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Just wanted to wish a happy Fourth to everyone in the U.S. and a good day to everyone who's not. :)

And, I do believe this is the ONLY Fourth of July fic I've ever written: Time After Time, a Roswell ficlet centering on the friendship among Liz, Alex and Maria. Set before the Pilot.

Have a safe one!

Uhh...

Apr. 26th, 2008 09:41 am
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I think I'm getting sucked into Roswell again. :O Does anyone even READ Roswell fic anymore? I mean, really?
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Whoa. Brendan Fehr is a daddy! )

Now I want to go home and have a Roswell marathon.
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In May of 2005, CBS announced its decision to cancel Joan of Arcadia, a series about a girl who regularly had conversations with God. It was a heart-warming, sometimes heart-wrenching show that was watched steadily by 10 million Nielson viewers in its first season and 8 in it sophomore season.

I loved the show--enough to buy the domain 'Savejoanofarcadia.com'. It's since been closed down because after two years of being online, it was just a money-drainer. But people fought very hard to revive the show for a third season. I still occasionally get emails from people in other countries wondering if we managed to save the show (we didn't). I was interviewed on a Texas radio show, by an AP reporter, and countless other people who ran online blogs, etc.

Flash forward to now. Not quite a week ago, CBS announced its decision to axe Jericho--for the second time. That's right. It was cancelled after its first season, but fans sent in over 40,000 pounds of nuts to CBS, who decided to give it a second, albeit very shortened season of seven episodes. CBS is standing pretty firm in its decision this time around. Though approximately 6 million fans were tuning in regularly on Tuesday nights (the network pitted it against American Idol and Dancing with the Stars), that's just not enough for CBS.

Why We Fight. )
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Title: Promises to Keep (1/1)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: PG
Fandom: Roswell
Spoilers: Cry Your Name.
Word Count: 300


Promises to Keep. )
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Author: X_tremeroswellian

Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish they were mine...Oh, and any and all references to Mr. Raddish are my tribute to Kara and Emily, who created him and write a wonderful series of fics called "Roswell Elementary" that everyone should read.

Author's Note: I began writing this back in February, and it was based off a few early spoilers for the rest of the season that I read back then. After watching "Tess, Lies and Videotape," I realized that this story falls into place with that plot. Here's the rundown. Let's just say that in T,L and V, Max and Tess kissed but Max didn't get any visions. Liz still saw them kiss. Max went to Michael's apartment and he and Michael still fought but didn't end up finding a video camera, although for this story we'll say that Michael went ahead and kicked Max out of his apartment. Shortly afterwords, Max and Liz break up and Max starts dating Tess. This story picks up about two weeks after the M/L break up, and there is much tension among the six of them...

Spoilers: Up through Tess, Lies and Videotape, the rest is just my guess of what could have happened in the season finale, but didn't.

Dedication: To Sarah, Majik Karma, Mel, Linda and Abs for all the feedback! :)

Feedback: Please...and be critical if you feel the need...I can take it.

Special Thanks to: Majik Karma, who helped me work out the entire plot of this story by listening to me ramble on about it for three hours straight over the phone one night. :)

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-two | Twenty Three | Twenty Four | Conclusion

Four. )
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That I was a spy for the CIA and was good friends with Sydney Bristow.

Now let me admit something here...I've never, to my recollection, ever dreamt about Alias before. Dreams are what generally eggs me into becoming a part of a fandom. I find it odd and a bit depressing that now I dream about it as there are only what...three more episodes left? I'm not about to hop into a fandom where the show's ending. That's just not healthy for me.

I'm actually pretty happy in the Smallville fandom...you never really know when you get into a show and start writing fic how you'll be received by the other fans, but everyone's been so nice and welcoming and I feel right at home here.

That being said, there are days where I intensely miss previous fandoms I've been in: Roswell, Angel, Third Watch...and most of all right now...Joan of Arcadia.

I know it's because of the approaching date, but yesterday I sat in front of my computer and just stared blankly at the screen for hours as writer's block seized me in my current SV fic...because all I could think about was how much I miss Joan and Grace and Judith and Luke and Adam and...well, you get the idea. *sigh*

In some tiny and stupid self-centric way I feel like it's my fault that the show didn't get revived because if I had just done more with the campaign, then maybe another network would've picked it up. I know rationally that's retarded because I SO don't have that much control over the universe, but there's still that lingering feeling that I just can't get rid of.

