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Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released.

Chapter Eighty – Coronation

The throne room was resplendent with thousands of lights. Dignitaries, as well as ordinary citizens streamed into the palace to find out who would rule their world. Liz looked out a window, watching the people of Antar make their way into the palace, dressed in their finest clothes.

“Wow seems kind of an inadequate response for everything that’s going on,” she said, turning from the window. “But all I can come up with is wow.”

“It is kind of lacking in the description department,” said Isabel, but I get what you mean.

“And speaking of wow, look at you,” Liz continued. “You look fantastic.”

Isabel smoothed her hands down over the vibrant blue gown. The bodice fitted like a second skin, and the skirt flared out over her hips, coming down to just below her knees in front, and skimming the floor in back. She fiddled with the neckline, trying to tug it up slightly.

“You don’t think it’s too low cut?” she asked, nervously.

“No, not at all,” said Liz. “It suits you perfectly Isabel,” she added honestly. There had been a time in her life when she had been jealous of the statuesque blonde’s beauty, but not any more. She was secure in the knowledge that Max loved her exactly the way she was.

“You look beautiful, Liz,” Isabel said, sincerely. “I’m glad you decided to go with that deep green. It suits you perfectly.”

“Thanks,” said Liz. “I sure could have used this for Prom.”

“I don’t know,” said Isabel, fastening a dramatic green train to the back of the dress. “I think you would have had a hard time dancing with this.” She gathered up the train in her arm, and helped Liz arrange it so that it trailed behind her.

“How about Maria and Ava, are they ready yet?” Liz asked, fiddling nervously with the straps of her dress.

“Right here, Chica,” said Maria, walking regally into the room, with Ava at her side. “Be prepared to be totally, and completely out classed.”

“You guys look beautiful,” said Liz. “I can’t believe how great you look.”

“Because obviously, we look like garbage most of the time,” joked Ava, trying to hide the pain she was feeling.

“No word from Michael, yet?” Liz asked, hugging Ava first, then Maria.

“No,” Ava answered. “And Kyle and Alex are missing, too.”

“What?” cried Isabel. “What do you mean, missing? Missing how?”

“Relax, Isabel,” said Maria, for once being the voice of calm and reason. “They went after Michael to try and knock, I mean talk some sense into him.”

“That’s really reassuring,” said Isabel. “If he stands me up for this, he is such a dead man.”

“Um, Isabel, maybe you should be focusing on the obvious conflict Michael is feeling right now, and not the fact that Alex may stand you up,” said Liz.

“I can’t,” said Isabel. “If I start to think about that, I’ll totally fall apart. Michael is my oldest, best friend, and it’s killing me to see him this way. The whole standing me up thing is just a coping mechanism. But never mind that, Maria, Ava, both of you are gorgeous. I love that deep red on you Ava, and Maria; black was the way to go.”

“Thanks, Isabel,” Ava said gratefully, but Maria just scowled.

“I look too washed out in black,” she said. “I shouldn’t have gone with black.”

“Maria, you look beautiful in black,” said Liz. “Now I want you to relax and sniff some cedar oil or something.”

Maria reached into her bag and pulled out a vial of cedar oil and sniffed deeply.

“That’s better,” she said. “Thanks Liz, you’re the best.”


“Come on, they have to be around here somewhere,” Max said to Zan as the two traversed the dimly lit hall.

“How can three people disappear like that?” asked Zan. “Michael I get, I know he’s trying to deal with a lot. But what’s up with Kyle and Alex. Where the hell did they go?”

“Knowing them, they’re trying to save Michael from himself, and knowing Michael, it probably means that at least one of them got blown up,” said Max.

“Well, not blown up,” said Zan, pointing at two bodies lying on the floor. “But maybe knocked unconscious.”

“Look at them,” said Max, turning Alex over. “His nose is broken.”

“Yeah, and Kyle’s jaw isn’t looking to great, either. Let’s heal them and get them cleaned up before Isabel and Ava realize that they’re missing.”

Max knelt down next to Alex, and Zan next to Kyle, and the two used their powers to heal their friends. A soft glow filled the hallway, and slowly receded, and Kyle and Alex sat up, groaning.

“What the hell hit me?” asked Alex.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say Michael,” said Zan. “What the hell were you two thinking?”

