eyes on them all.

“I don’t understand.” She shook her head.

“Understand what?” Michael questioned, setting down the cinnamon roll.

“Understand why we couldn’t sense them, know what happened, why after all these years we discover the answer we’ve always been looking for…” Stephen finished soberly. He hadn’t always know Isabel, Michael, Max, Liz, or Maria, or Alex but he knew of that pang of that feeling that perhaps something in your life was undone. Wasn’t how they all felt undone?

“Yes.” Mary nodded, laying her hands on the table. It was then she noticed what they had failed to see. “Hey…where are Max and Liz?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen them since last night. They took the Master Bedroom, didn’t they?” Maria responded.

“Probably still asleep…” Alex began.

It was then Liz and Max walked in the kitchen.

“Or maybe not…” He muttered.

Max was in a nice suit. Liz was in that dress. They had grocery bags full of items in their hands, smiles on their faces, and were having a livid conversation. It was like a trip back in time with them. They continued on with their conversation, putting away random groceries. The round table stared at the two who seemed oblivious to the rest in the room.

“Hullo? Earth to Max and Liz? Where have you two been?” Maria asked waving her hands in their direction.

As Liz finished placing the last of the groceries with the fridge, she turned and smiled. Her heart leapt. Her stomach turned, in a good way. She could tell them- she could finally tell them.

Max looked up from the last of his bags and gave a smirk to her and a nod. The pleasure was hers.

“We were at the court house. Max and I got married this morning.” She said as nonchantly as possible.

Silence. Cue the pin dropping, the crickets, and the noise of nothing. Then of all people, Michael began to laugh. After him, Maria followed, pursued by Isabel, who had was grabbing her stomach in pain from the laughter. Alex started, then Mary began the giggles. Sebastian and Stephen joined in.

Michael stood up and went over to Max’s side and patted him on the shoulder. “Good one, Max. But c’mon you and Parker…married? Please…”

“Way to lighten the mood sis.” Mary chuckled.

Liz looked at Max. His face said it all. If they didn’t believe they were married, how were they going to convince everyone else?

Chloe pushed the kitchen door open, rubbing her eyes. Her disheveled clothes and hair proved Maria was truly a victim in her restless sleep. “What’s so funny?” She questioned looking at the group still laughing. She looked to Max and Liz who stood apart in the kitchen. Her face lit up, she placed her hand over her mouth to cover her scream.

“YOU TWO GOT MARRIED THIS MORNING!” She squealed as she ran across the room and attacked her brother in a huge hug.

Max, nearly toppling over, laughed at her reaction. “Thank God someone believes us. They think we’re kidding.” He motioned about the room.

“Wait, you really did go and get married this morning at the courthouse?” Maria was asking as she walked over and stood face to face with Liz.

“Yes. I proposed last night. Max said yes. We then went to the courthouse this morning and got married. But I’m not sure what to think…being you all think it was some kind of joke…” She mused.

“Do you love him?”

“What kind of question is that Maria? Yes I love him. I LOVE MY HUSBAND MAX EVANS!” She yelled, grabbing Maria’s hands.

Tears began streaming down Maria’s eyes. “Good.” She choked out. “I can’t believe it…you’re married Liz. You’re married and you did it without me?!?” She then punched Liz’s arm. “How could you? I am your best friend!”

“We’re sorry Maria, but we needed to do this on our own. It needed to be just us. That’s what all the groceries are for, we planned to come back and tell you-with a more positive reaction we hoped- then celebrate.” Max explained as he walked to the table.

The next thing everyone heard was blubbering. Mary was blubbering. “Shgamadomxninvrbnohay…” She spoke through her tears.

“Is that Antarian or something?” Alex whispered to Sebastian.

“No…I think she said, ‘She got married to Max and I have
never been so happy.’ Or ‘She is gamma dominatrix no way…’” Sebastian whispered back.

Mary slapped him on the arm, hard. She stood up and embraced her sister. Turned back and wiped her tears on her sleeve and said, “I am so glad after all these years of marriage you can understand me Sebastian, good luck Liz. This is your future.” She smirked before walking over to embrace Max, as well.

It wasn’t long before a impromptu receiving line developed, everyone hugging and giving well wishes to the new couple. Isabel stopped at her brother, she stood back and looked at him. She gave him a quizzical look. “You…you look different.”

“I’m married Isabel. It does that.” He leaned over and laughed.

“No…” Her tone was serious. “You look…” It clicked as it had with Chloe. She shook her head, it couldn’t be that easy, could it? Max marry Liz and all better? Last night, he was as close to death as she’d ever seen him and today he looked as if he were born yesterday, fresh and new. There was no way destiny could make life this simple. Didn’t he need to defeat a big enemy? Win an internal war? Sacrifice the very last thing he’d every loved to become whole? She merely shook her head again, hugged her brother and walked back around, confused even more- as if it were possible.

Chloe came to Liz, she was the next to last to embrace her. 24 hours had changed them all- all in a day. In one day, Chloe found home. She felt…whole. She looked at Liz, smiling and glowing. “I think we have a problem.” She replied solemnly to Liz. Liz looked at her concerned and uncertain of what Chloe was talking about. “I don’t think it is ethical to work for family, isn’t like nepotism? I mean, you can’t go around protecting and working for your in-laws, can you? Secondly, speaking of the in-laws, where are my parents?”

“Here.” And there they were at the kitchen door. Watching it all. Like a corny reunion sitcom show. It was amusing, or was it ironic? The room was punched with their appearance.

Chloe walked over to her mom and dad and pulled them over to Liz. She looked at Liz and then to her parents. “Mom and dad, this is Liz Parker-Evans, the girl your son eloped with this morning. Liz, there are your future-in-laws…good luck with that.” She jokingly played. The four of them laughed and the tension disappeared. Gary and Sally embraced Liz. Sally gave her daughter a small kiss on the head. “’Bout time…” She supposed.

The couple then made their way over to Max. What was there to say? Everything. What was there to do? More than could be done in a lifetime. Peter’s parents had found their “lost boy.” There was one thing to be done. The only they could capture and restore was this moment.

Max’s parents wrapped their son in their arms, taking in with him, a lifetime of questions, doubts, fears, and eventually joys. It may have been only a few moments, but for all three it like forever.

As the room stood focused on the actions that had changed their lives, Michael, the last in line stood next to Liz. He leaned against the counter beside her. He hunched over and began to whisper to her. “You have his heart, and you have my loyalty. Liz…” He voice grew quieter and deeper. His tone was saddened yet tinted with hope. “How do I do it?”

Liz didn’t need to ask. She knew what he was talking about, it was often the center of their relationship. She smiled and crossed her arms and leaned in. “That’s your mistake Michael. Have you listened to her music? She’s got your heart, and by gosh, you have hers. The problem is you don’t know what to do about it. It’s like you have the key to the universe and you don’t know how to open the door.” She pulled away for a moment and paused, laughed lightly and leaned back in. “The secret Michael is…tell her. Tell her you love her and that you need her and if you let one more moment pass you by without her knowing your life is nothing. Tell her that Michael.” She replied as she touched his shoulder lightly. “It’s not easy, and it will hurt like hell. Look Max and I…we’ve been there and back, but we’re here in this life. We made it because we realized life isn’t ever going to be easier or less complicated, but the moments you have love…it’s worth it all, by God it’s worth it.”