If Smallville, God forbid, gets canceled, I'm done. No more fandom anything for me. My little fandom heart can't take it anymore.
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when I first got into designing websites. My friend Sarah was the one who guided me through the process. My first fandom online was Roswell and I was one of the first people to build a site dedicated to it. It was called The Max and Liz Project. I remember the thrill of searching free graphics sites for backgrounds and graphics to make the site pretty, and how enthused finding ones that fit perfectly made me.

I wish I had that now. I haven't updated Only Time in like, months and I know I need to because there are about a gazillion stories I want to add to it that Bree and I have written...but now it seems more like a chore than it does fun. That sucks. Maybe I need to completely redesign. I don't know. That thought isn't really thrilling either.

*sighs*
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I've gotten half a dozen emails in the past two days wanting to know if I was going to write more of my Roswell fic "Ghosts" that I started writing like...three...no, four years ago. There are still people reading my Roswell fics? Weird.
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No panic attacks today, thank God. Made it to both of my classes AND to work with no problems.

And...I worked on part two of a fic I started writing two years ago called "One Breath." It's part of an Angel/Roswell/Buffy series I was writing before I abandoned it for TW fandom, since I can generally only focus on one fandom at a time. I'm wondering if that holds true anymore. I think I'm back into it cause they've started doing Angel reruns on TNT at 4:00 and I've been watching them...good old first season. I can't wait to rewatch "To Shanshu in LA."

And I finally heard the new Sarah McLachlan song "Fallen" on the radio. I actually -shrieked- when it came on, and I said, "this is the new Sarah song!" My parents both looked at me like I'd lost it. Can't wait til Nov. 4 when it comes out.
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The first fandom I ever got really into was The X-Files. But that was really mostly before my Internet days, so I don't know how well the X-Philes got along and related to one another. My guess is that all was mostly great for the first few seasons, before it got REALLY popular.

Sliders was my next show, but I'd yet to find any message boards at that point. I just read fanfic when I could find it.

Then came Roswell. Ah, Roswell. I remember the early Roswellian days like yesterday...everyone got along, enjoyed discussion, writing fanfic and reading it...then as the fandom got a little more popular, the wars began, usually over characters and couples. There were the conventional couples: Max/Liz, Maria/Michael, Alex/Isabel. Then they introduced a character named Tess. She was NOT a popular character, because she caused so many problems for Max/Liz for a long time. Then they changed her character to where she was likable for awhile, and then BAM! She was really evil the entire time. It was horrible. People were really nasty to each other because some people still liked her, and others hated her. The general idea was that if you liked Liz, you couldn't like Tess and vice versa. And it was NOT pretty. Actress/actor bashing began. Roswell, which I had at one point loved and adored, completely lost its appeal for me by the end of season two. With the exception of reading Roswell Elementary, of course. *waves at Kara and Emily*

Moved on to Angel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Loved Angel/Cordelia from the very first episode I watched, "Room W/A Vu." Was hooked after that. Started doing searches for A/C fanfic almost immediately, as well as began writing a series of Roswell/Angel/Buffy crossover fics that are still unfinished to this day. Loved the Angel fandom...for awhile. Didn't last long because there was a TON of hostility between the people who wanted Buffy/Angel together and those of us who liked Angel/Cordy. Once again, character and actor/actress bashing began. It was too upsetting/frustrating to deal with all of the people who ripped apart a show I LOVED so I stopped participating in fandom discussions for Angel.

That's when I found Third Watch. I'd watched it from the very beginning (it began the same year Roswell did, actually), but then I dreamt about Bosco and Faith one night during early third season, after watching "He Said/She Said" and "Childhood Memories." I was doomed, and I knew it. lol. There was a thrill about having a new fandom, an excitement. There wasn't much fanfic at that time, there were like, 50 stories at fanfiction.net and NO fan boards that I could find.

I started a free board and called it '55-David.' Way back in the beginning when there were like, 7 people besides myself who were really into discussing it. I remember being thrilled every time I logged on and saw that someone new had signed up for the board. When we got to 15, I was so excited I could hardly stand it. It was that year that I met Demelza and chatted with her for the first time ever on Christmas night, after my parents had gone to bed. We got to be good friends very quickly after finding out we had a great deal in common. I "met" Bree a few months after that.