“We were thinking that if we didn’t get Michael to do something, he was going to implode,” said Kyle. “So we had an intervention.”

“You two,” said Max, struggling not to laugh. “Had an intervention with Michael? And just how did that go?”

“Well, I hope your parents weren’t too fond of the vase and chair that used to be in that room,” said Kyle.

“Not to mention the wall,” added Alex.

“I’m going to come down on the side of not going well,” said Zan. “Actually, I’m going to go out on a limb and say it pretty much sucked.”

“Actually, I think it went pretty well,” said Kyle. “Except for the part where we got punched in the face. Michael really let lose with a lot of aggression.”

“Yeah, so where is he now?” asked Max looking at the remains of the vase Michael had destroyed.

“Hello, unconscious, remember? How would we know?” said Kyle. “Maybe we should go find him?”

“Maybe we should go and get you ready for the ceremony tonight, instead,” said Zan. “We’re late already.”

“Oh shit,” said Kyle. “Ava’s going to kill me.”

“Don’t worry, Isabel’s going to kill me too,” said Alex.

“How about the two of you stop whining about who is going to kill whom, and go get changed,” suggested Max in his most reasonable voice.

“Good point,” said Alex.


The musicians began to play the haunting melody Maria had once strummed on Alex’s guitar after they first activated the Granolith, but this time, the melody filled Isabel’s heart with joy and happiness, instead of the intense feelings of sadness she felt before.

The doors to the throne room opened, signaling the start of the procession when Max, Zan, Kyle and Alex rushed in.

“Sorry we’re late,” said Max as he and Zan stepped into position beside Liz. “We had to pick up a few things.”

“Let me guess,” said Liz, looking back to see Kyle and Alex, still adjusting their clothing. “You were picking up a couple of members of the royal procession?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Zan whispered as they began to move forward. “Although we couldn’t find one of them.”

His words caused Liz to stop, and turn around to see Maria, standing in the processional line, alone, her lips trembling in an effort to repress the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes.

“That stupid bastard,” Zan whispered. “I’ll kill him for doing this to her.”

“You don’t have to,” Liz said, her voice, and her expression grim. “[/I]I’m[/I] going to do it first.”

“I’ll go walk with her,” said Zan. “She shouldn’t have to do this alone.”

“She doesn’t have to do it alone,” said Michael, running into the waiting room. “I’m here.”

“I hate you, Michael Guerin,” said Maria. “More than you’ll ever know.”

“And I deserve it,” said Michael, stepping into line, next to her. “But will you forgive me if I tell you I’ve made my peace with my mother?”

“No,” said Maria, “But I won’t kill you.”

Neither one said another word because Zan, Max and Liz began to walk slowly into the throne room filled with members of the cabinet, the senate, as well as representatives from the other worlds that Antar allied themselves with. The other couples followed slowly, until they all stood in the center of the throne room, in the four square position, with Drinian, Kitana and Dijanya in the center. Drinian turned slowly, looking at each member of the four square before he spoke.

“All of you, have been judged as fit to rule,” he said. “There is no doubt, and no argument in my mind. If anyone present has doubts about the abilities of these people to rule Antar, state them now.”

He looked around the room and noted several faces that looked extremely unhappy at this turn of events, but none who dared to speak.

“The nine of you have met and decided that while all of you are worthy, and fit to rule, it is a job for only one person. You have chosen Zan to rule Antar. Long live King Zan,” said Drinian, stepping forward to place a circlet of gold on Zan’s head.

Chants of long live King Zan filled the room for several minutes before Zan quieted the crowd and began to speak.

“Antarians, I am honored that my friends and family have chosen me to remain and rule Antar, and while it is true, that I shall remain here, it is not quite true that I rule alone. I will rule, along with trusted cabinet members, members of the senate, and the advice of my friends and family that have entrusted me with this position. And so I say, not long live King Zan, but long live the Royal House of Antar!”

“Long live the Royal House of Antar!” roared the crowd.

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released.

Author's Note: Well, this is it, the end is in sight. Actually all that is left to post is the epilogue. Thanks to everyone who read this, and an extra special thanks to everyone who left the rockin feedback. If it wasn't for all of you who asked for a sequel to Love Changes Everthing, there wouldn't have been Tomorrows yet to come - so Thank You to all of you, i couldn't have done it without you.

