Roswell Fic: You Were Meant For Me (1/25)
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xtremeroswelliaAuthor: 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: Mel, for the movie suggestion, and 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
"The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible."
-Clarke's Second Law
You Were Meant For Me (Part 1)
"That was an awful movie," Alex commented as he and Liz walked down the street that night after watching Down to You.
"Yeah, it was," she agreed.
"But at least if got our minds off the Evans' for awhile, which was the goal."
"True."
Alex glanced down at her and quickly realized that he shouldn't have mentioned the word 'Evans,' as he took note of the sad expression on his friend's face. He touched her arm. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up."
"It's okay," she assured him.They walked awhile in silence, the cold night air causing both of them to shiver. Then suddenly, three men, probably all in their mid-twenties stepped out of the shadows in the alley and glared at them. Liz and Alex stood side-by-side, staring fearfully.
"What's up, guys?" Alex asked, voice tense.
"Empty your pockets," one of the men commanded.
Alex and Liz both quickly did as told and then one of the men took their money. Then he let his eyes roam Liz's body. His lips curled into a smile as he stepped towards her. Alex manuevered himself in front of her. "You got what you wanted, now leave us alone."
"I haven't got everything I wanted yet," the man said, glancing at Liz again.
Alex stepped up to him, anger replacing fear. "And you're not going to, either!"
"Move aside, kid," he commanded, shoving Alex aside.
The man moved towards Liz, licking his lips as the other two men watched. Liz felt an anger rise up within her, but before she could do anything, Alex grabbed the guy. "Don't even think about it!" he growled. The other two guys sprang forward, grabbing Alex. "Liz, run!" he shouted as the guys tackled him to the ground.
Liz's heart started racing. She saw a knife flash through the air. A scream ripped through her throat. "No!" She rushed forward, grasping onto one of the men's shoulders and throwing him backwards with more strength than she ever knew she embodied.
"What the fuck!" the guy shouted, falling hard.
She heard Alex cry out and saw the dark splotches on the knife. Her eyes widened in horror. "Alex!"
The other two men rose to their feet. "Let's get out of here!" The three of them took off running.
Liz instantly dropped to Alex's side, and pulled his coat open, revealing the stab wound to his chest. "Oh, my God!" she cried. Alex was trying to breathe. Liz didn't even feel the tears as they fell on her cheeks. She pressed her hand over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Suddenly images, memories, exploded into Liz's mind.
*She and Alex in Mr. Raddish's fifth grade class, cleaning erasers.
*She and Alex and Maria playing on the playground in the park when they were kids.
*Alex's face as she told him about Max, Michael and Isabel.
*Alex star-gazing with Isabel
*Alex playing the guitar at the dance club the nightof her blind date.
And just as quickly as the memories and flashes began, they ended. Liz shook her head, and pressed down onto the knife wound in her friend's chest. But to Liz's surprise, Alex was staring up at her, wide-eyed. "Liz," he said, his voice shaky. He struggled to sit up.
"Don't try to talk, Alex. I'm going to call for an ambulance," she said quickly, pushing him down gently.
"I don't think that's going to be necessary," he said, holding onto her arm as he sat up. He glanced down at his chest.
Liz stared. The wound was gone. The blood had disappeared. The only thing that remained were the tears in his shirt and coat. "What..." her voice trailed off.
Alex shook his head. "Liz...You healed me."
"But...that's not possible, Alex, how...how...can that be possible?" she protested, stammering.
Alex looked into her eyes and she finally met his gaze. "I don't know. "
"Maybe you didn't really get stabbed," she said.
He looked down at the tear in his shirt, and then his gaze fell on something else. He pointed to the object laying a foot away. "I think we can discard that theory."
Liz turned to look. Her eyes widened as she spotted the bloody knife. "Oh God," she whispered. Then she passed out.
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: Mel, for the movie suggestion, and 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
"The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible."
-Clarke's Second Law
You Were Meant For Me (Part 1)
"That was an awful movie," Alex commented as he and Liz walked down the street that night after watching Down to You.
"Yeah, it was," she agreed.
"But at least if got our minds off the Evans' for awhile, which was the goal."
"True."
Alex glanced down at her and quickly realized that he shouldn't have mentioned the word 'Evans,' as he took note of the sad expression on his friend's face. He touched her arm. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up."
"It's okay," she assured him.They walked awhile in silence, the cold night air causing both of them to shiver. Then suddenly, three men, probably all in their mid-twenties stepped out of the shadows in the alley and glared at them. Liz and Alex stood side-by-side, staring fearfully.
"What's up, guys?" Alex asked, voice tense.
"Empty your pockets," one of the men commanded.
Alex and Liz both quickly did as told and then one of the men took their money. Then he let his eyes roam Liz's body. His lips curled into a smile as he stepped towards her. Alex manuevered himself in front of her. "You got what you wanted, now leave us alone."
"I haven't got everything I wanted yet," the man said, glancing at Liz again.
Alex stepped up to him, anger replacing fear. "And you're not going to, either!"
"Move aside, kid," he commanded, shoving Alex aside.
The man moved towards Liz, licking his lips as the other two men watched. Liz felt an anger rise up within her, but before she could do anything, Alex grabbed the guy. "Don't even think about it!" he growled. The other two guys sprang forward, grabbing Alex. "Liz, run!" he shouted as the guys tackled him to the ground.
Liz's heart started racing. She saw a knife flash through the air. A scream ripped through her throat. "No!" She rushed forward, grasping onto one of the men's shoulders and throwing him backwards with more strength than she ever knew she embodied.
"What the fuck!" the guy shouted, falling hard.
She heard Alex cry out and saw the dark splotches on the knife. Her eyes widened in horror. "Alex!"
The other two men rose to their feet. "Let's get out of here!" The three of them took off running.
Liz instantly dropped to Alex's side, and pulled his coat open, revealing the stab wound to his chest. "Oh, my God!" she cried. Alex was trying to breathe. Liz didn't even feel the tears as they fell on her cheeks. She pressed her hand over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Suddenly images, memories, exploded into Liz's mind.
*She and Alex in Mr. Raddish's fifth grade class, cleaning erasers.
*She and Alex and Maria playing on the playground in the park when they were kids.
*Alex's face as she told him about Max, Michael and Isabel.
*Alex star-gazing with Isabel
*Alex playing the guitar at the dance club the nightof her blind date.
And just as quickly as the memories and flashes began, they ended. Liz shook her head, and pressed down onto the knife wound in her friend's chest. But to Liz's surprise, Alex was staring up at her, wide-eyed. "Liz," he said, his voice shaky. He struggled to sit up.
"Don't try to talk, Alex. I'm going to call for an ambulance," she said quickly, pushing him down gently.
"I don't think that's going to be necessary," he said, holding onto her arm as he sat up. He glanced down at his chest.
Liz stared. The wound was gone. The blood had disappeared. The only thing that remained were the tears in his shirt and coat. "What..." her voice trailed off.
Alex shook his head. "Liz...You healed me."
"But...that's not possible, Alex, how...how...can that be possible?" she protested, stammering.
Alex looked into her eyes and she finally met his gaze. "I don't know. "
"Maybe you didn't really get stabbed," she said.
He looked down at the tear in his shirt, and then his gaze fell on something else. He pointed to the object laying a foot away. "I think we can discard that theory."
Liz turned to look. Her eyes widened as she spotted the bloody knife. "Oh God," she whispered. Then she passed out.
