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Roswell/X-Files Crossover Fic: The Truth Revealed (1/3)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Yeah, none of the characters you recognize are my own. They belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, and Chris Carter. No money is being made so please don't sue me.
Rating: R (for language and violence)
Summary: A robbery at the Crashdown turns deadly when Agents Mulder and Scully try to intervene.
Spoilers: Possible for up through "The Toy House," for Roswell, and up through this season of The X-Files.
One | Two | Three
The Truth Revealed (Part One)
Liz stared down at her history notes and took a sip of cappucino, but she couldn't concentrate on studying. All she could think of was Max. He had left her. He was gone. Not physically, but he was gone from her emotionally, mentally. He didn't care anymore.
She understood. Really, she did.
Because of her, they almost hadn't been able to save Michael.
It was her own fault, her own fear that had driven him away. She had no one to blame but herself. If only I hadn't hesitated, she thought.
Even Alex hadn't hesitated to help out.
"Can I get some coffee?" a man in the corner snapped.
Liz quickly rose from her booth seat and grabbed the coffee pot. She poured the man a cup of coffee and returned to her seat. It was two days before finals were to start and the Crashdown was staying open for the next 48 hours straight.
Liz's dad wanted the kids to have a safe, warm place to study and drink coffee. Liz was working until noon and sleeping until the evening so she could work the midnight shift.
Like she was actually going to be able to sleep. She hadn't for the past four nights. Since the night that Max told her again that they weren't meant to be, and he needed to take "a step back."
He'd avoided her at school, except biology when he had to sit by her. Then all he said was "hi," and he wouldn't even look at her when he said it.
Michael had avoided her, too. Not that he usually went out of his way to talk to her, but now he was going out of his way to avoid her.
What confused her the most, though, was Isabel. She'd actually been nicer to Liz since the whole disaster. Not exactly spending time with her, but being much friendlier than before. Definitely an improvement.
Things were somewhat normal with Maria, and Alex and her now, too. Alex started sitting with them on a daily basis--something he hadn't even done before they'd all learned the truth about their Czechoslovakian friends. Liz wondered about that occasionally.
"Hey," a voice said. Alex slid into the seat across from her. "How's it going?"
Liz looked up in surprise. "Okay. Just studying."
He nodded. "You want to study for history together tonight?"
"As long as you don't mind an occasional interuption. I have to work."
"No, that's fine," Alex told her. He studied her and realized quickly how tired she was. He reached across the table and took her hand. "How are you really?"
Liz stared at the table. "I'm fine, Alex."
Alex squeezed her hand gently. He felt guilty for being so mean to her before he knew the truth about Isabel, Max, and Michael.
He also knew Liz was hurting because of her breakup with Max. And with all that had been happening with Topolski and the FBI, and Michael's illness, and now the breakup with Liz and Max, and the breakup with Michael and Maria, he felt the need to stay nearby in case he was needed.
He wanted to make sure his friends were safe and okay. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here," Alex said quietly.
"I know. Thanks."
Alex was worried because normally Liz was open with him about everything in her life. When she had a problem, he would listen while she talked and tried to work things out. And if Liz didn't go to Alex, she would go to Maria. But not this time.
This time, Liz had barely said anything about the situation. Even Maria couldn't get her to open up and be honest about how she was feeling. What little he knew, he had heard from Isabel. And that was very little. Apparently Max wasn't talking about it much, either.
Maria, on the other hand, had spent two hours at his house that morning, talking about Michael. She was more confused than anything. Maria's relationship with Michael was much stranger and more difficult to understand than any relationship she'd ever had before.
But even Alex could see that there was something between them, something more than aquaintanceship. He just didn't know how to define it.
He was definitely more concerned about Liz right now, though. As long as Maria could talk about it, she was fine. Liz, on the other hand...
"Why don't you and I go see that new movie tomorrow--you know, that new one, Next Friday? It looks really funny," he said.
"I would, Alex, but I really have to study. Maybe some other time?"
