posted on 27-Dec-2001 11:47:41 AM by dreamangel
Title: Like Father, Like Son
Author: Nicole
Disclaimer: Roswell doesn't belong to me. Damn it!
Category: M/T, M/L, B/L, B/K, K/V, K/I (you'll figure it out, but it's actually CC)
Summary: Read and find out.


He wasn't really aware of anything except her voice, her sweet voice, reverberating in his head. She had told him to wake up. How was he to do that?

So now he was here, staring up at the night sky, the billions of twinkling lights surrounding Earth as well as his home. But wasn't Earth his home? He knew he had tried to make it his home, tried to belong, but everything was falling apart, and now he was lost and confused.

He heard another voice, not her voice, but one he was beginning to find comforting. One that often told him about home, one that helped him see home. The place where he had once belonged. Did he belong there now?

"Max?" He turned his head, near tears, and she was there. She was always there, ready to comfort and sympathize. Like Liz used to be.

But she wasn't Liz. In fact, she was the exact opposite of Liz. Maybe that's what he needed now. Maybe...

Maybe she could help him wake up.

The skin to skin contact was odd. How had he ended up naked? How had she ended up naked? Why was the floor so damn hard?

He opened his eyes and smiled, Liz was kissing him. Making love to him. He knew it was Liz, it had to be, he wouldn't be loving anyone but Liz.

She smiled at him, brown eyes sparkling, though for a second he swore they were blue, but no...

"Max..." she cried as her orgasm hit, sending him spiraling after her. He remained in the pleasure shrouded haze for nearly an hour. Was that normal? he wondered as he fell asleep.

He opened his eyes, very, very sore, and looked down. To say he was surprised was an understatement. About the biggest understatement since the forming of the Universe.

Tess. Tess was naked. In his arms. What was Tess doing naked in his arms? That wasn't right, Liz should be with him. Only Liz. Why wasn't she here?

Memory hit like a ton of bricks. Liz was in Sweden, very likely exposing them. He was angry at her, had issued an ultimatum. One that hadn't gone his way. He had tried to make her choose between him and the truth.

She had chose truth.

So he had wound up at the observatory and eventually wound up in Tess. That wasn't right. He had been remembering things from his past, and she had been helping.

He remembered how much he had loved her. How much Zan loved Ava. For a time at least.

He remembered how quickly his infatuation with her had ceased, leaving him stuck in a marriage with a woman he didn't love. He had always been kind to her though, never let her think, even for a moment, that his adoration of her had ended.

She woke suddenly, and said, "Morning." He smiled and nodded, waiting until she was clinging to him again before allowing his face to show actual emotion again.

He didn't want this.

He felt so awkward. He didn't know how to act around Tess anymore. Before he had acted as though she were his friend, and that had become true.

But how was he supposed to act now? She wanted more, expected more. After all, they had just had sex. A step forward would be natural. Right?

So he took her hand. Trying to forget the difference between being her boyfriend and being Liz's. When he had been Liz's, touching her had been as essential as breathing, but touching Tess...It just wasn't that appealing.

Holy shit!

Tess was pregnant with his child. That wasn't right either. Nothing about this thing was right. He couldn't conceive a child with someone he didn't love. Weren't there, like, Laws of Nature prohibiting such an act?

But he had been thinking of his love at the time. He had been thinking of Liz, wishing for Liz, as he had sex with Tess. Maybe the whole thing had just manifested itself into a child.

A child that should be he and Liz's.

He loved his son. He did. How could he not? There was a tiny, infinitely precious being that he had helped make. It was a part of him, a better part maybe.

The fault was entirely his own that the boy would have the wrong mother.

Liz. Always his thoughts returned to Liz. She hadn't left. She had stayed, she had been in Roswell while he had been doing what he had been doing with Tess. The thought nauseated him.

He'd yelled at her again. He'd been doing that a lot lately. So much that it didn't seem like it was him. He had hurt her too, grabbed her arm so hard...He hadn't even been conscious of it.

Why was he projecting his self hate toward her? She didn't need that. She had enough to deal with with Alex's death, she didn't need a psychotic stalker too. Especially not one who had betrayed her.

But she had betrayed him, a small voice argued.

He suppressed it instantly. That train of thought only led to more conflict between his heart and head. One arguing what he saw and the other what he knew. He was confused enough. He didn't need that.

What he needed was a focal point. What he needed was a clear truth to concentrate on. And the only reliable thing right now was his son.

He'd focus on keeping him safe.

His son was dying! The thought nearly paralyzed him. When he had seen Tess fall...

He hadn't been concerned for her, he couldn't bring himself to be, but the baby...

And now this...

No. God, please, no! Don't take his son from him. He needed him, like he needed Liz. And if he couldn't have both he needed at least one.

God, please...

Why was he praying? He didn't believe in God. How could something he didn't believe in help? He didn't know, but he'd take whatever he could get right now. Too much was happening.

Alex had translated the book. She had been right, and she hadn't rubbed it in, she just helped. And now they could go home. To a planet they had never seen before except in blurred memories.

He wasn't sure he wanted to go. Before it had seemed like salvation, but now...Liz was in Roswell. Could he leave Liz?

He had too, for his son. Everything had to be for his son now. Even caring for Tess.

They had a month before he was born, and they had to get off the planet before then. He could die if they didn't, and that wasn't an option. His son had to live.

So they were using the information Liz had provided unhesitatingly and using the Granilith and going home. Where he would be King and Tess would be Queen and they would save the planet from Kivar's tyranny and his son would be safe.

He had 24 hours. 24 hours in which to accomplish everything. He had to find a murderer, he had to apologize to Liz, he had to comfort Isabel, say good-bye to his parents, and figure out a way to explain their disappearances.

And he had to tell Liz about he and Tess.

He wanted to die.

He told her. Finally. He had felt so sick, and the look on her face…

The betrayal there.

He knew what his face must have looked like when he had seen her in bed with Kyle.

She hadn't slept with Kyle! The joy he felt soared high, so high, above this tiny world, and then came crashing back down. He couldn't do anything about it now.

Tess was pregnant and he had to leave. He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay and do everything over, make everything up to her. But he couldn't.

He gave her his pendant, the one that meant home, and they said good-bye, and she asked him if he loved her.

"Not like I love you."

Yet another understatement. Tess was carrying his child, but she wasn't Liz. She'd NEVER be Liz. How could he love her? He couldn't ever love her like he loved Liz. Liz was his everything, his sun, his moon, his sky, his earth, his air, his stars, his love, his heart, his soul, his home...

And he was leaving her.

Michael was staying. Good. One of them should follow their heart. Now at least they had someone to protect the others. To protect Liz.

But he was going. He and Isabel and Tess. And his son...

Tess killed Alex.

Tess killed Alex.

Liz had told him, Kyle had backed her up, when only a week ago Kyle had been backing Tess. The memory of that confrontation was like a whip to his back. But Tess had been messing with everyone's heads.

Messing with their lives.

Couldn't she understand that life mattered? Everyone's lives...But no. She was too alien, and she expected him to be like that too. She had actually had the nerve to call Liz a bitch.

His sweet, loving Liz a bitch. He had wanted to kill her then. But life was precious, even hers, and she was his friend, the mother of his child.

She was so quick to point that out, even as she informed him of her betrayal. She was going to deliver his son to Kivar and kill him and his family off.

And she expected him to love her?!

She dared him to kill her. He would have too, but he couldn't risk his son. So he had let her go, taking his son with her.

He had to stay for the chance to save him. He needed to live to save him. He had to stay with Liz, he needed her right now.

She looked at him, and he looked at her, and he told her the truth.

"I've been really wrong about a lot. But I was right about one thing: To get you into my life, to be around you, to love you."

She let him hold her close, like he'd desperately been wanting to do since last summer when she'd run from him. He'd fix things now.

He was finally beginning to wake up.

"What happens now, Max?"

"I have to save my son..."


This wasn’t anything like she’d expected it to be. The planet was beautiful, just like she’d remembered it. She’d visited the lake yesterday. She had sat on the out cropping and stared at the thick red water, imagining her beloved Zan smiling shyly up at her.

She had told the story to her son and then she had had another seizure.

They were supposed to stop now. She was home, on Antar, her baby should be safe, but the attacks kept coming. They were so painful. She had thought at first that maybe it was the loss of his father, but that couldn’t be it. Max would have been lost to them anyway.

Kivar had been furious when he discovered that she had not delivered the King, he had been ready to kill her, but then he had stayed his hand. She shivered, seeing the cold smile on his face when he told her she still might hold some use for him yet. He had run a finger over her jaw and then placed one hand over her womb.

She had had another seizure.

She was now suspecting her son was causing them. Not because he was dying, but because he wanted out. Out of her, away from her. He was rejecting her before he even knew her, just like everybody else.

Well she wasn’t going to let it happen. He was her son. Hers! She wasn’t going to give him up, she wasn’t going to stand to be ignored like his father had done. He would love her, love her without her mind games. She couldn’t use those anymore, they caused too much trouble. She saw Max’s angry face flash before her. Too much.

The pain rippled again and she crashed to the floor of her room. Kivar’s guards were there immediately, and they brought her to the medical ward. The healer inspected her in the detached way all doctors seemed to acquire and then nodded at her.

“It’s time.”

Her month was up.

She stared at her son as he played across the room. She had named him Bastian. A name. Hah. It was the only thing Kivar had allowed.

They had taken him from her immediately, she had no idea what had happened during that time apart. She had been drugged and was drifting in and out of consciousness. When they had finally placed him in her arms, she could tell something had been done to him.

