Roswell Fanatics

ooc: At the moment, Tess wouldn't have heard Trevor's words to Michael.... there will be an opening for that later however.

~Adam~


“That’s what I’m trying to do,” I say, wrapping my arm around each of the girl's shoulders. Then, knowing that they have got to be both thinking about Michael, I decide to add something encouraging. “We’ll find him, and we’ll have some fun too.”

Cameron gives me a playful nudge and I have to laugh, “Hey, not all of us have the luck of not having bruises all over their legs. You know, some of us got knocked around a little bit.” I watch my cousin lean down to show a nasty looking welt on her calf and sigh. I wanted to ask exactly what both of them had been through, but I knew it wasn't the right time. “I really don’t feel like trying to explain that one to anyone that might see it. ‘Oh, it was nothing. Some men wearing black knocked me around a bit and this is my little souvenir. Nice, huh!’ And even if I covered it up by a ‘I fell down the stairs’ type of excuse, people might start thinking that I’m getting physically abused by someone.” She replaces the leg of her jeans as she add's, “Yeah, Adam. That would really be blending in.”

*Come on, you guys. It's still hot out here. I'm melting like a popsicle,* Cameron sends telepathically and I chuckle, knowing that she is joking. Yet, the idea of a popsicle actually sounds good.

*A popsicle sounds good,* I respond to Cameron, though I make certain that my cousins and Serena can hear me as well. I glance at Isabel and she's smiling.

*Then maybe we should think about finding a place that has one when we start looking around this town. You in for a popsicle, Iz?* I watch as Isabel nods at the idea of a popsicle but doesn't really say anything, her gaze is locked elsewhere and I see that it's on a group of teens walking toward us.

*We’ve got company.* Cameron sends telepathically.

*Be nice.*

*I’m always nice, Adam.*

*Yeah. Sure you are.*

*Your sarcasm is appreciated.*

As they grow closer, one of them greets us, "Hi everyone. You must be the new neighbors. Great to meet you. I hope you like it here," His smile is friendly, but somehow I get the feeling that he is not there just to be a welcoming committee. "My name is Max and this is Maria, Kyle, Tess, and Alex." He says and then the blonde introduced as Tess speaks up.

"I live just around the corner- over that way. Did you just move in?" I have to admit, that's very nice to know. She's absolutely beautiful. I take in the appearances of the others and

“Yeah. We did,” Cameron responds to the question before I have the chance. Then, she takes to introducing herself, Isabel and I. Of course, she steps away from us and places herself between us and them. “And hi. I’m Cameron. This is Isabel and Adam,” She says with a smile, yet I can tell that she's more then likely wondering some of the same things I am.


~Isabel~


“Do the rest of you guys live around here?” Cameron asks after basic introductions and information is eexchanged. However, I hadn't gailed to notice the change when my name was mentioned and I wondered what that could be about. Could they be part of the group that had taken Michael?

"Well, not exactly in this neighborhood, but not too far away," the one called Max admits. "We've been friends for a long time. What brings all of you to the area? Are you brother and sisters?"

*Something’s going on with them. Be careful Isabel. It started after they heard your name.* I heard Cameron tell me and simply remained impassive as I responded to her telepathically.

*Don't worry, I'll be careful. We'll have to find out what we can about them as soon as possible.*

“Oh, we’re not siblings, but we’re just as close. Cousins,” Cameron responds answering the latter of the two questions first before responding to the first. “And we’re here on business,” Of course, she ammends that, though in most ways it's completely the truth. “Sorry. That probably sounds crazy. We’re not here on business,” She gestures to the three of us as she clarifies. “Our parents are, we kinda had to come with.”

“But I think we’re making the best out of things,” Adam adds and he walks up to place his arm around her shoulder again.

I smile up at him before adding, *Remind me to thank Aunt Morgana for planning on opening a store in Roswell. It is a great cover story.*

“That we are,” I say. “Hey, speaking of making the best out of things, what’s there to do around here? We were thinking about looking around and trying to find our way around Roswell.”

