Roswell Fanatics

~*TESS*~

I watch Kyle worriedly- wishing there was something I could do to help dispel the worry that has fallen over all of us, but knowing there's nothing. I move closer to Alex and I want to say something although I can't think of anything. We just smile understandingly at eachother when my attention is caught by Max

when he starts talking about another friend of ours. We don't really have any other friends except... my thoughts are confirmed as Max say's that Trevor is the one talking to him. I realise that Trevor must have also been talking to Michael and that he was the one Michael called out to. I'm not sure how I feel about this development, but currently everything is moving so fast I'm not sure it matters. Kyle's phone call seems to get cut off as he frowns and then dials again.

I turn back to the others as Isabel flicks the drawing of Michael to Maria and then sort of sighs. Well, if he's a friend of yours and wants to help, might as well have him join us. We never expected to have anyone other then ourselves, but I guess we'll get used to working with others.

Adam chimes in with a diplomatic smile What my fair cousin, Iz means to say is, she likes to be the lone wolf and we've been trying to get her past that for years. She glares and his eye twinkle as he turns to her You know it's true, Izzy.

She rolls her eyes and then appears to move on How many of you have these gifts? I wish to attempt a scrying, but I'm thinking that perhaps connecting as Liz and Max did earlier would help. I'm about to answer when she continues. Serena, Cameron, Liz. Please, sit near me and focus your thoughts on Michael. Adam, I need you to work on the circle of protection about all of us. Max, can you and anyone else in your group that is good at maintaining their focus also join us?


I see Max looking at me questioningly before he moves forward and asks what to do * Max, Do you want me to help? Or pretend I'm human? I think talking to Trevor is a good idea. We need to know who he is, what he wants. We can only find that out by talking to him. Tell me what I can do to help and I will, Max*

*Michael*

Everything feels fuzzy and my focus seems to be zooming in and out. It's hard to keep track of what is going on around me. The scientists don't talk to me. They hardly talk to each other, just moving in like specialized locusts taking unbelieveable samples.

Then a huge machine is rolled into the room. It looks like some sort of deranged robot with twenty foot arms... Maybe it's an X-ray machine, like at the dentist, I think, and in the next moment the thought escapes me and I can't think at all...

Suddenly, there's a girl in the room. A teenager like me. She has short curly blonde hair, amazing green eyes and a worried look. She moves forward, speaking, but I can't hear what she's saying. Her arms extend towards me, elongating and then growing short again.

"Michael," she says.

Who are you? I ask, although I don't use my voice. Or that strange telepathy, either. I can tell she's just in my thoughts and that's how I talk to her. Just by thinking. Can you help me?

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Maria

Before i know it i'm in his dream.

"Michael?" I ask him.

He looks at me

Who are you Can you help me?

"I can help you, I'm a friend of Isabel's and your other friends, do you know where you are, can you show me a flash or a picture or anything. I think i'm like you, i'm here to help you, please let me help you," I say pleading. Looking over to him he looks so hurt and scared. I don't know what took over me but I just rushed to his side and held him tight.

*Michael*

I feel her arms around me and I can feel how scared she is, too. Funny thing is, her fear doesn't make mine worse. I'm actually a bit calmer to have her here. She says she's like me but she hasn't told me her name. I wish I knew.

I'm sure the drugs are making me immagine things as I suddenly find myself able to sit up and hug her back. "Thank you for coming," I tell her. Glancing down, I see that I'm still tied to the cot and the scientists are still doing things to me. That strange metal instrument hovering over my body. This is a dream, but at least it's not all bad.

I look back at my visitor. If she's with Isabel and the Donovans, she must be with Max, too. "I don't know where I am. I was drugged. I only know it's near Roswell." I push back her hair and look into those amazing eyes. "Please, what's your name?"

Maria

"My Name is Maria, Maria Deluca and I'm here to help you, now think back anything, that could have helped you, anything you've seen, any farmilar places, people perhaps, please i just wanna help, and I promise you I will do everything in my power to get you out of this mess." I tell him.

He looks so hurt and devasted.

"I need you to Focus, I'm Max's friend, I just met Isabel, we all want to help, please, I need to help you, I don't have much energy left, But I have enough to stay another 5 minutes, i'll come back for you if I leave you, but please tell me anything, You said you were with the sheriff, are you somewhere like this?" I ask him.

Sending him a flash of the jail in the sheriff's office.

*Max*

I sit down next to Liz, as she suggested. Reaching over, I touch her hand and I feel a power there that I don't understand. It's different than what I share with Maria and Tess (and apparently Trevor and Michael) but I'm not afraid. I can tell she's a friend.

*Max, Do you want me to help? Or pretend I'm human? I think talking to Trevor is a good idea. We need to know who he is, what he wants. We can only find that out by talking to him. Tell me what I can do to help and I will, Max* I hear from Tess.

I don't turn my face in her direction, but I send my thoughts to her. *That's up to you. I don't want to expose anyone. If you want to try, then join us. And you're right about Trevor,* I add reluctantly. We'll talk to him when this is done.*

I look up at Isabel, who seems to be leading this 'scrying.' There a sense of purpose here that prevents me from asking questions because I don't want to distract anyone from the magic they're planning. I watch and wait, wondering what's going to happen next.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

*Michael*

At Maria's question, I see a flash of a jail cell. I shake my head, gesturing at the white cinderblock walls, steel door. The long mirror on the wall, one chair and one small table. I don't look at the cot and whatever is going on there. I don't want to know...