Chapter Eighty – One The Return Home

“So, I guess this is it,” Zan said when the night of celebration had ended. “You’re all going to head home now?” He turned and looked out the window, so that Max wouldn’t see the sadness in his eyes.

“I think so,” said Max. “It’s time. I mean, hell, Liz and I just left school without a word to anybody. Well, almost anybody,” he amended thinking of Bill, Steve, Chuck and Justin. “We kinda just dumped some money in our friends laps and asked them to ship all of our stuff home. Liz sort of told them what was going on, but I think we owe them a real explanation. And we have someone we need to say goodbye to,” he added sadly, thinking of Fred.

“What about Michael and Maria, are they okay?” Zan asked. “I was afraid to ask earlier. I mean, Maria still looked pretty pissed.”

“Yeah, they’re going to be okay. Michael won’t tell any of us, including Maria, what happened with his mother, but he seems a lot happier now. Kind of at peace if you know what I mean,” said Max.

“Yeah, I think I do,” said Zan, reflectively, thinking about the bond that was developing between him and his parents. “You watch out for Ava for me, will ya?”

“Of course I will,” said Max, but with Michael and Kyle, do you really think you need to worry?”

“I suppose not, but the Gadori are still a threat, and you have to watch out for them,” said Zan.

“So do you,” said Max. “So do you.”

“I suppose we ought to go hook up with the others and do the big goodbye thing,” said Zan, his tone implying he’d rather do anything but that.

“I don’t think we have to bother,” said Max when the door opened. “Here they come.”

“We got sick of waiting for you guys,” said Liz, joining Max and Zan by the window. “Is everything okay?”

“We’re good,” said Zan, hugging Liz. “How is Maria, is she okay?”

“Actually, she is,” said Liz, grinning. “Apparently, her new mother-in-law doesn’t believe in keeping secrets, and she filled Maria in on some of what went on between her and Michael. But, don’t tell Michael,” she cautioned. “He just thinks Maria is being compassionate and understanding.”

The three of them burst into laughter, causing everyone else in the room to look over at them.

“So, what’s the joke?” asked Michael.

“No joke,” said Zan. “We’re just saying our goodbyes.”

“You’re taking it better than I am,” said Isabel, standing next to her mother. “I don’t want to go, but I know I can’t stay.”

“It is time for you to return to your home, Isabel,” Kitana said. “But we will never be separated again, because you will always be in my heart.”

“And you in mine, Mother,” said Isabel. “But it isn’t the same.”

“Perhaps this will help to ease the pain of your departure,” said Drinian, reaching into a bag that sat beside him on the floor. He pulled out eight of the belts that Alex had copied from the Aberjani.

“With these, you will be able to travel back and forth to Antar. That way, we will never be truly separated again.”

“And,” added Zan. “We have people working on a way for us to communicate with each other, kind of like the telephone or something. I’m not too up with the science guys, but they sound like they know what they’re talking about.”

“I too am finding it hard to say goodbye,” said Dijanya. “But I know that you need to go back to the lives that you have on Earth. Just promise me, my children that you won’t stay away forever.”

“Never,” said Ava, hugging her mother. “Kyle’s dad is totally great, but I love knowing that I have a Mother that cares about me.”

“I agree,” said Michael, blushing at the pronouncement. “Maria’s mother has always been great to me. So have Max and Isabel’s parents, and Kyle’s Dad. But it’s kind of cool knowing that I have someone out there who is mine.”

Dijanya held out an arm to Michael who stepped willingly into his mother’s embrace for the first time. Everyone watching could see the tension leave his body as his mother hugged him.

“The only thing that really stinks about this whole thing, is leaving Zan here by himself,” said Maria. “Not that he’ll be alone, I mean. I know he has all of you guys,” she pointed to the adults. “But it’s not the same. I mean, I have Michael, and Max and Liz are together and Kyle and Ava and Alex and Isabel. Zan deserves to find someone too.”

“There are girls on Antar Maria,” said Zan. “Not that it’s going to be easy for any girl that thinks she’s going to be a part of my life. She’s got a lot to live up to,” he added.