“What’s there to do around here? We were thinking about looking around and trying to find our way around Roswell," Cameron asks.

Max shrugs and I can tell he's not quite certain what exactly she means. "Well, there's the mall and the movies and the arcade."

"If you want the touristy stuff, there's the UFO Center and loads of tours, the Crashdown diner. We hang out at the Crashdown a lot," He adds, and it makes me wonder why he would supply said information. Then again, I realize that my thoughts might be more then a little paranoid.

"There's a couple clubs but you'll need ID to get in." It's this comment that get's my attention the most.

Looking at me and Cam, Max suddenly asks, "Do you know someone named Ron?" I'd been observing quietly and noticed that he seemed to be close to losing his balance.

There was something strange going on as I looked at their aura's and spoke to Cameron, *Cam, maybe you should attempt to get a vision by touching one of them.*

*Do you have any idea what brought that on? Or that question? It seemed kinda—* Cam begins.

*Random? Yeah,* Adam says as he completes her thought.

*We better answer before they suspect something,* I respond, telepathically, shaking my head.

“Sorry. We don’t know anyone by that name. Is he someone from here? ‘Cause you guys are the only people we’ve really met from Roswell.” Cam responds and I'm glad she's quick on the draw.

At the same time, I add, "No. I can't say that I do. The only person I know that even comes close to that name is Cameron. Our family has mostly unusual names other then Adam, Liz and Jessie."

Cam's natural concern reveals itself as she asks Tess, “Are you okay, Tess? Do you want to sit down somewhere? There’s a porch swing on my porch just over there,” She gestures the porch in question as she adds, “and it’s shaded, so you can get out of the sun.”

*Liz, I need you out here.* I sent to my other cousin, hoping she'd be out soon.

"That's very kind, but I wouldn't want to impose. Are you sure you don't mind? I had a really strenous workout and I probably didn't realize how hot it was. I'm probably just a little dehydrated or something." Tess responds and her uncertainty makes me wonder why it seemed that they were nervous about trusting us and yet making overtures to get to know us.

"Of course we don't mind. In fact, if you all would like to join us, we can get you something to drink while you rest for a few moments." I comment, figuring that though normally I don't say much, it was time that I said something.

Adam nodded in agreement, "Of course you should sit and relax. It wouldn't be any sort of imposition."

Maria

I take a look at these people around me.

The boys are pretty cute, and the girl Isabel i think is amazingly pretty.

She offers to let us join them. I walk over to Tess and wrap my arms around her shoulder to hold her up.

I know it's from this Michael guy, I feel it too. It's just for me I can hold the pain.

I don't know what's going on or anything, but I need to find this Michael guy, I just need to he seems to important.

"That sounds fun, so it's just you guys living here all by yourselves." I say as I pause.

"I mean I don't mean to be nosy or anything, just curious, you really don't need to explain anything at all."

*You guys what's going on with this Michael guy, Tess Babe you ok* I ask Max and Tess.

~Isabel~

As I wait for their reaction, the one that had been introduced as Maria responds first, "That sounds fun, so it's just you guys living here all by yourselves." She pauses and then adds, "I mean I don't mean to be nosy or anything, just curious, you really don't need to explain anything at all."

I shrug, "It's quite alright, our parents and some of us that have siblings are all here together. We're waiting for our cousin Liz and my adopted sister, Serena to join us at the moment." I turned toward Cam's and continued to speak, "While you all go to sit on the porch, I'll get drinks. What do you prefer? We have soda, water, freshly brewed ice tea?"

*Max*

I nod as Cameron offers to let Tess sit on the porch for a bit while they fetch some water for her. "That sounds like a good idea, Tess," I say as Maria and I help her towards the porch. Tess settles on the swing, looking grateful.