Alex bit his lip. He hated seeing her like this. "Okay." A figure staring in the window of the Crashdown caught his eye and he looked past Liz to see who it was. He felt anger rise up in him that he'd never really felt before. He stood up. "Liz, I'm going to go home and study, okay? If you need me, call me. If not, I'll see you tonight."
"Okay. Thanks, Alex."
He kissed her forehead and left the Crashdown. He glared at Max, his face beet red. He motioned for Max to follow him as he headed down the sidewalk, away from the restaraunt. Then he whirled around to face him. "What the hell do you want, Max? Did you come here to rub salt in the wound?"
Max was startled by the tone of his voice. "I just want to know if she's okay," he answered quietly.
"Okay? Of course she's not okay, Max! What did you expect? That you'd ditch her and she'd be thrilled with it?" he demanded.
Max stared at the ground. "I never meant to hurt her."
"Yeah, well you did. And a mighty fine job you did, too." Alex glared at him.
"I need to talk to her. Make her understand." Max started for the Crashdown, but Alex grabbed his arm.
"No way. Forget it. She's hurting enough as it is. I'm not going to let you go in there and destroy what little sense of life she has left now." Alex was furious. "You know, you people think you can just walk up, mess with our heads and walk away as if everything's okay. Well, I've got news for you. Everything's NOT okay, Max."
Max stared at him. "I'm just trying to keep her safe, Alex."
"Newsflash: we're all in danger now anyway! The three of you and the three of us. The only chance we have of getting out of this whole mess is if we cooperate and work together. Why can't you see that?"
"The closer the three of you are to us, the more danger you're in. If we cut off ties now, you'll all be safer. Valenti and the FBI aren't after you, they're after us."
Alex laughed darkly. "Right. Yeah, they're not after me when they know for a fact that I switched my blood with yours at the hospital. They're not after Liz because they have her waitress uniform with the bullet hole and blood stains on it. And Maria isn't just as terrified of Valenti dating her mother as the three of you are about getting caught by him! Yeah, we're not in danger," he repeated sarcastically.
"I'm sorry that you've all been dragged into this," Max said sincerely.
"Are you sorry you saved Liz's life?"
"Of course not. I'll never regret that," he answered without hesitation.
"Why'd you do it, Max? Why'd you save her if you were only going to wreck her life later?"
Max met his eyes, his entire body filling with sadness. "I didn't mean to ever do anything to hurt her. She's the last person in the universe I ever wanted to hurt."
"Yeah, well, she doesn't know that. Stop being a selfish jerk, Max. Stop running from the truth. Because the only reason you dumped her was because you know how intense Liz's feelings for you are. And it scared you."
Max felt angry suddenly. "You don't know anything about me or how I feel about Liz!"
"I know plenty, Max. I know how Liz feels about you. I know how Maria feels about Michael. I definitely know how I feel about Isabel. And I know that you think the three of you are alone here, but if you would just open your eyes, you'd see you weren't." Alex pointed to the cafe. "And you'd see that you've nearly destroyed the best thing that's ever happened to you. And then you'd go in there and do something about it!"
Max and Alex stood staring at one another for a long moment. "I'm going to go talk to Isabel now. I think out of three of you, she may be the only one who has any sense at all. But, Max, I swear to you, if you do anything more to hurt her--" Alex cut himself off and gave him a look of warning. Then he turned and stormed away angrily.
Max stared after him. Then his gaze drifted back to the Crashdown and he lowered his head.
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Scully looked around the little UFO cafe. "You dragged me out of bed for this?"
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Scully," Mulder answered with a grin. "Besides, we're in Roswell, New Mexico. Might as well take advantage of the sights."
Scully rolled her eyes. "Tourist traps. Not sights, Mulder. Tourist traps." She slid into a booth across from him.
"Besides, this is where we're supposed to be," Mulder said, lowering his voice.
"What do you mean?"
"This is where Liz Parker was shot four months ago."
"So?" Scully said, raising her eyebrows.
"So, oddly enough, when the ambulance arrived, she wasn't shot."
"I'm not following you, Mulder."
"She claimed she feel and broke a ketchup bottle on her uniform."