He looked human, but that had been expected. He also looked exactly like his father. He had a full head of jet black hair and his open eyes were a honeyed amber. She had felt like crying from joy at the sight of him. But he gave her no sign of recognition, there was no connection between the two of them. He turned his head from her.

And then she felt like crying again.

That had been five months ago, and now she was again trying to connect to her five-year-old son. She felt robbed at what they had done. They had sped up his growth processes, he aged a year every month, he wouldn’t have a proper childhood.

Kivar had told her it needed to be this way. Bastian needed to be prepared to face his father when they landed on Earth, and he needed to be a man to do it. The program would stop when he reached his nineteenth year. He would never need her to kiss his scrapes, or tease him about a crush, or teach him to ride a bike, or anything. He was being trained for war, and that was it.

He was doing his school work now, sitting quietly on his bed in their chambers. She saw him frown slightly at the book in front of him. It was a huge book, much too big for a ten-year-old little boy. She had told Kivar that and he had laughed.

“Ava, don’t be ridiculous, knowledge is as important as training. He’ll be fine.”

She barely saw him though. He was always studying or playing war games and going over strategies with Kivar. She stayed in her rooms or went out, remembering her past. She wanted to go back to those days, when she was happy and had Zan’s whole-hearted adoration and love. They had dinner together occasionally, and rare moments like this when they were both at home, in the same location.

“Bastian? Do you need help, sweetie?”

He looked at her, surprised, and she walked all the way in. “What?”

“You looked confused. Are you having any trouble?”

“Oh, no…Mother, thank you. I was just reading an account of a trial from before the revolution. It’s an argument made between the Old King and my father.” She paused, arrested by his dismissive attitude and the terms he used.

Kivar had told him to call him Father, but he knew his real father was Max, or Zan. So which was he referring to? And which Old King? The term could again be applied to Zan or King Ruark, Zan’s father.

She looked at the title of the book and then back at her son. He wasn’t old enough to read about such things as murders and rapist cases and the criminal’s punishments, they would be too severe and icky for a young boy. It was just…inappropriate.

“I have to say, Ruark was a bit dense at time. He completely skipped over a pertinent portion of the evidence. Luckily Father caught it and the situation was remedied. Zan had a brilliant mind,” he commented absently, obviously lost back in his world of politics and justice. She could hardly believe the extensive vocabulary he had acquired in just ten short months. It was ridiculous. She'd never even used half of the words that came out of his mouth.

She nodded, feeling bereft of anything to say, and turned to leave, but she paused at the door and looked back at him hopefully. Maybe she was just a glutton for punishment, but…

“Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“No. I don’t need your help, Mother,” he replied, never looking up.

She nodded again and shut the door. She leaned against it heavily when it was closed, her eyes shut tight.

He didn’t need her at all.

She ran to her own room and flung herself on her bed, muffling her sobs in her pillow. She couldn’t let him hear. He already thought her a weak fool, she didn’t need to add to that image.

She couldn’t even blame Kivar for the distance between them, because he had done nothing. There was nothing in his programming to cause the detachment she felt from him. Indeed, Kivar had wanted to have them connected to ascertain his position. If Tess had Bastian, then he had Bastian. He was the Queen’s lover, he possessed the Crown Prince’s loyalty, and when he defeated Max he would rule with unquestioned.

That wasn’t what Tess wanted. None of this was ever what she wanted. At first she had wanted Max to love her, she wanted to be Queen of her home planet, but now…Now she wanted her son to love her, and she wanted to go home to the Valenti house, where she had felt wanted.

But she wouldn't be wanted on Earth. Not by Kyle or Jim or Michael or Isabel, and especially not by Max or the humans. Not after what she’d done.

She’d split Max and Liz up.

She’d used them.

She’d killed Alex.

She’d betrayed them, him...

None of them would want her, just like no one here wanted her, not even her son.

He was just too much like his father.

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posted on 27-Dec-2001 11:53:37 AM by dreamangel

He woke up in a sweat, the vivid effects of the dream still lingering. He groaned and fell back onto his pillow, beating it until it had formed comfortably around his head. He didn't need this.

He had enough going on with the war games and strategy sessions, not to mention schooling. He didn't need to be going through puberty.

He knew that was what it was. He had read about it in a book from the ship's library and he had been expecting it. He just hadn't expected it to be so...powerful.

He had these dreams every night, about a woman he had never seen before. Indeed, didn't know how she could exist. His planet was full of blondes, not brunettes. He was the only black-haired being in the Universe excepting Earth.

And his father.

He had been contemplating the "threat", as Kivar put it, of his real father. King Zan, now known as the human Max Evans. He knew he looked exactly like him, Tess always said so. Then her eyes would get all misty and sad.

He felt guilty about that. He knew she was his birth mother, accepted the idea, but he just...Felt completely disassociated from her.

Maybe...Maybe he could make an effort. Maybe he could confide in her about the girl in his dreams. It's not like he had anyone else to turn to on this ship. They were in the middle of space, the middle of nowhere, and he didn't have time to make friends.

He was too busy learning to be a Prince.

His leg was bouncing up and down from nervousness. He glanced up across the table to Tess, she looked up at him, and he looked down at his plate again. He could do this. He could talk to her. She was his mother after all, it's not like she would just brush him off.

"Um...M-mother?" he managed.

She looked up, surprised and eager. "Yes, Bastian?"

He fiddled with his silverware, not looking her in the eye. "Can...Can I talk to you?"

"Of course!" she enthused, her blue eyes beginning to sparkle, "What about?"

"Well, I've been going through lately."


"You know," he gestured, blushing furiously, "In my body."

She stared blankly for a moment and then, "Oh."


"Well it's normal, Bastian, in humans, when they reach puberty, and you are technically thirteen..." She trailed off, her eyes darkening.

He knew she thought it unfair, the way his growth process had been designed. She felt cheated of his childhood, and he supposed he felt slightly shafted at the situation too, but he also believed that he wouldn't have ever grown as close to her as she wanted, even if he had grown up naturally.

He felt sympathy stir within him. It must be hard to have a son only six years younger than herself and gaining quickly. Yeah, he had to start trying to include her in his life.

"Well, I've been having these...dreams-"

"Dreams?" she interrupted, becoming pink herself, "What kind of dreams?"

"Um, well, there's them, with me, and..." He couldn't go any further. His dreams were private, and for some reason, he wanted to keep his dreamgirl to himself.

"A girl? Anyone I know?" she teased, "Should I be giving you the TALK?" He knew she would push it, and he had vowed to try...

"Um, no, Mother, Kivar already talked to me about...that. And I don't think you know her." He felt a dreamy smile cross his lips. "She's like no one I've ever seen. She so small, and she's got this long brown hair and these eyes...They're huge, and so deep, I think I could drown in them."

"Really?" He looked over at her, surprised by her distant voice. She looked faint.

"It's when I'm older," he stammered, "Not now. I know, because I know what my body will be like then, it's like when I'm 18, 19..."

His dream was conjured up again. He could tell his body was more mature, he had grown into his full height, well-muscled, powerful...And she was so tiny in his arms, yet she fit so perfectly. He could feel her body too, all soft and warm. Belonging to him.

Her name ran in circles around his brain, begging to be said...

"And does this mystery woman have a name?" Tess asked guardedly.

"Liz," he sighed, not realizing he had let it slip. When he had, he straightened and looked at his mother. He hadn't wanted to share that detail. He had wanted to keep it to himself.

She looked...stiff. That's all he got. Her face was a mask of unemotion, her eyes dark as death. Now she was the one drawing away, a reaction that thoroughly confused him. Wasn't she the one who wanted him to share?

"She doesn't exist."


Her eyes were cold, and when she looked at him he knew she was seeing his father, her eyes so unforgiving. "She's not real, Bastian," she told him, "Forget your dreams and settle down with a nice Antarian girl when this war is over."

"Mother, I-"

"Bastian. I am your mother, and I know what's best for you. You have to believe me, sweetie," her voice softened, "Believing in a dream is only going to get you hurt. Your destiny lies elsewhere."

He didn't like where this conversation was headed. This talk of destiny uneased him. He was master of his own fate, not some pre-ordained babble she kept speaking of.

"Besides," she stated cruelly, "Even if she did exist she's probably no more than a tease. A heartless bitch who would keep you on a string until she wanted to toy with you again. She's probably-"

"NO!" he shouted, leaping up from his seat. He stared at his mother, and when he spoke his voice was strident and trembling with emotion. "No, Mother, you're wrong. Do not talk about her that way. She is not what you say, she is perfect. Perfect," he ended in a whisper. Then he left the room.

This was why he never talked to her. She didn't understand anything about him. No one on this damned ship did. He couldn't wait until they landed on Earth. Something was waiting for him down there.

Maybe someone.

Maybe her.

Rage again descended at the insults Tess had thrown at his dreamgirl. She had had no right. No right at all.

And right then and there, he began to hate his mother.


He glanced at his foster son through the corner of his eye. Bastian was surveying the provided entertainment with a bored air. He really couldn’t understand the boy.

He was sixteen, well-endowed, and had every female on the ship, with the exception of his mother, fawning over him. And yet he showed no interest toward any of them. So he had taken the initiative. He had commanded the all ship’s noblewomen to meet in his parlor room to be reviewed

Now, parading around in front of them, were fifteen young women, ranging from a golden blond to white, buxom to sticks, and yet…Nothing. Not one raised eyebrow or look over. Absolutely no response.