Michael nudged her gently, keeping a smile to himself. The smile and the defeat of knowing she was right, as she had been so many times before in their lives. He would enjoy being her family, and even more than that, her protector.
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Title: The Story of Wendy and Peter
Part Fourteen
Category: Future Classic
Rating: PG-13 /Teen
Author: At the time I was Queen Lea’, now, it’s simply Elle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I created.

Notes: This was started around the second season of Roswell. It is only now that I am drudging it to completion. Note that I have taken liberties with certain facts among the Roswellians, bear with me. Second, gratitude towards Captain Average, RoswellNET list (long since gone), and of course, my cohort in every crime, Princess Nic, known simply now as Nic.

Musical Note: Quite a few of these songs were written by me in the context of the band, however some are actual songs from actual bands.

Comments: Finally back at school and finishing up- so I will write/post as I can. For those of you wondering about Tess and Kyle, or you know like them, this is for you. Welcome back to everyone else- I hope everyone had a great Holiday.

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His face was torn, ripped and bleeding. He couldn’t see anything, just feel the cold wet smooth rocks beneath his hands and feet as he crawled. Crawled under the earth and through several of the most dangerous caverns in Roswell. He could not see, all he heard was the movement of water through the cracks, and he could not think. He didn’t want to, he couldn’t. His thinking depended on his wife surviving.

Somehow, he had managed to get away. The locks on the chains binding him had slipped. What others would have called a mysterious occurrence, he called his wife. She had used what little power left to her after her own far off torture to free him.

He had one mission. Find the others and warn them. He despised it. He at this point didn’t give a damn about Max, Liz, Michael or the others…he had abandon his wife. Every fiber in him, everything in him told him to turn back. His heart beckoned him back to save his wife. But deep down, logic…or was it deeper than logic told him to move forward. Move forward to the break of light and then run. Run till he found them. Only they could save her…only they could bring his wife back to him.

His hand tore on another rock, the pain ripped through his nervous system. Was this shock? He kept moving. He needed a focus. He needed motivation. He needed to let his mind drift to something else than escaping.

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“Kyle!” She laughed.

Their honeymoon.

He had taken her to Denver, Colorado. A chalet deep in the mountains hidden by the city of Denver. Everywhere you saw there were thickets of snow. Deep and glistening mountains and valleys of snowy powder.

Tess couldn’t believe it. In all her life she had never really seen snow. Not like this. On Antar, snow didn’t exist. The climate, her world, would not allow for the beauty and wonder of the glittering snow. She was unsure of what to do amongst the hills and mountains of it. They had stepped out of the rugged SUV they had rented at the airport. As she made her way to the cabin porch, wrapping her winter coat tighter, she felt the slam of a snowball on her back. She turned and exclaimed his name, her husband’s name.

In another life, she had been betrothed to two other men. One had been manipulating, devious, malicious and a man that struck fear into her very heart.

The other, handsome, naïve and used by her own fear of the first. Did she love either one? No, not like she loved the man who pelted her with a snowball. She didn’t believe she should have been this lucky.

She had, after the wars in Roswell, escaped with Khivar’s son to California. Khivar, had rejected his human son. Her people rejected her son…they rejected her. A traitor with the unclean and vile blood of the human race of earth. She came back to Roswell, fought beside those whom she had harmed and then ran. She ran as fast she could to the warmth and darkness of the City of Angels. This fallen angel found work in a small diner and home in a one bedroom apartment on the outskirts. She lived by her own means, supporting herself and Adam. It was hard but she didn’t complain. Two or three months after her departure she received a letter in the mail from Roswell. Puzzled and confused, she opened the letter to find a check for $250 and a note:

Tess,

I hope this helps. Live as one redeemed.

Mary

“Live as one redeemed” was an ancient Antarian saying of Mary’s people. A people that redeemed the many, a people that could even redeem a woman who had destroyed their every hope.

Every few months, a letter would come to her with a check for $250 and the same note, always. About six months of living in Los Angeles, she received more than a letter. It was about 8 PM and she had just finished a double shift at the diner, picked up Adam from Mrs. Robert’s apartment, and was settling him down for sleep. She was exhausted and disheveled. Her house was a wreck. She began the drudgery of cleaning it. She cheated tonight using her powers but she was too tired to have the moral argument within her. As she was just finishing, a knock on the door brought her to attention. She, in her ripped jeans and thrift store t-shirt, assumed it was most likely Gregory. Gregory was her next door neighbor and sixteen. His mom worked at the diner with her and on occasion had forgotten to tell her son that she would be working late. Gregory would come home and find his mother not there and no dinner. She had gotten in the habit of feeding the boy in exchange for work that needed to be done and the occasional baby-sitting. She, without thinking opened the door, unlocking all three locks. What she saw behind the door shocked her to the core.

Kyle Valenti.

Tess stood there for moments, not knowing what to do or say. The last time she had seen him was the night before she left. The night before Kyle left for the police academy. It wasn’t the most pleasant of good-byes. She was at the Valentis’ with a baby and sharing in their hospitality for one night only. It was nearly midnight and she was up, Adam finally asleep in her arms. Her life, her body, she…was exhausted. Kyle lurked at the door way of the living room where Tess was staying. He didn’t say anything at first, but she knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to call her a traitor. He wanted to ask her how she could have betrayed their trust. He wanted to know why she came back and now, why she was leaving. She never answered his questions but as Adam stirred, he walked over calmly and took the baby and wrapped him in his arms and sat on the couch. Tess said nothing but shut her eyes relishing the sweet relief of not having to prove herself once again.

Of just getting to rest, that was enough for them both. So it surprised her to see him standing in her doorway- no notice of his coming- she couldn’t even believe he knew where she lived. This would be the first of “several” visits. He would come with Mary’s letters, sit and have dinner with Tess and Adam and they would talk. They talked about everything, everything but Roswell. She never asked and he never volunteered. One might think the two had just met and indeed they had. It was over the last of the visits Tess began to realize what was really going on between her and Kyle.

He knew the moment he walked in that last night. It was in the air-more electric than the energy within her. That night Kyle didn’t leave. He wouldn’t ever again. He transferred, unbeknownst to most, to the police academy in L.A. and moved in with Tess and Adam. When he was finished, he took his fiancé and adopted son back to the sands of Roswell where he married her. In attendance was just his own father and step-mother. No one else needed or cared or was invited. Adam stayed with his new grandparents and Kyle whisked her away to the Denver cottage on loan from friends from Los Angeles.

The “cottage” or cabin was gorgeous as Tess stepped into the main living room. She stood in amazement at the warmth and coziness of the main living room. There was a fire blazing in the large stone fireplace. She wrapped her coat around her shivering not from the cold wind blowing in but from the shear delight. Kyle slammed the front door and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close to him. He inhaled her sweet aroma and gave a small sigh. It was over. All the fighting, all the pain and treachery, all the past mistakes- let go in this moment.