Scully sighed in exasperation. "Mulder," she said warningly.
He bit back a grin and leaned back in the booth. "That, of course, does not account for the bullet hole and traces of blood found on her uniform."
She stared at him. "How is that possible?"
He shrugged. "It's not. Unless someone healed her."
"Healed her?"
"With a touch."
"Right."
"How else can you explain it?"
"I don't know, Mulder. I haven't had time to examine the evidence. Assuming, of course, there is actual evidence."
Mulder frowned slightly. "Of course there's evidence."
Just then, a young girl walked up to them. She was pretty, with long dark hair and deep brown eyes that were filled with sadness. Scully could tell the girl was very tired. "Welcome to the Crashdown Cafe. Can I take your order?"
Scully noticed the sharp look Mulder gave her. "Coffee please," she told the girl.
"And I'll have the alien omlet and a glass of orange juice," Mulder said, staring up at her.
"One alien omlet, one orange juice and coffee. Got it. I'll be back," she said, writing down the order. She walked away.
Mulder gave her a knowing look. "That was Liz Parker."
Scully sighed and laid her head back against the booth seat. "Let's hear it."
"Hear what?" he asked in confusion.
"Your theory. I know you're dying to tell me, so out with it. What is it this time, Mulder? How could someone have healed her? Wait, don't tell me. Somehow she was implanted with a metal device from the 1947 crash that heals life threatening wounds in its host. Or wait. No, I've got it. She's an alien!"
Mulder looked at her with amusement in his eyes. "Not exactly, but you're getting warmer."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay."
"There was a guy here when she was shot. By the name of Max Evans."
"Um, excuse me, did you just say Max Evans?" Liz asked as she returned to their table with their drinks.
"That's right," Mulder stated, watching her closely. "Do you know him?"
"Yeah, unfortunately," Liz responded, rolling her eyes. "The guy's a real jerk. Stood me up for a date once, actually." She was lying through her teeth, but she prayed she sounded convincing. She had to find out who these people were and get their suspicions away from Max.
Mulder looked at Scully and then back up at Liz. "I heard there was an incident here a few months back. A shot was fired."
Liz swallowed hard. "Yeah, that's right. There was. Two guys were arguing. Something about money, I think. Why?"
Mulder pulled out his photo I.D. and badge. "I'm Agent Mulder, this is Agent Scully. We're with the FBI. You're Liz Parker, right?"
She nodded slowly, staring at the badge and I.D. "Yes."
"Two witnesses said you were shot when that gun went off."
Scully's eyes widened. She looked first at Mulder and then up at Liz, who shook her head quickly.
"No. I wasn't shot. I fell and--"
"Broke a bottle of ketchup. Yeah, I heard. But what I don't understand, Ms. Parker, is the blood stains that were found on your uniform."
"I had cut myself on the bottle."
"Right. And the bullet hole?"
"It was a tear, not a bullet hole." Liz's heart was racing. She had to warn the others...she had to warn Max.
"You are aware that the FBI has science labs that can determine these things, aren't you, Ms. Parker?" Mulder asked, staring at her.
"Determine what things? I have no idea what you're talking about, Agent Mulder. I wasn't shot. If I had been shot, I would have a scar, right? I don't have a scar."
"I don't doubt that, Ms. Parker. What I do doubt is the validity of the rest of your story. I think you're protecting someone. I think you're protecting Max Evans."
Just as Liz thought she was going to have a heart attack, the door to the Crashdown swung open and three men raced in, all armed with guns. "This is a robbery! I want the cash drawer opened now!"
Mulder instinctively drew his gun just as one of the men pointed it towards him.
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Max stood in the same place Alex had left him, not knowing what to do. He wanted nothing more than to go to Liz, to apologize for hurting her, to kiss her and hold her in his arms. God, he loved her. He loved her more than anything. He always had. The other part of him was screaming for him to run away to avoid causing her more pain in the long run.
Just then, a shot was fired. Max spun around. It had come from the Crashdown Cafe.
Liz.