That pain was so sudden, but I know that Michael felt it much more intensely. We have to do something to help him. I wish I had a clue how to find him.

Turning to Adam, Isabel and Cameron, I tell them. "Thanks so much. I'm sure she'll be okay, soon."

Tess sits down, continuing to look a bit unwell, although I'm sure she's fully recovered from the reflected pain by now. It's good to follow through once we have a cover story going.

I hadn't really thought of the fact that Ron could be part of Cameron. These people might be the friends he was looking for. I rather hope so. That would make me a lot more comfortable than finding out they're the FBI agents that are hurting him. Of course, concidering their ages, friends does seem more likely than professional agents...

"I think water would be fine," I tell Isabel. If Tess really were dehydrated, that would be the best beverage. Something with sugar in it isn't a good idea...

"I wouldn't think Isabel is that unusual a name, although I guess you don't hear it every day," I say to her with a smile. "I guess that's why I thought to mention it, since I did hear it earlier today from a guy named Michael, but I don't think he was from around here." I watch them carefully, looking for any sign of recognition when I say the name...

~Isabel~


"That sounds like a good idea, Tess," Max says and he and Maria help the girl towards the porch. "Thanks so much. I'm sure she'll be okay, soon." He says this as he turns to face me and my two cousins.

"I think water would be fine," He says to me and I'm about to go ahead into the house when his next comment pulls me up short. "I wouldn't think Isabel is that unusual a name, although I guess you don't hear it every day," Looking back toward him, I see him smiling and then he says something that makes my blood freeze. "I guess that's why I thought to mention it, since I did hear it earlier today from a guy named Michael."

I'm usually very good at keeping my cool, but after what happened earlier this morning and not knowing whether Michael was alive or not, I wasn't as good as I should have been. Still, I manage to keep my voice low even as I know my words aren't going to come off calm. "When did you talk to Michael? What have you done to him? Where is he?"

*Calm down Isabel. You really shouldn't have let him get a reaction. It could be a trick.* I hear Adam say and turn to glare at him before turning back to Max.

*I don't care. We have to find him and if I have to risk myself so be it.* I respond telepathically before looking at the group we had just met. "You'd better not have hurt him or I swear..." My words falter as I feel tears threatening and fight to hold them back.

*Max*

Isabel stops cold, glaring at me and I know I've hit paydirt. These people are connected to Michael and they are his friends. The ones Michael was worried about. Her voice is low and dangerous as she nearly growls at me, "When did you talk to Michael? What have you done to him? Where is he? You'd better not have hurt him or I swear..."

"We haven't done anything to him, but somebody is hurting him," I answer quickly, keeping my voice equally low, but without the threatening edge. "We're trying to find him. If you're his friends, maybe you can help."

OOC: hope this works

~Liz~

It seems completely strange, exiting this house and moving a couple along to enter the one that’s now my ‘home’… Home…I can’t say that it’s not strange to think of Roswell like that, but then again in truth the most important thing about a home is the people I guess…my family is my home…

I push open the door and head upstairs, hardly needing to think about which room is mine given that mom and dad have kept the set-up the same.

It could be quite creepy when you think about it I guess…I mean we’re thousands of miles away from where we started, yet there’s my bed, looking just like I left it this morning…

There are my pictures, my photographs, and my closet just the same as ever. I know I’ll find my diary in the drawer of my desk, and on top of course I can see my drawing pad.

Everything the same, yet at the same different… I shake my head and take a breath, stepping over and opening the door to the closet, quickly picking out a newer pair of jeans and pairing them with a rust-coloured vest top. I grab my bag, swinging it over my shoulder, and I’m about to leave.

I’m in plenty of time, but Jessie arrives just as I’m heading down the stairs and starts talking. Nothing major, just sisterly chat, and usually I’d certainly enjoy it, but right now I know that the others will be waiting…

As though she knows what I’m thinking, I suddenly hear Isabel in my head. *Liz, I need you…*

*Just a moment, be right out sorry…* I’m not sure if it’s my imagination, but I could have sworn there was something at the back of her voice…a little edge that tells me everything isn’t quite as simple as would be expected…

“Jessie, could you help me a moment…?”

