|posted on 20-Aug-2002 10:38:58 PM by angeld34|
Rating: PG-13 (I may change it later)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. While I did think up the story idea, and anyone you don't know, that's it.
Summary: Post Graduation
Author's Note: I just had a real hard time accepting the ending of Roswell. I kind of think the gang has more important things that they're capable of than just driving around and doing good. Not that that's not important, I just think there's something else. Also, this is only the second story I've posted, and the first here. If everything's screwed up, I'm sorry, I really have no idea what I'm doing.
“And who is this?” Isabel asked as she pushed several buttons on the black box sitting on the table. As she pushed the final button, an image of a young man with dark hair rose from the box.
The question raised an insolent look from the young woman in front of her; And Isabel could just tell what was going to come next.
So Isabel didn’t have Liz’s abilities to foresee the future, but she had known that the girl wouldn’t give her a straight answer.
“Ana, this is serious. You need to be--”
“Well prepared, and so on and so forth. Isabel, we’ve been over this a hundred times, plus it doesn’t matter. I’ve been preparing for this my whole life. I know what to do and I know what’s expected of me. We don’t need to go over it again.” Ana rebutted.
“This is new information, I need to make sure that you don’t screw up who has what abilities and who--”
“I will not stand by and let you throw the fact that I have been lied to, my entire life, in my face. I know the information you need me to know, and I don’t want to go over it again. Isn’t it time we leave?” Ana asked.
“Yes. Do you have everything you need?” Isabel asked.
“Hmm, let’s see, the clothes on my back, and…oh yeah, me!” Ana turned to walk out the door, her brown hair, which she had recently shortened into a messy bob fly when she changed directions at Isabel’s next words.
“Your journal is in your pocket. I’m not stupid.” Isabel said.
“I can’t help it, it’s a habit. Ke’rn gave it to me.” Ana responded, her blue eyes locking with Isabel’s amber ones, challenging Isabel to force her to give up the one item she had ever been given as a gift.
“Fine, just don’t let anyone but you hear it. It’s encoded to your genes, right?” Isabel relented with a sigh.
“And Ke’rn’s.” She replied. Suddenly Ana stopped in the hallway; she looked at Isabel for a moment before she looked away, and then looked up at her again. Ana was only slightly shorter than Isabel, but Isabel had always thought that Ana had some quality about her that made her seem larger than she truly was. The phrase ‘larger than life’ came to Isabel’s mind.
“What’s wrong?” Isabel asked her, using her eyes to search the younger woman’s face, trying to figure out what Ana was so obviously having trouble stating.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to be gone, and… I don’t want Ke’rn to wait for me. He’ll be 28 in less than two full rotations,” Ana said, using the Antarian way to measure time. One rotation, was equal to the human term for day, a full rotation was a year. There were similar ways for time measure. Although Isabel had learned all of those Antarian terms, it was simply easier to say on hour, instead of 1/24th of a rotation. So she rarely used those terms, but then Ana had been raised as an Antarian.
“So?” Isabel asked, not understanding where Ana was going with her statement.
“Once he reaches 28, he’s required to bond with someone. I want you to make sure that he does complete the bonding on his 28th year of birth, which is required by his station.”
“Ana, I’m sure if you agreed to the promise, and he then told his parents, they would be willing to wait until you returned.” Isabel countered.
“I don’t want him to wait, we don’t know if I am coming back, and I don’t want him waiting for something that may take forever to happen, or may not happen at all.” Ana replied.
“You will be coming back, you and your daughter are going to be back her, safe and sound.” Isabel said, and Ana could see that Isabel wouldn’t even allow the thought of Ana not returning to enter her mind.
“You know that’s the first time you’ve ever let anything slip about what’s going to happen. Ke’rn doesn’t even know that I’m pregnant.” Ana said, “and you’re not going to tell him!”
“I don’t need him following me.”
“We don’t even know if that’s possible.” Isabel interjected.
“Sure we do. He’s the same as me. The same amount of human and Antarian blood flow through our veins.”
“So? Max, Michael, Tess, and I all have the same amount, as well. We’re all equally half human and half Antarian, yet Michael’s never been able to dreamwalk, and I know that I can’t mindwarp.” Isabel replied.