Oh, God, no, he thought as he ran as fast as he could back to the restaraunt.
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Yeah, none of the characters you recognize are my own. They belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, and Chris Carter. No money is being made so please don't sue me.
Rating: R (for language and violence)
Summary: A robbery at the Crashdown turns deadly when Agents Mulder and Scully try to intervene.
Spoilers: Possible for up through "The Toy House," for Roswell, and up through this season of The X-Files.
One | Two | Three
The Truth Revealed (Part One)
Liz stared down at her history notes and took a sip of cappucino, but she couldn't concentrate on studying. All she could think of was Max. He had left her. He was gone. Not physically, but he was gone from her emotionally, mentally. He didn't care anymore.
She understood. Really, she did.
Because of her, they almost hadn't been able to save Michael.
It was her own fault, her own fear that had driven him away. She had no one to blame but herself. If only I hadn't hesitated, she thought.
Even Alex hadn't hesitated to help out.
"Can I get some coffee?" a man in the corner snapped.
Liz quickly rose from her booth seat and grabbed the coffee pot. She poured the man a cup of coffee and returned to her seat. It was two days before finals were to start and the Crashdown was staying open for the next 48 hours straight.
Liz's dad wanted the kids to have a safe, warm place to study and drink coffee. Liz was working until noon and sleeping until the evening so she could work the midnight shift.
Like she was actually going to be able to sleep. She hadn't for the past four nights. Since the night that Max told her again that they weren't meant to be, and he needed to take "a step back."
He'd avoided her at school, except biology when he had to sit by her. Then all he said was "hi," and he wouldn't even look at her when he said it.
Michael had avoided her, too. Not that he usually went out of his way to talk to her, but now he was going out of his way to avoid her.
What confused her the most, though, was Isabel. She'd actually been nicer to Liz since the whole disaster. Not exactly spending time with her, but being much friendlier than before. Definitely an improvement.
Things were somewhat normal with Maria, and Alex and her now, too. Alex started sitting with them on a daily basis--something he hadn't even done before they'd all learned the truth about their Czechoslovakian friends. Liz wondered about that occasionally.
"Hey," a voice said. Alex slid into the seat across from her. "How's it going?"
Liz looked up in surprise. "Okay. Just studying."
He nodded. "You want to study for history together tonight?"
"As long as you don't mind an occasional interuption. I have to work."
"No, that's fine," Alex told her. He studied her and realized quickly how tired she was. He reached across the table and took her hand. "How are you really?"
Liz stared at the table. "I'm fine, Alex."
Alex squeezed her hand gently. He felt guilty for being so mean to her before he knew the truth about Isabel, Max, and Michael.
He also knew Liz was hurting because of her breakup with Max. And with all that had been happening with Topolski and the FBI, and Michael's illness, and now the breakup with Liz and Max, and the breakup with Michael and Maria, he felt the need to stay nearby in case he was needed.
He wanted to make sure his friends were safe and okay. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here," Alex said quietly.
"I know. Thanks."
Alex was worried because normally Liz was open with him about everything in her life. When she had a problem, he would listen while she talked and tried to work things out. And if Liz didn't go to Alex, she would go to Maria. But not this time.
This time, Liz had barely said anything about the situation. Even Maria couldn't get her to open up and be honest about how she was feeling. What little he knew, he had heard from Isabel. And that was very little. Apparently Max wasn't talking about it much, either.
Maria, on the other hand, had spent two hours at his house that morning, talking about Michael. She was more confused than anything. Maria's relationship with Michael was much stranger and more difficult to understand than any relationship she'd ever had before.
But even Alex could see that there was something between them, something more than aquaintanceship. He just didn't know how to define it.
He was definitely more concerned about Liz right now, though. As long as Maria could talk about it, she was fine. Liz, on the other hand...
"Why don't you and I go see that new movie tomorrow--you know, that new one, Next Friday? It looks really funny," he said.
"I would, Alex, but I really have to study. Maybe some other time?"