People were so friendly in the fandom back then. When we did disagree, it was in an adult, respectful way, not childish actor/actress bashing. I truly respected everyone in the fandom that I came across because that was the first time that had happened. The fics that came out at that time were of incredible talent (mostly), and all was great.

What the -hell- happened between then and now? My guess is that there are just TOO damn many people in this fandom for everyone to be adult about discussion and ideas. I don't visit 3.net. Ever. I used to, found it comparable to visiting a board in the Angel fandom that frightened me because of how much they despised Cordelia/Charisma Carpenter, and stopped visiting it. I won't even go there for random information about guest appearances, etc. I visit two boards in the TW fandom: thirdwatch.net and 55-David. I find the people there much less--pardon me for saying--psycho.

However, I feel my love for this fandom slowly circling the drain for the same reason I abandoned Roswell and Angel fandom stuff. I still watch Angel, I still LOVE Third Watch. But as far as discussing it with mass amounts of people and debating topics, I'm losing all interest fast.

I have a theory. While I was watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I never got involved in chatting with other fans or located a message board to discuss the show with others, etc. My love for Buffy still runs strong--I watch the reruns whenever I can, have all the episodes taped, and feel no bitterness toward the show or others who watch it. I think if and when I ever switch fandoms again, I'll not look at message boards, etc. It's much less frustrating.

I'm a peacemaker. I HATE conflict. Hate it. Isn't there enough conflict in the world over things that aren't...you know, TV shows? I love this show, I love the actors/actresses who portray the characters. I'm not a big fan of a couple of the characters and have certainly been known to bash them...frequently.

But I DO know the difference between a fictional character and the person who plays that character. Just because I hate Cr*z doesn't mean I hate Tia Texada. That's freaking psychotic. Get a life.

Anyway. Now that I've rambled on for the length of a novel, I'm bowing out on this one.
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Title: Hey, It Could Happen

Author: X_tremeroswellian

Email: X_tremeroswellian@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: Alex and other Roswellians belong to Melinda Metz and Jason Katims. Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon. Mulder belongs to Chris Carter. Don't sue.

Rating: PG

Spoilers: BtVS "The Gift," all of X-Files season 8, Roswell through "Departure."

Hey, It Could Happen. )
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Title: Time Immemorial (12/12)

Author: X_tremeroswellian

Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: All the Roswellians belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, Fox Productions, the WB, and UPN. Please don't sue me. Poem is by Robert Frost.

Rated: R for language, violence, content, character death

Spoilers: Up through and including "Departure," but especially for "The End of the World," and "Cry Your Name" and all events after "Cry Your Name." Also, some spoilers for my series, "Before I Knew You."

Summary: Unable to bare the guilt she feels, Liz uses the granolith to travel back in time in a desperate attempt to prevent Tess from wreaking havoc on her friends and killing Alex.

Distribution: Just let me know the link.

Category: Story

Subcategories: Angst/friendship

Feedback: Would be wonderful.

Author's Note: I realize that the timing for this story is probably somewhat confusing. I'm confused and I'm writing it. But trying to do a time-travel fic when the timelines of the show were confusing to start with, makes it even more confusing. So basically I apologize for the confusion. :) Let's just chalk up the tiny little different details of "Max in the City" in this fic to things changing slightly by Liz going back in time.

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Conclusion


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Time Immemorial (Part Twelve--The Conclusion)

Alex could hear voices all around him.

"I think he's waking up."

Is that Maria? he wondered.

He groaned and opened his eyes slowly.

"Alex?" Isabel was on one side of him, her hands resting on his arm.

"What happened?" he mumbled.

"You passed out," she said gently.

He sat up slowly and found himself staring into a pair of familiar warm brown eyes. He was slammed by the memory of holding her in his arms as she slowly bled to death. "Liz?"

She couldn't be real. Everything logical and having to do with common sense told him that. He was either still asleep and dreaming or he was awake and she was a hallucination.

And yet, she spoke. "Alex, are you okay?" she asked in concern.

He blinked rapidly, trying to figure out how it was possible that she was right there in front of him when he had seen her die. "I..." He looked up at Max and Michael, who were standing behind Liz, and then he looked down at his hands that were still covered in her blood.

"Alex, where did all that blood come from?" Isabel asked quietly.

His gaze traveled to Liz again, but he found himself unable to speak.

"I'll answer that," Michael spoke up. "It's Liz's."

