|posted on 6-Jan-2003 10:53:05 PM by sugarplum17|
|Title: Back to the Start|
Authors: sugarplum17 and Sugarplum7
Email Sugarplum17: sugarplum1702⊕yahoo.com
Email Sugarplum7: sugarplmfarie7⊕yahoo.com
Disclaimer: We don’t own the characters. We are only borrowing them for this story, and we promise to return them unharmed when we are done. And the title came from Coldplay’s song “The Scientist.” We don’t own any of the lyrics or the song, and just like the characters, we promise to return it unharmed when we are done.
Rating: No higher than R.
Coupling: Mainly M/L and some CC
Summary: This is in response to sugarplum17’s Challenge #9. We both wanted to really see it written, and we decided that we were going to try and get this done together.
Liz Evans, a young teenage girl, finds herself pulled into a world she would have never dreamed. It is a world that will force he to look at things in a different perspective. Her sister, Isabel Evans, is not what most people would call normal. Her abilities are far beyond a person’s imagination, but Liz loves her nonetheless. They have been close ever since they saw each other.
Max Parker, a soft-spoken teenager, tends to keep to himself. He goes to school and works in his parents’ café, spending any of his free time with his two best friends: Maria Deluca and Alex Whitman. He, much like Isabel, is not normal. But unlike the other Evans girl, has no one to share his secret with-a secret that keeps him at a distance from even his friends and family.
How could the world that we know as Roswell become so askew? How could everything get switched around and flipped on its head? The answers are all on a path that will connect the young teenagers from Roswell in ways they would have never expected. Read on if you wish to discover how it all happened as we take you on a trip Back to the Start.
Authors’ Note: Hi all! We both know that we have some writing to do on other fics that sorely need updating, but we just had to get started on this because it was just poking us to write it. We hope that you enjoy this as much as you have our other stories, and if you are new to us, we hope you find enjoyment in the web we weave.
Oh! Also, neither of us are doctors, and we are not in premed. We tried to make it as believable as we could, but if it seems a little unbelievable, that is why. We tried to go on what we knew, and hoped that it would work for the rest of you all.
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Jeffery Parker rushed from the front of the small apartment to the back, frantically shoving things aside as he looked for his car keys. It seemed that he always misplaced them when he really needed them . . . and boy did he really need them!
It had all seemed like a dream to him. One minute they were laughing about something in the kitchen and suddenly bam! The prospect of becoming a father became all the more real to him. More so than when she first announced that he was going to be. More so than when he witnessed her stomach growing bigger and bigger. More so than when he placed his calloused palm over the smooth stretched out skin and felt the life that grew underneath it. It had become so much more apparent to him that his life was about to change, when his wife’s laughter suddenly cut off and she lurched forward ever so slightly, her hand flying out to grab hold of the nearest object that would steady her while her other hand held the lower half of her rounded belly protectively.
Walking back to the front of the apartment again, he stopped in the center of the living room and inhaled an unsteady breath as he ran a shaky hand through his short dark hair. His eyes briefly scanned the surfaces near by him, looking for his keys, before closing.
Nancy seemed to be in so much pain. It didn’t seem normal, although he knew childbirth wasn’t a walk in the park. It wasn’t even time yet. They still had another five weeks to go. Something about it didn’t feel right, but he attributed that to anxiety.
He wondered if she would make it, but he didn’t let himself dwell on that question for too long. Of course she would survive this. She was strong and women gave birth to early babies all the time. Aside from that, she had to make it because without her he would be lost. To think of a world in which he wasn’t beside her was to think of an alternative universe that simply couldn’t exist. Instead, his thoughts turned to his paternal instincts. Could he really do this? He was only twenty-eight! Was he really ready to be someone’s father?
When they first arrived at the hospital, they had been informed that the baby was in distress. Nancy had started crying through her contractions while she squeezed her husband’s hand like a vice. He had simply sat there, not knowing what to think. He listened numbly as the doctor informed them that they would have to preform an emergency Caesarean Section, or they would lose the baby and possibly Nancy too. That meant cutting through skin, muscle and organ in order to get to the baby.
That meant that Jeff was going to have to wait in the waiting room, because under normal circumstances, he would have been allowed to go in and Nancy would have been allowed to stay awake if she chose to. But, the circumstances weren’t normal. The baby was in distress and in a breeched position. Meaning that it was going to come out feet first if delivered in a normal fashion.
He didn’t know what to think as he sat there in the waiting room. He ignored the other people inside of it, not bothering to hear their hushed conversations. Sitting slumped in the uncomfortable chair, he bounced his knee up and down. He had never felt more helpless. His paternal instincts were kicking in too. All it took was to hear that his offspring, the life he helped to create could be lost.
“Jeff!” A woman from the entrance of the waiting room shouted.
Looking up he realized it was his mother, Claudia. He quickly pushed himself up and made his way over to the door. “Mom, thank god you’re here!”
“Have you heard anything?” She asked him worriedly, taking him into her arms as she did when he was a young boy. He was still her child, and it was the only thing she knew how to do.