“Not that you’d even want to try to do that, after what Tess did you to you all.” Ana countered. “So in all reality we don’t know for sure, and to be absolutely sure, I don’t want him following if he’s able to. He needs to be here to complete the requirements of his station. Promise me you won’t let him wait. Promise me Isabel!”
Ana and Isabel walked through the hallway quietly for a few moments, before Ana interrupted it.
“Okay, tell me how this is going to work again?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know. Didn’t you just say that you didn’t want to go over all this information again?” Isabel asked.
“It’s either that, or I start thinking about other things. Tell me how it works.”
“The Crystal is already placed in the Granolith, the calculations are already entered, all you need to do is step into the Granolith, and it does all the work. Next thing you know, you should be there.” Isabel answered.
“And how do I get home? The point isn’t to change anything; it’s to prevent the timeline from being changed, right? So how do I get back?” Ana asked her, commenting on the one thing that Isabel had hoped she wouldn’t ask.
“We don’t know, the crystal is on Antar, and you left before we reached Antar.” Isabel replied.
“So I’m supposed to come back, but we have no idea how, right?”
“Yes, but you’ll know. Just like you’ll know when to reveal yourself, and when to tell the truth about everything, you’ll know.” Isabel replied. “The shuttle will take you to it, and you have the directions there, all set?”
“Yeah, Isabel, thanks…for everything.” Ana said, just as she was about to step into the shuttle, Isabel grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.
“Be safe, just because things turned out the way they did when I went through it doesn’t mean it’s going to happen this way around again.” Isabel whispered in her ear.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry.” Ana said in wonder. No matter how long Isabel had been there for her, Isabel had always reminded her of a ice statue. To see Isabel crying now, it was unbelievable.
“Well, remember, I’m the Ice Queen, and a bitch.” Isabel said, a smile cutting through her tears.
“I’ll remember that, by the way, your hair? Awful.”
“Now I know you’re human. Antarians have this awful train of thought that one should never comment on the appearance of anyone else. Especially someone of my station.” Isabel said with a smile as she fingered her long bright red hair. “Besides, I’m only doing it to make my husband crazy. As soon as it succeeds, I’ll change it to something better.”
Ana looked at her for a second longer and then walked through the doors into the shuttle, for the first time in her life, unsure of what her future would bring.
Okay, the rest of the gang will appear in the next part, part 1, but it will still mostly be amount Ana, and then in the next part, part 2, they'll have normal roles from then on. So should I continue? I don't want to take up board space if you guys don't like it.
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|posted on 21-Aug-2002 9:05:13 PM by angeld34|
I am shamefully bumping my own story. Please read and postfeedback, please?
|posted on 26-Aug-2002 7:49:51 PM by angeld34|
|First off, thank you so much for the feedback, roswellluver and Tabasco Liz, it meant so much, and the confusion should lessen as you read more, hopefully, and learn more.|
MoonLily, thank you for not only your feedback, but bumping me, not once, but twice. I can't tell you how happy that made me.
“August 22, 2004. I’ve been following them for nearly four months, and other than it being the most boring four months of my life, very little has happened. I’ve been taking care of any alien threats, which for the most part have not been very bad, course they would probably run from it. I’ve been leaving the FBI threats to them, which they’ve been very good at running away. But Isabel told me…ugggh. Journal, stop.”
Ana gasped as she bent over in pain while another cramp took hold of her, they had been coming more and more often, and she knew that meant she was getting closer to losing her baby. She had spent nearly every spare second examining every molecule of her baby. However, because the baby was still so small it required complete concentration. Something she didn’t have, between keeping her eyes glued to what the group who she was supposed to be watching, and the pain, which was only increasing, she was unable to keep up even the slightest concentration. She hadn’t been able to see any problems yet, in fact the only reason she knew there was a problem was because of the pain.
She had inherited the ability to heal from her father, but she had always had problems trying to heal herself, she guessed the reason she was having so much trouble with her baby was because her baby was a part of her. As the wave of pain stopped, Ana looked up, and swore. While she had been dealing with the pain an alien had gotten close to the group. Ana didn’t know the woman’s name, but she could sense the amount of power, and evil, radiating off of the woman. As close as the woman was to the group, Ana had no choice but reveal herself to the alien, and the group.