Alex bit his lip. He hated seeing her like this. "Okay." A figure staring in the window of the Crashdown caught his eye and he looked past Liz to see who it was. He felt anger rise up in him that he'd never really felt before. He stood up. "Liz, I'm going to go home and study, okay? If you need me, call me. If not, I'll see you tonight."
"Okay. Thanks, Alex."
He kissed her forehead and left the Crashdown. He glared at Max, his face beet red. He motioned for Max to follow him as he headed down the sidewalk, away from the restaraunt. Then he whirled around to face him. "What the hell do you want, Max? Did you come here to rub salt in the wound?"
Max was startled by the tone of his voice. "I just want to know if she's okay," he answered quietly.
"Okay? Of course she's not okay, Max! What did you expect? That you'd ditch her and she'd be thrilled with it?" he demanded.
Max stared at the ground. "I never meant to hurt her."
"Yeah, well you did. And a mighty fine job you did, too." Alex glared at him.
"I need to talk to her. Make her understand." Max started for the Crashdown, but Alex grabbed his arm.
"No way. Forget it. She's hurting enough as it is. I'm not going to let you go in there and destroy what little sense of life she has left now." Alex was furious. "You know, you people think you can just walk up, mess with our heads and walk away as if everything's okay. Well, I've got news for you. Everything's NOT okay, Max."
Max stared at him. "I'm just trying to keep her safe, Alex."
"Newsflash: we're all in danger now anyway! The three of you and the three of us. The only chance we have of getting out of this whole mess is if we cooperate and work together. Why can't you see that?"
"The closer the three of you are to us, the more danger you're in. If we cut off ties now, you'll all be safer. Valenti and the FBI aren't after you, they're after us."
Alex laughed darkly. "Right. Yeah, they're not after me when they know for a fact that I switched my blood with yours at the hospital. They're not after Liz because they have her waitress uniform with the bullet hole and blood stains on it. And Maria isn't just as terrified of Valenti dating her mother as the three of you are about getting caught by him! Yeah, we're not in danger," he repeated sarcastically.
"I'm sorry that you've all been dragged into this," Max said sincerely.
"Are you sorry you saved Liz's life?"
"Of course not. I'll never regret that," he answered without hesitation.
"Why'd you do it, Max? Why'd you save her if you were only going to wreck her life later?"
Max met his eyes, his entire body filling with sadness. "I didn't mean to ever do anything to hurt her. She's the last person in the universe I ever wanted to hurt."
"Yeah, well, she doesn't know that. Stop being a selfish jerk, Max. Stop running from the truth. Because the only reason you dumped her was because you know how intense Liz's feelings for you are. And it scared you."
Max felt angry suddenly. "You don't know anything about me or how I feel about Liz!"
"I know plenty, Max. I know how Liz feels about you. I know how Maria feels about Michael. I definitely know how I feel about Isabel. And I know that you think the three of you are alone here, but if you would just open your eyes, you'd see you weren't." Alex pointed to the cafe. "And you'd see that you've nearly destroyed the best thing that's ever happened to you. And then you'd go in there and do something about it!"
Max and Alex stood staring at one another for a long moment. "I'm going to go talk to Isabel now. I think out of three of you, she may be the only one who has any sense at all. But, Max, I swear to you, if you do anything more to hurt her--" Alex cut himself off and gave him a look of warning. Then he turned and stormed away angrily.
Max stared after him. Then his gaze drifted back to the Crashdown and he lowered his head.
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Scully looked around the little UFO cafe. "You dragged me out of bed for this?"
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Scully," Mulder answered with a grin. "Besides, we're in Roswell, New Mexico. Might as well take advantage of the sights."
Scully rolled her eyes. "Tourist traps. Not sights, Mulder. Tourist traps." She slid into a booth across from him.
"Besides, this is where we're supposed to be," Mulder said, lowering his voice.
"What do you mean?"
"This is where Liz Parker was shot four months ago."
"So?" Scully said, raising her eyebrows.
"So, oddly enough, when the ambulance arrived, she wasn't shot."
"I'm not following you, Mulder."
"She claimed she feel and broke a ketchup bottle on her uniform."
