AUTHOR: Kari (aka Rapunzel)
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell (or much of anything good) All rights belong to UPN and Melinda Metz...etc.
Summary: This is a four part fic about what the pod squad felt and experienced as they emerged from the pods. (Some small details have been changed from what is said in the show)
~*Part 1: Max’s Story*~
I opened my eyes for the first time and saw nothing. Blackness. I was surrounded by the ebony darkness. I was crowded into a small space, but it was still comfortable. I knew that it had been my home for a very long time.
Although I was comfortable, I wanted to move, to stretch out. Somehow I knew there was more space out there. I slowly moved my arm until it was touching the jelly-like wall above me. I pushed and the wall bulged out, but didn’t break. I pushed harder and one of my fingers slipped out. I could tell that the air out there was colder than where I was, but I wanted to get out.
I wiggled some more of my fingers out of the hole, making it bigger. I still couldn’t see anything. Finally both of my hands could fit in the hole I had made. I slowly ripped open the pod that was holding me.
I gasped as the cold air hit me. Being covered in the jelly-like substance made me cold, too. I stuck my head out of the pod and sniffed the air. Everything smelled different. I could smell things in the air…other animals. I didn’t know if they were like me or not, yet I wasn’t scared.
I stuck my arms fully out of the pod and started to pull myself out. Then I realized that the ground was about six feet beneath me.
My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but only slightly. I looked around and saw that I was in some sort of room made of rock. A cave. There was another pod next to me, and two below me.
I could see figures emerging from the two pods below, but nothing happening in the one next to me. I positioned myself so that I could drop down to the ground without hurting myself. I dropped down and saw one of the other beings like me reach out her hand towards me. I took it and instantly felt very protective of her. I knew she was my sister.
We walked slowly, tracing our hands along the cave walls, looking for a way out. We eventually did find an exit, but we were both leery of walking out of the cave into the night. Finally my sister took the initiative, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out into the cool nighttime desert. We walked for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably only an hour.
As we were walking I kept having an odd feeling. Almost as if someone was following me. I looked over my shoulder many times and never say anyone. To make the time pass more quickly, my sister and I played guessing games. We didn’t know how to speak, yet somehow we communicated perfectly with each other.
After walking for an hour, we came upon a road. A highway. We stood by the side of the highway, trying to figure out why it was there and what purpose it served. That odd feeling came over me again, that someone was following us. I turned around and saw another being like me, standing on a rock. He was standing there defiantly as if he was saying, “Here I am, deal with it.” And although he was trying not to look scared, I kept getting these waves of emotion from him. He was terrified of me and my sister. He was unsure if we could be trusted.
As all three of us stood there observing each other, we heard a rumbling in the distance. We felt a vibration in the ground. We looked up and saw lights. Two small pinpoints of light surrounded by the black velvet of darkness that covers the deserts of New Mexico on summer nights. The lights were coming closer. And closer. And closer.
I could make out the shape of the object the lights were attached to. I could sense that there were two beings in the object, but they were not like the three of us standing there naked by the highway. I grabbed my sister’s hand and looked at the boy standing on the rock. I could sense that the beings in the object with the lights were going to take us away. I desperately wanted the boy to come with us. I didn’t want us to be separated. I had the strong feeling that we needed to be together. I held out my hand to the boy…and waited.
He looked at me, the fear shooting out of his eyes into my very soul. He turned and fled. He ran into the shadows, far into the desert. My sister squeezed my hand comfortingly as the boy fled and the object stopped.
Two beings, older than us, emerged. One of them ran up to us, yelling behind her, “Philip, get the extra blankets out of the back seat!” She gently grabbed us and guided us to the object. “Here, kids, get in the truck.”
Truck. The object was called a truck. I climbed inside, while the person named Philip put warm things around me and my sister…blankets. “They should be warm now, Diane,” said Philip. Philip and Diane climbed into the front of the truck and Philip started to drive it down the highway again. I looked out the back window, terrified. Not for me and my sister, but for the boy who was left behind.
(TBC) (The next part is Michael's Story)
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