|posted on 24-Jul-2002 8:17:47 AM by BaBee_ImaJyn|
Title: Teenage Spy
Catergory: not really sure yet whos gonna be with who
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Roswell or Stormbreakersif I did I wouldnt be here
Summary: Liz's guardian dies she founds her world turned upside down a few years down the line she's on a mission where she meets the podsquad
Note: Liz never grew up in Roswell oowwww and a little taller to and she has a Maria type of hair style from eppy 1
P.S: bear with me im a fanfic writer virgin ppl plus a lot of the stuff in the beginning is from the book Stormbreakers and any kind of feedback is kewl
Liz Ortecho was awoken by the sound of the door bell her eyebrows scrunched together and her eyes jerked open but for a moment she stayed completely still in her bed lying on her back with her head resting on the pillow
she heard a bedroom door open and a creak of wood as somebody went downstairs while the bell rang a second time
she glanced over beside her where the time glared 3.02 a.m. in bright glowing red at her there was a rattle as someone opened the locks of the front door
she rolled out of the bed and walked over to the open window the moonlight spilled over her face Liz was fourteen with short dyed blood red hair and stood tall over most girls and boys her age with a body of a athlete with her olive tan skin her eyes were brown and curious
Liz looked out down where there was a police car parked outside and two men who were standing in the front door the porch light went on at the same time the door opened
"no im the house keeper what is it? whats happened?"
"this is the home of Mr Jeff Ortecho?"
"I wonder if we could in ......."
and Liz already knew from the way the police officers stood there awkward and unhappy but she also knew from the tone of their voices, funeral voices the sort of voices people use when they come to tell you someone close to you has died
she went to the her door she could hear the two police officers talking down the hall but only some words reached her
".............a car accident ..........called the ambulance .......intensive care .............nothing anyone could do ...........so sorry"
the next day Liz sat at the kitchen table trying to make sense of what happened her uncle Jeff Ortecho was dead. driving home his car had been hit at a corner while turning and he had been killed almost instantly he hadn't been wearing a seat-belt the police said otherwise he might have had a chance
Liz thought of the man who was her only living relative for as long as she could remember she never knew her parents they had died in a plane crash a few weeks after she was born she had been brought up by her uncle Jeff and had spent most of her fourteen years in the same house in London
but only now Liz realized just how little she knew about the man a banker Jeff was always travelling a quiet private man who liked good wine, classical music, and books who didnt seem to have girlfriends or any friends for that matter
he had kept himself fit had never smoked and had dressed expensively but that wasn't a picture of a life it was a thumbnail sketch
"are you all right Liz?" a young women had asked she was in her late twenties with blonde curly hair with icy blue eyes and pail skin ahe sometimes reminded Liz of a gerbil Tess Harding was Australian she had come to london as a student seven years ago rented a room in the house with some baby-sitting duties and had
stayed on to become house keeper and one of Liz's closest friends. Liz nodded
"what do you think will happen?" she asked
"what do you mean?"
"to the house, to me, to you"
"I dunno" Tess shrugged "I guess Jeff will have made a will he'll have instructions"
"maybe we should look in his office"
"yes but not today Liz lets take one step at a time"
Jeff's office was running the full length of the house high at the top it was the only room that was always locked Liz had only been up there 4 times never on her own when she was younger she had fantasized that there might be something strange up there like maybe a time machine or a UFO but it was only an office with a desk a couple of filing cabinets, shelves full of paper and books
bank stuff thats what Jeff said Liz wanted to go up there now because it had never been allowed
"the police said he wasnt wearing a seat-belt" Liz said turning to Tess
she nodded "yeah thats what they said"
"doesn't it that seem strange to you? you know how careful he was he always wore his seat-belt he wouldn't even drive me round the corner without making me put mine on"
Tess thought for a moment then shrugged
"yea its strange" she said "but that must have been the way it was why would the police have lied?"
the day dragged on Liz hadn't gone to school even though, secretly she had wanted to, she would have preferred to escape back into normal life the clange of bells the crowds of familiar faces
instead of sitting there trapped inside the house but she had to be there for the visitors who came throughout the day one of who were from the bank
"all of us at Royal & General and deeply shocked"
he was in his thirties wearing a polyester suit with a tie he had the sort of face you forgot even while you were looking at it and had introduced himself as Dan from personnal
"but if theres anything we can do........."