He then walked to the front of her- took her hands and led her to the bedroom. There from the ceilings to the floor were dogwood petals of every color and size. Tess placed her hand over her mouth in shock. He remembered.

It was in high school. She was flipping through the channels on the TV when she stopped at the Travel Channel. They were in Virginia and in a field filled with trees with the unusual flowers on them. Tess screamed and Kyle who was in his bedroom ran into the room to discover what the commotion was about. She asked very excitedly what were those flowers on the tree. Kyle shrugged at first but remembered they were Dogwood Trees. He asked why she seemed so surprised by the stupid trees. She went on to explain in Antar there was a field. If you could call it that… A field she use to escape to when the pressures of her life and her people became too much for her. The demands seemed to vanish as she lay in the field filled with this “flower”- the “flower” that bore a strange and exact resemblance to the flowers on the Dogwood tree. She hadn’t seen them since Antar but their fragrant aroma lingered often in the most difficult of times to calm her and bring her peace. Ever since, she had secretly loved the Dogwood trees; claiming them as her one piece of her life once lived that was good.

It had been a lot of years and hurts since that moment but Kyle remembered. He remembered enough to fill their bedroom with them on their honeymoon. He had cared enough to have them specially picked from an Dogwood tree farm in Virginia, the same one Tess had seen on the show. The aroma was sweeter than ever as Tess wrapped her own arms around her husband and kissed him. She pulled him down onto the bed, where they, as some might have said, “cemented” their relationship. It was then they discovered the power they had with one another. The power to communicate telepathically. Even Kyle, ordinary as he was, could send Tess his thoughts and she could send him hers. It was a connection formed but a connection separate from that of what had been once formed by others. It was their special connection that took trust and faith to build. After all, letting someone into your mind willingly and lovingly is no simple act. The three nights they spent in the cabin in Colorado were perhaps the three nights that redeemed Tess, once and for all.

It was of those three nights that Kyle focused on with all his mind. Focusing on every detail of her body, of the bed, of the extraordinary and soothing aroma of Dogwood flowers. It wasn’t before long, Kyle’s eyes hit the harsh light of day. He was out, out and in the middle of the dessert. He ran toward the highway-285 South. If only he could fly…he thought as he ran to catch in passing car and ride to warn the others and save the love of his life.
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Title: The Story of Wendy and Peter
Part Fifteen
Category: Future Classic
Rating: PG-13 /Teen
Author: At the time I was Queen Lea’, now, it’s simply Elle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I created.

Notes: This was started around the second season of Roswell. It is only now that I am drudging it to completion. Note that I have taken liberties with certain facts among the Roswellians, bear with me. Second, gratitude towards Captain Average, RoswellNET list (long since gone), and of course, my cohort in every crime, Princess Nic, known simply now as Nic.

Musical Note: Quite a few of these songs were written by me in the context of the band, however some are actual songs from actual bands.

Comments: If anyone is still reading, I'm sorry. I have a computer now and am back to finishing this fan fic once and for all. Here is just a piece of what I've been working on...comments always welcome.
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Stephen sat down next to Max at the end of the long picnic table. Around
the grill were one men too many arguing the proper way to fix steaks.
The women had decided to hide in the kitchen till the fire and the
argument died down a bit. Max had a glass of tea in his hand and was
laughingly observing Michael and Sebastian go at it about what “rub” to
put on a steak. It seemed a bit “heated” for a fight about cooking but it
merely reminded the boys were brothers and two brothers as different as
night and day. He’d been watching the two long enough to know it would
subside with the two on the ground ‘duking it out’ till Michael won the fist
fight. (Sebastian may have had loads of training on Michael, but he was
die trying fighter.)


Stephen shook his head and chuckled, too. He remembered a different
life; a life in which this fighting had been the very thing to part the
brothers once and for all. Michael was a brute on Antar. A rather
repulsive brute who had provoked Stephen on more than one occasion.
Here Michael won the human knock outs- on Antar, Sebastian was the
true warrior. Tian was older than Rath, smarter, wiser, kinder and had a
dignity about him that very few in his clan possessed. It was because he
was of a noble heart that he had been allowed to marry Mara. They made
such a beautiful thoughtful couple. He glanced at Max as he took a sip of
the beer in his hand and looked back to the guys now on the ground
fighting.


“I guess you’re not down here to wish me congratulations…” Max simply
put not looking at Stephen.


Stephen smirked. “You’d be right.” Taking another sip of his beer.


“I’m taking a guess you’re here to tell me if I hurt her, you’ll kill me.”


“No.”


Max finally looked at Stephen who was now looking at Alex attempting to
break the fight up. “No?”


“No, killing would be to nice, too easy. If you hurt her, what I do to you
will be far worse.” He said never breaking his stare. His voice was chilled
and struck a chord of fear in Max. Not because he was frightened of what
Stephen would do but what laid in a man for a woman to make him that
dark. He finally gazed at Max and as if he read Max’s mind, he answered
the question.


“You don’t remember anything?”


Max looked down at the table and then to the house in front of him. He
shook his head. “Just bits and pieces- we weren’t like Liz. We didn’t get
our memories back. We lost them all. It’s like a puzzle for Michael, Is and
I. Only there are pieces missing and we are responsible for them, but
have no clue what they are or what they were…” His voice trailed off.


“I hated you. I didn’t get you, maybe…” He sighed as the past took
control of his mind and thoughts and being. He traveled back to Antar and
to a time he’d been a confused young man. “I didn’t get how you could
or why you would just give her up. She was everything. She was grace
inhabited in a being and she adored you, loved you though you betrayed
her…you betrayed us all. It was a rainy day, well, what you might
understand to be rainy…” He stopped took another sip of the bitter and
warm beer in his hand. “Rumors were permeating the kingdom- rumors
that even made it to our nomadic caves and plains. Rumors that the King
had become betrothed…but not our Lya- not the glory of our clan but to
another. The messages had stopped and Lya, never willing to believe
anything but the best in you, wanted to know for herself.”


Max’s heart felt heavy. This much he knew. He knew had chosen Tess…
Ava…he had chosen the trap and brought upon his people their very
downfall. He felt this guilt was it necessary for Stephen to make him feel
it again?

