|posted on 23-Oct-2002 9:27:16 PM|
|Title: The Alien Abyss|
Summary: Okay… this was a challenge made by Lizzie Parker. I highly suggest you go and read her and Lana Lane’s response to the second challenge she posted. As for the rest… you’ll get the hint of what is to come. I am taking some big creative liberties with this story… especially in the Smallville sense. It is post Destiny for Roswell and post Cyclone (E1-S2) for Smallville. Please humor me. After all, they do say it is best to play along with the crazy people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or Smallville… you know that. I just own this little story. It would be no use to sue me, I have no money.
It’s June 6th and my name is Liz Parker. Almost nine months ago, I was nearly killed and since then I have never felt more alive. All because of Max Evans. He saved my life, drawing me deep into his secret. Most people might have been scared, but those would be the ones who never knew Max. I saw his soul, and it was beautiful.. I saw him. So you see… there was nothing else I could do but to fall in love with him.
The perfect part was that he loved me too. Yet, just when we find that one thing life is to be lived for, it was torn away. Snatched up by destiny.
When I thought I saw into Max’s soul, I didn’t know he was intended for someone else. I didn’t know that everything that made up Max belonged to her. But now I do, so I am going to do the only thing I can to give him what he was meant to have. I have already walked away. Now, I am going to leave for awhile Escape the alien abyss I have fallen into..
Smallville here I come.
Check your pulse it’s proof
That you’re not listening to
The call your life’s been issuing to you
The rhythm of a line of idle days
Martha Kent leaned over and turned the radio down. She looked over at her niece sitting next to her in the truck. Martha couldn’t remember a time when she had seen Liz so depressed. The usual spark that was Liz had always carried seemed to be gone.
Her sister-in-law never said why Liz wanted to come for the summer, but it was not like the Kent’s were going to deny her. In fact, Martha loved having Liz around. She was almost like the daughter she never had.
Scared of the world outside
You should go explore
Pull all the shades and
Wander the great indoors
"Liz," Martha broke the silence. "Are you okay?"
Liz looked over at her aunt, mustering a weak smile. "Yeah, Aunt Martha. I’m fine. It’s just been a rough year."
"Yeah. Your mother told me about the shooting at the Crashdown. She also said that you were seeing someone new," Martha thought for a second. "What was his name?"
Lamplight makes the shadows play
And posters take the walls away
The T.V. is your window pane
The view won’t let you down
"Max," Liz whispered, turning back to look out the window.
Martha nodded her head in understanding. Whatever this was definitely had something to do with this Max guy. "Well," she said, thinking of a subject change. "Clark is sure excited that you are coming."
Liz’s ears perked up when she heard mention of her cousin. "How is Clark? I can’t believe I haven’t talked to him in almost two months."
So put your faith in a late night show
I bet you didn’t even know
Depends on how far out you go
The channel numbers change
"A lot has been happening lately," Martha told her, thinking about all the past couple months had brought them.
"I know what you mean," Liz mumbled in agreement.
"But he is doing good," Martha continued. "I think that he will be even better when he sees you."
"Ditto," Liz said, giving her first genuine smile in over a week.
Scared of the world outside
You should go explore
Pull all the shades and
Wander the great indoors
Clark grabbed the trunk of a tree that had fallen off during the storm and carried it over to a large fire in the yard. Excitement was coursing through his veins. Liz, his favorite cousin was coming to visit them. It had been almost two years since the last time he’d seen her. Usually they would write e-mails or call, but things had been so crazy. Deep down, he was hoping that Liz would be able to give him advice on what do about Chloe and Lana.
Though lately I can’t blame you
I have seen the world
And sometimes wish your room
Had room for two
Chloe just wanted to be friends, or at least that was what she said. Yet, everything at the dance had been so perfect. Then, there was Lana. "God, I came so close to losing her." Clark thought to himself. The reality was something he never wanted to live to see. "But, because I saved her and lied about it, she isn’t actually talking to me. Damn," Clark mumbled aloud as he ran his hand through his hair. "When did life have to get so complicated."
Just then, Clark heard the other truck pull up in the driveway. He ran out of the barn and was greeted by the site of a petite brunette rushing towards him. "Clark," she called out to him.
So go unlock the door
And find what you are here for
Leave the great indoors
Please leave the great indoors
"Lizzie," he yelled out his nickname for her. She ran up to him and gripped him in a tight bear hug.
"I’ve missed you," she confessed. "Okay… we are never going to go that long without talking ever again."
Clark stepped back and gave her a mock salute. "Yes ma’am. So are you really going to stay for the whole summer, or is it some cruel little joke."
Liz shook her head. "Nope, I am here for the summer. Would I ever play that cruel of a joke on you?"
Check your pulse it’s proof
That you’re not listening to
The call your life’s been issuing you
The rhythm of a line of idle days
"The Great Indoors" by John Mayer
"Nah," Clark agreed. "Let me get some of this mess cleaned up and you can tell me everything that is new in Roswell."
"Likewise with Smallville," Liz replied. "Perfect, normal Smallville," she thought to herself.
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|posted on 28-Oct-2002 9:20:23 PM|
|Hey everyone... thanks for the feedback! You're so good to me. Here is part two. I hope that you like it!|
"What do you mean she’s gone," Max yelled in frustration. "Maria, where did she go?"
Maria flopped down in the seat across the table from Max. Her emotions were running high, and the only thing she knew for sure was that her best friend was MIA. "I just got a note Max. Her mom gave it to me this morning when I came in for my shift."
Max dropped his head into both of his hands. "God, I am such a jackass."
"That’s it," Maria exclaimed, standing up quickly. She walked over to the other side of the table, grabbed Max by the ear, and started dragging him towards the backroom. When they were out of hearing distance of the customers, Maria let go of his ear. "Explain. Explain everything now. Michael isn’t talking to me, I don’t know Isabel well enough to ask her, and Tess is … well … Tess. Liz isn’t here to tell me anything, so that leaves you Maxie boy. What the hell happened?"