"No. I'm here. Can't you see?" I'm not sure what's going on. Maybe it's like the voices, except that I can see her now. I can feel myself being pulled back into my body. Am I waking up? I don't think so, the drugs have captured me. The room warps in and out of focus and it's hard to keep track. The only solid thing is Maria...

"How did you get here?" She asks.

"I don't know," I tell her, but even as the words are spoken, I remember. I see a flash of memory from when I woke in the plane and they drugged me before loading me into a panel truck -- the sign that said 'Roswell' floated somewhere around me.

Another memory follows. My gurney being moved from the truck into the bright desert sun. It's all gold and yellow and orange and brown. The desert. Not a hint of shade or anything green. There's a depression and a low cliff. As I watch, the ground and rock suddenly open up to reveal a ramp leading deep into the Earth. Someone in a brown jacket reaches towards me. I see a sheriff's star on his shoulder before he covers my face with a blanket and all is blank again...

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~Isabel~


As those who are participating settled in, I prepared the necessary items. I smiled at Liz who seemed more at ease with the idea of the others joining then I'd expected. When Max settled down and placed his hand on Liz's, my smile faded only slightly, but I simply drew in a deep breath and reached a hand out to those on either side of me as I said, "Those participating, clasp hands as we create first the circle of protection and then begin the scrying to locate our dear friend." I instructed and waited until everyone had joined hands, "Adam, the circle?"

"Though you, who are new to us, have never before performed this sort of ritual, know now that within every living creature is an energy that can be harnessed whether for good or for ill. We begin by breathing deeply, closing our eyes and clearing our minds until we see a dim golden light." Adam's voice grew soft as he led the group through the meditation that would bring forth the protective magic.

"Let nothing, no image or thought enter that doesn't have a place. Picture yourself sitting in a silent place, hands uplifted in front of you. Let this golden light settle in your palms." As he too focused on this, Isabel could feel the energy from around them, the pure magic of their intention. She sighed as she drew in a deep breath, held it and then released it.

"Now, feel as your bodies relax and the golden light grows. Fill it, strengthen it by thinking of those you love, those you care for and those you feel the need to protect. Let images of those people drift in and out of the energy as it grows to encompass your body." I knew Adam was giving the others time to focus, and I was certainly glad because it gave me the chance to continue adding to those I wished to protect. Though this new group was unknown to me, they were offering help. I couldn't turn it away. I couldn't let them be left out of the protection sphere.

"As this energy builds and grows, let it filter into the others around you, surrounding them, sending up pillars of golden light to fill this circle and spread beyond." Adam continued. "As it is willed, so mote it be. The sphere of protection is in place, let it not be broken or purged by any harmful intent. We thank you, Goddess and Horned God."

"Blessed Be." I intoned as I often did as a ritual ended. "You may open your eyes now." I told them as I released the hands I held. "Before we begin, does anyone have any questions or concerns?"


ooc: to be continued but wanting to give people a chance to respond to this part of the ritual first....

Maria

I feel my energy starting to slip

"Listen, I can't stay any longer, my energy is drowning, i'll come back to you, I promise i'm going to find you." I tell him. I don't know what posses me but I give him a soft kiss on the lips.

And I slip out.

As I come back to the house. I feel so weak. I fall a little but hold my self long enough.

"Max I saw Michael." I say turning to Max trying to contain my energy

Ok- I think I'll contact Trevor, if it's ok with everyone ...

~*TESS*~
Max responds to me without turning *That's up to you. I don't want to expose anyone. If you want to try, then join us. And you're right about Trevor, we'll talk to him when this is done.*

I dither for a minute, unsure of which would be more helpful, but then I decide that they were able to contact Michael before without me, and that if they do I can always join them. Also, Max didn't sound happy about contacting Trevor so I could do that in the mean time, and then maybe Max wouldn't have to deal with it. I'm a little worried about who Trevor is too, but I'm also a little excited. For years we have always thought we were the only ones, and in one day we find that there are not one, but two others, one of whom has been right here all along.

I watch for a second as Adam explains about the circle and the energy and begins the meditation. I'm glad at this moment that I elected not to join the circle because I know that I wouldn't be able to focus on anything except his voice. As it softens, it deepens too and it's one of the sexiest sounds I've ever heard.

As Isabel starts to speak I turn away from the circle and concentrate on Trevor, willing him to hear me * Trevor? It's Tess. Max says you want to help. Who are you? How did you contact him? *

~Trevor~

I'm waiting for an answer, beginning to feel anger and frustration build in me. I needed answers about where my brother was. I needed to rescue him. I held the Stone of Midnight in my hand and contemplated on simply using it to do what needed to be done. I'd made the initiation to try and help, work with others but I was beginning to feel that it had been pointless.

Pacing around my room, I'm surprised when I suddenly hear a response, but it's not Max. It's Tess. * Trevor? It's Tess. Max says you want to help. Who are you? How did you contact him? *

Shaking my head, I move to sit down and place the Stone in my pocket. *Tess, my story is a long one, suffice it to say I am Antarian, a true blood. We age differently on Antar. I was sent here for a purpose and had one of my own. I need to find Michael, he's my brother. I knew each of you in your past. I'll tell you everything when I have my brother safe.* I responded and wondered just what it would have been like to be sitting across from her to see her expression. I was certain that she was shocked by the small bit I'd said.