Stephen seemed not to care and continued on. “You and Lya had the
secret of sending each other messages- secret love words and musings
through the most unusual means.” He smiled slightly. “It was like you
both tried to out do the other in the most creative and outlandish means
possible. But suddenly, they stopped. The moment they stopped it
became very dangerous for our people. For the first time, our peaceful
people- our wise and simple family- was on the run. We never stayed in
one place long, but now we moved out of safety and we didn’t…Lya didn’t
get it. I did.” A short pause. “I wasn’t stupid Max- I was to be your
advisor upon the joining of our people. I lived in the palace for a time and
I knew what was going on. But then here I bear guilt Max. I knew of your
affair and enchantment with Ava, the orphan of two tribes. She merely
wanted to belong, I won’t fault her for that. She had a father who had
abandon her when he discovered her mother’s true nature. She had a
mother angry and bitter at the man who used her daughter to plot her
own revenge. During this time, not only were you deserting what was to
be but the palace and the family began to crumble. Your sister was all but
intolerable. She was vain and cruel. Tian’s brother, Rath, had wanted
more…more than the shadow of his older and more accomplished brother.
I sat by and watched all of you leave what was right, what was true for
greed, selfish idealism, and the villainous plans of Khivar. That rainy day
as Lya and I hid among the greens and fields of the outer palace walls we
listened as you pronounced a sentence of death upon us all. Your own as
you chose Ava, and then ours, as you claimed our people to be traitors to
the thrown we allowed you to sit on. We ran. We ran as we had never run, I out of fear for our people and Lya because she no longer had
someone to run to…” He struggled. “We were too late, Max. Khivar and
his assassins had come too soon. There in the plains we had merely
gathered in to rest, lay Lya’s parents. Dead and their auras melded to the
ground. A note lay beside their bodies- the official royal seal- that gave
us no choice but to run- it was a signed warrant for our immediate deaths
and that any being found harboring us would do so to their own doom. I
carried Lya that night for many nights following. More than bereaved or
betrayed at the loss she was broken. That is where we found each other
and that is what I hold of her. It wasn’t long after this that the frightened
former queen sent her message and requesting our help.”

“I’m guessing you weren’t big on helping me or my family…”

“You guess right.” He took one last sip of the beer before finishing. “I did all of it against my will and by the orders of the Elder of our clan, Lya’s grandfather. We sent you four and then some time when we realized our
race was in jeopardy we sent Lya. Then I, Mara, and Tian eventually
followed through vessels like the Graniolith. Max, I am not lucky like you.
I never got to hold the good part of her, I only got the pain and grief. I
only hold what little was left of the light of my world. You hold more. You
hold her, all. And what I don’t get…is why you would have chanced it all
again?”

Stephen’s words hung in the air, heavy and thick. Max was still processing
his own hand in the death of Lya’s parents on Antar as well as his
grievous errors in judgment. But he supposed Stephen had every right to
ask this and every right to an answer. “It wasn’t my choice. Liz ran but
this time she ran from everything. She…I don’t know what she needed.
Then maybe that was the problem, I didn’t know. I had no idea what she
was going through because I never knew what she had been before she
was my Liz.”

Stephen set the empty bottle down and finally met Max Evans eye to eye.
This wasn’t the naïve corruptible king had known ages ago. This was man
who simply loved a girl and had sacrificed everything for her only to pay
for sins he had never really committed. He hoped though that Max could
learn from stories of the past, to somehow make all they went through
worth it. It had to be worth it. Slowly and very begrudgingly he
outstretched his hand. His people, his life once had been about peace and
unity, and though impossible to find on this world it had to begin here.

Okay, I guess I am doing this for me too b/c even I am having trouble remembering who is who or was...yeah...

Liz Parker was Lya, beloved daughter and once betrothed to Xan.

Max Evans was Xan, Prince and betrayer.

Michael Guerrin was Rath a very nasty warrior.

Isobel Evans was Vilandra. a spoiled princess.

Alex Whitman is and always will be Alex Whitman.

Maria Delucca is and always will be Maria Delucca.

Mary was Mara, Lya/Liz's sister and wife to Sebastian/Tian.

Sebastin was Tian, Rath/Michael's brother and husband to Mary/Mara.

Kyle is and always will be Kyle.

As if I could make things more complicated...

President Gary Roberts, was the former King of Antar/father to Xan and Vilandra.

First Lady Sally Roberts. was the former Queen of Antar/mom to Xan and Vilandra.

Chloe Roberts, was a princess of Antar and sister to Xan and Vilandra.

Stephen is head of the FBI and was Mika, fellow tribesmember with Lya and Mara, and for a short while, romantically linked to Lya/Liz.

Grandfather was the Elder of the Clan and tribe that Lya belonged to.

Okay- well those are the good guys....

Tess is the wife of Kyle and was once Ava, a poor half-breed seductress betrothed once to Xan and Khivar.

Vice President and his wife---Ava's uncle and aunt and followers of Khivar.

Dianna is the Presidential aide and was Khivar's very bitter sister.

Now I think I have everyone straight- I hope. It's also important to know who's who as I will be mixing the past and present storylines of all the characters.

Title: The Story of Wendy and Peter
Part Sixteen
Category: Future Classic
Rating: PG-13 /Teen
Author: At the time I was Queen Lea’, now, it’s simply Elle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I created.

Notes: This was started around the second season of Roswell. It is only now that I am drudging it to completion. Note that I have taken liberties with certain facts among the Roswellians, bear with me. Second, gratitude towards Captain Average, RoswellNET list (long since gone), and of course, my cohort in every crime, Princess Nic, known simply now as Nic.

Musical Note: Quite a few of these songs were written by me in the context of the band, however some are actual songs from actual bands.

Story Comments: Okay, first off I couldn't resist throwing in a Grey's Anatomy shout out. (Disclaimer: I own nothing of Grey's Anatomy and if I did it would George O'Malley.) And secondly, inspired two other very popular shows on TV (::cough cough:: VM and Lost) the numbers mean something. If you can figure them out, wow- you have impressed me.

Comments: Okay, so wow, I can't believe people still actually read this fanfic. I am very very sorry this has taken so long, but I started an internship and I haven't had much free time. But now, that I am settled and beat the crap out of Writer's Block...I am back. Here is the next part which soon should be followed by the next part after that...and wow, HUGE THANKS for still caring and making me finish this fic for once and all.
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“I can’t be there! It’s ONE LOUSY show…deal with it…” Maria screamed into the phone.

Isabel, Liz, Mary, Sally, and Chloe attempted to busy themselves with
fixing appetizers, salads, and desserts and ignore the very loud
conversation Maria Delucca was having with her cell phone. Maria had
been on the phone for the last fifteen minutes having a heated debate with who was ever on the other end of her cell. They didn’t want to seem nosy but curiosity was getting the better of them all.

“I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU CAN’T EXPLAIN THAT I HAVE A
FAMILY EMERGENCY OR SOME OTHER CLEVER EXCUSE!!! ISN’T THAT
WHY I AM PAYING YOU ALL THIS FREAK’N MONEY?!?”

There was a long pause, a dangerous break in the shouting.

“FINE! SCREW YOU, THE LABEL AND THE DAMN GRAMMYS! WE’RE DONE!”
Then the cell phone hurled itself across Mary’s living room in a kamikaze
mission meeting its doom on the fireplace bricks.

Maria stormed into the kitchen where the women were pretending to be
incredibly focused on fixing lunch. Maria leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms. “That was my manager. It would appear that I am no longer employed.” She stated matter-of-factly. Then she sighed.

“Like you need them…” Chloe reassured her in bravado.

“Yeah, you’re right. ‘Bout time I did my own thing…go solo.
Worked for Gwen and Justin, right?”