He shook his head as he hugged his mother to him. “No. They’re not telling me anything. She’s still in there, and I’m still out here . . . stuck in the waiting room like it’s 1950 instead of 1983.”
“Oh Jeff . . . ” She rubbed his back soothingly before scanning the room. It wasn’t entirely full, but there were quite a few people in there.
“Hey sleepyhead.” Jeff cooed softly as he reached out to stroke his wife’s beautiful red hair.
She stared up at him groggily, before looking around and surveying her surroundings. She had almost believed that it was a dream. Some horrible nightmare that she had concocted as a worst case scenario. But as she looked at the sterile white walls and shifted slightly in bed, she couldn’t help but remember that it wasn’t.
His heart broke as she winced, and he pushed himself off the bed in order to help her into a sitting position. “Be careful.” He softly chided.
“Is the baby okay?” She asked meekly, surprised at how hoarse and groggy her voice sounded. “Is it a girl or a boy?”
Sitting back down on the bed, he picked up her hand and held it tenderly in his. “All they told me when they came to get me in the waiting room was that you were alright and that we had a baby girl.”
“Is she okay?” She looked so worried, so concerned.
He would have told her anything to wipe that look off her face. But all he could offer up was, “I don’t know. The nurse wouldn’t say.”
Looking away from him and toward the door, she began chewing on her lower lip. Something she always did when she was worried. “Something isn’t right. She would be here, in the room with us if she were fine. They would have let you hold her, wouldn’t they?”
Moments later, the door opened slowly and a middle-aged man with gray hair and a long white coat entered the room. The young couple started to feel anxiety knotting together in their stomachs as the looked at the man’s straight face. Wouldn’t he be smiling if there was good news? Was that sympathy that Nancy saw in his green eyes?
“Mr. and Mrs. Parker?” The doctor asked as he looked down at his chart and stepped further into the room. “I’m Dr. Miller. I delivered your daughter.”
“Is she al-” Nancy tried to ask, her worry making her voice crack. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Is she alright?”
“Well, we managed to get her breathing and we’ve stabilized her,” he told them lowering the chart. He hated this part. “But it doesn’t look good.”
He tried not to look at the frail young mother who currently sat on the bed, her hand covering her mouth as she closed her eyes. Instead he focused his attention on the father who looked just as grief stricken.
“We’re going to do everything we can to help her.” The doctor told them sincerely.
“Can we see her?” Jeff asked as he carefully pulled his wife closer to him.
The doctor nodded his head. “She’s in an incubator, and you won’t be able to touch her.”
The Parkers knew that there were other babies getting born at that very moment, but there was something that was about to take place that they would have never imagined. Somewhere else in the hospital there was another couple that was in a similar situation. In a large twist of fate the Evanses and the Parkers will be forever connected on many levels, one of which might never be discovered because of a nurse’s double shift and pounding migraine - two small newborns, both struggling for life, were unknowingly switched long before one met its mortality after only after a few short days of life.
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
Make sure you catch Katie's part, directly after this one!
[ edited 6 time(s), last at 8-Feb-2003 7:07:10 PM ]
|posted on 10-Jan-2003 9:25:30 AM by sugarplum17|
|Thanks for the feedback! Katie and I appreciate it!|
|posted on 17-Jan-2003 1:48:06 PM by sugarplum17|
|Thanks to everyone who gave feedback! Wish I had time to give shout outs but I don't. Here's the part.|
Highway 285 N
Roswell, NM 1989
Isn’t anyone tryin to find me
Won’t someone come take me home
It’s a damn cold night
Tryin to figure out this life
Won’t you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are but I
I’m with you
Scared. That was the first emotion to override any other. She should have waited for them. She shouldn’t have left. She opened her mouth to call out for them, emitting a gurgling sound instead. Her jaw snapped shut as tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks. She had no idea where she was, what she was walking on, or how to get back to the others.
She could feel them though. In the back of her mind, she could feel them. The signal, or the feeling, or whatever it was, it was very weak. She had tried to call out to them in her mind, but she couldn’t . . . remember how. When she had been in the cave, talking to them in her mind had been easy. It had come completely natural to her. But now that she was outside - away from them - and a few hours older than she was before . . . she was starting to forget things.
Scooting away from the thing that pricked her earlier, she hesitantly reached out to touch a large . . . thing. She had named it earlier, in her head, but she couldn’t remember what she had called it. Her thoughts were so jumbled that it was starting to disorient her.
A cloud of dust rose into the air, causing her to cough, as she plopped down and rested her back against the rough surface of the thing. Her legs and feet were tired from walking so much. There was nothing left for her to do but sit there and cry.
Her eyes kept shifting from the open road that stretched out in front of them, illuminated by the headlights, to the rearview mirror. A small smile splayed across her lips as she caught sight of the doe-eyed angel that sat safely buckled up in a car seat. The little girl’s brown head was lolling from side to side, and Diane Evans bit her lip to suppress the giggle that threatened to escape.