He looked at Ava, who was watching Bastian anxiously, her eyes darting from the women to the young man reading and then back to him. She looked rather at a loss, but she had told him before to expect a lack of reaction on Bastian’s part.

“Bastian? Sweetie, do you like ANY of them?”

Bastian looked at her and then at the women and then buried his nose into his book. “No.”

“May I ask why not?” he inquired, very much interested. He didn’t see how any man with a pulse could overlook them. Especially the third one to the end…Reminded him of Vilandra…He’d have to make arrangements later…

“They are not what I want.”

“I’m not sure I understand.” He gestured the women away, much to their pouting dismay, and glanced at his consort. Ava was decidedly silent and shut off. This would prove interesting.

He found Bastian and Ava’s relationship disconcerting. He had not expected, by any turn of events, that the boy would end up despising his mother. He had expected to gain Bastian’s loyalty by using a boy’s loyalty to his mother and the man she loved, but in the end it had not been necessary to forge a fake relationship with Ava.

Bastian was loyal on his own.

“There is a specific person I have in mind for my mate, Kivar, I will accept no substitutes.”

“An interesting concept.”

He pondered this for a moment. The boy had some very strange ideas on relationships between people, behavior in war, knowledge one should learn. In fact, if he thought of about…

Bastian was very much like he remembered Zan.

He ran a hand along Ava’s smooth thigh. He had adjourned to her chambers after partaking in some of the ship’s more amusing entertainment. She always had a…willing, if not warm, welcome for him.

“You seem distressed, my Queen.”

“What would make you say that?” He watched her draw away form him, grabbing her nightgown and putting it on. He chuckled at her discomfort. She hated to be exposed in his presence.

“Tell me,” he commanded. Her gaze to him was from behind lowered lashes, a gaze he returned forthrightly, telling her he would accept no lies or half-truths. She sighed in defeat.

“It’s the girl that Bastian has sworn himself to.”

“What about her?”

“She’s Liz.”

“Liz who?”

“Liz Parker. Max’s one true love. His soulmate, his dream girl…his everything.”

He contemplated her bitterness, as well as the ramifications of this turn of events. The son was in love with the father’s love. Intriguing. It would, perhaps, help his cause if he fed this little notion of Bastian’s. It might provide an even bigger rift to the conflict he was encouraging between Bastian and Zan.

“Well I guess that human saying is true: Like father, like son.”

“But why do you want Max to know where we are?”

He looked at his young second, a sixteen-year-old boy. The husks were uncomfortable as it was, but to be stuck in one as immature as Nicholas was…Well, it had to be tough. Even Bastian was able to age.

He glanced over at the newly eighteen-year-old. He was definitely growing into his own, another month and he would be ready to face Zan.

“Zan wants his son back, Nicholas. He will come after him. The problem is that Zan’s response when he finds his son is loyal to me will be unpredictable. We need insurance. If he and his little rag tag band know where we are, they’re likely to check it out. I want you prepared for this. I want one of their number captured, preferably the brunette. I’m told she is very dear to Zan.”

Nicholas grinned, “Indeed, I have also been told some stories, and even seen it for myself. She will definitely reel Max in, more than any other.”

“Good. You may go.” The boy turned at the door.

“Would you care to have Lonnie sent to your chambers?”

"Ah, Vilandra. Yes, it would please me to get reacquainted with her.” Make him very pleased.

“I assumed so, but if you’d care for some advice, Kivar…The ice princess in Roswell will probably do it for you better. She’s more…what you’d remember.”

He nodded, he’d amuse himself with both until he decided on which would make a better queen. Of course, he’d have to get rid of Ava, but that was not a problem.

“Thank you for your input Nicholas. By the way…Rath. I’d like him disposed of.”

“Of course, your Majesty.”

Happy Tomochika? Everybody leave feedback if you want part five!

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posted on 22-Jan-2002 3:29:01 PM by dreamangel

She was being torn in two. At least, that's what it felt like. This situation was completely out of control and she needed to get away.

She really, really needed to get away from him.

She loved Max. With all her heart, but he had betrayed her. He had slept with...that blond little gerbil, who had turned out to be her best friend's murderer as well as a Benedict Arnold.

And the worst part was...

He got her pregnant.

Pregnant with what should have been her son. Hers! Not...Tess's.

A shudder wracked her small body, she could barely even think that name without wanting to scream.

The slut had had the nerve to just waltz in and take everything she held dear. Her soulmate, her friend, her future.

And what would Future Max have to say about this little turn of events? Huh? She had no idea, just that that...thing...had become a turncoat more quickly in the other lifetime, probably because she had known she could never carry out her real mission.

To return home with Max's child and deliver the remaining Royal Four.

But she had changed all that.

Was she doomed to cause the end of the world in every lifetime?

Was that her destiny?

First it was because she and Max had cemented and Tess had left, now it was because Tess got together with Max, got pregnant, and then left.

She could blame the whole thing on Tess for being a traitor, but for some strange reason she let it all fall on her.

If she had told Max about Future Max, about the truth, about everything...sooner...maybe they could have worked this out.

"No. Absolutely not."


"I said no."

"This is ridiculous."

"You can't put yourself in danger, Liz. I won't allow it."

They were having this argument again. Ever since they had received word that Kivar had landed on Earth with Queen Ava and the Crown Prince to be met by a large group of angry, undestroyed Skins, they had been arguing over the best spying method.

The aliens pointed out that they should do it because they could protect themselves and they had the biggest stake in the matter. The humans counterpointed saying the three of them couldn't risk themselves, and Earth was at stake as well as their own lives.

Then these little side bickerings. Max insisted she stay far away from anything alien saying he wanted her safe. She said she was already too involved and if she did the reconnaissance, she would run the least amount of risk.

"How do you figure that?"

"Face it, Max, we haven't exactly been the closest this past year and a half. We've been keeping each other at an arms length trying to keep each other safe and to save the world...We're completely estranged. If you were Kivar who would you capture?"


"Max think about what I'm saying. You're a devious usurper who has just landed on Earth with barely any knowledge of your enemy's personal life except for...Tess," they both winced, "Who has no idea of what has happened while she's been away, and your faced with a choice. You know you're not going to get a chance at your real nemesis, so you have five people to potentially capture. His sister and your former lover, don't make that face, you're supposed to be thinking like Kivar, his best friend and second, a human who he confides in, another human who's away at football camp and who he doesn't trust anyway-"

"I trust Kyle," he interrupted.

She gave him a look. It was a look that said 'yeah right'. Max still was angry at Kyle for the deception even though he had forgiven her immediately and had begged for her forgiveness in return.

It had taken her awhile though, she finally knew what Max must have gone through when he thought she slept with Kyle. She understood a little bit what would have caused him to turn to Tess, because she had turned to Sean more and more. The knowledge that he had been with her...

It had nearly driven her insane.

They had finally sat down and talked about everything that had happened and reached an agreement. They would be friends.

Just friends.

"A sheriff who's half out of the loop, or the old flame who now seems like an acquaintance not a friend. Who would you pick?"


"And if you don't send Isabel or any other close companion, just me, they won't believe that I have any leverage on your life and I'll be fine or I'll get captured and I'll be able to smuggle secret plans and stuff out."

"Or you could get killed."

"Max..." She was suddenly enfolded in his arms, a light kiss brushed across her lips. The just friends thing was having a little trouble succeeding due to the unrequited love factor.

"No. I'm not going to put you through anything else that could put you in danger. You've been through enough, Liz." He had taken the blame for losing his son, too. Maria said it just proved yet again who compatible they were.

"I want to help you get him back." She looked up at him earnestly, "He should be mine, Max, I need to do this."

He looked at her for a long moment, foreheads resting against each other.


She was leaving, starting on the surveillance and rescue mission. Michael was waiting impatiently in the new Jeep, Bob Jr., as Bob Sr. had been beyond help, to take her away.

"I love you," Max whispered, holding her tightly. She kissed him deeply, suddenly unwilling to leave the shelter of his arms. They hadn't even made their new relationship public yet, as evidenced by Maria's whooping.

She was drug away from him before she had a chance to respond and soon Michael was driving across the desert to the drop-off point.

She was alone now, and she had a job to do.

She had to save her son.


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posted on 23-Jan-2002 3:55:45 PM by dreamangel

Some deep shit was going down in that cornball town. She could feel it. As far away as she was, she could feel it.

She’d have to go back.

It’s not like backpacking across Europe had been all that thrilling. She’d had to mind warp a lot of people to get around and had a constant headache to go along with the constant guilt and the pain in her heart.

She missed Zan.

She missed Liz.

The only two people on this hunk of rock that ever cared about her, one was dead, which was partly her fault, and one she had left behind, which was totally her fault.

That had been a mistake. She should have stayed in Roswell and maybe started to earn an honest living, but no…Miss Independent had to prove she could live on her own and booked herself overseas to the Continent. These people were messed up. Europe was such a bust.

She’d have to go back now. Someone was needing her, she could feel it.

It was a strange feeling, being needed. Before, she had always been the needy one. Needed Zan to shower her with love, needed Lonnie to live, needed Liz to be her friend, needed an escape from her problems.

But now she was going to have to be the adult. She was going to have to take care of someone.

She felt like somebody’s freakin’ mother.


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posted on 24-Jan-2002 6:16:48 PM by dreamangel

She was definitely well and truly caught. Good. Phase One complete. She was in, now to get her and Max's son out...That might take a little doing.

She struggled against the two large guards holding her, it would be a good idea to put up a pretense of resistance, so they didn't suspect anything.

A door in front of them boomed open and she was unceremoniously thrown inside, the door began booming the other way.