“Like what?” asked Max curiously. It sounded to him as if Zan had left someone behind on Earth; someone pretty special.

“Well, she’s going to have to be as smart as Liz, as beautiful as Isabel, be as loyal as Ava, and have Maria’s sense of humor and spaghetti making skills,” said Zan. “I don’t know if I’ll ever find anyone who can fill your shoes.”

“Oh Zan,” the girls cried, and ran to hug him.

“Nice,” Alex whispered to the others. “He gets to stay here after making that nice little speech, and we have to go back and live with them. There is no way we’re ever going to top that.”

“I heard that Alex,” said Isabel.

“It is time,” interjected Drinian. “I left word with Jim Valenti. He is going to have all of your parents waiting at the CrashDown. That is where the belts have been programmed to take you. I suggest we not waste time on long goodbyes, for we shall see each other again.”

Despite Drinian’s request, the goodbyes were long and drawn out, but finally the time had come for them to leave Antar. They strapped on their belts, and at Max’s signal activated them, and in a flash of light, disappeared, leaving Zan to rule Antar, his final warning about the Gadori, ringing in their ears.

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released.

Author’s Note: Wow, it’s finally over. And like with the end of every story, there is that strange mixture of joy and sorrow. I hadn’t planned on writing this story, it was only written as a gift to thank all the people who enjoyed it’s prequel, and to fill in the time before Season 2 came out on DVD. Well, the DVD’s have been out for a month, and I’m just finishing now. You can pretty much bet I’ll be having a Roswell Marathon this weekend :lol. Thanks again to everyone for the fantastic feedback, and the support I needed when I didn’t think I’d ever get it finished. Several people have asked if there is going to be a third installment to this series, and the answer is a tentative yes. A wonderful friend read one part of this story and said “oh, what if….”; and the seeds of an idea were planted. I can only hope that with careful nurturing, they grow and blossom into another story. Thanks again for the wonderful feedback! ~ Majik.

Epilogue

A burst of light filled the CrashDown, accompanied by the shocked screams of the people in the café. Liz looked around, disoriented by the voyage, and realized she was lying on the floor. She felt hands pulling her up, and she fell into the welcoming arms of her parents.

“Lizzie,” her dad cried, tears streaming down his face. “Lizzie, why didn’t you ever tell us.”

“Jeff, not now,” said Nancy. “Give her a chance to, oh, I don’t know,” she cried in frustration, “Just give her a chance.”

Liz clung to her parents, and surveyed the scene in the CrashDown at the same time. The same scene played out in various parts of the café. She smiled a little as she watched Maria’s mother alternately ranting and raving, and hugging Maria and Michael tightly. Max’s parents openly wept and hugged their children. Liz laughed a little, watching Alex’s parents. Neither had ever been very comfortable showing their feelings, but they seemed to have gotten over that as they hugged their only son.

The only parent who reacted calmly was Jim Valenti, but that was because he had several years to adjust to the whole situation, but even he kept hugging Kyle and Ava.


“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you,” Liz whispered. “But I, I just couldn’t”

“I’d like to say you can always tell us anything, Lizzie,” her dad said, stroking her hair. “But I think I understand why you couldn’t. I’m not saying we liked it very much, but we do understand.”

“Thank you,” Liz whispered.

“Baby, you’ve been through so much,” her mother said, squeezing her hand. “And you had to deal with it alone.”

“No mom, I was never alone,” said Liz, looking at Max. “I was never alone.”

“Yes, about that,” said Jeff. “We need to talk about that.”

Max saw Liz looking at him, and excused himself from his parents.

“I need to go do something,” he said to them. “I’ll be right back.”

He crossed the room, went to stand beside Liz, reached down, and took her hand in his.

“Mr. and Mrs. Parker,” he said. “I just want you to know, I love your daughter very much, and there isn’t anything I would do for her.”

“We have an awful lot to talk about, young man,” said Jeff Parker, looking very solemn. “But the first thing I need to say to you is thank you. Thank you for saving our daughter’s life.” He stuck out his hand but when Max put his hand in his, Jeff pulled him into a hug.

“I guess we’re family now,” said Philip Evans who had come to stand beside his son.

“As our we,” said Alex’s parents joining the group.