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Michael, that's impossible. I've been with Liz for the past two and a half hours," Max said. "She's not hurt."

Liz looked at Alex, appearing to be just as confused as he felt.

"No, you...you were shot. You...died in my arms," he managed to say.

"Alex, I'm fine. Until a few minutes ago, I hadn't seen you in days."

They stared at each other.

Max glanced from Alex to Michael. "I think you'd better tell us the whole story."

"First let's get rid of this," Isabel said, motioning to the dried blood all over him. She waved her hand and it disappeared.

"Thanks," he said quietly, not taking his eyes off Liz.

"I got a call from Maria. She said that Liz and Alex were at the pod chamber and that their lives were in danger. So I drove out there. When I got there, Tess was holding a gun on them."

"Tess? What?" Max stared at him.

"She told me that Liz had attacked her. When Alex made a move to get the gun away from her, she turned and fired at him, but--"

"Liz jumped in front of me," Alex finished, watching the shock register on Liz's face.

"Oh, my God," Maria whispered.

"She would have shot me, too, but then Isabel showed up and used her powers and Tess..." Michael hesitated for a moment. "She's dead, Max."

There was a long moment of silence.

"It's not possible," Isabel said, shaking her head vehemently. "I've been with Max and Liz. I wasn't at the pod chamber. I didn't kill Tess!"

"Well, then there's someone out there who looks just like you that did. But that's not the weirdest part." He took a deep breath. "You or...the girl who looks just like you and the girl who looks just like Liz...they both vanished."

The color drained from Liz's face. "Vanished?"

"Into thin air."

"This doesn't make any sense," Max said, rubbing his forehead as though he was getting a migraine.

"Actually, it does."

Alex looked up at Maria in surprise, and everyone else turned to stare at her. She simply lifted her gaze to meet Liz's.

"I have a pretty good idea of what's going on here. I'll be right back." Without another word, she turned around and walked down the hallway.


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Liz hugged her arms across her stomach, her heart beating wildly. She had a feeling she knew what was going on, too. It sounded like what had happened when Future-Max had visited her and asked her to alter the present to change the future. He had simply disappeared when she'd succeeded. So a future version of herself and one of Isabel had shown up. She just didn't know why.

She cast a glance over at Max, Michael and Isabel, who were huddled together and talking softly amongst themselves.

Liz felt a hand on her arm and she turned around to face Alex, who was staring at her. "Hey."

He kept his hand on her arm. "I just...wanted to make sure you were real," he said quietly.

Something about the tone of his voice sent a flood of mixed emotions running through her. When was the last time she'd actually talked to Alex, really talked to him? They used to be so close, such good friends. Best friends. Alex, Maria and her. The Three Musketeers. Now they were worlds apart.

"I'm real," she answered, trying to reign in her emotions.

Alex suddenly pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

Liz was surprised for a moment, caught off-guard. She'd been pushing him away--pushing all of them away really for quite awhile now. She had thought it would be easier for everyone if she just quietly faded into the background. That somehow if she just left them all alone she could deal with everything by herself.

But as Alex held her, she suddenly realized just how much she'd missed him, missed all of them. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back just as tightly, burying her face in his flannel shirt.

Maria returned to the room carrying a small box in her hands. She pulled the lid of the box and removed a video tape from the box.

Alex kept one arm around her and pulled her down to sit next to him on the sofa as Maria popped the tape into the VCR.

"This--uh--this will hopefully explain things," Maria said, sounding a bit apprehensive. She sat down on Liz's other side and gave her a brief smile.

Liz wasn't totally surprised when she saw herself on screen a moment later, staring directly into the camera, peering out at everyone through the tv screen.

Max, Michael and Isabel all turned to look at her, but she ignored them for the moment.

"What I'm about to say is probably going to sound crazy to all of you, but it's the truth."

Liz stared at herself on screen, struck by how haunted she appeared.

"I'm Liz Parker eight months from now."

She glanced at Maria, who didn't seem at all surprised.

"The granolith is an extremely powerful piece of technology. From what I know right now, it has two main purposes. There may be more. But right now I know that it's a craft that can take you back to where you come from, and it an be used to travel back in time."

Liz felt Alex's arm tighten around her slightly and she looked at the others for their reactions. Their eyes were all wide and fixated on the screen.

"When I decided to use it to come back, the only person I told was Isabel."