Max was staring at his shoes like they were the most interesting things in the entire universe. "We found out some stuff about why we were sent to Earth. We also found out that Tess was sent to be my bride," Max gulped down the last part.
However, Maria still heard it. "What," she screamed in shock. "You found out that you and Tess are suppose to be together. How is that possible?" She shivered at little at the thought, then paused as something occurred to her. "Did Liz hear any of this," Maria demanded to know.
All Max could do was nod his head. "She was with us when we found out. She ran off right after."
Maria just looked at him in amazement. "And you didn’t go after her, you big doof?"
"I did." Max started to defend himself. "Michael stopped me before I could get to her."
"That figures," Maria muttered, throwing her hands in the air. "Men." Then, her gaze turned to Max. "What were you thinking? You just decided that you would let her go. You had better think of a way to fix this, and fast," Maria ordered, slapping Max on the back of the head and started out to the dining room. "Unless you want to face the wrath of a pissed off Deluca."
Max knew she was right. He needed to convince Liz that he didn’t care about that message. All he wanted, ever wanted, was her. Quickly, Max reached out and caught Maria’s arm before she got away. "Please Maria. If you have any idea where she is, tell me."
She thought for a second. "The only place I can think of would be with her Uncle Jonathan and Aunt Martha."
"Where is that," Max asked, his entire face lightening up. "I could go see her and explain…"
Maria bit her tongue to keep from laughing, but his expression was priceless. It was almost like a kid promising to be good so he could get his favorite toy back. She almost hated to burst his bubble.
Almost being the key word. "Bad news," she finally cut him off. "Her uncle lives in Kansas."
It’s June 10th, and I have found out that I am not the only one with relationship issues. Poor Clark. My cousin is caught in-between a serious rock and hard place. He likes Chloe, his best friend for almost forever, but she has decided that they should be just friends. And to top it off, the girl of his dreams, Lana Lang, seems to have stop speaking him. I haven’t quite gotten the reason why, but I it has something to do with the storm. Not like it matters. Clark will crumble in a few days and tell me. He can never keep anything from me for long.
But it all goes to show you how desperate the boy is… he came to me for advice. Me, Liz Parker, the girl who is on the run from her problems and doing a damn good job of hiding here in Smallville. I really had no idea what to tell him other than to follow his heart. That’s what Grandma Claudia told me to do. And that’s what I did. Follow my heart, and it led me straight to Max.
God I miss him so much that it hurts.
At least trying to help Clark with his problems is keeping his mind (and mine) off of issue called my life. Besides, his relationships are normal. He had the luck not to fall in love with an alien.
Liz shut her journal and looked out the open doors of the loft. "Clark was right," she mummered to herself. "This is a wonderful place of solitude."
"Clark," a female voice called out.
"Once again, I’m wrong," Liz muttered, throwing her head back in disappointment.
A girl with long dark hair appeared at the top of the staircase. "Oh," she gasped when she saw Liz. "Mrs. Kent told me Clark was up here."
Liz got up from the bundle of straw she was sitting on. "It’s okay, Lana. I’m just hiding out."
Lana crunched her forehead, searching Liz’s face, almost as if she could find a nametag posted there. "Liz," she gasped when the recognition hit her. Rushing forward, Lana gave Liz a little hug. "I didn’t recognize you. I had no idea you were coming."
Liz stiffened a bit at the hug. She had known Lana for years, but they never really hung out the summers she spent with Clark. She was always the girl her cousin admired from afar.
Lana noticed how uncomfortable Liz was. "Sorry about that, it’s just that Clark talks so much about you that it is almost like we’re friends. I’ll just leave you be"
"I think Clark is fixing the fence on the edge of the farm," Liz called out, right before Lana reached the stairs. "Or that’s what he told me. We can go look for him if you want."
Lana sighed. "That’s okay Liz. I’ve pretty much lost all confidence in what I was going to say to him anyway. I’ll see him around."
Liz’s ears perked up. Maybe should could help Clark out a little bit. "What were you going to say to him," she asked Lana, trying to seem causal.
"Did you ever think that Clark is keeping some big secret," Lana found herself blurting out, instantly regretting. After all, this was Clark’s cousin, his favorite cousin. Liz was going to think she was just some gossiping backstabber.
However, nothing surprised her more than Liz’s actual reaction.
The second Liz processed what Lana had said, she started to laugh. A genuine laugh the came from the tip of her toes and shook her body hard, filling the entire barn with the sound of giggles.
"Clark," she gasped, collapsing back on the hay. "Keeping a secret. Never."
Lana’s eyes widened. "Okay," she replied, definitely unsure of what was so funny. "Not the reaction I was expecting."
Liz drew in some much needed air. "Sorry," she gasped, sucking in more air. "It’s that he’s never kept a secret for long."
Nodding, Lana looked down at her feet. "I see," she bit out, not being able to help the bit of irritation she was feeling. "And you’ve known him longer."
Her laughter stopped instantly. "I didn’t mean it like that," Liz corrected. "Clark’s human. He’s got secrets. But good guys never keep secrets forever, and Clark’s a great guy."
"You’re right," Lana agreed, finding herself chuckling a little. "Hey, can you do me a favor?"
Liz smiled. "Sure."
"I have to get going, but could you tell Clark that I stopped by. Sorry I interrupted your writing."
"It’s okay," Liz reassured her. "I needed a break. I’ll make sure that Clark gets your message."
"Thanks," Lana said. With that, she was gone.
Liz watched her walk out of the barn out of the large barn window. She also spied Clark coming in from the field. Not being able to contain her news, Liz gathered up her stuff and ran out to meet him.
"That was quick," she commented. He had only been gone a half hour.
Clark shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? I work fast."
"No kidding," Liz laughed. "Oh, by the way, Lana dropped in."
It was like the ground turned to glue. Clark stopped dead in his tracks when Liz mentioned Lana’s name. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a moment. "She did," he tried to act causal, but it was way to late.
