posted on 30-Nov-2001 8:50:57 AM by Cole
This is my first Roswell fic, so please let me know what you think!

Happy Reading.

Ch 1.

Liz stared over at the students matriculating into their high school, her high school, too although it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Liz was at best a visitor and an uninvited one at that.

She’d been gone for three weeks this time, dealing with doctors and appointments and supposed miracle cures. She didn’t believe any of it, she hadn’t for years, there was no cure and there never would be. But try convincing her mother of that.

The first bell rang and Liz made her way inside the school, deposited her other subjects into her locker before grabbing her English assignments and heading to class.

Liz put her assignments on the teacher’s desk. She was used to this, first thing she always did when she came back was hand in her make-up assignments. She quickly found a seat at the back of the classroom and sat down dreading what was coming next. It happened every time.


Liz’s head shot up not at all pleased with the attention. The entire class had stopped and turned to look at her. Liz ignored the stares and glared at the teacher.

“It’s so good to have you back, I hope your feeling better.”

Liz nodded and mumbled a “thanks” before the teacher finally began the class. That was the worst thing about coming back. If she could just go from class to class handing in her assignments and doing her work she’d be fine. She was used to that, she was used to being alone and people ignoring her, but when her teacher’s made a point of welcoming her back every time she was away it was like a neo sign above her head screaming LOOK AT ME, I’M SOMETHING YOU NEED TO PITY! She knew the teachers meant well, but the looks that came with welcome back. If they weren’t full of pity, which was rare than they were of scorn. The other students tended to get really irritated with her, she missed class all the time and the teachers only aggravated the situation. It was obvious that the rules didn’t apply to Liz, assignments could be turned in late, and she could miss class, be late, anything. They on the other hand had to abide by every one of the schools rules. Granted many didn’t but they didn’t get away with it.

Once Ms. Becker started teacher the class most of the stares and looks had dissipated but the few remaining Liz just glared at.

She was quite the picture; her long brown hair was tied in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. She was wearing skintight black jeans and black tank top; on each shoulder she had tattoos of Chinese writing.

It hadn’t always been like this, there was a time when she talked to people, when she tried desperately to fit in, when she’d cried herself to sleep every night because she didn’t. Of course that had been before and Liz would never go back there.

From the other side of the room Max Evan’s watched as this strikingly beautiful girl stared everyone in her path down. Her body language was screaming for people to leave her alone. But there was something there…

“Okay, you’re drooling Max.”

Max’s head shot over to his sister who was giving him a pitying look.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for recluse girl over there.” Isabel asked trying to read Max.

“First I’m not falling for her, and second she just seems lonely.” Max said quietly turning his eyes back to Liz.

Isabel rolled her eyes. “Whatever, if that girl is lonely, which I highly doubt, she’s only got herself to blame, she never talks to anyone, she’s always coming and going. Face it Max the girl is creepy.”

Max gave Isabel a pointed look as Isabel shrugged her shoulders and looked away.

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posted on 30-Nov-2001 7:55:36 PM by Cole
Hey, thanks for all your replies, they mean so much! Everyone will be in this fic. But as for Isabel, Max and Michael being aliens I haven’t decided, but I am leaning that way. As for the rest you’re going to have to read to find out. LOL

Happy Reading

CH 2

Liz made her way up the back steps to her parent’s apartment. All she wanted to do was lay on her bed and listen to mind numbing music. She was absolutely furious with her mother, not that it made any difference. The after school crowd would be downstairs any time. Liz didn’t work at the Crash Down she had enough to deal with, with school. Liz sat down on her bed ready to scream, she had a hard enough time, she didn’t need to deal with her mother’s lies.

“Screw this,” Liz finally said and headed downstairs.

She found her mother wiping down the counter and waiting for Michael and Maria to arrive for their shifts.

“Mom, I need to talk to you.”

Nancy Parker looked up with concern. “Are you feeling all right? I knew you should not have gone back so soon-“

“I feel fine, or that is until I talked to one of my teachers who told me how sorry she was when she heard the news. Funny thing was I had no idea what she was talking about. But something tells me you know exactly what she was talking about, don’t you?”

Nancy had gone back to cleaning the counter, she avoided Liz’s gaze and smiled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about sweet heart.”

Liz glared at her mother finally losing it. “Since when do I have a freaking lump in my breast?”

Liz felt eyes on her and knew people were behind her and worse that they had heard. She slowly turned and saw Michael and Maria. “Great” Liz rolled her eyes and turned back to her mother. “I’d like to speak with you in the back.” She turned on her heel and stormed through the kitchen door.

Nancy turned to Michael and Maria trying to smile. “Sorry about that, Liz is a little upset… just get started and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Maria nodded as she watched Mrs. Parker go after her daughter. She turned to Michael. “That was weird.”

Michael shrugged, “you know things get tense when Liz is around.”

Maria nodded that was defiantly true, Mr and Mrs. Parker were great people but strange.


Liz stared a death glare at her mother, “why would you tell my teacher that the doctors found a lump in my breast” Why would you do that?”

“I wasn’t sure how things would be for you after being gone so long, I just wanted them to go easy on you. I didn’t do anything wrong.” Nancy said returning Liz’s gaze.

Liz stared exasperated. “I’d say lying was doing something wrong! We both know I don’t have any lumps. I’m sick of your lying and interfering, I have enough going on…” Liz stopped not knowing how to reach her mother, it was clear she didn’t think she did anything wrong and she never would.