It appeared as if the group had been caught unaware. Max had his shield up, barely able to protect the five members of the group. Each time Michael let out a blast towards the woman, who had come with her own group of ‘soldiers’ that were attacking, Max had to let down the shield, which compromised the safety of the group.
Careful to dodge the outer blasts, Ana extended her own shield, a brilliant blue, in contrast to Max’s green, around her entire body. This way she would be able to get through the worst of the fire before she extended the shield around the group. She was trying to keep far enough back so that she wouldn’t be noticed by anyone. Finally she was able to get through the field and step in front of the group.
“What the hell?” Michael swore as he noticed the blue shield surrounding the group.
“Lower your shield, Max.” Ana told him.
“I’m not going…” Max began, but was interrupted by Ana.
“We don’t have time to argue about this. Michael can blast through my shield, but he can’t get through yours. If you lower your shield he can attack them better. It’s just for a little bit, to try and give us a little more advantage.” Ana explained. “Max, you need to trust me in this.”
Max looked back to Liz, trusting his wife’s judgment, when she nodded he dropped his shield.
The blasts continued going back and forth until the woman stopped her men from blasting. They weren’t making any hits through Ana’s shield, but Michael was hitting a few of them.
“You really need to work on your aim, Michael.” Ana told him.
“Yeah, you try it with this blue thing in front of you, and then you can freakin’ lecture me!” Michael retorted.
Ana waited for a while before she decided what she would do. She closed her eyes for a moment while she concentrated on the correct path that would lead her to Max’s brain. ‘Max, I need you to put your shield up now. And no matter what happens, don’t do anything until I tell you it’s okay.’
Max didn’t know how he was hearing her, but Liz had shown her trust in the stranger, so he chose to follow her instructions and put up his shield.
Once Ana saw that his shield was up she began concentrating on making sure that the woman saw what she wanted her to see. She began walking slowly trying to get as close to the woman as possible.
“Who are you?” Ana asked, still making sure that the woman saw what she wanted her to see.
“I am Jaylet. I suggest you remember that name, as I am the one who will be defeating all of you.” Jaylet answered. Her jet-black hair flowing behind her as the wind blew around them.
“Really, you don’t seem to be doing a very good job right now.” Ana retorted. “Who sent you?”
“Keevir. I am his second lieutenant.” Jaylet replied. “You realize that I am only letting you know this so that when you die, the death I am going to give each and everyone of you, you’ll know who is going to get the credit.”
“Well, maybe you should just wait and see if that’s going to happen. Do you know who I am?” Ana asked.
“What does it matter? You’re working with Zan and the others, you’re dead, I really don’t care who you are.” Jaylet replied.
“Well, I was just thinking that you might like knowing the person who blasted your ass out of her.” Ana said. She waited for a second while she saw Jaylet try to figure out what Ana was implying. Suddenly the image that Jaylet had seen, of Ana standing in front of the group with her shield still up, disappeared. Jaylet was now seeing Ana standing only ten feet in front of her, while the group was still at least twenty-five feet away.
Instantly Ana blasted Jaylet, but before the woman hit the ground, her men grabbed her, and the entire group disappeared.
Ana took in a deep breath before she turned to face the group. As she walked back up to them, she noticed that they were all eyeing her warily, obviously unsure as to who she was.
“You’d think these guys would come up with better lines than ‘I’m going to kill you’ yadda, yadda, yadda.” Ana bit her lip for a second, a nervous habit that she’d had for as long as she could remember. As her eyes met with Max’s she noticed that the entire group began dancing in front of her eyes. It took her a second to realize that the group was not dancing in front of her eyes, but instead that it was something wrong with her. She could also see that Max was saying something, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. A second later Ana collapsed as she began feeling the cramping again, the pain too much for her to handle.
“Max, catch her!” Liz cried out.
Please let me know what you think, good or bad.
|posted on 29-Aug-2002 10:37:28 AM by angeld34|
|Bumping. And please post some feedback? Please?|
|posted on 5-Sep-2002 1:11:45 AM by angeld34|