Liz picked herself up and dusted herself off. Straightening, she finally deigned to glance around.

The first person she saw was Nicholas, the boy wannabe. He had dyed his hair blond. She suppressed a giggle at the sight. He looked ridiculous.

The next person she saw was somewhat of a shock to her. Isabel's eyes stared at her, filled with disgust. Lonnie sat back, her obviously expensive dress had had its sleeves torn off to reveal her foursquare tattoo, her piercings and general sewer rat look totally ruined the effect the pale pink fabric was trying to convey. Again laughter welled up in her, barely held in.

Then her eyes fell upon one bronze-haired man who she knew instantly to be Kivar. She felt an irrational stab of fear.

It was irrational because he seemed rather harmless. True, she knew he was responsible for the previous death of her love and was here to kill him again, but he just didn't look the type.

Standing, he would be taller than Max, but less built. He was more lean than muscular, and his presence just didn't command her attention. If she didn't know who he was, she would have overlooked him as a threat entirely.

That must have been the problem in the aliens previous lives, his unassumingness. Liz wondered idly why Vilandra and Isabel were always attracted to the underdog.

But Alex was gone, and Liz had to do her best to keep Izzy away from Kivar.

She met the gray gaze head on, refusing to back down, and he smiled. The smile of a predator. Stab.

"So this is Zan's lover?" His tone was light, musically mocking. She flinched at the sound.

"Yes." The answer came not from any of those facing her, but from behind her. Apparently the doors didn't always boom. It was an angry hiss, revealing depths upon depths of jealously and hate and rage. She knew that sugary sweet voice anywhere.

Tess approached Kivar slowly, her eyes never leaving the small, innocent looking girl standing in the middle of the parlor.

Liz Parker hadn't changed a bit in the nineteen months she had been away. She was still slim, still quiet, still Max's only one. Still worthless.

This was the girl responsible for taking away both her husband and her son.

This was the girl she hated.

Bottomless brown eyes met hers, as filled with animosity as her own. The tension in the air was thick and swirling with malice.


"No, what?" Kivar asked her.

"No, I am not Max's lover."

She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the statement. Of course she was Max's lover. He wouldn't have gone a year and seven months without trying to win back his precious dreamgirl.

"Do not lie to me," Kivar warned her.

"Yo, Duke, peaches ain't scammin’ ya." All eyes turned to the trash sitting on the sofa, who was calmly peeling an orange. "I been watchin' da cornballs for months. She an' Maxie boy doan speak all dat much. They's nevah together, 'cept at school an' stuff."

"Well, that presents a slight problem doesn't it?" He reviewed his options. She really wasn't that valuable then. So, keep her as a whore, or kill her? Which would it be? Maybe he could give her to Bastian. Maybe the boy would actually take notice if the girl had once been his father's.

The doors boomed open again, the enteree obviously not concerned with stealth as Ava had been. Kivar found himself looking at his heir, who only seemed to have eyes only for the brunette.



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posted on 25-Jan-2002 4:15:17 PM by dreamangel

The summons had been an annoyance. He had climbed out of his room’s hatch and was sitting on the slight ledge of the ship outside his room. The cloaking device prevented anyone from seeing the ship, but it did not prevent occupants from looking out.

He had wanted to look at the stars.

He could see Antar from here, see his home, but it seemed like the sky was so much clearer out in this Earthen desert. It seemed like he could see further, see more. The air was fresh and crisp, he took in deep breaths, filling his lungs.

He thought he might like this planet, maybe he could keep Kivar from destroying it.

Maybe his dreamgirl was near.

“Prince Bastian?”

He turned toward the timid voice. A scared-looking girl was peering out the hatch at him. She had large brown eyes and thick blond hair. Her attire proved her to be a servant, not a guard, and he assumed his mask of indifference again.

“Yes?” His voice was ice cold, provoking no pleasantries. He was supposed to be remote, inaccessible, emotionless. The girl winced.

“Kivar has ordered you to attend him in his parlor, your Highness.” Her voice, if possible, was even softer than the first time she had spoken, and she dropped into a curtsey as he came back into his room.

“I will be there presently.”

“Yes, Highness, I’ll go inform-”

“No,” he cut her off, “There is no need to inform Kivar, I will get there when I get there. You may go,” he dismissed.

“Yes, Highness,” she rose from her submissive position and fled toward the door, head still down.

“Wait,” he commanded and she froze. He really didn’t have the heart to let her leave terrified. “Look at me.”

Those huge eyes rose again, reminding him, with a start, of his dreamgirl’s. “What is your name?” he inquired.

“Kendy, your Highness,” she told him, finally meeting his eyes. She appeared to be trembling.

He gave her a soft smile. “Thank you for relaying the message Kendy.”

Her eyes widened and she clutched at her skirts, giving him a tremulous smile in return. “Good day, Prince Bastian.” And then she ran out of the room. He stared after her, slightly amused by her departure, and then when out the door himself, wondering what Kivar wanted him for.

Kendy ran breathlessly back to her cot in the servant’s wing, and flung her self upon it. The other girls sharing the room gathered around her in anticipation. They all wanted to know what the future King was like.

“Well?” Sidra prodded her friend.

“Well, what?” she responded.

“What was he like?” Raina wanted to know.

She looked around at the shining eager faces of her three friends, and was somewhat reluctant to speak. For some reason, that brief interlude of friendship with the Prince, was not something she wished to share.

“What happened?” Vala asked, “Did something happen?”

“Hush, all of you, and I’ll tell you.”

They hushed and waited for her to begin.

“At first, I was afraid. I went to his quarters as bidden and knocked once, twice, three times, and I got no answer. So I opened the door-"

Startled gasps interrupted her story. “You didn’t!” Vala gasped, “How did you dare?”

“Of course I did, I always follow orders. Anyway, his room is huge! And the bed…I’ve never seen anything like it…The room was obviously empty, or I wouldn’t have looked around, and I was going to leave to tell the head messenger that the Prince was not available, when what did I see?”

“What?” Raina asked.

“An open window.”

The girls all looked confused. Kendy was having a blast toying with them. She knew they just wanted to know about Prince Bastian, they had heard stories, but had never met him, and now they were on Earth and one of their own had been assigned his personal servant.

In most cases female servants were treated as whores by their ruling masters, but no one knew what to expect from his Highness. He was a man cloaked in mystery.

“A window?” they repeated dubiously.

She nodded. “An open window, so I went over to shut it and there he was. Sitting outside, just staring up at the sky.”

The memory was imprinted in her brain. Her first glimpse of her lord and master, of her Prince and future King. Her first glimpse had not revealed what she had expected from a Prince. She saw nothing of a coddled, arrogant, mean-spirited man.

She had seen a young man, just out of boyhood, his dark hair ruffled by the wind, blending with the night, his profile outlined by the moon, strong jaw and straight nose, and starlight reflecting in his eyes.

She had felt an overwhelming sense of awe for him.

“I called out to him and gave him the message and left,” she finished, ignoring the obvious let-down in her friends’ faces.

“Yes, yes, but what did he look like?” Sidra demanded.

“Well, he wasn’t very tall, but taller than me, and he had black hair and brown eyes.”

“Black hair?” Vala wrinkled her nose, “Who ever heard of such a thing?”

“Is that all you can tell us?” Raina spoke up.

“He seemed very cold, but then…I don’t know, I don’t think that’s who he is inside.”

They looked at her, puzzled by her cryptic response, but she added no more and they had kitchen duties to attend to.

Kendy lay down, hugging her pillow tightly to her, confused herself about Bastian. In all her seventeen years, she’d never experienced the rush she had got when she looked into his amber eyes and saw his quirking half-smile.

He was going to be something special.

Liz couldn’t believe her eyes. Max was standing in front of her. A tightly, leather-clad Max. Very nice. But a little too Future Max for her.

“Ah, Bastian, you took long enough.”

Bastian? Who was he talking to? Certainly not Max. And what was Max doing here in the first place? He could be killed!

“So sorry, Kivar,” Max said, not taking his eyes off of her. The expression in them was strange, as if he were just seeing her in the flesh for the first time.

“Well, yes, allow me to introduce you to Ms. Liz Parker of Roswell, New Mexico. Liz this is the Crown Prince Bastian, Zan’s son.”

Zan’s son? Max’s son.

This was Max’s son.

Oh God, this was Max’s son!

But he was so old! Okay, not old old, but older than one-and-a-half. Like eighteen years older.

And he looked exactly like Max.

He couldn’t tear his eyes off the young woman in front him. It was his dreamgirl, his Liz. Flesh and blood before him.

He had found her.

She was looking at him, big brown eyes wide, full of surprise mixed with a shocked amazement and disbelief.

He had finally found her.

“Bastian!” The sharp tone of Kivar’s voice was ordering him to face his King, so he did. It took a lot of effort, but he managed to look away from his fantasy toward Kivar.

“What?” His stonewall was up again and he hoped he hadn’t betrayed too much in that timeless instant of connection.

“We’ve been trying to decide what to do with the girl. The debate is between killing her,” he felt his heart stop, “or keeping her.” He stared at Kivar from behind hidden eyes, not liking the speculative gleam in his gray eyes as he looked at Liz. Neither option was viable. “Of course…” Kivar trailed off, smirking.

“Of course, what?”

“You could always take her.”

He could have her. Kivar was giving him his dreamgirl. The thought was daunting and exhilarating and just…WOW.

He saw his mother jump out of her chair through the corner of his eye, her obvious protest cut off when Nicholas shoved her back down.