She met Isabel's gaze and they exchanged surprised looks. It wasn't like they hated each other or anything, they just weren't close.

"A little over a month ago in my time, something happened. Something awful." Her future-self hesitated, her eyes growing dark.

Liz felt a sudden pang of dread take hold of her.

"Tess murdered Alex and then set it up to make his death look like a suicide."

The air left her lungs. Maria reached over and squeezed her hand while Liz looked at Alex. He had gone pale.

"She mindwarped him for two months into going to the University of Las Cruces to decode that book for her. She arranged it so that all of us thought he had gone to Sweden as a foreign exchange student. Then she mindwarped him again into thinking that he had gone to Sweden. You see, the book contains the information on how to use the granolith to get home. She needed that information to complete a deal that Nasedo had made with Kivar 40 years ago. Tess was to get pregnant with Max's son and return home with the three of you and turn you over to Kivar for execution. Tess has been working with your enemies the whole time she's been in Roswell.

"Max, in my time, Tess did get pregnant. And Alex did decode the book for her. But something happened. Somehow Alex, you broke free of her mindwarp and you confronted her. She knew that you would go to Max and tell him what she had done and she used her powers to kill you. Kyle saw the whole thing happen. But she mindwarped him into forgetting it. She made him think that he was carrying a duffel bag out to your car, but it was really you. She made it look like you had intentionally driven into oncoming traffic. But as you guys, Max, Michael and Isabel, were getting ready to use the granolith to go home, Kyle remembered what Tess had done. Kyle, Maria and I drove to the pod chamber to tell you the truth about what happened.

"We got there just as Michael had decided not to return. He let us in the pod chamber and we told you guys what Tess had done. Max, you wouldn't hurt Tess because she was carrying your child. But you allowed her to use the granolith to return home to your planet."

"I came back here to stop her from killing Alex. I've told Maria who I am and what I'm doing here. I knew I couldn't do this alone, and I didn't want Alex anywhere near Tess and I knew he would insist on helping me to stop her."

Liz felt Alex's arm tighten around her and she reached up to wipe away tears that had streaked down her face. Across the room, Isabel was doing the same.

"There's a device in Brody's office that's shaped like a pentagon. The device is alien in origin and when it's turned on you guys can't use your powers."

"That's why Tess used a gun instead of just blowing people up," Michael said, shaking his head.

"But there's something else you have to hear." Future-Liz paused for a moment. "For the past several months we've been divided. All of us. And the more divided we became, the worse things got. Secrets were kept and lies were told. I'm a big cause of that division. But at the time, I thought I was doing the right thing."

Liz's eyes widened and she felt panic rise up within her. She knew...she just *knew* what her future-self was about to say.

"Max, I never slept with Kyle."

Max's gaze swung over to her immediately and she met his eyes for a second, then looked away, her heart hammering in her chest.

"You see, I knew the granolith could be used as a time machine because your future self visited me. You told me that because we were together, Tess had left town. And then years later your enemies attacked. You said that without Tess, you guys were weaker. You needed me to get your present self to fall out of love with me so that she wouldn't leave. Because when your enemies attacked, Max, the world was coming to an end. You told me that Isabel had already been killed, and that Michael had died just hours before you came to visit me."

Liz felt the tamped-down emotions inside of her burst and she started to cry in earnest. God, what did all this mean? Would the world end because her future self had screwed up by telling Max the truth?

Alex pulled her into his arms and she cried on his shoulder.

"I don't know what this means for the future. I don't understand it myself. But there is one thing that I know for sure. This division that's between us...that's among all of us...it has to be fixed. If you don't stick together, everything will fall apart. Because in my time it did. You all have to stop lying to each other and keeping secrets and with-holding the truth. Work together when things get bad. Stop bickering amongst yourselves, stop pushing each other away. You need one another. All of you. I didn't realize it until it was too late. You're all you've got. Please. Don't make the same mistakes I did...that we all did."

Liz looked up into her own pleading face on screen. Then her image flickered out and the tape turned to snow.

There was dead silence in the room.

She was sure she was going to go insane if someone didn't say something soon.

Max stared at her intently and took a step forward. "I'm sorry...that I didn't have more faith in you," he whispered.

She looked up at him, squeezed Maria's hand briefly and stood up. "It's not your fault, Max."