"Yes," Liz stated, like it was common knowledge. "She and I had a nice little chat."
Clark swallowed hard. "About… what?"
Liz thought about torturing him for a bit longer. It might be worth it to see the look on his face. Then, she decided against it. This was her favorite cousin after all.
"She asked me if you had secrets ," she told him.
Letting his shoulders drop, Liz heard Clark let out a sigh. Liz couldn’t tell whether it was from relief or disappointment. And Clark made no sign to which it was.
Finally, after a few moments of silence, Liz couldn’t take it any longer. "Do you?"
Clark shook his head. "Nothing of extreme importance."
Liz wasn’t convinced. "You know that you can tell me anything, right?"
Looking around to avoid her gaze, Clark started moving towards the house. "I tell you almost everything Liz. But a guy’s got to keep some secrets," he tried to joke. "Besides, I don’t think you tell me everything."
"Almost." Her mind was instantly scolding her for always thinking about what had happened.
Clark had a feeling from the beginning that this was more than just a summer vacation, now he was looking at proof. It was written all over her face. "You wanna talk about it," he offered.
Liz shook the thoughts of Max from her head. "Not really," she remarked, starting to walk a couple of paces faster.
But it was nothing for Clark to keep up. "You can’t get off that easy. Spill Lizzie, what’s up with you?"
A tear trickled from her eye. "Can we talk about this later," she pleaded with him. "Please."
Seeing the expression on her face, the pain just mentioning it seemed to bring, Clark gave in… for now. "We should get ready for dinner anyway. We are talking about this later."
Liz took a deep breath. "Sure. Later."
|posted on 2-Nov-2002 9:21:45 PM|
|Wow... all the feedback. I'm so HAPPY!!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!|
I have a new part. I hope that it is to everyone's liking. Let me know what you think. Remember, feedback is like my candy, and I have one of those bad sugar habits
Chloe and Pete made their way down the gravel road toward the Kent farm in Pete’s car. "Are you serious," Pete asked, turning to looked at Chloe. "Lizzie Parker is here… for the summer?"
Chloe laughed. "Yeah, that’s what Clark said."
"So why, besides seeing Lizzie, did we come out here," Pete asked as they pulled up alongside the barn. Chloe had been anxious about something since she called him to pick her up. She told him that it was just because of Liz, but he knew better. "Spill. I know there’s another reason."
Rolling her eyes, Chloe let out a long sigh. "I’ve been talking to people since the storm. A lot of them are claiming that they saw something in the sky like a…"
"A tornado," Pete finished for her. "We are in the tornado belt, Chloe. This isn’t wall of weird material."
"Not the tornadoes," Chloe argued. "A space ship. Five people have said they saw one tearing through the sky, but it disappeared right after the storm."
Pete wasn’t convinced. "It could have been anything. Tornadoes cause a lot debris to go flying around in the air. It might have been a roof to someone’s house."
Chloe shrugged off his disbelief. "Fine. Think whatever you want. Clark will believe me. And if he doesn’t, I still have Liz."
"Liz is like super-scientist," Pete tried to reason with her. "Why would she believe it."
"She grew up in the alien capitol of the world," Chloe retorted. "Her parents own a restaurant with an alien theme. She’ll certainly be more receptive of my space ship theory."
Pete couldn’t help laughing. "Or more immune," he chuckled.
A light knock came on the guest room door. Liz looked up from the book she was reading just as Clark came in. "Hey," he grinned slightly. "Pete and Chloe are here."
That instantly brightened the features on Liz’s face. "Really," she said excitedly, shooting up on the bed. "God, I haven’t seen them in forever."
Clark’s smile got wider. "Well, are you coming down?"
Liz instantly got off the bed, rushing past her cousin and down to the living room. The second she reached the bottom of the steps, she saw them. "Chloe, Pete," Liz squealed with excitement.
Pete felt himself almost get knocked to the ground as Liz launched herself at him. A big bear hug ensued, with Chloe as the next recipient.
"How have you guys been," Liz asked when the hugs were sufficiently taken care of.
"Good," Pete said, smiling at Liz’s reaction.
"Same old, same old," Chloe told her in perfect Chloe fashion.
"Tell me all your news," Liz insisted, taking a seat on the sofa. "How is the Wall of Weird coming?"
Clark, Chloe, and Pete followed her. "Actually, I think I might have something new to add soon."
Pete let his head drop back. "Here we go. Guys, brace yourselves."
Chloe reached over and playfully hit him on the arm. "I’m serious. This could be huge. The night of the storm, people reported seeing a space ship flying around this area of town."
Both Clark and Liz jerked up in their seats, their interest definitely peeked. "Are you serious," Liz asked, the happy expression on her face gone.
Shaking her head, Chloe continued. "Yeah. I’ve talked to five people so far."
"And they’re positive it was a space ship," Clark questioned, trying to sound skeptical.
"Pretty sure," Chloe said, giving her head a little nod. "But that’s not the whole story."
This was news to the other three, including Pete. "It isn’t," he asked.
"Two days ago, Luthor Corp. brought in a group of scientists. The claim is that they are just estimating the damage to the crops caused by the storm," Chloe continued.
The others just looked at her. Chloe felt a little uneasy with everyone just staring at her like that. "What," she asked, shifting in her seat. "Do I have like little green men crawling out of my ears?"
"That’s it," Pete finally said. "It’s not that I don’t trust you Chloe, but this seems pretty thin."
Getting up from the couch, Chloe started to pace the living room. "Think about it. Corn fields make up almost all of this end of town."
"Corn fields make up must of town in general," Clark reminded her.
Chloe wasn’t deterred. "Still, what if I’m right. The ship would be out in a corn field right now. Now, if the scientists don’t already know about it, they will soon."
"What can we do about it," Liz chimed into the conversation.
"Try to find it before they do," Chloe told they like it was the easiest answer in the world.
"There are a lot of fields in Smallville," Clark attempted to dissuade her. "How can we possible search them all?"