“Very well,” he looked back over at her, trying very hard to keep his eyes unreadable as he looked at her, “I’ll take her.”

He didn’t see Kivar’s smile widen he was so focused on her. . Or the way her facial expressions were changing rapidly, she was looking around, confused and lost, then her eyes fixed on his. Asking a question. One he couldn’t answer at the moment.

“Guards!” Kivar roared, and immediately the door boomed open and in marched two large, intimidating men, they grabbed Liz roughly by the arms, and Bastian wanted to cry out against their harshness in dealing with such a delicate being. “Take the girl to his Highnesses’ chambers.”

Her eyes widened, gazing at him imploringly, and he let his mask fade for a second, giving her a slight smile as reassurance. She relaxed instantly and went with the guards without another struggle. He watched her go and then turned back to the people who ran his life.

Three of them were watching him knowingly, and the fourth had an expression of dread in her bright blue eyes. “Bastian,” she begged, “don’t do-”

“Thank you for your gift, Kivar. Good night Mother, Aunt Vilandra.”

“’Night Duke. Jus’ ‘member, yous da man. Show peaches who’s da King.”


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posted on 26-Jan-2002 2:27:46 PM by dreamangel

Okay, yes, he was nervous. He was incredibly, incredibly nervous. But who wouldn't be in this type of situation?

He was about to walk into his bedroom, in which, his dreamgirl had been brought, in who knows what state, waiting for him. The thought was enough to send him soaring into the atmosphere.

He took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, afraid this would be another dream.

But it wasn’t.

She was sitting in the middle of his bed with her legs curled up beneath her, apparently studying her dress. She looked up when she heard the door close and gave him a sheepish smile.

“They gave me new clothes,” she told him.

“Um…yeah.” Why couldn’t he talk?

She was staring at him strangely, and as thrilled as he was with the attention, he wasn’t sure what the look was about.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, wondering if that was the reason for the question behind her eyes. Her expression turned to one of surprise and she gave a little laugh.

“I never suggested you would.”

“You were looking at me funny,” he explained, blushing.

“You surprised me,” her brown eyes clouded over, “You look a lot like your father. Exactly like him, in fact.”

She knew his father, he had never considered that. “Tess says that, too.” He watched her carefully, trying to capture every motion and emotion of her, so he didn’t miss her wince at his mother’s name.

“Tess? You don’t call her Mom?” She sounded intrigued with the prospect. Yet another thing to wonder about her.

“I do when I’m with her, but she’s never actually seemed like my mother.” He shouldn’t be telling her these things, but he couldn’t help it, she was so easy to talk to, and she was his dreamgirl. He could tell her anything.

She was nodding, expression sympathetic. “I don’t really get along all that well with my mother, either. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love her, and I know she loves me, but...She’s always trying to run my life.”

“Yeah, Tess is always talking about destiny and stuff. She doesn’t understand it when I don’t want to do everything she and Kivar want me to do.” He walked over to the bed and she scooted over to make room, her legs swinging off the bed as he sat. She had really cute feet.

“What destiny does she have in store for you?” Liz was curious. Did Tess ever think about anything except destiny?

Bastian crossed his legs, looking at her as if he weren’t quite certain she were real. She figured he didn’t have a whole lot of people he could really talk to.

“You can trust me, you know, I won’t breathe a word to anyone.”

“I know,” and, because he had to ask, “How do you know you can trust me?” She blinked, as if she had never had a question about trusting him. He found it daunting. The people around him were always looking at him as if he had a hidden agenda, or as if he couldn’t live up to expectations.

“I don’t know. Maybe because you are so much like Max.”

This was a new topic, she knew his father. His father as he was now, not the Prince in the history books. “What’s he like?”

“Max?” He nodded. “Max is Max.” She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry, that probably made no sense to you. Um…He’s very…there. He’s hard to describe. He’s the person everybody listens to, who everybody looks up to, he’s our leader, and then there’s the little boy inside he doesn’t show to most people.”

Bastian leaned back on his pillows, his eyes never leaving her animated face. She was so beautiful.

“He can be very insecure sometimes, very protective, and he always demands unswerving loyalty. He’s the sweetest guy in the universe or your worst nightmare.” Liz smiled to herself, remembering the past three years she’d been in Max’s confidence, “He’s a king. You can’t look at him and NOT know it.” She glanced at the young man on the bed, appearing so much like his father that she reached over and brushed the dark hair away from his forehead.

“You have that same air about you, Bastian. When I look in your eyes…I know I can trust you, with my life if necessary.”

She was touching him.

She was actually touching him, and her skin was really soft.

He opened his mouth, wanting to tell her about his dreams, about his feelings, about everything that ever happened in his short life…

Knock. Knock.

“Prince Bastian?” she called through the door. She smoothed down her dress feeling jittery. She had put on her best outfit, hoping to gain a compliment or something from the Prince.

She wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted from Bastian, but as soon as she got it, she’d be the happiest seventeen-year-old in the galaxy.

He was just so…different…from everything and everyone she’d ever known.

The door opened and suddenly she was confronted by her dark Prince. She felt her eyes widen and she accidentally met him stare for stare before remembering her inferior status and bowing her head. She curtseyed properly, trying to remember what she was supposed to do.

“Good afternoon, your Highness.” Lame, lame, lame, she berated herself.

“Good afternoon.” The blond head was still bent. She seemed frightened of him. “Kendy,” he started, as her name popped up in the forefront of his mind, “what are you doing here?”

He remembered her name! “I came to clean your rooms, and to see if you needed anything else.” She finally looked up, but not at him, at his bedroom.

Who was that girl???

Kendy felt a stab of something twist in her heart. It wasn’t jealousy. There was no reason to be jealous of a girl in Bastian’s room. On Bastian’s bed…

She was…suspicious. Yeah, that was it, suspicious. The girl had brown hair, obviously not an Antarian, but her dress was of a Ladies quality, but the only ladies on board ship were Queen Ava and Princess Vilandra. So who was this?

“Hello,” the girl said. She got off the bed and walked over to them, long skirts brushing the floor. “I’m Liz,” she held out her hand, which Kendy looked at, not sure what was going on. Liz dropped her hand, smiling nervously. “Are you Bastian’s girlfriend?”

The Prince choked and she, herself, was no doubt turning red from the scandalous suggestion, she could feel the heat. Liz looked between them, confused.

“NO!” Kendy finally got out, nearly shouting. She took a deep breath and lowered her tone. “I am merely Prince Bastian’s personal servant, Liz.” She refused to call her Lady.

Liz frowned. “You have…servants?” she asked Bastian, though he looked confused himself.

“I didn’t know I had one.”

The small blond seemed surprised. “Kivar ordered it when you got you own room, Highness. I am to take care of any needs you have.”

“Oh.” Bastian belatedly recalled the information about how lords had been using their female servants as sex slaves, Kivar had probably been hoping he would take up the practice. He gazed down at the tiny blushing girl who was avoiding his eyes.

The girl was pretty, definitely his type when he though about it, and if Liz hadn’t been a factor… but Liz was here and Kendy was very much an innocent.

“Well, I don’t have any…um…needs…right now, at this moment, so…you can have the day off.”

Velvety brown eyes blinked up at him. “As you wish, your Highness.” She curtseyed again, gave Liz a once over, and left.

“They are all afraid of me,” he said as he shut the door.


“Everybody.” He made a wide, all-encompassing gesture with his arms as he flopped down on a lounge chair. Her eyes followed him from where she stood at the doorway.


“Because they’re supposed to be, because I act like a self-absorbed superior jerk in public.”

“Why?” she repeated.

“Because I'm supposed to.” He gave her a quirky grin. “That’s part of the big “destiny”. Be alone, be aloof, be King. I’ve been taught since my birth to hate everything my father was and is, to be opposite him in everything, to want to possess everything that is his.”

He met her gaze head on, judging her reaction. She was still watching him, an eyebrow raised.

“Do you?”

“No.” He laughed a bit, “In fact, the older I get, the more like my father I become.”


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posted on 27-Jan-2002 11:21:35 AM by dreamangel

Okay, this was what she wanted. “How old are you?” she asked.

“Nineteen,” was the precise reply. She stared at him, doing the math in her head. Year and seven months…nineteen…didn’t add up.

“Is time different on your planet?” she queried, confused, ”Because Tess hasn’t been gone nineteen years.”

Bastian gave a little laugh and shook his head. “No. Antar’s time frame is the same as Earth’s. When I was born, Kivar had some scientists do some genetic engineering on me. He had them change my growth process. I’d age, like, a year every month until I reached nineteen, which I am now. He wanted me ready to go to war as soon as possible. He’s not a very patient man.”

“Fascinating,” Liz murmured, engrossed in trying to discover the means of such technology. Bastian watched her face, unable to stop his wonder at the emotions playing over it. To be free enough to let your feelings show like that… “Fascinating concept. Do you know how it works?” She looked up abruptly and Bastian looked down, blushing, ashamed to have been caught staring.

“Um…No. Science wasn’t one of my main subjects. I know the basics, but Kivar focused my education more on history and politics…war stuff.”


They stared at each other. Bastian wanting to kiss her and Liz wanting to find a way to let him know about her and Max and how he was supposed to be her son.

“I just don’t like not being able to connect with her, Isabel.”

“Max, Liz is more than capable of handling the mission. We know she got in, you know she’s alive, and you know she’ll get herself and my nephew out. Now calm down before I hit you.”

He glared at his older sister before giving her a grin he hoped would reassure her that he was all right. She wasn’t fooled, but she left anyway, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek on her way out.