It looked as though Liz was trying to decide which side of the car seat she should lean her head against, and the thought-made Diane want to giggle even more. Shifting her gaze once again, Diane focused on the radio, thinking some soft music might lull her restless daughter Elizabeth to sleep.
It would have worked too if Liz hadn’t been fighting it so hard. Her brown doe eyes were as big as saucers as she jerked her head up and stared out of the window. Her mom and dad wanted her to go to sleep, but she wasn’t tired. Being uncomfortable in the baby seat wasn’t helping her much either, but her parents insisted she sit in it for safety reasons, even though she was getting too big for it.
Resting her head against her car seat’s head rest, Liz watched the desert tableaux roll past her. Despite being tired, she felt an odd sense of excitement to which she attributed to being near home. Absently, she started to kick her foot until her father’s deep and unexpected voice startled it still.
It was the tone in his voice that made her stop. That parental warning tone. “Liz.” She’d been told many times not to kick her dad’s seat.
“Sorry.” She mumbled as she turned her head toward the window again, taking in the desert scene once again.
She vaguely heard her mother say something about a bunny being in the road and completely ignored the fact that the car was slowing down. Something else had already caught her attention. She twisted as best she could in her car seat to see behind the car. She knew that her six-year-old mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. She was sure that she had seen a figure peaking out from behind a rock. The headlights had flickered over the spot momentarily as they had been approaching, and she was sure she had seen a face.
“Daddy stop!” She yelled dramatically, pressing her palm to the window.
“I didn’t hit the bunny!” He exclaimed, slightly startled by his daughter’s alert voice.
“Stop! Stop daddy!” She yelled again from the back seat.
“Philip just stop.” Diane rubbed her forehead wearily. Her daughter cared so much for animals. Weeks ago, Liz had found a bird on the ground in their back yard, its wing broken. She spent night and day with that bird, nursing it back to health as best she could. “Just let her make sure.”
Obeying his wife’s command, he pulled the car to the side of the road and undid his seat belt. His daughter was already out of her car seat, having learned months ago how to get herself out of it, much to the chagrin of her parents.
She had already thrown the door open and was hopping out of the car by the time that her dad opened his car door. She took off running as fast as her little legs would carry her toward the spot where he had missed hitting the bunny.
“Lizzie!” He called out to her. “You passed the spot kiddo.”
She didn’t care that her dad was calling her. She ignored him completely, her mother too when she got out of the car to call to her. She ran toward the rock. She felt like she had to find what was over there, because she knew that something was. It was almost as if a force beyond herself was guiding her there. She slowed her pace when she neared the rock, creeping cautiously toward it
“Hello?” She whispered. “I saw you already. You can come out.”
From the side of the rock, a head slowly came into view. It was a girl, that much Liz could tell. Her hair had been crudely chopped to her chin. She looked scared, as if she had just seen the boogie man.
“It’s okay.” Liz tried to make her voice sound as soothing as her mother’s always was when she was scared. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
She didn’t understand. There were sounds in her ears, but she couldn’t understand them. They were muffled and confusing. She tried to open her mouth, but a gurgle escaped again. Ashamed, she closed her mouth and looked away.
“What’s the matter?” Liz asked, confused by the gurgling sound the girl had made. “Can’t you talk?”
The look that the girl gave her, almost broke Liz’s heart and without thinking about what she was doing, or about her parents, she stretched out her arm and offered her hand to the girl. “Go on, take it. I won’t hurt you.” She explained softly. She didn’t fully comprehend the fact that if the girl couldn’t speak she probably couldn’t understand either.
“What’s that?” Diane asked, clutching her husband’s sleeve in her hand. They had stood a few feet away to give their daughter some privacy with whatever wounded animal she had found this time. Liz didn’t like to be smothered when she was trying to nurse something, and she had claimed that the animals were scared of old people.
He squinted through the dark, trying to see what was coming out from behind the rock, prepared to sprint and to whisk his daughter away from a potentially dangerous animal if he had to. His mouth dropped when he was able to make out what it actually was. It looked like . . . a child!
His feet were moving him toward the little girls before he even realized it. Diane, who was still clutching his sleeve, was right beside him. He glanced at her sideways, seeing shock and bewilderment on his wife’s beautiful face. She had realized what he had. Their daughter had found a little girl.
“Don’t be scared.” He heard his daughter coo. “That’s mom and dad.”
Her statement didn’t even register in his mind as he looked at the naked little girl holding her hand. She definitely did look frightened. Who would abandon a naked little girl in the desert?
His gaze shifted to his daughter Liz, and he wondered how she had even seen this foundling in the dark. He looked down lovingly, into her wide doe eyes and smiled. She was looking up at him in that innocent way, the way she did when she wanted something from him. He knew what was coming next, because it came after Liz found anything wounded and alone on the side of the road.
“Can I keep her?”
Won’t you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don’t know who you are but I
I’m with you
|posted on 18-Jan-2003 2:16:02 PM by sugarplum17|