Chloe thought for a second. Suddenly her face lit up with an idea. "Why don’t you talk to Lex about it," she suggested. "You can find out what the scientists doing, possibly where they’re doing it…"
Clark shook his head. "That’s out of the question, Chloe. I’m not going to use Lex for information."
"Well, you wouldn’t really be using him," Liz chimed in. "It would be more like requesting information."
"No," Clark repeated. "I’m not going to do it."
"Clark," Chloe started but he instantly cut her off.
"Let’s talk about something else," Clark insisted.
The entire room fell into a silence that was more uncomfortable than anything else. The entire time Liz’s mind was going through the possibilities. "Could there really be aliens in Smallville, or a ship," she thought to herself. "And if there where, how was she going to tell the others?"
The only thing that Liz wasn’t actually doubting at this point was that she needed to find out the answers… one way or another.
|posted on 1-Dec-2002 3:19:37 PM|
|More soon, I swear. I have just been going nuts lately, but trust me... the new part will be up within the week!|
|posted on 3-Dec-2002 10:25:10 PM|
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Something was wrong with Clark. Liz was positive. After Pete and Chloe left, he hid out in the loft, completely avoiding her. Then, at dinner, he barely touched his meatloaf. Very strange for a guy who could probably eat both Michael and Kyle under the table in one sitting.
Therefore, instead of waiting for him to come to her, she was going to him. Clark went up to the loft again, right after dinner and Liz followed him, determined to find out what was bugging him. She had her suspicions, but she needed to know for sure.
"So," she broke the silence surrounding the loft as she reached the top step. "Am I the most horrible cousin in the world?"
Clark turned from the telescope, startled for a moment, then his features softened a bit. "No, just the most annoying," he teased.
Liz walked over to him. "I’m sorry if I made you mad earlier."
"I just don’t understand why you are so interested in this," Clark explained. "I know that a space ship would be just perfect for Chloe’s Wall of Weird. That’s why she was so adamant I talk to Lex. Trust me, I get that. But why you? Why do you want to find a space ship in Smallville? I thought there would be enough to find in Roswell."
Shrugging her shoulders, Liz twisted her head to looking out the barn, taking in the farm’s sprawling landscape. "Just plain old scientific curiosity," she lied.
"Bull," Clark called her on it.
Liz’s head snapped back to look at him. "Well, fine. Tell me why you are so not interested in finding out about a space ship."
"Cause I don’t believe there was one," Clark told her, lying though his teeth.
"Liar," Liz threw back at him. "I don’t ever remember a time that you have lied to me. And I’m telling you right now, I’m not liking it."
Clark could feel irritation pump through his veins. He loved Liz; she was his favorite cousin after all. However, the very thing that made her lovable could also make her as annoying as hell. Once she had a theory, nothing in the world would make her drop it until she explored it from every angle.
"I’m not lying," Clark growled. "Liz, just let this space ship thing go. Please."
Liz folded her arms in front of her. "Give me a reason."
Clark threw his head back in exasperation. "You first," he blurted out. "Tell me the real reason why you came out here."
Pausing for a moment, Liz took a breath and got her bearings. "I missed you, although right now, I can’t think of a reason why."
Turning his back to her, Clark started to shake his head. "You’re hiding Liz. I know you, I can tell. I just want to know from what."
"Nothing," Liz told him.
Clark made his way down the stairs from the loft. "I don’t believe you."
Liz rushed to the railing. "I don’t believe you either," she yelled the first thing that came to her mind.
"Good one," Clark yelled back.
"Just… go away," Liz shouted in frustration, realizing how stupid it sound the second the words left her mouth. Hiding out Smallville was proving to be harder than she thought.
It’s June 16th, and I really want to know something. If a small world can get bigger, than why can’t a big world get smaller? Why don’t things ever get less complicated in my life? No matter what I do, they always seem to get more screwed up. I just want to have something simple in my life.
These past couple of days, it’s been really hard to be around Clark. It’s almost like he has shut himself off from everyone, including me. After our little argument, I know he is keeping something from me. Now each time I even try to bring it up, the longer he hides himself in the fields.
I wonder if there really is something to Chloe’s theory. God, if there is, then I picked the wrong place to escape from aliens. I also wonder if Clark is looking for the ship all by himself? Especially with his reaction to the whole idea. Not that it matters. It doesn’t seem like he is going to tell me anytime soon.
Aunt Martha finally intervened with the silent treatment. She decided to force Clark to deliver produce to Lex Luther’s mansion. She’s also making him take me along. Deep down, I’m a little scared. Chloe seems to think that Lex Luther has something to do with this.
Clark isn’t the kind to snoop, especially when it comes to a friend. And even though I trust Clark, Chloe’s instincts have never been off. So I plan to do the snooping. What Clark doesn’t know won’t get him more pissed off at me.
"God, this place is huge," Liz exclaimed as she caught her first glimpse of the Luther mansion.
Clark let out a little laugh. "Yeah. That was my first reaction too."
"And it is only him living there," Liz rambled. Her nerves were grated, and looking at how much area there was to search to find any little clue worried her. "Damn," she sighed.
Clark pulled up to the front door, got out, and rang the bell. After a couple of minutes, the butler answered the door. "Ahh," Charles said. "Mr. Kent. I hate to tell you, but Mr. Luther is in the middle of a very important meeting."
Clark raised his hand. "That’s okay. I’m just here to drop off some produce he ordered."
"Very good sir," Charles replied. "And who would this young lady be?"
Liz looked up when the butler addressed her. "Oh, I’m Clark’s cousin Liz."
Charles nodded. "Nice to meet you Miss. Mr. Kent, you can bring the produce through here… as usual."
"Okay," Clark said walking back out to the truck. He grabbed a bushel of apples from the bed.
"Do you need any help?" Liz offered.
"Nah," Clark replied, lifting the basket with ease. "I got it."