"We all lost faith in one another," Isabel said softly, wiping away the remainder of her own tears. "I didn't have enough faith in Max to tell him about things I learned about my past life. I betrayed my family. I was the one who got everyone killed...when I was Volandra."

"But it was your past life, Isabel. You're not the same person now," Alex reminded her gently.

Michael stood up and looked around the room. "We've all done things in the past few months that we're not proud of. Let's do what Liz...Future Liz said. Let's start being honest with each other."

"About everything," Maria agreed.

Liz looked at her and then gave her a hug. "I'm sorry I've been pushing you away," she whispered.

"Forgiven," Maria replied instantly. A moment later, Alex's arms wrapped around them both.

"Alex," Liz started.

"Don't apologize. You saved my life, remember?"

"It wasn't me...I mean it was, but..."

"Liz. It doesn't matter," Alex said quietly. "A little while ago I watched you...your future self die. I thought I'd lost my best friend forever. The only thing I care about is that you're alive, and I'm alive and everyone I care about is alive."

Liz pulled away from the group hug and looked at Max. "You know, there's something I don't understand. Earlier, it felt like I had been shot, but there was no wound. And when I blacked out, Alex, I heard you talking to me. You were telling me to hold on, to not go into the woods. But that...doesn't make any sense, does it?"

Alex's eyes widened. "Oh, my God. The poem." He left the room and returned a moment later, carrying a book of Robert Frost poems. He opened it to a page and held it out for her to read. "Your future self mentioned this poem when she...you were talking to me a couple days ago."

Liz took the book from him and looked at the poem. She read the last four lines aloud.

"...the woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep."

Then she looked up at Alex.

"When your future self was dying you said...that you always keep your promises." He shrugged. "I'm not sure what you...she meant."

"I guess some things will always be a mystery," Michael spoke up.

Liz looked over the words again. "But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep," she whispered. She knew that it meant something, held some meaning of importance and the words almost felt like they could trigger some distant memory--but the memory was of a time beyond the realm of what she was actually capable of remembering. A memory that was, perhaps, her own, but in a different future, one that she was grateful she would never experience.

Maybe Michael was right. Some things would always remain a mystery.

And perhaps they were all better off not knowing anyway.

After all, she had learned from experience that you could not look into the future and see what it held and remain untouched.

She looked around the room at her friends. They had a lot of stuff to work through before things could return to the way they used to be. But right now the only thing that mattered was that at that moment, they were all together. They could deal with the future when it arrived.

The End
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Title: Time Immemorial (11/12)

Author: X_tremeroswellian

Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: All the Roswellians belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, Fox Productions, the WB, and UPN. Please don't sue me. Poem is by Robert Frost.

Rated: R for language, violence, content, character death

Spoilers: Up through and including "Departure," but especially for "The End of the World," and "Cry Your Name" and all events after "Cry Your Name." Also, some spoilers for my series, "Before I Knew You."

Summary: Unable to bare the guilt she feels, Liz uses the granolith to travel back in time in a desperate attempt to prevent Tess from wreaking havoc on her friends and killing Alex.

Distribution: Just let me know the link.

Category: Story

Subcategories: Angst/friendship

Feedback: Would be wonderful.

Author's Note: I realize that the timing for this story is probably somewhat confusing. I'm confused and I'm writing it. But trying to do a time-travel fic when the timelines of the show were confusing to start with, makes it even more confusing. So basically I apologize for the confusion. :) Let's just chalk up the tiny little different details of "Max in the City" in this fic to things changing slightly by Liz going back in time.

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Conclusion


Eleven. )
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Title: Time Immemorial (10/12)

Author: X_tremeroswellian

Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: All the Roswellians belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, Fox Productions, the WB, and UPN. Please don't sue me. Poem is by Robert Frost.

Rated: R for language, violence, content, character death

Spoilers: Up through and including "Departure," but especially for "The End of the World," and "Cry Your Name" and all events after "Cry Your Name." Also, some spoilers for my series, "Before I Knew You."

Summary: Unable to bare the guilt she feels, Liz uses the granolith to travel back in time in a desperate attempt to prevent Tess from wreaking havoc on her friends and killing Alex.

Distribution: Just let me know the link.

Category: Story

Subcategories: Angst/friendship

Feedback: Would be wonderful.