Max scrubbed his face with his hands, not able to calm his nerves. Isabel was right, he knew Liz was alive and okay, he could feel it in her presence. It was a light, tingly hum through his bones.

The problem was, they couldn’t deepen the connection between them without help. Liz wasn’t likely to get much help where she was and therefore, he didn’t know what was exactly going on and he couldn’t get any information on Kivar’s plans.

“So you want me to help you contact Max?”

Liz nodded, “That’s about it.”

He just gaped at her. “How?” he demanded.

She smiled at him, making his insides turn upside down. “We make a connection-”

“Wait…A connection, like see each other’s thought and feel each other’s emotions kind of connection?” He couldn’t do that. What if she saw..? He couldn’t handle that, not right now, he wanted time, needed time…

“Well, yeah.” Then it looked like she had an epiphany. “Oh. Can you not do that? I mean, is it not one of your powers?”

“I can’t…” He trailed off, not looking at her. If she saw his eyes she’d know he was lying. Connections…healing…they were his main powers. But he couldn’t do it, not now, not with her.

He was afraid of what he might be inside.

She was frowning, biting her lip in the most adorable way… He had to get out of here. He’d give in if he stayed…She was too irresistible.

“I need to find some way to get through to Max. He needs to know what’s going on.”

“I’m sorry I can’t help.”

She gave him a startled look, as if she had forgotten he was in the room, but then she smiled gently and patted his hand. Making the pang in his heart disappear. “It’s okay, not your fault. It's just been a week since...He’ll just be worried. We have to-”

“I have to go,” he interrupted, “I have training.” He walked quickly to the door. “You can stay here or maybe Kivar will let you wander around…But I have to go, I’ll try and find some way to help, but…Not now.”

Liz watched him go, heard him stutter over the excuse, watched the blush spread across his cheeks.

He was just as bad as Max at lying.


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posted on 28-Jan-2002 3:52:14 PM by dreamangel

She woke up groggily, confused by the new surroundings. As she regained most of her balance, she realized they weren’t new surroundings. They were rather old surroundings she hadn’t been in for a year or so.

The sewer home was much the same as it had been when she had left it, what seemed like an eternity ago, to go to Roswell. She hadn’t been back since.

From Roswell she had headed to California, stopping along the way to perform odd jobs for money. Then she had decided to leave the U.S., just in case Lonnie and Rath were after her, and mind warped her way to Japan, to China, Russia, and most of Europe. Then that feeling of need had swept over her and she had started back.

She’d lost her juice in England, but managed to stowaway on a ship headed to Long Island. She’d used some extra money to ride the subway to the City and walked the short distance to her former home. She’d been planning on staying the night and heading out in the morning, but her past excursions had caught up to her and she passed out.

So now here she was, Lonnie and Rath had apparently been gone awhile, because dust had settled everywhere. It wasn’t obvious, but Lonnie was way anal about keeping the place neat and clean, or at least orderly and organized to her.

Ava dragged herself from the lumpy couch and tread over to the small kitchen area. The fridge was pretty empty. Some eggs, unopened cheese, ham, curdled milk, some cherry coke… Omelette, she decided.

Her movements were slow, she was tired and weak, but she got her breakfast cooking. Making a face as she dumped the expired milk down the sink drain, then she poured herself some soda. It was flat, but it was all she had. Sipping it, she flipped the omelette over to cook the other side and then went to the small bathroom.

She popped some Tylenol and stared at her self in the grimy mirror. She was a complete wreck. She’d shower after breakfast.

Back in the kitchen, she plopped down at the counter, wishing for the aspirin to kick in or for Zan to come back to life and take her headache away. Tears sprung up at the thought of her lost lover…Zan…

She swiped furiously at the tears. She was such a baby, it had been over a year ago, and she still blubbered at the mere thought of his name. She conjured up a picture of him in her mind; tall, dark, handsome, strong…a king…

She had to be strong like him, it was her duty as his Queen.

So she’d stay here until she was fully recuperated. When she had all her powers back at full force she’d go to Roswell and help the cornballs deal with whatever shit was going on there. Then she’d handle Kivar and return to her planet.

That’s what Zan would have wanted.

He’d been surreptitiously avoiding Liz for the past two weeks. He’d gotten her her own room, one close to his but far enough away that temptation wouldn’t be a problem.

She was so anxious to get a hold of his father. To let him know she was safe, and Bastian wanted to help her. He really did, but he didn’t, for two reasons.

Number one being that he didn’t know what to expect from his father. Would he not want him around? Would things be awkward? What if they ended up hating each other? It was just too big of an unknown to form a connection with Max Evans.

The second reason was that if he and Liz connected, she’d be able to read every thought and emotion in his head and body. Not a good idea considering he was pretty sure she wasn’t interested in him the way he was in her. She treated him more like a kid brother or a son than a boyfriend. If she knew how he felt about her…

He didn’t want to deal with her rejection or pity.

So he avoided her.

But he did want to help her, and he did want his father to know of his existence, so…That was what he was doing in the desert at night without a guard. Trying to figure out a way Liz could contact Max.

Crackle. Snap. He froze, the feeling of being followed that had been irking his consciousness leaping to the very front of his brain. He spun quickly, catching sight of trailing cloth as the wearer ducked behind a cactus.

Bastian raised his eyebrow, the plant provided little hiding room, and he heard a very feminine “Ouch!” as a pricker jammed into his shadow. He cleared his throat and in the most commanding voice he could muster ordered her to come out.

Small hands pushed long blond hair away from dark brown eyes and behind an ear. She stared at him as if waiting for an execution order. He sighed, exasperated, “Kendy.”

Blue eyes watched avidly as the well-dressed man got out of his Mercedes. She crept up slowly, acting innocent and disinterested as she went up to the car. The man was discussing prices with a hooker on the corner.

Ava ran a hand along the bottom of the car, changing the license plate to New Mexico, then she very casually strolled up to the driver’s side door and leaned against it. No alarm. Moron.

He was obviously very new to this game. You never drove a new Benz around in a neighborhood like this at night without an alarm, and…She carefully tried the door, it came open easily…unlocked. This guy was practically begging to have his car stolen. Of course, she was more than happy to oblige.

“Shit,” she muttered as she used her powers to start the vehicle. It was obvious a deal had just been struck and the two of them were headed to the car. “Yes!” she exclaimed, putting it in gear.

“Hey!” He had just spotted her. “That’s my car!”

Not anymore, bub, she thought as she squealed away. Nice acceleration. Now, she just had to get out of this maze of a city and on open highway. Checking the glove box she found an assortment of condoms and hundred dollar bills. “Must be my lucky night,” she smirked.

Now, to Roswell.

She came out from behind the tall green plant she’d learned was called a cactus and curtseyed to her Prince. Why did he always catch her in embarrassing positions? She despaired of ever being able to act sophisticated and look gorgeous in front of him. Fate was obviously against her on this one.

“Why are you spying on me?”

“I’m not spying!” she exclaimed, outraged at the suggestion.

“Then what are you doing in the desert in the middle of the night, following me around?” he asked him skeptically, eyebrow still raised.

“I was trying to keep you safe!” she shouted.

Again his look was plainly disbelieving. "You were trying to keep me safe?”

“Yes,” she whispered, wondering why it sounded so ridiculous when he said it but made so much sense in her head.

“And why do you feel that I am unsafe in the middle of nowhere?”

If she didn’t know why she felt half the things she felt about him, how could she come up with a reasonable answer to that question? “Be-because,” she stuttered, “we’re on a strange planet with strange people and animals and…and we don’t know if we can trust these humans…and…” She stopped, because she really didn’t know what else to say and because her excuse was getting lamer and lamer.

“Liz is human.”

She didn’t say anything in response to that, especially not the fact that she didn’t trust Liz. It wasn’t like the other girl had done anything, it was just the way Bastian looked at her sometimes…Kendy didn’t like it.

“I knew you wouldn’t accept any guards with you, so I didn’t suggest you bring any, but, and forgive me if I’m being insubordinate, I didn’t like the thought of you out here all alone with no one to protect you.”

“You want to protect me?” She nodded and he smiled, causing a weird reaction in her stomach.

“Yes, Prince Bastian.”

“And how do you propose to protect me small one?” he inquired, sounding amused. She didn’t say anything, just looked at the sandy floor. She really couldn’t protect him. She was too small, too young, and she didn’t have any powers, and…and…

A gentle hand tilted her face upward and then she was staring into honey amber eyes that enveloped her with warmth. She shivered as the sensation passed through her body and Bastian frowned, taking the cloak from his shoulders and placing it on her bare ones.

“Let’s go back to the ship, Kendy.”

“Please,” she stopped in her tracks, forcing him to stop to, “you are my Prince, Bastian, and one day you will be my King. Please let me help you,” she pleaded.

He just watched her, eyes guarded, contemplating her words. Kendy met his eyes, for the first time standing tall and proud before him, wanting so badly to prove her worth to him. “I really can trust you, can’t I?” he breathed.

“Yes, Bastian, you can.”

He nodded, smiling softly in what seemed to her amazement. “Thank you, Kendy. I’m in desperate need of another friend. And…I think there may be something you can do for me.”


He tugged on his ear, thinking. “Servants are allowed to go into town if their masters need something of a local variety, correct?”

“Yes, you Highness, if we are ordered to, but Kivar sends guards along to prevent escape and there are already spies in the town to watch King Zan and his inner circle.”

He was nodding. “Yes, but guards can be easily ditched. Yes, this will work.” He started walking again and she followed anxiously behind.