Liz sighed and looked down at her shoes. God, she wished Clark wasn’t mad at her. She really needed him right now, even if he didn’t know it.
Clark shuffled the basket around a bit, and used his free hand to lift Liz’s chin up. "I’m sorry about the past couple of days, Liz," he dove into the apology he had been working on all morning. "It just, things have been really different over the past couple of months," he told her. Truer words were never spoken. He had been through so much: developing powers, fighting bad guys, saving lives, and such.
Liz giggled nervously. "Don’t I know the feeling. But it does help to talk about it," she told him.
Clark looked down at her. "You need to take your own advice, Lizzie. You still haven’t told me what this vacation is really about."
"I know," Liz swallowed hard. "Soon, I promise."
Clark gave her a winning smile. "I’m gonna hold you to that."
"I’m sure you will," Liz laughed, her face brightening up a bit.
They both walked back into the mansion, Clark lugging a bushel of fruit with him. He proceeded directly towards the kitchen while Liz lingered in the foyer. Noticing that she wasn’t keeping up, Clark turned around to look at her. "Hey Liz, this way."
Liz jumped a bit. "Oh, well… I need to use the bathroom," she thought off the top of her head.
Clark just shrugged his shoulders. "I think that there’s one right at the top of those stairs. I’ll be done unloading all of this in about ten minutes, so I’ll meet you back here?"
"Sounds good," Liz said eagerly. Then, she watched as Clark disappeared down a long corridor, giving herself about a minute before she bolted up the staircase. "Nine minutes," she whispered to herself. Nine minutes to find out as much as she could about Lex Luther.
Wandering quickly proved to be pointless. She was finding nothing and quickly running out of time. She needed a plan, and she needed it fast. Suddenly, she heard voices coming from a room at the end of the hall.
"I need more time," a distant female voice demanded.
"Dr. Gordon, you’ve had a week to prove your suspicions and you have found nothing to back up your claim about a space ship. Frankly, I see no reason to keep your team working on this project any longer."
Liz crept closer to the room, peering in through the small amount the door was open. She watched as a tall, striking redhead approached the corner of what she assumed was Lex’s desk.
"I do not believe you understand Mr. Luther," the woman cooed. "I have no intention of giving up."
"Is that a threat?" Lex asked, slightly amused that this woman was brave enough to attempt it.
Cracking the door open a bit further, Liz tried to get a better picture of what was going on.
Dr. Gordon moved closer to Lex, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Undoubtedly," she told him.
Liz watched in fascination as the woman closed her eyes. Then, she felt it. The strange humming like energy being burn. It was sort of similar to how the air hummed around her whenever Max would use his powers, but this was more powerful. It was like the atmosphere crackled.
Lex blinked a couple of times as Dr. Gordon opened her eyes. "Do we have an understanding?" she asked.
Nodding his head, Lex looked down at the calendar on his desk. "You have till the end of the month. I want to see something by then."
A smile crept across the doctor’s lips. "Good."
"Oh God," Liz gasped, quickly backing up till her back hit the wall on the other side of the hallway. "This can’t be."
"What do we have here," a voice broke her thoughts.
Liz looked up to see Lex Luther standing in front of her. "Ummm… ahhh," Liz stuttered. "I’m Clark’s cousin," she managed meekly.
"The famous Liz Parker," Lex teased.
Giving a nervous smile, Liz tried to force her body to relax. "I guess Clark has mentioned me."
"About a dozen times," Lex told her. "But only this week."
That was when Dr. Gordon appeared in the doorway. "I think that I’ll be heading back to the research center," she told Lex, eyeing Liz the entire time.
A chill shot up Liz’s spine at her icy gaze.
"Before you go," Lex began, reaching out and taking a hold of Dr. Gordon’s arm. "I would like to introduce Liz Parker. She is the cousin of a friend of mine and an aspiring scientist from what Clark has told me."
"Nice to meet you," Dr. Gordon said curtly.
"Liz, this is Dr. Imogen Gordon, specialist in astrology and astronomy."
The name, Liz thought. It was so familiar to her, but it couldn’t be true that this woman was the someone she was thinking of. "Nice to meet…"
"Liz," Clark called out, coming down the hall at them.
"Sorry that I worried you," Liz apologized as Clark came to a screeching halt beside her. "I sorta got lost."
"What do you mean you got lost?" Clark questioned.
Lex held up his hand. "It’s okay Clark. It gave me a chance to meet the cousin that you have been talking so much about."
"I really have to get back," Imogen mentioned to the group, managing to slip down the hall without getting stopped.
Liz watched her go, knowing that Imogen Gordon was not who she was claiming to be. However, she had no time to ponder the thought. Clark was glaring at her, Lex trying to come to her rescue, but doing a little more than taking the edge off. She didn’t have to have alien powers to know there was a serious argument in her future.
Clark took her arm. "We should head to get back to the farm. My mom needs the truck. Thanks for entertaining Liz."
"It was my pleasure," Lex told him. "Bring her by anytime."
"Thank you," Liz whispered, being half-dragged down the hall. She looked at Clark, seeing his eyes burning with anger.
"Lost," he repeated, seething.
"Clark," Liz muttered, wincing at the tone that had been in Clark’s voice.
"Don’t," Clark told her.
Oh yeah, Liz’s mind screamed. One big fight coming up.
|posted on 30-Dec-2002 12:14:50 PM|
|Howdy everyone... sorry that it has been taking me so long. Here, I thought I was finally going to get a break and have more time for stories, but extra holiday guests decided to change those plans. Hopefully things will lighten up in January... especielly since I will be down to two jobs instead of three.|
I hope that you all like this part. You get to see a little bit about what is going on in Roswell. Also, thank you , thank you, thank you for all the bumps. They totally make my day!
"So have you heard from her?" Isabel asked as she impatiently tapped her finger against the tabletop.
Voices call, they call out my name, my name, my name.
Well, they say I'm different. Well I'm not the same, same.
You say you want to, ah, be like me.