Scully sighed in exasperation. "Mulder," she said warningly.
He bit back a grin and leaned back in the booth. "That, of course, does not account for the bullet hole and traces of blood found on her uniform."
She stared at him. "How is that possible?"
He shrugged. "It's not. Unless someone healed her."
"Healed her?"
"With a touch."
"Right."
"How else can you explain it?"
"I don't know, Mulder. I haven't had time to examine the evidence. Assuming, of course, there is actual evidence."
Mulder frowned slightly. "Of course there's evidence."
Just then, a young girl walked up to them. She was pretty, with long dark hair and deep brown eyes that were filled with sadness. Scully could tell the girl was very tired. "Welcome to the Crashdown Cafe. Can I take your order?"
Scully noticed the sharp look Mulder gave her. "Coffee please," she told the girl.
"And I'll have the alien omlet and a glass of orange juice," Mulder said, staring up at her.
"One alien omlet, one orange juice and coffee. Got it. I'll be back," she said, writing down the order. She walked away.
Mulder gave her a knowing look. "That was Liz Parker."
Scully sighed and laid her head back against the booth seat. "Let's hear it."
"Hear what?" he asked in confusion.
"Your theory. I know you're dying to tell me, so out with it. What is it this time, Mulder? How could someone have healed her? Wait, don't tell me. Somehow she was implanted with a metal device from the 1947 crash that heals life threatening wounds in its host. Or wait. No, I've got it. She's an alien!"
Mulder looked at her with amusement in his eyes. "Not exactly, but you're getting warmer."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay."
"There was a guy here when she was shot. By the name of Max Evans."
"Um, excuse me, did you just say Max Evans?" Liz asked as she returned to their table with their drinks.
"That's right," Mulder stated, watching her closely. "Do you know him?"
"Yeah, unfortunately," Liz responded, rolling her eyes. "The guy's a real jerk. Stood me up for a date once, actually." She was lying through her teeth, but she prayed she sounded convincing. She had to find out who these people were and get their suspicions away from Max.
Mulder looked at Scully and then back up at Liz. "I heard there was an incident here a few months back. A shot was fired."
Liz swallowed hard. "Yeah, that's right. There was. Two guys were arguing. Something about money, I think. Why?"
Mulder pulled out his photo I.D. and badge. "I'm Agent Mulder, this is Agent Scully. We're with the FBI. You're Liz Parker, right?"
She nodded slowly, staring at the badge and I.D. "Yes."
"Two witnesses said you were shot when that gun went off."
Scully's eyes widened. She looked first at Mulder and then up at Liz, who shook her head quickly.
"No. I wasn't shot. I fell and--"
"Broke a bottle of ketchup. Yeah, I heard. But what I don't understand, Ms. Parker, is the blood stains that were found on your uniform."
"I had cut myself on the bottle."
"Right. And the bullet hole?"
"It was a tear, not a bullet hole." Liz's heart was racing. She had to warn the others...she had to warn Max.
"You are aware that the FBI has science labs that can determine these things, aren't you, Ms. Parker?" Mulder asked, staring at her.
"Determine what things? I have no idea what you're talking about, Agent Mulder. I wasn't shot. If I had been shot, I would have a scar, right? I don't have a scar."
"I don't doubt that, Ms. Parker. What I do doubt is the validity of the rest of your story. I think you're protecting someone. I think you're protecting Max Evans."
Just as Liz thought she was going to have a heart attack, the door to the Crashdown swung open and three men raced in, all armed with guns. "This is a robbery! I want the cash drawer opened now!"
Mulder instinctively drew his gun just as one of the men pointed it towards him.
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Max stood in the same place Alex had left him, not knowing what to do. He wanted nothing more than to go to Liz, to apologize for hurting her, to kiss her and hold her in his arms. God, he loved her. He loved her more than anything. He always had. The other part of him was screaming for him to run away to avoid causing her more pain in the long run.
Just then, a shot was fired. Max spun around. It had come from the Crashdown Cafe.
Liz.
Oh, God, no, he thought as he ran as fast as he could back to the restaraunt.