Roswell Fanatics

~Cameron~


"Wanna get a drink?" Max asks and I simply nodded, his hand took my elbow and I couldn't keep from smiling at the gentlemanly way he handled me. It made me think of stories that Mena told me.

On the way to the bar, I notice the same girl that had interrupted my conversation with Alex dancing with him and force myself to hide a sigh. I needed to find a way to get to him and explain to him what and who he was.

Max get's us each a soda and I watch him take a sip before I follow suit, trying to decide whether I should say anything further. However, he saves me from having to think long as I hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "So...," he begins and I wonder if he's going to use some lame line even though he's more intelligent then most guy's I've met in the last several years. "Could I ... um... call you?"

I nodded, grinning as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pen. I carried one on me at all times. Reaching for a napkin, I jot down my home number and my cell number. "I'd like to meet with you again sometime, Max. It's been a much more stimulating evening then I had at first expected." I told him with a smile. "Not to mention, Adam and I don't always have the easiest time making friends when we've moved so often. Only recently have we been a little more stable with mom." I added, sort of leaving things open for questions.

While I'd been speaking, I had also opened myself, trying to read him, but beyond a brushing of surface thoughts, I couldn't get much. It was as though beyond thoughts of his friends, kids named Liz, Maria, Kyle, Tess, Alex and then his sister Isabel, I wasn't able to get anything. I maintained control over my frustration at the fact that I had never come across someone that could effectively block me without having an essence of a Follower.

I hated to think that the Atrox might well have found someone or some way to make a person completely immune to my ability. I especially hated the thought that this guy might be a Follower of a type I'd never come across before. Still, his eyes would have been different with the full moon..... wouldn't they?

Digging a nail into my hand I forced the thought away. I couldn't afford to get distracted, not with one if not more Sons and Daughters around. Not when I had a mission to complete. I'd talk to Mena about it all later on.

*Max*

I'm pleased when Cameron easily gives me not just one phone number, but two. This will make it a bit easier. Even if there is no problem with Alex, I do trust Isabel's intuition and if she saw something strange in this girl, I think it will be important to try and figure out what it is. She may be an alien, too, but even if she is, that doesn't necessarily mean she's a friend...

"Thanks," I tell her, pocketing the napkin with her contact information. I see she's also included her last name. That will help a lot.

"Adam and I don't always have the easiest time making friends when we've moved so often. Only recently have we been a little more stable with mom," she says and I nod, indicating my understanding.

I've moved twice in four years which is enough for me, I think. Still, the frequent moving could be a sign of another danger, which I'd best investigate, too. "Your mom is the reason you do so much moving?" I say, making the statement into a question. "Is she in the military?"

Someone with Government connections could be just as dangerous as an alien or any other unknown...

~Cameron~

"Your mom is the reason you do so much moving?" Max begins making a question out of a statement. "Is she in the military?"

Laughing I shook my head, "No, Adam and I were in the foster system until we were adopted by our mom. Since then we've only had to move twice. Though, sometimes it feels like I should be living with an army general or something with how mom can be." I added as a joke. "It's only been the last three years that we've had a family.

I'm about to say something more when I get a feeling that something isn't right. Using my gift, I contact Adam, Adam, keep an eye out. I feel a Follower's presence again.

Meanwhile, I look at Max and say, "I enjoyed the dance and as much as I would enjoy chatting further I should see how my brother is and find out if he's ready to go. This scene isn't one we frequent often." Okay, so that's not quite true, but whenever we were in a club we always found problems with the Atrox which kept us from enjoying ourselves long. In fact, this was the first time we hadn't just gone in, done our thing, and then left again.

Maria

“It’s okay Maria…I’m sure everything will work out in the end…" Liz says and she gives me a comforting hug. I hug her back as several tears fall down my face.

As I pull away from Liz's, I grab a wad of toilet paper and wipe my eyes and nose with it. Then as Liz and I rise from our squating position, I throw the used tissue in the toilet and flush. Turning to Liz I clear my throat and say "I think I'm ready to go now..."