All the women turned around and smiled. Sally walked up to
her and patted her arm, “Right. I’m sure we can even promise you your
first gig…we always need independent talent for the Lincoln Centre
Benefit. Count us in the solo career of Maria Delucca.”

Maria gave a small smile. “Thanks.” She spoke quietly. “But
onto better news…”She pushed as she set one hand down on the counter
and looking pointedly at Chloe and Isabel. “It seems that our sisters have
more in common than they know…”

Everyone sat down what they were doing immediately- the
knives clanked on the counter tiles, spoons fell into the pans and poor
Chloe turned as red as the tomatoes she was cutting. She stayed focused
on the tomatoes, oh if they could save her. Isabel, turned off the kitchen sink, and faced Chloe with a quizzical look. It didn’t take long for her to realize she and her new young sister were night and day. While Isabel was a princess in every form of the word, Chloe was down-to-earth and radical. She was a good child, like Isabel had once been, but Chloe loved rock and music and when she could, she dressed like Maria. Isabel could only hope through love and support she could show her sister the error of her ways in fashion. Maria could get away with torn jeans, frumpy second-hand skirts, and mutli-colored make-up that looked like it belonged on a native tribesperson- because she was a rock star. Chloe was the First Daughter and could not yet pull it off. Besides that, the two looked nothing alike. Isabel wondered how she would even begin to open herself to this stranger and polar sister of herself. But Maria’s little divulge had her curious on a chance to bond…

“Do enlighten us, Maria…” Sally offered slowly.

“It would appear that Chloe, like her older sister, goes for the
tall-not-so-lanky-anymore computer-geek-lovable type…” Maria gave a
chesire smile to the pair.

It was Isabel’s turn to blush.

“YOU LIKE ALEX?!?” Liz almost screamed.

Chloe focused on the tomatoes, the darn tomatoes and Maria’s
big mouth. “Yes.” She muttered. “Since I met him at the State dinner. He
danced with me. He's a good dancer.” She mumbled too.

Liz put her hand over her mouth to stop the laughter. Chloe’s
dear mother, shut her mouth tightly. Mary stuffed her mouth with a
cucumber. Isabel turned to Chloe and winked. “He can dance. That’s his
thing…he may not be McDreamy, but when he dances with you-”

“It’s amazing.” Chloe finished in Isabel’s romantic overtone.

Isabel grinned. “Actually I was going to go with sexy, but for
you- amazing is just fine.”

“Sexy?!? Alex Whitman? I will never see it.” Maria countered,
dismissing the two lovelorn girls. “Maybe I should do Broadway…that
seems the ‘in-thing.’”

And with that the discussion turned quickly to how perfect Maria would be as Elphaba in Wicked.
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Kyle’s hands were gauzed and taped; yet the blood still seeped
through all the bandages. He didn’t care as he fumbled with the keys to
the Sheriff’s office. It was empty. He had taken time off and the rest of
his force would be at the beck’n call of Liz and her agents. He didn’t
bother flipping on lights or checking messages. He knew what he wanted
and his job be damned. He went down a long narrow hallway in the
station and to a small wooden door which had not only two locks and a
deadbolt but security lock that only opened with the finger prints of the
Sheriff himself. Kyle took the his index fingers and placed them on the board after unlocking the locks and deadbolt quickly. The door creaked opened and Kyle flew down a flight of long stairs. It was cool and dry in the entrance to the Underground.

How ironic, he had first thought when this was being built. If
one walked into the first downstairs room they would find an intricate and
well-organized crime scene exhibit room. No cheap cardboard boxes here-
no, there were walls of safes with a code on each that referenced the
case number, date, and time of the incident. Thousands of safes filled the
specially lit room and Kyle knew what each safe held-especially the
one numbered 51-1091999-900… that one he knew and he alone in the
department. Kyle made is way to that safe, left most of the time
untouched, he turned the code: 61-8-3. The safe box didn’t open, it
remained shut but a small gap of wall between the safes- just big enough
for one person to get through- disappeared and Kyle ran through and into
the Underground.

There were two passages to the Underground: one outside the
Crashdown and one right here in the Sheriff’s building. The Underground
was a series of caverns and catacombs that had been converted by
the “gang” during the first battles. Kyle had not been here to see their
construction but once he had come back, he’d been let in and had grown
to know them intimately. The second room he had but all created with a little help from the others. The room, this old cavern was tall and dryer
and colder than most. However, this was the least of the unnerving
aspects of it. This room from dusty floor to rocky ceiling was covered with
weapons. Hundreds of weapons he’d confiscated, and the aliens had
confiscated. Human weapons of mass destruction and alien weapons of
mass destruction; it was an equal-opportunity room. Destruction was the
only requirement. Three years ago, the Department had made the raid of
a lifetime just outside Roswell borders. A band of arms dealers had made
the bad decision of using caves close to the Graniolith as their hide out.
Max had tipped Kyle off and needless to say, Kyle took that tip and
became a legend in New Mexico. In exchange for the tip, Kyle stashed a
few never marked bad-ass guns in case of an emergency. It was the
beginning of his contribution to the “cause.” Kyle grabbed those guns and
few others he’d known to be “out his solar system” and ran back through
barely checking to make sure he shut down every trace of his journey. He
was out in the blindness of the Roswell sun when he threw the arms in
the back of the Department Cruiser. His foot hit the gas as he blazed
towards his next destination-giving but a moment to silently pray for his
wife and that he would not be too late.
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Title: The Story of Wendy and Peter
Part Sixteen
Category: Future Classic
Rating: PG-13 /Teen
Author: At the time I was Queen Lea’, now, it’s simply Elle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I created.

Notes: This was started around the second season of Roswell. It is only now that I am drudging it to completion. Note that I have taken liberties with certain facts among the Roswellians, bear with me. Second, gratitude towards Captain Average, RoswellNET list (long since gone), and of course, my cohort in every crime, Princess Nic, known simply now as Nic.

Musical Note: Quite a few of these songs were written by me in the context of the band, however some are actual songs from actual bands.

Story Comments: Okay, first off I couldn't resist throwing in a Grey's Anatomy shout out. (Disclaimer: I own nothing of Grey's Anatomy and if I did it would George O'Malley.) And secondly, inspired two other very popular shows on TV (::cough cough:: VM and Lost) the numbers mean something. If you can figure them out, wow- you have impressed me.

Comments: Okay, so wow, I can't believe people still actually read this fanfic. I am very very sorry this has taken so long, but I started an internship and I haven't had much free time. But now, that I am settled and beat the crap out of Writer's Block...I am back. Here is the next part which soon should be followed by the next part after that...and wow, HUGE THANKS for still caring and making me finish this fic for once and all.
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“I can’t be there! It’s ONE LOUSY show…deal with it…” Maria screamed into the phone.

Isabel, Liz, Mary, Sally, and Chloe attempted to busy themselves with
fixing appetizers, salads, and desserts and ignore the very loud
conversation Maria Delucca was having with her cell phone. Maria had
been on the phone for the last fifteen minutes having a heated debate with who was ever on the other end of her cell. They didn’t want to seem nosy but curiosity was getting the better of them all.