“You’re just learning something we’ve known for a very long time. We’re all family,” said Max. “It doesn’t matter who is related to who, or how. We’re a family, and we always will be.”

“Max is right,” said Liz. “We learned a long time ago that we’re stronger together than apart. We have a bond, and nothing, and nobody can break that bond.”

“We don’t want to, kids,” said Diane Evans. “But maybe it’s time to open up your selective little group and let in a few more members. If you’re stronger together than apart, then you’ll be even stronger with us by your side. The strength you’re talking about comes from love, and remember, nobody loves you more than we do.”

“I guess none of us expected you to be so understanding,” said Isabel.

“Don’t get us wrong,” said Philip, sounding so much like the lawyer that he was, instead of a father. “We’re not at all crazy about the fact that you went off and got married, but we understand why. The other thing is, you were under age when you went on your little jaunt to Vegas, and you lied on your licenses, so they’re really not legal.”

“Legal or not, we’re married,” said Michael. “And there isn’t anything you can do about it.”

“Well actually, there are a lot of things we could do about it, Michael, but we’re not going to, so I suggest you shut up and just listen,” said the Sheriff.

“What we’re suggesting is you get married again, that way there isn’t any question of legalities,” said Amy. “And then we’re going to throw you one heck of a party.”


“Wait,” said Diane Evans, suddenly. “Where is he, where is Zan? We so wanted him to come home with you. Is he staying somewhere else?”

“Zan wanted me to thank you for your wonderful and generous offer. I don’t think you’ll ever know how much it meant to him,” said Max. “But one of us had to stay on Antar, and he really wanted to do it. Our, our,” he stopped, unsure of how to continue.

“Our Antarian parents are alive, Mom and Dad,” said Isabel, taking over for Max. “And Zan, well, Zan never had parents like we did, and he really needed to stay and be with them.”

“You’re parents?” whispered Diane Evans. “They’re alive.”

“They are,” said Isabel, “And Mom, they’re great, and I hope someday you get the chance to meet them, because I know they want to thank you for loving us so much. Kitana said that had she chosen herself, she couldn’t have found anybody to do a better job watching over us than you and Dad did.”

A knock at the door of the café caught everyone’s attention, and Jeff walked over to the door and called through the glass, “We’re closed for a private party.”

He looked closer and drew in a resigned voice. “Oh, it’s you,” he said. “Max, Lizzie, there are four guys out here that say they know you from college. They show up at least once a week, looking for you.”

Max and Liz walked cautiously towards the door. “You don’t suppose,” said Max.

“I don’t know, but if it’s not them, it’s the Gadori,” said Liz. “But we’d better check it out.”

She pushed back the shade that covered the door and screamed. Within seconds, she had the door open and was screaming and laughing.

“Oh my God, guys, what are you doing here?” she shouted.

“Liz, you can’t be sure it’s them,” cautioned Max.

“Yeah, I can,” said Liz. “One thing I remembered about Nescado was his total lack of a sense of humor. And if there is one thing these guys have, it’s a sense of humor.”

She stepped out of the way to reveal four college students wearing togas over their clothes, and alien masks.

“Okay, I’ll concede the point,” said Max. “Hey guys, come on in, I’d like to introduce you to well, everybody. Everybody this is Bill, Steve, Chuck, and Dustin. They were the ones who packed up our stuff and sent it back from school.”

“What stuff?” asked Nancy. “We didn’t receive anything.”

“Yeah, Max, about that,” said Chuck. “We decided that since most of your classes were lectures, and they don’t take attendance in them, you didn’t really need to leave school.”

“Yeah, and thanks so my incredible hacking skills, you both aced your exams for the semester,” added Dustin.

“So you can go back whenever you want,” added Steve.

“I even remembered to water your plants every week,” added Bill, proudly.

“You guys are too much,” said Max.

The four boys were quickly assimilated into the group, laughing and talking and sharing stories. Liz watched everyone she cared about relaxing and having fun for a few minutes before she grabbed her backpack and slipped up the stairs to her old room.

She climbed out her bedroom window and onto the rooftop patio. She sat on an old lawn chair and reached into her backpack and pulled out her journal.

My name is Liz Parker Evans, and today is the start of a whole new life.