"what will happen?" Liz asked
"you dont have to worry" Dan said "the bank will take care of everything that's my job you leave everything to me"
when the day of the funeral arrived Liz found herself dressed in black preparing to leave in a black car that had come from nowhere surrounded by people she had never seen or met
a grave had been dug close to the lane that ran across the cemetery and as the service began a black Rolls-Royce pulled up the back door opened and a man got out Liz watched as he walked forward and stopped
Liz shivered there was something about the man that made her skin crawl and yet he seemed ordinary to look at grey suit, grey hair, hrey lips, grey eyes his face expressionless the eyes behind his square spectacles completely empty maybe thats what disturbed Liz
whoever he was seemed to have less life than anyone in the cemetery above aor below ground
"that's Mr Pierce" the personnel whispered leaning to her
"he's the chairman of the bank"
Liz looked past Pierce and over to the Rolls-Royce two more men had come with him they were wearing identical suits with sunglasses both watching the funeral with the same grim faces Liz looked back and forth at the men and Pierce
had they really known Jeff Ortecho? why had she never met any of them before and why did she find it so difficult to believe that any of them really worked for a bank she turned her attention back to the service
".......a good man a patriotic man he will be missed"
the words struck Liz as od, patriotic man? that meant he loved his country but as far as she knew Jeff Ortecho barely spent any time in it she looked around and saw Pierce making his way to her
"you must be Liz my name is Alan Pierce your uncle often spoke of you"
"thats funny" Liz said "he mentioned you"
the chairmans lips twitched briefly "we'll miss him he was a good man"
"what was he good at? he never talked about his work"
suddenly Dan was there "your uncle was the overseas finance manager Liz" he said
"he was respnsible for our foreign branches you must have known that"
"I know he travelled a lot" Liz said " and I know he was very careful about things like seat-belts"
"well sadly he wasn't careful enough" Pierce's eyes focused into Liz's own she
felt like she was pinned down like an insect under a microscope "I hope we'll meet again" he said while tapping a finger on the side of his face "yes......."
then turned and went ti his car
as he was getting into his car Liz saw the driver leaning across to open the back door and his jacket fell open revealing not just his shirt underneath he was wearing a leather holster with an automatic pistol strapped inside Liz saw it even as the man realizing what
happened quickly straightened up and pulle his jacket across his chest Pierce had seen it too he turned back and looked at Liz again she saw some emotion slither across his face then got in the car taking off
a gun at a funeral? why? why would bank managers carry guns
"lets get out of here" suddenly Tess was at her side "cemeteries give me the creeps"
"yes and quite a few creeps have turned up" Liz muttered
as they made their was home turning into their street Liz noticed a removals van parked outside their house the words STRYKER & SON painted on its side
"what's that doing..........?" Liz began
at the same moment the van shot off the wheels skidding on the road Liz said nothing as Tess unlocked the door and let them in but while she went into the the kitchen to make some tea Liz looked quickly round the house a letter
that had been on the hall table now lay on the floor a door that had been half-open was now closed tiny details but Liz's eyes missed nothing somebody had been in the house she was sure of it
she wasn't certain until she got to the top floor the door to the office which had always, always been locked was unlocked now Liz opened it and went in the room was empty Jeff Orteco was and now so had everything else
anything that might have told her about the dead man's work had been taken
"Liz.....!" Tess called
liz took one last look around the forbidden room wondering about the man who once worked there then closed the door and went back downstairs
with Hamersmith Bridge just ahead of her Liz left the river and swung her bike through the lights and down the hill towards Brookland school the bike was a Condor Junior Roadracer custom-built for her on her twelfth birthday it was a teenagers bike
with cut-down Reynolds 531 frame but the wheels well full-sized so she could ride at speed with hardly any rolling resistance she spun past a Mini and cut through the school gates
she double-locked it in the shed and went into the yard Brookland was new comprehensive red brick and glass modern and ugly Liz could have gone to any of the smart private schools around the area but her uncle had
decided to send her here he said it would be more of a challenge
the first lesson of the day was maths when Liz walked into the classroom the teacher Mr Donovan was already chalking up a complicated equation on the board as Liz took her place near the back wondering how she was going to get through the lesson how could she possibly think about algebra when therewere so many
other questions churning through her mind the gunat the funeral, the way Pierce had looked at her, the van with STRYKER & SON written on the side, the empty office, and the biggest question of all the one detail that refused to go away
the seat-belt but of course he had
Jeff Ortecho had never been one to give lectures he had always said Liz should make up her own mind about things but he'd this thing about seat-belts the more Liz thought about it the less she believed it a collision going round a corner
suddenly she wished she could see the car at least the wreckage would tell her the truth that the accident had really happened that Jeff Ortecho really died that way
Liz looked up and realized everyone was staring at her Mr Donovan had just asked her something she quickly scanned the blackboard taking the figures
"yes sir" she said "x equals seven and y is fifteen"
the maths teacher sighed "yes Liz you're absolutely right but actually I was just asking you to open the window"
somehow she managed to get through the day but by the finale bell her mind was made up while everyone else streamed out she made her way to the secretary's office and borrowed a copy of the yellow pages
"what are you looking for?" the secretary asked Jane Bedfordshire was a young women in her twenties and had always had a soft spot for Liz
"Breakers yard......" Liz flicked through the pages "if a car got smashed up near the Old Street they'd take it somewhere near by wouldn't they?"
"I suppose so"
"here......" Liz had found the yard listed under 'Car Dismantlers' but there were dozens of them fighting for attention over four pages
"is this for a school project?" the secretary knew Liz had lost a relative but not how
"sort of......." Liz was reading the adresses but they told her nothing
"this one's quite near Old Street" Miss Bedfordshire pointed at the corner page
"Wait!" Liz tugged the book towards her and looked at the entry underneath the one the secretary had chosen
J.B STRYKER it said Liz recognized the name J.B Stryker she thought back to the van she had outside her house on the day of the funeral STRYKER & SON of course it might just be a coincidence but it was still somewhere to start she closed the book
"I'll see you Miss Bedfordshire"
"be careful how you go" the secretary watched Liz leave wondering why she had said that maybe it was her eyes dark and serious there was something dangerous there then the telphone rang and she forgot her as she went back to work