“I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU CAN’T EXPLAIN THAT I HAVE A
FAMILY EMERGENCY OR SOME OTHER CLEVER EXCUSE!!! ISN’T THAT
WHY I AM PAYING YOU ALL THIS FREAK’N MONEY?!?”

There was a long pause, a dangerous break in the shouting.

“FINE! SCREW YOU, THE LABEL AND THE DAMN GRAMMYS! WE’RE DONE!”
Then the cell phone hurled itself across Mary’s living room in a kamikaze
mission meeting its doom on the fireplace bricks.

Maria stormed into the kitchen where the women were pretending to be
incredibly focused on fixing lunch. Maria leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms. “That was my manager. It would appear that I am no longer employed.” She stated matter-of-factly. Then she sighed.

“Like you need them…” Chloe reassured her in bravado.

“Yeah, you’re right. ‘Bout time I did my own thing…go solo.
Worked for Gwen and Justin, right?”

All the women turned around and smiled. Sally walked up to
her and patted her arm, “Right. I’m sure we can even promise you your
first gig…we always need independent talent for the Lincoln Centre
Benefit. Count us in the solo career of Maria Delucca.”

Maria gave a small smile. “Thanks.” She spoke quietly. “But
onto better news…”She pushed as she set one hand down on the counter
and looking pointedly at Chloe and Isabel. “It seems that our sisters have
more in common than they know…”

Everyone sat down what they were doing immediately- the
knives clanked on the counter tiles, spoons fell into the pans and poor
Chloe turned as red as the tomatoes she was cutting. She stayed focused
on the tomatoes, oh if they could save her. Isabel, turned off the kitchen sink, and faced Chloe with a quizzical look. It didn’t take long for her to realize she and her new young sister were night and day. While Isabel was a princess in every form of the word, Chloe was down-to-earth and radical. She was a good child, like Isabel had once been, but Chloe loved rock and music and when she could, she dressed like Maria. Isabel could only hope through love and support she could show her sister the error of her ways in fashion. Maria could get away with torn jeans, frumpy second-hand skirts, and mutli-colored make-up that looked like it belonged on a native tribesperson- because she was a rock star. Chloe was the First Daughter and could not yet pull it off. Besides that, the two looked nothing alike. Isabel wondered how she would even begin to open herself to this stranger and polar sister of herself. But Maria’s little divulge had her curious on a chance to bond…

“Do enlighten us, Maria…” Sally offered slowly.

“It would appear that Chloe, like her older sister, goes for the
tall-not-so-lanky-anymore computer-geek-lovable type…” Maria gave a
chesire smile to the pair.

It was Isabel’s turn to blush.

“YOU LIKE ALEX?!?” Liz almost screamed.

Chloe focused on the tomatoes, the darn tomatoes and Maria’s
big mouth. “Yes.” She muttered. “Since I met him at the State dinner. He
danced with me. He's a good dancer.” She mumbled too.

Liz put her hand over her mouth to stop the laughter. Chloe’s
dear mother, shut her mouth tightly. Mary stuffed her mouth with a
cucumber. Isabel turned to Chloe and winked. “He can dance. That’s his
thing…he may not be McDreamy, but when he dances with you-”

“It’s amazing.” Chloe finished in Isabel’s romantic overtone.

Isabel grinned. “Actually I was going to go with sexy, but for
you- amazing is just fine.”

“Sexy?!? Alex Whitman? I will never see it.” Maria countered,
dismissing the two lovelorn girls. “Maybe I should do Broadway…that
seems the ‘in-thing.’”

And with that the discussion turned quickly to how perfect Maria would be as Elphaba in Wicked.
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Kyle’s hands were gauzed and taped; yet the blood still seeped
through all the bandages. He didn’t care as he fumbled with the keys to
the Sheriff’s office. It was empty. He had taken time off and the rest of
his force would be at the beck’n call of Liz and her agents. He didn’t
bother flipping on lights or checking messages. He knew what he wanted
and his job be damned. He went down a long narrow hallway in the
station and to a small wooden door which had not only two locks and a
deadbolt but security lock that only opened with the finger prints of the
Sheriff himself. Kyle took the his index fingers and placed them on the board after unlocking the locks and deadbolt quickly. The door creaked opened and Kyle flew down a flight of long stairs. It was cool and dry in the entrance to the Underground.

How ironic, he had first thought when this was being built. If
one walked into the first downstairs room they would find an intricate and
well-organized crime scene exhibit room. No cheap cardboard boxes here-
no, there were walls of safes with a code on each that referenced the
case number, date, and time of the incident. Thousands of safes filled the
specially lit room and Kyle knew what each safe held-especially the
one numbered 51-1091999-900… that one he knew and he alone in the
department. Kyle made is way to that safe, left most of the time
untouched, he turned the code: 61-8-3. The safe box didn’t open, it
remained shut but a small gap of wall between the safes- just big enough
for one person to get through- disappeared and Kyle ran through and into
the Underground.

There were two passages to the Underground: one outside the
Crashdown and one right here in the Sheriff’s building. The Underground
was a series of caverns and catacombs that had been converted by
the “gang” during the first battles. Kyle had not been here to see their
construction but once he had come back, he’d been let in and had grown
to know them intimately. The second room he had but all created with a little help from the others. The room, this old cavern was tall and dryer
and colder than most. However, this was the least of the unnerving
aspects of it. This room from dusty floor to rocky ceiling was covered with
weapons. Hundreds of weapons he’d confiscated, and the aliens had
confiscated. Human weapons of mass destruction and alien weapons of
mass destruction; it was an equal-opportunity room. Destruction was the
only requirement. Three years ago, the Department had made the raid of
a lifetime just outside Roswell borders. A band of arms dealers had made
the bad decision of using caves close to the Graniolith as their hide out.
Max had tipped Kyle off and needless to say, Kyle took that tip and
became a legend in New Mexico. In exchange for the tip, Kyle stashed a
few never marked bad-ass guns in case of an emergency. It was the
beginning of his contribution to the “cause.” Kyle grabbed those guns and
few others he’d known to be “out his solar system” and ran back through
barely checking to make sure he shut down every trace of his journey. He
was out in the blindness of the Roswell sun when he threw the arms in
the back of the Department Cruiser. His foot hit the gas as he blazed
towards his next destination-giving but a moment to silently pray for his
wife and that he would not be too late.
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Title: The Story of Wendy and Peter
Part Seventenn
Category: Future Classic
Rating: PG-13 /Teen
Author: At the time I was Queen Lea’, now, it’s simply Elle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I created.

Notes: This was started around the second season of Roswell. It is only now that I am drudging it to completion. Note that I have taken liberties with certain facts among the Roswellians, bear with me. Second, gratitude towards Captain Average, RoswellNET list (long since gone), and of course, my cohort in every crime, Princess Nic, known simply now as Nic.