Author's Note: I realize that the timing for this story is probably somewhat confusing. I'm confused and I'm writing it. But trying to do a time-travel fic when the timelines of the show were confusing to start with, makes it even more confusing. So basically I apologize for the confusion. :) Let's just chalk up the tiny little different details of "Max in the City" in this fic to things changing slightly by Liz going back in time.

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Conclusion


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Time Immemorial (Part Ten)

"...the woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep."

Max broke into a cold sweat as he forced himself to keep the connection open. With his mind, he searched all of Liz's vital organs, traced all of the blood flowing through her veins, searched for the cause of her pain and now unconscious state. There was nothing.

She was physically fine. And he was close to exhaustion as he continued his attempts to wake her.

After several long moments, he pulled back, broke the connection between them and collapsed next to her on the floor as he tried to catch his breath. He didn't know what to do. Liz was still breathing and her heart rate was normal.

But she was still unconscious.

With great effort, he sat up and grabbed the telephone off Liz's desk and quickly dialed a number.

Isabel answered on the second ring. "Hello?"

"It's me. I need you to come over to Liz's right now. Use the fire escape."

"What? Max, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"It's not me. It's Liz. Please hurry, Isabel," he said urgently.

"I'll be right there."

Max hung up the phone and stared down at Liz. He gently brushed a strand of hair off her pale face. "You have to be okay, Liz. I need you," he whispered.


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Michael stared in horror as Liz crumpled to the ground with a cry. Alex was at her side almost instantly. He lifted his gaze to see Tess backing away slowly, the gun still in her hand.

"You shot her!" Michael said, feeling sick.

"She attacked me!"

He didn't know what was going on or where the gun had come from, but the details were unimportant. He started to head towards Liz, determined to try and heal her.

"Your powers are useless now, Michael," Tess said.

He held his hand out, intending on blasting the gun out of her hand. To his shock, nothing happened. "What the hell have you done?" he demanded.

"I didn't do anything! Liz called me and said she needed to meet with me! When I got here she turned on some device that deactivated my powers and then she pulled on a gun on me! She was going to murder me, Michael!"

He narrowed his eyes. Liz may not have been his favorite person in the world, but he knew with absolute certainty that she wasn't a murderer. However, Tess was the one with the only weapon and that gave her all the power. "I believe you," he said, his voice calm and steady.


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"No, no, no, this is not happening," Alex whispered as he pressed his hands against Liz's stomach in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. But there was so much of it...

Her head was resting on his lap. Her face was ghostly pale but her eyes were still open.

"Stay with me, Liz. Stay with me," he pleaded.

"I'm sorry," she whispered with great effort. "Wanted...to change...things."

He didn't understand what she meant but that didn't matter at the moment. "Shh, don't try to talk, okay? You're gonna be just fine, Lizzie."

She managed a weak smile, but her eyes were shiny with tears. "You...haven't called me...that...in years, Alex."

Alex's own eyes filled with tears. She was losing a lot of blood, and fast. God, he'd giving anything to have Max's healing ability at that moment. But he didn't have it. His best friend was going to bleed to death and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

"Don't...don't...cry," Liz said, straining to speak. Her breathing was becoming more and more labored with each passing moment.

He choked back a half laugh, half sob. "You've been shot and you're worried about me not being macho."

She reached up with her right hand and touched his face gently, wincing at the pain the movement caused her. "You're safe...all that...all that matters." Liz closed her eyes and her hand dropped back to the ground.

"No, it's not all that matters! Liz, you can't die on me! We need you. Me, Maria, Max...all of us," Alex said, panic trying to take control of him. "Please, Liz."

She opened her eyes again, but he could tell it took every ounce of strength she had to do so. "It'll...be okay...I promise." Her dark brown eyes were full of love and sympathy as she looked up at him. "Always...keep...my promises," she whispered. Her eyes drifted shut and she went completely limp in his arms.

"Liz! No!" Alex pressed his ear to her heart. There was no heartbeat; her breathing had stopped. "No! Liz! God, no, please no! Liz!"


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Michael swallowed hard and tried to block out the sounds of Alex's anguished cries, but they sent chills down his spine. He continued to walk towards Tess. "Let's get out of here," he suggested calmly.

Tess's eyes narrowed and she pointed the gun at him. "I don't think so. I may be blond, Michael, but I'm certainly not dumb."

Anger flared up within him. "Give me the damn gun!" He took another step towards her and that's when he heard the scream.

"Michael, no!"