Well, boy let me tell ya, you don't know what I've seen.
Alex looked up from the menu. "Not a damn word. You think that she would at least send me an e-mail to let me know that she’s still alive. I am one of her best friends after all, but I haven’t heard a thing."
Isabel switched hands, allowing the tapping to ensue. "We have to do something Alex. Max has been just miserable since she left. And I don’t know how long I can keep listening to the Counting Crows before I beat him to death with the CD player."
They say a devil lives in my soul.
I promise not to let him take control.
Giving her a faint smile, Alex started to think about what they might do. "I could e-mail her. Maybe she would send me something then."
"Maybe," Isabel said, searching her head for ideas. "What about Maria? Do you think that she knows how to get a hold of Liz?"
Alex shrugged his shoulders. "I doubt it. Max has been nagging her about it for the past two weeks. I think all she knows is that Liz went to see her Uncle and Aunt in Kansas."
I'm mindin' my own business.
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong.
I'm mindin' my own business.
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong.
Isabel opened her mouth to speak, but the chimes on the front door of the Crashdown rang. In walked Tess and Michael. Tess whispered something to Michael, but he didn’t seem pleased about it. Instead, he mumbled something and stormed off to the back of the restaurant. However, not before giving Isabel a look.
Meeting his gaze for an instant, Isabel quickly turned her attention to something else. Everything between them had been awkward since they heard the message from her mother. Hell, they could hardly stand to be in the same room anymore.
Alex caught the tension rising in the room, but before he had a chance to say anything, Tess sat down with them.
"Hi Isabel, Alex," she greeted them, trying to sound happy.
"Hey Tess," Alex greeted her. "What’s going on with Michael?"
Shadows follow so close behind me.
I look in the mirror; I don't like what I see.
Oh, God, can't you help me get outta here, here?
I feel like I'm livin' deep in hell.
"I’m not sure," Tess told him, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe Isabel should talk to him," she suggested.
Isabel rolled her eyes. "Give it a rest Tess," she snapped.
"I was just trying…" Tess started, trying to placate Isabel.
And Isabel would have no of it. "Well don’t," she cut Tess off. "You’ve done enough."
Tess jumped back a bit in the booth. "Fine," she scoffed. "I guess that everyone is in a bad mood today." With that, she got up from the booth and walked out of the café.
Alex was a little more than confused about what he just saw. "What’s going on?" he demanded.
"Nothing," Isabel shrugged it off.
I'm mindin' my own business.
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong.
I'm mindin' my own business.
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong.
That was the final straw. For almost two weeks, everybody had avoided telling him was really going on. Hell, ever since the day they rescued Max from the FBI, something was off with the group. Liz wasn’t around to explain, and Max was brooding over the fact that she was gone. Maria acted like she barely had any more of a clue than he did. Michael was being Michael. Plus, Alex wasn’t close enough to Tess, who was basically irritating the crap out of everyone, to ask.
So that left Isabel, and she was attempting to give him the brush off. Alex finally snapped. "That’s bull, Isabel."
Her head came up instantly, and for the first time in her life, Isabel saw Alex Whitman truly pissed off. "Alex…"
"No, listen to me," Alex cut her off. "You don’t tell me a thing. Hell, nobody tells me anything. But I’m just supposed to go along with it, no matter what that means." He dropped his voice to a harsh whisper, "I’ve spied on the FBI, switched blood samples, and lied through my teeth for you guys. I’ll be damned if that doesn’t give me the right to know the truth."
Isabel sat in the booth for a moment, completely stunned. She had never seen Alex that mad before. The real kicker was that everything he said was true. And Isabel had no idea how to tell him what was really going on.
So, she opted for not telling him altogether. "I have no idea what you want me to say," Isabel snapped back at him. "Things are just crazy. There is nothing new about that."
Alex shook his head. "Yes, there is," he demanded. "This time there’s something new causing it."
Leaning back in the booth, Isabel crossed her arms in a defensive habit. "Take you pick of the usual, Alex. It’s got to be one of the ones you mentioned before. Then again, who can keep up when we are constantly bombarded with those types of things? Well, you know what, its all part of the package. You get to know our secret, you have to deal with everything that comes along with it."
"You forget. I didn’t ask in the first place," Alex heard the words escaped his mouth, and he instantly regretted as he watched Isabel’s angry expression fade quickly into sadness.
I said that,
I.. I'm mindin', I'm mindin' my own, own
I ain't doin' nothin' wrong.
Black by Sevendust
Isabel sat quietly for a second, trying to get in control of the tears that were beginning to welling in her eyes, then she started to slide out of the booth. "You’re right," she whispered, just before standing up. "You didn’t ask. After all, why would anyone want to know what kind of freak I really am." Then, turning, she ran from the restaurant.
Liz and Clark sat in silence until the truck started heading south out of Smallville. It was driving Liz crazy. She had figured the second they got into the truck, Clark would let her have it. However, him not saying a thing was much worse. "You’re mad," she asked quietly, knowing fully that it was a stupid question.
Clark clenched his jaw. "Understatement," he growled, not taking his eyes off the road.
Dropping further into her seat, Liz leaned her head back, closing her eyes and taking a deep sigh. "Then yell, please. Scream at me or there’s a tree over there. You could ram me into it. Just do something."
"What?" Clark snapped back. "Do you want me to tell you that what you did back at Lex’s was uncalled for?"
Liz’s eyes opened and she looked over at her cousin. "Yes," she agreed.
"Okay," Clark said, nodding his head. "What you did back there was insulting. Not only to me, but to Lex, who is my friend. And I asked you not to, but I guess that didn’t matter to you either.
Biting her lower lip through his entire statement, Liz started to feel her good ole guilt truly begin to kick in. "I deserve that. It did matter to me, though. That’s why I…"
"Snuck around," Clark finished for her. "No. You did it because you didn’t trust me. I told you that Lex had nothing to do with Chloe’s supposed spaceship sighting, and it wasn’t enough for you."