“What will work?” she wanted to know.

“Come to my quarters after dinner, I’ll tell you then, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, still bewildered, but willing to do as he bid. He grinned again, and she thought again that he really wasn’t the type of prince Antar would expect from someone raised by a man like Kivar.

“Thanks again, Kendy. And, it’s just Bastian, the Highness stuff isn’t something I’d expect from a friend.” And then he left.

Kendy stood for a moment outside the ship, clutching his cloak to her and staring after his retreating back, before going inside herself.

“King Zan?” Max stopped immediately at the sound of the soft voice. He turned, hand in front of him, ready for battle if need be. The warning hand was dropped in a second and his jaw dropped for a beat before he regained control.

The girl stood a few feet away, head down, giving him quick glances before looking around fearfully again. What had stopped him however was her remarkable resemblance to his Liz. True, her hair was blond and her skin lighter, but she had the same body type and eyes as his missing girlfriend.

“Um…It’s Max here, Max Evans.” She nodded and looked around again.

“Can we, um, can we go inside? Kivar has spies everywhere.”

“Oh, sure.” He turned back to the Museum door and unlocked it, he held the door open for her and she scrambled in. He shut the door behind them and turned on the lights, but didn’t switch the sign to open yet. “What is it?”

She was staring at him as if she had seen a ghost and then curtseyed, but her shoe buckled and she was falling. He grabbed her quickly, steadying her. “Thank you,” she whispered, obviously mortified, “I’m not used to these confining clothes and such shoes. The style is much different on Antar.” She adjusted her skirt and stood without his help.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I am Kendy, your Majesty, Prince Bastian’s servant. He asked me to give this to you.” She held out an envelope. “I think it’s from Liz. I have to go now, or I’ll get in trouble.” She curtseyed again, this time without help, and fled.

“Thank you,” he murmured, staring at the white envelope. He opened it slowly and pulled out the piece of paper inside.

Dear Max,

I’m all right. I have no doubt you were worried. I just miss you. Everything is fine here, well, as fine as can be. Bastian managed to save me from being put to death or worse yet, becoming one of Kivar’s whores.

Lonnie, Tess, and Nicholas are here as well as Kivar. Rath is dead. Nicholas dyed his hair, it’s the funniest thing, but apparently Antarians are all blond and he was feeling isolated. You and Bastian are oddities from what I’ve discovered, black hair…Gasp, it’s unheard of.

Bastian’s nineteen, Kivar had his growth rate messed with, but he’ll age normally from now on. He’s so much like you, Max. Your hair, your eyes, your ears…There’s nothing of Tess in him and from what I can tell, he’s not very fond of her as a mother. He’s so sweet, he’ll be a wonderful king, just like you.

He doesn’t have the power to connect or I would have contacted you sooner, as it is, Kendy will be our only means of communication. We can trust her, even if she doesn’t like me, she’s in love with Bastian and won’t betray him. He doesn’t see it though, it’s kind of the opposite of our relationship. Girl loves guy and guy doesn’t notice instead of guy loves girl and girl is stupidly oblivious.

I’m trying to find out all I can about Kivar’s plans, but either they don’t have any or they’re really good at keeping secrets. I’m leaning toward the former or else Bastian would have heard something. Kivar considers him more loyal than even Nicholas or Lonnie, of course, he’s never given them any reason to question it.

Don’t get me wrong, Max, he doesn’t actually feel any loyalty to Kivar, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be willing to join us. I haven’t been able to bring up an escape yet, he’s been avoiding me and when we do get together, we’re interrupted. But it will happen, I promise.

I need to wrap this up, Kendy just arrived and this was kind of sprung on me at the last moment. Bastian just thought of it and informed me before dinner. You’ll be reading this tomorrow afternoon if everything works out. Really gotta go…

Give everyone hugs and kisses from me.

Love always,

your Liz



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posted on 29-Jan-2002 2:56:09 PM by dreamangel

He was having one of those days.

Those days meaning the hot, humid, muggy atmosphere and blanking brain and sluggish movements. Those days when everyone around him seemed to be keeping secrets and judging him with their eyes are they complimented him to his face.

He had thought that was over with, all the hidden motives, but apparently the knowledge that he had saved a rebel’s life and now had her set up in the lap of luxury caused some people to think opinions needed to be revised.

So Kivar was having another one of those parties on one of those days, when Bastian just wasn’t feeling up to his prime.

He sunk gratefully into a large, overstuffed chair that Kivar had set up on his larger balcony shelf. He had one of the back rooms whereas Bastian had a frontal room and only had room for himself and a very small person outside his room. He found this arrangement unfair. He wanted the space to be free, Kivar wanted it to give his guests more places to snoop about his power and grandiose control over Zan’s son.

Bastian hated being on display.

But it was peaceful at the moment, the chill in the desert air that accompanied nightfall had chased loiterers away from the secluded spot and he now claimed it as his sanctuary from the crush of the party.

“Wha’s up wit da doom an’ gloom little prince?”

The sound of a body hitting fabric rippled through his awareness and he stifled a groan. “Good evening, Aunt Vilandra.”

She chuckled, a harsh sound that grated on his nerves. Liz said his Aunt Isabel in Roswell was much more refined than street urchin Lonnie. He desperately hoped so. According to Liz, Roswell was an infinite improvement to the ship, he was tempted to go into town just to be free of confinements and restraint, but Kivar forbade him the privilege.

“Yous is always so proper, little man, ‘nough to drive me an’ ya peeps crazy-like.”

He merely scowled at her. “Fine. Lonnie, I really don’t understand how anyone can comprehend anything you’re saying, you really shouldn’t criticize my speech when yours is so crude and grammatically incorrect.”

She stared at him blankly and he sighed. “The way you talk is annoying.”

“So yous is saying dat yous wants me ta be cornball like dat Isabel chick an’ her prissy Mary friends?”


“Yous is definitely Maxie’s kid.”

“Why do you say that?” He narrowed his eyes at his aunt, acting nonchalant. If she knew how anxious he was for her answer she’d prolong the delay until he was on the verge of storming off. She enjoyed having that kind of power over people.

Lonnie shifted position so that she was sitting up instead of lying on the couch. She studied him in the dark, her tongue occasionally slipping out between her lips as she contemplated the question and her answer.

Finally she slapped her hands together and smiled at him. “I say dat ‘cause yous both have da biggest sticks up your asses.”

He just stared.

“A’ight, a’ight.” She shook her head at his immobile stance. “Yous really gotta learn how ta chill princey.”

She looked around until she had caught a servant’s eye and beckoned her over. The girl came running quickly, though how she did it without tripping over anything was beyond him. He would never be able to travel at that pace in a crowded room with his head practically glued in a position parallel to the floor without falling on his face.

“Yes, your Highnesses?”

“C’mere.” The girl approached Lonnie slowly, the fear instilled in her of royalty she’d had since birth would only increase around the infamous Vilandra. Lonnie rolled her brown eyes at the girl’s timidness and grabbed her by the scruff of her dress. The girl gasped as she was pulled downward and her dress began to tear.

“Lonnie!” he warned.

She ignored him, staring instead at the girl who was now face to face with her. “Wha’s your name?”

“Rai-Raina, your Highness.” She was trying to keep her eyes down and off the Princess’s face.

“Well, Raina,” she leaned back, releasing the girl as she placed her arms along the length of the couch, “I’s needs ya ta do me a little favor.” Her eyes darted between Lonnie and Bastian, unsure of the favor.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Scurry on down ta them kitchens an’ get us some Heinekeins.”

Bastian looked at Lonnie, confused. The girl just curtseyed and left. “What-a-kens?”

“Heinekeins, doan worry it’s jus’ beer.”

“What’s beer?”

She made one of those noises in the back of her throat. “It’ll loosen ya up, maybe get rid of dat stick.” He remained skeptical.

He had said exactly nothing more in the time it took for Raina to leave and come back. She offered up the two green bottles silently and both took one, Bastian observing it curiously. As Raina turned to go, he caught her sleeve. She flinched.


“Take the rest of the night off Raina, and see the tailors about fixing your dress. It’s on me, and if they give you trouble tell them they can take it up with me.”

She now looked straight into his eyes, her green ones shocked. “Y-yes Prince Bastian, as you command.” He nodded, smiling gently, and let her go. He watched her progress as she made her way out of the room, blending into the background to avoid detection by a noble.

“Yo, B, get ya ass over here.”

He turned back to his aunt reluctantly, wanting to escape this chaos himself. At least it was winding down. Seated again, he looked at her and then at the bottle.

“What do I do?”

She laughed at him. “Pop da top an’ drink, it ain’t rocket science.”

He opened the green glass and brought it to his lips. It had a pungent smell that he wasn’t sure he liked. Opening on eye he looked at Lonnie, who held an unopened bottle. “Why aren’t you drinking?” he asked as he took a sip.

Fire ran down his throat and seemed to spread rapidly throughout his entire body, sparks went off in his brain. He gazed blankly over at his aunt who seemed to be fairly blurry. She was grinning.

“Yous kiddin’ me, beer messes wit’ alien brains. I’s doan touch the stuff.”

He couldn’t understand what she was saying, and so he just stared, puzzled, trying to work his muddled brain around the words. Unable to do so, he just nodded and put the beer down. “I don’t think I want any more.”


“In fact, I don’t really want to be here.”


“And so,” he stood, a little wobbly on his feet, “I’m leaving.”

“’Kay. Have some fun, B.”