It’s handy to me that dad’s wanting her just then, and after her telling me to have a good time, I nod and continue down the stairs, practically flying towards the door, but then coming to an almost complete halt as I see the group gathered outside the house. Isabel, Cameron, Adam…Serena’s not here yet… But who are these other people…? I take a breath and put a smile on my face, and run my fingers through my hair hoping I seem pretty casual as I walk up. “Hey guys, sorry I took so long…”

I trail off awkwardly, seeing the looks being passed between a dark haired guy and Isabel. Something’s not quite right here…what’s going on…? *Would someone like to fill me in…?* I ask my cousins silently while trying to keep a smile on my face as I look around the group of strangers.

*Michael*

Five minutes later, I'm still remembering how to breathe right, as this evil man stares down at me. The leads are planted in my chest and I can't move to pull them out. Not yet.

I'm almost recovered enough to speak. I want to know what the hell he has planned. Or at least, I think I do. Maybe it's better to not know. I look at him but I can't see his eyes behind those sunglasses. Would he tell me if I asked him? Probably not.

Was that voice in my head real? Trevor? He said he wanted to help me... How do you talk to a voice in your head? Concentrate? What does it mean? I thought I was in here alone. I was lost and I'd just endure whatever came on my own. But the thought that there might be someone nearby, someone who can help me -- It changes things.

I take two more breaths, looking up at the Sheriff. I don't see any change in his stance. His expression is cold and hard. I know I need help.

Trevor? Are you there? I think, but I can tell it's just talking to myself. What if Trevor is just talking to myself? What if he's imaginary?

Then the door opens. The sheriff hears it and he starts to grin. My fear spikes. I struggle to sit up but my limbs are still lead. *Oh God! Trevor? Somebody help me!*

.

~Isabel~

I'm relieved when I feel Liz nearing even before I see her. “Hey guys, sorry I took so long…”

"We haven't done anything to him, but somebody is hurting him," Max replies and as much as I want to believe him, I'm not sure I should. "We're trying to find him. If you're his friends, maybe you can help."

"Hi Liz. Glad you could join us." I say, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. As I look at my cousin, I try to decide what to say first.

*Would someone like to fill me in…?* I hear Liz ask and simply nod.

"Liz, this is Max, Tess, Maria, Kyle, and Alex. They are from around here." I start and then glance at Max. "Max just said that they are trying to find Michael."

Without waiting for anyone to respond, I continue, "How the hell do you know about Michael and how did you talk to him?" I just can't seem to let myself completely drop my guard. How could they know about him? How could they have talked to him? If they knew about him, and knew something about us, how?

"If you didn't do anything, then who has him?" I had to ask the last as well. I had to know what they knew. It was my fault that Michael wasn't with us, mine and mine alone.

~Trevor~

I'm still waiting when I feel intense pain shooting through me and have all I can do not to cry out with it. Shortly after the pain, I feel an overhwelming fear and wish I could be there with Michael. *Oh God! Trevor? Somebody help me!*

I suddenly hear and feel my blood freeze, realizing that he's heard me and that he's alive. *Michael, listen to me. I don't know what is happening, but I need to know everything that you can tell me and I need to know soon. I have to know who has you, what do they look like. It's the only way I can help you.*

I'm quiet for a moment before I add, *Please, brother. Don't give in, not when I've finally found you.* What is it that I feel? These emotions, human type emotions are so new to me, but I don't recall feeling this one before. In the two years since being on Earth, I'd begun to feel several of them, but never this.

If I have to, I will use the Stone of Midnight, but I'm hoping I won't. Finding him was one thing, using the Stone to help him might only bring him more danger.