Musical Note: Quite a few of these songs were written by me in the context of the band, however some are actual songs from actual bands. One other note: Alex's toast is from the song The Glory of Love- sung by many different people but I prefer the version by Keb Mo'.

Comments: I'm sorry about the double post, our internet here on the small desserted island I am in inhabiting was not working- I didn't think it posted it. But here is the next part. And now I finally see the end of this fanfic in my sight. Enjoy!
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The steaks had been eaten. Wine and beer in hands. Stomachs were full
as much as the hearts that sat at the long picnic table in the ordinate
backyard of Sebastian and Mary. All eyes were turned to the handsome
couple at the end of the table, now standing. Once upon a time, they
might have been the perfect couple, but not in the moment they stood.
They were not the perfect couple- they were real, mistakes and all-but
that was growing up. They weren’t all passion and recklessness as in their
youth. They weren’t idealistic or wonderful, for that matter. They were…
hopeful. They were as they needed to be to weather what was to come.
They were a marriage…they were going to be forever.

Alex was elected to give the toast. Well, not much elected as he drew
the shortest straw. How could anyone give a wedding toast to Max and
Liz? What did they talk about? How they met? How she left him? How he
left her? Him dying? Her running? It was a disaster and Gary, Sally,
Chloe, Maria, Michael, Mary, Steven, Isabel, and Sebastian knew it. They
made the decision to draw straws and Alex was the last to draw because
he was cleaning up after being thrown down by Guerrin and Tian. Stupid, He thought as he cleared his throat. Never get in the middle of any
fight between brothers. Hadn’t he ever learned? His luck proved true as
he had to give wedding toast. Oh good Lord, I’m going to blow this---
he choked back in his mind. He cleared his throat one more time. He then
felt a hard nudge in his leg and looked to see Isabel’s irritated face. He
rose his beer bottle and looked up then at Max and Liz.

“I’ve been chosen to give your wedding toast.” He
emphasized the word chosen letting everyone know he was not happy
doing it. He gave a forced smile. “To be honest, I’m not sure what to say.
I could lie and I could predict eternal bliss for you both, but I don’t think
you would believe me. I could tell you how love is all you need to survive,
but sometimes love isn’t enough- it has to be more that and you two know
better than me how right I am.” He paused and then looked deeper at the
couple. “So, let me, if nothing else give you truth…or someone else’s truth:

‘You got to give a little, take a little, and let your poor heart
break a little. You got to laugh a little, cry a little, before the clouds go by
a little. You got to win a little, lose a little, and always have the blues a
little. That is the story and the glory of love.’

That’s your story Max and Liz. It’s going to be up and down,
but this… this only the beginning of a new story- one greater than written
universes away.” Almost done, he inwardly sighed. “So here’s to
Max, Liz, and their love.”

“To Max and Liz and their love.” Everyone toasted.

Max leaned in to Liz’s shining eyes, and he enveloped his
mouth over hers and kissed her as if it were their first. Maybe it was…
firsts are always coming and going.

“Get a room.” Michael laughed.

The two broke apart, laughing at the old joke and Max shoved Michael on the arm. Liz walked over to Alex and wrapped her arms around her good friend. She whispered lightly in his ear, “Thank you…of everyone to give a toast I wanted it to be you… thank you, Alex.”

Alex hugged her tighter and grinned from ear to ear. Soon, they broke apart and everyone was lost in a sea again of hugs, kisses and laughter. Had happy endings really existed this is would have been the end, but they should have known better.

It was Sally who first saw the young man, recognizing him only for an instant as the local sheriff and close friend of her children. She dropped her wine glass, and it shattered against the wooden patio.

Kyle trudged out onto the back yard, his face caked in mud
and muck. His body visible through the torn shirts and pants, ripped and
bruised. His hands covered in thick crimson bandages that were dried with
blood. His eyes were what sent fear to her murmured heart. In his hands
he brandished a weapon seen only in movies and crime dramas, or drug
cartels in the deep southern woods of foreign countries.

Kyle was lost between anger and confusion. They were
celebrating, they had the nerve to be happy and excited as hell was about
break open once again. Then confusion threw him as he saw the President
and First Lady and their daughter in the welcome arms of the Pod Squad.
What was going on?!?

Everyone at the sound of shattering glass turned their heads
and gazes to Kyle. Kyle, who in the mixture of emotions, was fiercely
angry and fiercely crying. There were murmurs of “Oh my God…”, hearts
collectively stopping, and one sound that summed the shock into one
united emotion-Chloe screaming.
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“Did you really think they will come for you?”

There was no reply.

“Honestly, Ava… do you believe that those half-
bloods and humans will come and save you- the traitor, the filth of the
Antar and Earth.” Diana seethed. The word human in her voice was edged
with distaste, as if they were nothing but a blithe on the planet-that is
pests to be eliminated.


Tess turned her battered, scarred face to the
woman. This was what vengeance did to a soul, what bitterness infested
below the surface of darkness. For the first time, Tess saw beyond race or
being, and what she saw made her sick. It didn’t matter if you were
human or alien…it mattered what was beneath these “skins” they wore.
The heart, which beat in both man and alien, was the same. Its contents
determined who you were and not genetics.

Live as one redeemed.

Mary’s sentence protruded her thoughts. She knew
what it meant immediately. She had gained wisdom beyond lifetimes
misspent. She finally got it.

Diana cackled as she hit Tess one more time with a
power surge which decorated her face with one more scar. The force
knocked her over and down on her knees. Her hands braced themselves
against the muddy stone floor and held her body from falling completely.
Diana spat on her before speaking, “In this very hour, Betrayer, we
have legions waiting on my command to finally take what is ours. To
finally hold power of what should have been mine.” Diana walked to the
corner and though inflicting pain brought her temporary joy she couldn’t
escape the permanent reality of what she had. “Antar is but a wasteland.
Forgotten by our universe, forgotten by its people. I don’t know how they
did it- but they stole our happiness and stole our rightful place. They left
and they took our home with them and left us with messes of bodies,
famine, and death. But here, here we can obtain it- here we can own it-
and here…” She paused dramatically and walked over to Ava and bent to
her ear and breathed so vehemently it sent chills through the girl. “Here.
We. Will. Win.” She laughed before kicking Ava in the stomach.

Tess let the air settle and with eyes shining as they
did when she knew what love was, shining when she held her beautiful
baby son, shining when all that was good and right had lived among them
briefly, she spoke. Her voice did not waiver and her body was grounded,
as if it had become stone. She spoke with her newfound wisdom.

“It will never be yours. You take what you want
through deception, through bloodshed, through theft and pain. You
scheme, you craft and you hate. You seek vengeance that was never
yours to seek. You are sad. Desperate. And so incredibly, wrong. You
cannot take what cannot be taken. You could steal the land…take their
lives…take even mine. But you will NOT TAKE WHAT YOU WANT and that is destiny. That is the plan beyond you and me and our stupid petty
wars. I am redeemed and I am as human as the blood that beats in
humanity’s heart. I am one of them, and they will see to it that I am
found. But let me clue you in on something, stupid…” Tess then smiled, smiled through the blood and sweat and met Diana’s eyes with power neither of them knew she had. “Good always wins. And that means…you. Will. Loose.” She paused for a brief moment. “Fight your battle, steal your world, but you can never escape that in the end you die.” The smile didn’t fade from Tess’ mouth as Diana’s guards came in and with the help of Diana tortured her to near death. She merely had to wait, and good would come and the redeemed would live at last.