Isabel.

He spun around and saw her running out of the pod chamber, stumbling down the rocks. "Stay there!" he shouted.

Tess turned the gun and fired at Isabel, who held her hand up and blocked the bullet with a sparkling, rich purple shield. His mouth dropped open. He couldn't use his powers, and neither could Tess, so why could Isabel?

Tess, too, appeared to be in shock. At least for a split second. Then she turned the gun back to Michael.

A moment later he felt an explosion--not of pain, but of power. He flew backwards, landing on his back several feet away. He was dazed for a moment, then he sat up and saw Tess surrounded by a bright red light. Right before she exploded into dust and ash.

"What the--" Michael stared in shock, then his eyes traveled back to Isabel, who was standing on the rocks, looking a bit shocked herself. Her gaze dropped to where Alex was cradling Liz against his chest, crying. She covered her mouth with one hand.

And then began to fade.

"Isabel!" He leapt to his feet and started running towards the rocks. But by the time he reached the bottom, she had disappeared. He stopped moving and looked around. "Isabel!"

"Michael," he heard Alex choke out.

He turned and saw that Liz, too, had disappeared. "What the hell is going on?" he said aloud.


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Liz sat up abruptly, gasping for breath. Max and Isabel were leaning over her, both staring at her in concern.

"Liz, what happened? Are you okay?" Max asked, touching her face.

She looked from Max to Isabel, and then back again. "I...I don't know what happened," she answered shakily. "I was talking to you and then...then I felt this pain, like the day I got shot, the day that you saved me, Max. And then I was...afraid, but...I could hear you talking to me...you and and Alex."

Max and Isabel exchanged a look. "Alex hasn't been here, Liz," Isabel said gently.

"No, he was, I heard him...he...I heard him. I heard his voice," she insisted, shaking her head. She climbed to her feet, swaying a bit unsteadily.

Max stood up and slid his arm around her waist. "Liz..."

"We have to go over to his house. I have to make sure...I have to see him," she said, overwhelmed by fear.

The Evans' siblings exchanged another look. "Okay, Liz, I'll drive," Max volunteered.
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Title: Time Immemorial (9/12)

Author: X_tremeroswellian

Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: All the Roswellians belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, Fox Productions, the WB, and UPN. Please don't sue me.

Rated: R for language, violence, content, character death

Spoilers: Up through and including "Departure," but especially for "The End of the World," and "Cry Your Name" and all events after "Cry Your Name." Also, some spoilers for my series, "Before I Knew You." This chapter has part of a scene that took place in the episode, "Max in the City." I didn't write the dialogue you recognize from that episode.

Summary: Unable to bare the guilt she feels, Liz uses the granolith to travel back in time in a desperate attempt to prevent Tess from wreaking havoc on her friends and killing Alex.

Distribution: Just let me know the link.

Category: Story

Subcategories: Angst/friendship

Feedback: Would be wonderful.

Author's Note: I realize that the timing for this story is probably somewhat confusing. I'm confused and I'm writing it. But trying to do a time-travel fic when the timelines of the show were confusing to start with, makes it even more confusing. So basically I apologize for the confusion. :) Let's just chalk up the tiny little different details of "Max in the City" in this fic to things changing slightly by Liz going back in time.

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Conclusion


Nine. )
xtremeroswellia: (Default)
Title: Time Immemorial (8/12)

Author: X_tremeroswellian

Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: All the Roswellians belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, Fox Productions, the WB, and UPN. Please don't sue me.

Rated: R for language, violence, content, character death

Spoilers: Up through and including "Departure," but especially for "The End of the World," and "Cry Your Name" and all events after "Cry Your Name." Also, some spoilers for my series, "Before I Knew You."

Summary: Unable to bare the guilt she feels, Liz uses the granolith to travel back in time in a desperate attempt to prevent Tess from wreaking havoc on her friends and killing Alex.

Distribution: Just let me know the link.

Category: Story

Subcategories: Angst/friendship

Feedback: Would be wonderful.

Author's Note: I realize that the timing for this story is probably somewhat confusing. I'm confused and I'm writing it. But trying to do a time-travel fic when the timelines of the show were confusing to start with, makes it even more confusing. So basically I apologize for the confusion. :) Let's just chalk up the tiny little different details of "Max in the City" in this fic to things changing slightly by Liz going back in time.

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Conclusion


Eight. )

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