"That’s because you’re not telling me everything," Liz bit back slightly. "I know that you’re not being completely honest with me. What’s the matter, you don’t trust me either?"
Clark, who barely realized that he was still driving, swerved off the road. Hearing Liz yelp he brought his foot down hard on the brake, denting the metal floor of the truck. However, Liz didn’t notice. Nope, she was to busy flying forward, then getting snapped back by the seatbelt.
Struggling for a moment to retrieve some of the air that was knocked out of her lungs from the impact with the seatbelt, Liz gasped. Clark glanced over at her, concern lacing his eyes. He didn’t think.
Liz let out half a sigh, half a laugh. "I was kidding about the tree," she exhaled, rubbing her chest.
"I’m sorry," Clark apologized, noticing the bit of pain behind Liz’s eyes. "Are you okay? I swear it wasn’t my intention to nearly kill you."
Liz smiled at him a little. "I’ll be fine," she reassure him. "I’ve been though much worse."
"Like what?" Clark asked.
Liz shrugged her shoulders a bit. "Oh, it’s nothing really."
Clark threw his head back. "God," he exclaimed. "Are we ever going to quit these circles we’re going in, Liz? Just tell me the truth!"
Liz felt the shift of emotion in the air. They were now back on even ground, which meant that she could be angry as hell at the words that just left his mouth. "Very ironic coming from the guy that seems to be hiding just as much as I am."
"It’s not that easy," Clark yelled in frustration, throwing his hands up in the air.
"What makes you think it is for me?" Liz threw back him.
"You have no idea what I’ve been though," he told her.
"Ditto," Liz snapped. "But I can tell you that it is nothing compared to what I have been though."
"Don’t do that," Clark ordered.
"Do what?" Liz questioned.
"That whole ‘you know more that I do’ thing you always do."
"Fine," Liz cried out with her own frustration. "You want to know a secret of mine, I’ll tell you. That woman back at Lex’s… Dr. Imogen Gordon?"
Clark simply nodded his head in a silent compliance.
"She’s an alien," Liz blurted out.
Clark’s eyes grew wide. "You’re kidding, right?"
Liz shook her head. "Completely serious. She did something weird to Lex. One minute he was ready to take away her funding. Then, she went up to him, did some weird thing with her eyes, and the next thing I know, he totally changed his mind."
Taking in everything that Liz was saying, Clark sifted through it, one statement sticking out in his mind. "Weird eye thing?"
"Yeah," Liz said. "She like closed them or something, then I felt all this energy."
"You mean she was flirting with Lex," Clark questioned.
"No," Liz retorted. "It was something alien."
"Like attraction," Clark mentioned, not able to help the teasing tone in his voice.
Liz rolled her eyes. "No. Like an alien mind trick."
"So we’re Jedi now," Clark taunted.
"That’s it," Liz screamed. "I give up." With her anger swelling to the point where it was practically blinding, Liz’s hand fumbled for the door handle.
Clark took a hold of her arm gently. "Where are you going?"
Liz pushed on the door. Hell, she was trying to kick it open. "Getting out of here. Getting away from you. Both. I don’t know. Just let me go."
"It’s too dangerous," Clark made an attempt to reason with her.
Yet, Liz was beyond reason at this point. "Why?" she asked sarcastically, twisting her arm away from her cousin. "Some big bad alien going to get me?"
Clark watched, dumbfounded, as Liz jumped out of the truck, slamming the door shut.
Liz let out a loud chuckle of laughter. "That’s right. You don’t believe me. So what could the threat possibly be?"
Still to shock to speak, Clark just sat there staring at his cousin. He had never seen Liz this beyond reason.
"That’s what I thought," she mumbled, turning to leave. "Tell Aunt Martha that I will be back before dinner. And don’t try to follow me," she ordered.
Liz started to walk away, feeling the gravel of the road under her feet. She heard the truck shift hard in its gears, then the crunching noise as the tiny pebbles on the road gave way as Clark drove away.
Not looking back, Liz kept moving in the opposite direction, letting out a final sigh as she moved past a road sign… Smallville… ½ a mile.
|posted on 19-Jan-2003 1:07:05 PM|
|Howdy everyone... just dropping in for a bit.|
Superman.... Clark has even developed that power yet. This is taking place during the summer that followed the tornado. It might come in to play later, but not at the moment!
|posted on 11-Feb-2003 9:58:39 AM|
I know that it has been forever. I don't know if any of you know (I had posted a note over on the dreamer board) but a couple of weeks ago I had a little accident in which I hurt my knee pretty badly. It's getting better now, and I am better able to take longer times sitting at a desk now, but for a bit I could only stand it for a few minutes on end. That is the reason for the lack of updates.
BUT.... now that it is much better, be expecting the part within the next week or so. I am trying to get back to my stories as soon as I can.
Sorry again for not mentioning it sooner... I hope you all can forgive me. I am such a meanie, espically after everyone bumped me and everything!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!
|posted on 21-Feb-2003 12:10:05 AM|
|See... I said that I would be back soon. Okay, it was a little later than sooner, but what can I say. Life can be a bit wacky at times. I hope that you all like this next part.|
Stick around at the end for a bitty spoiler for the next part.....
I know... I'm evil.
The rain began to drizzle as Liz watched from her corner booth at the Talon. The latte she had bought over an hour ago had grown colder and colder, yet Liz made no motion to drink it. Her mind just kept mulling over this new revelation, both in an attempt to find out how to handle the situation and to keep her mind off Clark.
This is just peachy, she thought to herself. What the hell do I do now? I have to let everyone in Roswell know that there is another alien around. God, could this be one of the aliens Nasedo mentioned?" Then, she remembered the warning from Max’s mother… You will know them from the evil within.
"Drowning your sorrows in caffeine," a voice broke her thoughts.
Liz looked up to find Chloe peering down at her. She couldn’t help the tiny smile that crossed her face as she looked down at the latte. "If I am, I’m not doing a very good job at it."