OOC: Reposting because anna-lisa is back (Yay!)

~*TESS*~

So, uh, how are you?

‘I’m ok I guess- Max and I were dancing before, it was- fun’
I really hope he doesn’t notice how my voice catches a little at the end and so I plow on. ‘It looked like you and Maria were having a really serious talk, anything I should know about?’ I tease him lightly, the beginnings of a smile playing on my face.

I realize that if anyone could take my mind of my current Max dilemma it would be Kyle. He always makes me laugh and we have a lot of fun together.

*Max*

I'm glad to hear that Cameron's family aren't in the military and a bit surprised to find that she and Adam are adopted, too. Sounds like they weren't quite as lucky as Isabel and me, being adopted so young, but at least they're together and it sounds like they were placed together through the foster system, too. I know enough about that through Michael to know how unusual that is.

But before I can comment, I see a slight change in her expression, although she continues to look at me and her voice doesn't change much. Still, suddenly she seems to be ready to move on. "I enjoyed the dance and as much as I would enjoy chatting further I should see how my brother is and find out if he's ready to go. This scene isn't one we frequent often."

"Yeah, sure," I tell her, straightening up. "It was great meeting you. I'd love to meet your brother, too."

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~Cameron~

"Yeah, sure," Max says to me, "It was great meeting you. I'd love to meet your brother, too."

I nodded and smiled, "Then I'll introduce you before we go, if you'd like?" I made it more of a question although as I waited for his response, I sent another message to my brother. Adam, come toward the bar. I'm going to introduce you to someone, it'll make things less problematic. This guy seems nice and we might learn more from him at a later time.

I turned to look around to where I'd last seen him dancing with some girl and wondered where he might be. "I'd like to learn more about this place and we're going to be starting school next week, so maybe I'll see you then."

Adam

I hear my sisters voice in my head so I make my way over to where Cameron in standing with sojme guy. I give her a quizical look as I introduce myself to the guy. "Hi I'm Adam." I say with my hand outstreched to shake his.

*Max*

Cameron indicates that she'll introduce me to her brother and almost immediately the brother is there, sticking out his hand. I didn't even get a chance to comment about school, like she asked. Kinda spooky, almost, but maybe I'm just looking for reasons to be nervous because of what Isabel saw...

"Yeah, I'm Max," I tell him, taking his hand. For an instant, I think I'm getting a flash but then there's nothing. But again, I'm not completely sure I hadn't imagined it...

"I've just been meeting with your sister. I understand you'll both be going to West Roswell High?" I ask.

~Liz~

Maria hugs me back, but I’m not really sure if it does any good…she’s clearly still very upset, and I just don’t really know what I can do to help… I guess I just have to be there for her…that’s what friends do…right…? Oh, and refrain from mentioning Michael would probably be a good idea…I remind myself silently.

I can feel the shoulder of my top beginning to dampen, and it doesn’t take a genius after seeing what she’s like to know she’s crying… I simply stay as I am, hugging her tight, and just trying to provide the friendly support that she might want…

Finally she pulls away, grabbing a wad of toilet paper and wiping away her tears. She seems a little unsteady on her feet as yet, and I reach out, slipping my hand under her arm to give her some support as we both stand up. “Any better…?” I ask her softly.

She doesn’t reply, simply throwing away her tissue and flushing the toilet. She turns to me and I can see her eyes are still red. This has been coming a long time, and now that it’s out, I’m sure it’s better in the long run, but that doesn’t mean I like seeing her like this…

Maria clears her throat. “I think I’m ready to go now…”

I’m not sure exactly what she means by that…whether she’s meaning she’s ready to go home, or just out into the club, but personally I think the first would be the best… From looking at her, I can’t imagine that she’s in any fit state to continue hanging at the moment, and getting her home, and into bed, is probably about the best thing I can do… I nod softly, hugging her again before pulling back. “Sure…let’s get you home okay…?” I suggest, holding out my hand to her.