“I was just trying to help you! I won’t do it again.” Nancy said in a huff as she stood up and went back to the front of the restaurant.

Liz groaned if only that were true, but she knew her mother would always do things like this.


Liz couldn’t sleep she kept wanting to go into her parents room and strangle her mother. She needed to get out. Liz was out her window without a second thought and headed down the streets of Roswell.

Things had pretty much always been like this with her mother. When Liz was little she had taken comfort in her mother’s protectiveness. It was safe and there were so many scary things in the world.

When she was five she had gotten sick, no one had believed her of course, but that was only because the incompetent doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her. By the time they did she was almost blind and two years had passed. Two years filled with unbearable headaches. When she was seven they’d found they problem. Pressure on her brain, which needed to be released or she’d go blind and eventually die. So them came the operations four in three years. Her parents being there every step of the way and Liz missing out on school and life. After the operations she was told she was better, so when the headaches persisted she was of course faking again. Of course no one actually said that. It was more implied. Her mother had done her part by dragging Liz to every doctor within five states. They tried everything and Liz was fine with that until she was fourteen and her appendix burst. They had to take it out, and they also had to take out the thing that was regulating the pressure in her brain.

Of course they told her that she didn’t need it any more, she was fine. Even when the unbearable pain came back and Liz could not even sit up, they told her she was fine and she just needed to get up and stop being lazy.

Of course they’d finally done the right tests and realized that Liz had been right all along. The operated again and sent Liz home, all better of course. But now her eyes hurt from nearly going blind again and her headaches were worse. But she knew no one would listen to her.

Then there had come the turning point in her life. Liz Parker had overdosed on her medication. One night when she was especially numb she had gone into the bathroom and taken all of her pills. Trouble was she didn’t know how dangerous they were. She woke up four days later in the hospital. The doctors said it was a suicide attempt and tried to sic a therapist on her. But Liz knew what it was it was her taking her life back.

Ever since then, she’d ignored her mother; she’d stopped trying to fit in. She was who she was. That was it and people would just have to Goddamn deal with it. Her mother had not been happy. Liz stopped going to the doctor’s appointments, she stopped trying to find a “cure” Liz knew when things went wrong in her body, really wrong. And she knew that the rest of the time nothing could be done and she’d be damned if she was going to live her life in a doctor’s office.

Liz sat down on one of the swings in front of her, she loved swings, she felt like she was flying, like she was free. Which is how Max Evans found her at 2:30 in the morning flying through the air in the local park in the dead of night.

posted on 3-Dec-2001 8:18:01 AM by Cole

Thanks again for all the replies, they feed my fingers! LOL

CH 3

Liz swung higher and higher, farther and farther away from the rest of the world. From life, from pain, from everything. Then with one giant leap she jumped off the swing into nothingness. Caring if she got hurt was the furthest thing from her mind she just wanted to fly.

But then she landed, like she always did. The abrupt hardness of the gravel brought tears to her eyes and before Liz knew it she was crying.

Max had watched her go higher and higher, she seemed to be trying to get away from something, and then abruptly she let go. He heard her land and than he heard her tears. Max started towards her immediately. “Are you all right?”

Liz looked up surprised to find that she wasn’t alone. Her surprise quickly turned to anger at being seen at her weakest. “What are you, my keeper?”

Max paused for a minute, not sure what to say. “I… I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt.”

Liz didn’t say anything she was trying to get her tears under control. She couldn’t believe that some complete stranger was sitting here watching her cry. No one saw her cry. “How long have you been here?’ She finally asked.

Max had been feeling more stupid by the second when he heard her quiet question. “Only a few minutes. I was walking and I saw you swinging.”

Liz looked at him strangely. “Why were you out walking? Do you know what time it is?”

Max smiled at her. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Point taken.” She answered.

Max held out his hand to her. “Let me help you up.”

Liz looked at Max. He was standing over her in the moonlight with his hand outstretched towards her like some perfect thing.

She was taking such a long time and staring at him so intently that Max took his hand and brought it to his face and inspected it, than reached out for Liz again. “I don’t think it bites.” He finally said.

Liz nodded as if she heard him but not what he said Max thought. But once Liz was up he quietly heard her say.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Liz looked around the playground for a minute and than began walking off in a direction leaving Max staring after her.

Max made a split second decision and began walking with her.
“What are you doing?” Liz asked staring straight ahead.

“Walking you home.”

“How do you know I’m going home?”

“I don’t.” Max answered.

Liz stopped and turned to him. “Than what are you doing?” she asked again.

“You shouldn’t be walking around in the middle of the night by yourself.”

“It’s Roswell, I’ll be fine. I always am.”

Liz turned and began walking again as did Max. “Your not going to go away, are you?” She finally asked him.

“No, so do you always do this?” Max asked.


“Go for midnight strolls.”

Liz stopped walking having arrived at the Crash Down. “Only when I want to, I’m home now so you did your duty.” Liz said suddenly feeling very tired and feeling a headache coming on.

Max looked at her; she seemed to be in pain. “Are you all right?”

Liz began walking up the stairs that led to her parent’s apartment. “I’m fine. See ya around Bullwinkle.”

Max stared after her watching her go inside. “Bullwinkle?!”