Title: The Story of Wendy and Peter
Part Eighteen
Category: Future Classic
Rating: PG-13 /Teen
Author: At the time I was Queen Lea’, now, it’s simply Elle.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I created.

Notes: This was started around the second season of Roswell. It is only now that I am drudging it to completion. Note that I have taken liberties with certain facts among the Roswellians, bear with me. Second, gratitude towards Captain Average, RoswellNET list (long since gone), and of course, my cohort in every crime, Princess Nic, known simply now as Nic.

Musical Note: Quite a few of these songs were written by me in the context of the band, however some are actual songs from actual bands.

Comments: Here's another post- enjoy!
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“Tell me you’re kidding…” Kyle replied in total amazement and
exhaustion. It was weird enough to know that the Presidential Aide and
the Vice-President and his wife were from Antar and all around villains,
but the President was an alien too? Kyle felt as if he were in some warped
version of Dynasty, with an extraterrestrial twist. If he’d been a drug
addict, he could have just written it off as one bad trip but he was sober…
unfortunately.


Liz looked at Kyle’s face. She had agreed to tell him
everything- her and him-one on one. They had a past, a strained past,
but nonetheless something between them had existed. Kyle looked
confused and still angry. He had every right to be. Here he was trying to
save his wife, his hometown and the world and the rest of the “gang” was
getting married or celebrating. “I wish I were Kyle… the President is the
former-king of Antar and I am sure you can follow the rest. Max and I got
married this morning and I think that about covers it. Questions?” She
asked with twinge of humor.

Kyle wasn’t laughing. “No. I get it. President and First Lady-
good guys. Vice-President and his wife and Presidential Aide-really bad
guys. What I want to know is what you plan to do about it?”


Liz sighed. She had no clue what they were going to do about
it. She was not ready for war. She was supposed to be on a honeymoon,
wasn’t she? She was supposed to be happy and hopeful and drunk on
romance. She was not supposed to be figuring out how to tell everyone
Tess was captured by the people…scratch that- aliens responsible for the
complete destruction of her former-life and Antar. Being a grown-up right
now, sucked. She focused back on Kyle and placed her hand over
his. “We do what we always do Kyle…” As if she had known what they
always did, she hadn‘t even been here the past six years. “We fight.”


Kyle gave her a very small smile, “That’s what I needed to hear.”

Max stepped into the kitchen where Liz had been chatting with
Kyle. He was followed by Steven, Sebastian, Michael, Mary, and the
President. Kyle stood up and looked at everyone in the crowded kitchen-
re-claiming his weapon. Liz, she stayed seated, and did not turn to face
everyone when she spoke. “We have a serious problem.”

“How serious?” Michael asked.

“Independence Day-serious. It would appear that Tess has
been captured.”

“By whom?”

Liz cleared her throat. She did not want to answer that
question, but there was little time and they had to act, her marriage and
happiness be whatever. “By Dianna, the Presidential Aide, better known
to some of us as Diara, Khivar’s sister. Helping her is the Vice-President
and his wife, aka Ava’s evil aunt and uncle. It is a very bizarre and
warped family reunion of sorts. What we…Kyle knows is they were taken
prisoner in an underground cavern or catacomb. They were held with
metal from Antar and here’s where it gets really good- they do not come
in peace and they do not come alone. Oh…and they are torturing Tess as
we speak.”

The President groaned before placing his hand on his
forehead. Things made sense at this point…the enemy was close. The
enemy was close and tired of waiting for them to get their act together.
His voice was rougher than usual as he relayed what he could to the
others on what they were facing. “Diara is more diabolical and has a
bigger axe to grind than her brother. She’s…”

“A bitch.” Mary finished, not blinking or flinching. “I imagine
she is less than thrilled with what’s been left to her.”

“Left to her?” Max inquired.

“Antar, Max. It is most likely a wasteland. No royals. No
guidance. Anarchy in the hands of the depraved and resources are
spent.” She answered him, facing the bitter reality of what leaving had
really cost them all. They’d been living here on Earth in a luxury
that “bubbled” them from facing what was their world.

“We have no choice, Max. We have to fight.” Liz sighed,
repeating her answer.

“With what?” Michael called Liz- his voice kicking in fight-
mode. “There are what ten…eleven of us…against an army? Doesn’t exactly seem like a win.”

Stephen sat down next to Kyle. He looked to the President, the
once-king, who had escaped the hard times. Was he prepared for what
they were up against? He never looked so old and beyond his years.
Stephen’s gaze turned to Sebastian and Michael, standing side by side,
and hope crept in-small slivers of hope looking at Antar’s formidable
soldiers. Mary had stood behind the brothers and leaned against the
counter. There was no doubt what was crossing her mind- she was closer
to the reality of the invasion more than someone say like Max. Mary could
remember with every bitter detail that Diara and Umbra and Syne’
mutilated their clan and would have killed them if they had not escaped.
Stephen could only believe it was the environment of the nature of Earth
that had altered his senses so much that he missed the face the Vice-
President was Syne’ and his vain wife was Umbra. Diara or Dianna should
have been easier to see… but what was it said about hindsight- it was
20/20. Mary was worried not only for herself but for losing her sister as
she had before and she had every right to fear. It was then Stephen
looked at Liz, who had moved to stand next to her husband.

The two stood side-by-side, with her hand resting in his and his
eyes resting on hers. It wasn’t as if they were afraid. They’d be stupid not
be afraid. They were outnumbered, out-weapon-ed, and out experienced
when it came to battle they were facing. On the other hand, fear was only
one emotion. Overcoming the dread and doubts, was the certainty that
they could no longer run. They could no longer escape what was waiting
for them. They could not afford to wait another 50 years or more to fight-
this time it wasn’t for Never-land but the world was at stake. No one
needed to state the obvious and the obvious was Max’s near-death
experience had been only a warning…a warning that had vanished upon
his final union with Liz Parker. He could do more than stand with her
beside him- he could fight. They would fight as she had said. Logic was
telling him the numbers didn’t add up- destiny was a louder siren and she
allured to them both- what was would always be.


Everyone knew Peter Pan defeated the pirates and Hook.
Everyone knew that good would succeed in her quest and they had
merely to answer her song. Max and Liz looked to Stephen and in unison,
gave their royal seal-one solitary nod. Stephen lowered his eyes in
reverence of the decision of his King and Queen. He stood tall and made
the proclamation to the electrical-tensed kitchen. “We will fight.” His fist
pounded the table and then rose high to the air. “Long live the PEACE OF
ANTAR!”


Seven fists and voices joined his. “LONG LIVE THE PEACE OF ANTAR!”
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