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
Chloe spied the still full cup of cold coffee. "No, I guess you’re not. Wanna talk about it," she asked, sliding into the booth across from Liz.
No, not rea…" Liz sighed, stopping suddenly. "Has Clark always been this infuriating? I’ve known him almost all my life, and I don’t ever remembering him this…"
"Annoying," Chloe offered.
Liz shook her head. "Not quite the word I was looking for. I was thinking more along the lines of frustrating."
"Ahhh" Chloe said, nodding her head. "Then the answer is yes. So what happened?"
"He didn’t believe me," Liz grumbled, finally lifting the coffee cup to take a sip. "I told him something and he didn’t believe me."
Chloe thought for a moment. "Well, that’s nothing new. Clark doesn’t believe half of the stuff I tell him. What did you say to him?"
"I don’t think I should…" Liz started, but Chloe had already caught on.
I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me
"It’s a secret. Got it. Must be some of that Kent blood in your system," she teased.
Guilt crept up into Liz cheeks, causing them to flush. "I’m sorry, Chloe."
However, Chloe simply waved her hand, effectively hushing Liz. "Oh… don’t worry about it. It’s one of my bad faults."
"What is," Lana interrupted as she passed the table.
"Being noisy," Chloe stated. "You know, being a reporter and all. So…we were just discussing mysterious men," she informed her, moving over so Lana could have a seat.
"Anyone I know," Lana asked, sitting down.
"Think about it. There is only one certain mysterious boy we all happen to know," Chloe hinted.
A look realization appeared on Lana’s face. "Clark."
Liz nodded her head. "Clark," she agreed. "And you know what really bugs me about the whole thing," she begun to rant. "He thinks that his secrets are just for him, but mine are public domain. I’m suppose to tell him everything and he doesn’t have to tell me one damn word. Hypocrite," she scoffed, finally sipping at her latte.
The cold brew pasted through her lips and the taste of the drink caused her to flinch a bit. "Not as good cold," she told the other two girls.
Lana couldn’t help but snickering a bit. "Yeah. Tends to taste more bitter cold, I think." Then, she paused awkwardly for a moment. "So you think he’s secrets too," she asked in a soft whisper.
"Yeah," Liz confessed. "And it is really bugging me that he won’t let me."
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see
"Well, what are your secrets," Chloe chimed in, freezing for a moment when both Lana and Liz turned to look at her. "Sorry," she winced. "I know that it’s not my business, but maybe Clark feels the same way you do about the whole thing."
Liz let out a deep sigh. "Maybe." Pausing for a second, Liz found a slight smile creeping across her lips. "You just had to be the voice of reason, didn’t you Chloe?"
"We’re a fine group," Lana joked, leaning back in the booth.
"Yeah," Liz laughed. "Three girls obsessed about Clark Kent’s secret. We could start a club."
A wicked smile appeared on Chloe’s face as a brilliant idea popped into her head. "And I have the perfect initiation for this kind of club…"
It may sound absurd…but don’t be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed…but won’t you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me
"I want to tell her," Clark exclaimed, pacing back and forth in the living room.
Jonathan and Martha Kent watched their son struggle with the inner conflict, but they were not about to give up. "We can’t," Jonathan explain, stopping Clark’s movements by firmly placing a hand on each shoulder. "Even if we could, it just… it wouldn’t be fair to Lizzie."
Clark moved away from his father, feeling the desperate need to move in order to work out his frustrations. "Dad, Liz and I have never fought this much before."
Martha moved to comfort him, but Clark moved out of her reach. "I know, Clark, but your father’s right…"
"Liz knows me better than anyone," Clark interrupted, "except for you guys. I know she would understand this. I just know it."
Letting out a deep sigh, Jonathan could feel his resolve fading. "Let’s think about this for a while," he offered. "Besides, we have bigger things to worry about. Now, you said that people saw the ship over the corn fields, then it disappeared?"
Shrugging, Clark finally plopped down in a chair. "That’s what Chloe said. I know that Lex brought in some scientist to look at a few of the fields and she thinks it might have something to do with ship."
Up, up and away…away from me
It’s all right…You can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy…or anything…
"Well, we have to go out there," Jonathan thought aloud, ignoring the phone ring in the background. This was just far to important. "We have to find it before they do."
"I know," Clark sighed. "I’ll go out tonight."
Isabel slowly walked into her room, flipping on the light as she did so. Gingerly taking a look around, she notice something wedged into her window. Slowly, she moved across the room, immediately realizing that the object in her window was a letter.
Cautiously, Isabel opened the window, barely managing to catch the piece of paper before it fell outside. Isabel was scribbled across the front of the envelope, and she instantly knew who the author was.
I’m sorry about this afternoon. Never think you’re a freak cause that’s a lie. You’re simply one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. Anyone who says something different is an idiot. After all, I should know. They just crown me their king.
A smile crept across her face, but it quickly disappeared when she started reading the next passage.
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
However, it doesn’t mean I don’t know something is wrong. First Liz leaving, now the way everyone is acting around each other. I wanna know what is going on.
I wanna know what happened after the five of you saved Nasedo.
Deep down, I know it’s the key. It set everything askew here, so I’m off to find the one person who might be able to set it straight. I’m going to find Liz. It’s almost like I need to, that there’s something wrong with her. Besides, I need my best friend, and I have a feeling like she might need me too.
I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
It’s not easy to be me.
"Superman" by Five for Fighting
Don’t worry, I’ll be back. The sooner the better. Farm life really doesn’t suit me. The second Maria mentioned Liz’s aunt, I knew where she was. The Kent’s. Liz always went there when she was little, or her cousin Clark would come here.
Either way, by the time you get this I’ll be on the road. And trust me, when I come back, Lizzie will be in tow.
I’ll see ya soon, Isabel.
Okay..... things are going to start picking up in the next chapter. I promise. Someone's secret gets discovered. And Alex.... he's just all by his lonesome right now... what will happen???!??? HEHEHEHE!
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