“Good night, Aunt Vilandra.” He gave her a sweeping bow and nearly toppled over. Lonnie steadied him.

“Careful, little man, we’s doan want yous ta get hurt.”

“Thank you. I hope no one saw that.” He glanced around at the fuzzy world, unable to focus on one thing.

“Naw, I’s doan think so. Yous go run along now, B, get yourself a little sumthin’ sumthin’.”


“Ne’er mind. Jus’ get ya bony butt out of here.”

“I do not have a bony butt!” he cried, indignant.


He went, deciding he really wanted to lie down.


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posted on 31-Jan-2002 2:07:44 PM by dreamangel

Kendy was in the kitchens, helping to clean the place up because so many of the kitchen maids were attending the party as servers. She wished she had been allowed to serve, if only to keep an eye on her Prince. He had confided in her his dislike of the events and she thought if he had a friend nearby he wouldn’t get so down. But no, they already had enough help…

She looked up from her scouring of the oven just as Raina came in. “Rai?”

“Kendy, hi! Need some help?”

“Please.” She made a face. “The faster this is done the faster I can leave.”

Her friend knelt down beside her, grabbing another scrub brush and started working on a grate that Kendy had handed to her.

“I thought you were serving at the party?”

“I was, Prince Bastian dismissed me.”

“He did?”

Raina nodded and then a dreamy expression came into her leaf green eyes. “He’s really very handsome, Kendy, you’re so lucky,” she gushed, “And his arms…Whoa, I just wanted-”

“So what did you do,” she interrupted.


“Did you spill the drinks on him or what?”

“Oh, you mean why’d he dismiss me?”

Kendy nodded and then buried her head back in the oven, hoping Raina hadn’t noticed the rather obvious subject change. She didn’t want to discuss Bastian’s charming outward attributes, or even his appealing inner ones, with her friends. They stirred up something inside of her she was trying to avoid.

“Raina?” she prompted when her friend didn’t answer.

“Hmm?” Her friend had that look in her eyes again. “Do you have something I could use for my hair?”

Kendy gave an exasperated shriek and pulled the leather strip out of her hair, handing it to Raina. Her honey blond hair cascaded around her shoulders and she flicked it back impatiently, not noticing the black streaks her dirty hands had made.

“So anyway, Princess Vilandra called me over to where she and Prince Bastian were sitting, then she ripped my dress…” Kendy then noticed the tear at the collar of the blue fabric, which Raina’s silver white hair had been hiding. “Then she told me to bring them some whatems, the stuff in the green bottles from town, so I did and then his Highness said I could go and he smiled at me and told me he’d pay for the damages to my dress, and now I’m here.”

Kendy nodded as the story was completed and then leaned back in the oven. Suddenly she froze and then sat back on her heels, feeling dazed. She glanced at her friend and then rubbed at her forehead. “Rai? Did you say the green bottles?” she inquired faintly.

“Uh-huh. He has a really nice smile…”

“Raina!” she screeched.


Calm down, she ordered herself, just don’t freak out. She grimaced, she had been sticking close to Bastian, who was sticking close to Liz, and the human’s expressions of speech were rubbing off on her, as she had been dismayed to discover a week ago.

“Um, could you cover for me, pretty please?”

Green eyes regarded her suspiciously. “Alright…But-”

Kendy was all ready out the door and started on her mission. Determination coursed through her.

She had to find Bastian.

She had been in the kitchens and around the royal’s quarters to know those green bottles meant trouble. Lonnie used them all the time. It was common knowledge that Kivar had tired of her streetie ways quickly and she slipped whatever drink was in those bottles into his meals to keep him bound to her.

He always seemed to go insane during those times.

She had to find Bastian.

There was no telling what the stuff would do to him and she would die before letting any harm befall her Prince.

The party room was full, but a full perimeter sweep revealed the fact that Bastian wasn’t there. But Lonnie, Kivar, and Tess (as she had taken to calling Ava, another habit of both Liz and Bastian) were. There were also several highborn nobles who decided to take exception to her presence.

“Excuse me,” she said, irritated and ashamed as one of them tried to manhandle her on her way out, “Keep your hands to yourself.”

“You dare! I could have you thrown in the brig for refusing my attentions,” the aqua-eyed young man hissed, pressing her against a wall.

She snorted, pushing him away. “I am Prince Bastian’s personal," she emphasized the personal, “servant.” Her assailant paled. “Now who’ll end up in the brig?” He backed off slightly and she pushed him the rest of the way and left without a backwards glare.

Fuming silently she ran over the possible alternative destinations of Bastian. She swore the man needed a keeper, but no matter how often she tried to take that role he managed to sneak out of it and away from her. Okay, possibilities:

1. The, um, “entertainers”
2. The desert
3. His room
4. Liz’s room

Short list, she mused. She crossed of the entertainers in her mind, Bastian was never into that sort of stuff. Three choices. Kendy placed the desert last, it was the farthest away, she’d go to his room first. She tried to keep her thoughts away from the last possibility.

To quote Liz: She didn’t want to go there.

So here she was in front Bastian’s door, about to knock even though she had a key. She was afraid of the state he might be in. It wouldn’t be proper to barge in on her future King if he wasn’t…decent…

Kendy took a deep breath but stilled her hand before it hit the wood panel. She wavered an instant then wrapped her slender fingers around the knob.

And then Bastian came stumbling around the corner.

“Bastian!” she cried and rushed to his side.

“Liz?” he asked and she recoiled from him instantly, a stinging sensation in the left side of her chest. He stumbled forward a little more and then sunk to the floor outside his door.

“Bastian! It’s me, Kendy.”

“Kendy?” He tried to focus his eyes on her but couldn’t. She whimpered in pain at the lost look in his beautiful amber eyes. “You look like Liz.”

She frowned, cradling him to her, and remembered the ash and grime she had smeared into her hair while cleaning, turning her hair a brownish color. “Well, you look like King Zan,” she retorted.

“Yesss,” he slurred, “Liz says so, too.”

Great, just what she wanted, more comparisons to Liz. His infatuation with the other girl hurt. Quite suddenly he sat up and attempted to get to his feet but tripped and sank to his knees before her.

“I want to see Liz.”

“Bastian, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She rose herself and managed to wrestle him up beside her.

“Why not?” he demanded, trying to dislodge himself from her helping embrace, but he only ended up leaning more heavily on her.

“Because you’re not yourself. What did Lonnie do to you?”

“She gave me a beer.”

“A beer? What’s that? Is that’s what’s in those green bottles?”

“They were very green, yes. I felt all fuzzy and tingly after drinking it. You know,” he looked down at her drowsily, “Everything’s still a little fuzzy.”

“How about we get you into bed?”


She nodded. “A nice, warm, comfy bed. Come on.” She coaxed him forward and propped him up against the wall opposite his room then she turned and opened his door. Manuevering them carefully into it, she shut the door and then led him to the bed.

“I wanted to sleep earlier, that’s why I left the party, but I couldn’t find my room.” He looked around. “Are you sure this is my room?”

“Positive. And this…” she pointed, trying to keep Bastian steady, “is your bed.”

“It’s a nice bed.”

“Yes it is, it’ll be even nicer if you’re in it and asleep.” And out of trouble, she added in her head. Then all her thoughts flew out of her head as Bastian stumbled again, causing them both to crash onto his bed…Him on top of her.

Kendy started to panic, she couldn’t think straight. The fact that his lean, hard, extremely masculine body was crushing her into his cedar smelling bed was overwhelming. She felt hot all over and her body began to ache with some indefinable need and she tried frantically to push him off of her.

“Bastian!” she pleaded, desperate and close to tears. She didn’t want these feelings, she didn’t want her body running out of control, and she definitelydidn’t want to fall in love with her Prince…

“I can’t move, I’m too heavy.” His breath tickled her neck, his lips brushed over her pulse, making her shiver with longing to have those lips in other places, places no one had ever touched before.

Her face flamed and she began to wiggle her own way out from under him, ignoring the way her body moved against his…ignoring the way it felt…

Free! She gave a huge sigh of relief and came up from beneath him flustered and out of breath, she used another massive amount of energy to turn Bastian’s muscular body over and rested on her hands, hovering above him.

“Okay, so now you’re in bed.” He looked up at her confused as she slid off the bed. “And I’m not.”

She started toward the door but then turned around and kneeled down in front of him. “What are you doing?” he asked, he had managed to sit up finally.

“I’m taking off your boots, you can’t sleep in them,” she told him as she pulled the heavy black footwear off. "I thought you couldn’t move.”

“I can now,” he said simply, “I feel light again.”

“Uh-huh.” She grunted as she wrestled his left boot off. He laughed at her as she went tumbling to the floor from the force of the tug. Kendy glared at him and he sobered immediately.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, sounding intensely apologetic, “I didn’t mean-”

“It’s fine Bastian,” she cut him off. Standing she picked up the boots and headed to his closet. “What do you want to wear to bed? It’s going to be hot.”

“I don’t want to wear anything.”

Kendy froze, not liking the mental picture his words brought to mind. Okay, that was untrue, she certainly liked the picture…But she shouldn’t. She shouldn’t. She couldn’t think of him like…that. In that way…

“Well that’s not an option,” she stated as firmly as she could, though her voice trembled slightly.

“Why not?” he whined.

“Because…Because I said so.”

“That’s not fair!” he cried, “I’m the Prince, I should get what I want. That’s how it works!”

“Not tonight it doesn’t.”

“You’re mean.” She grabbed a pair of what Liz had termed “boxers” that she had bought for him on one of her visits to town and then finally faced him. He was pouting.

He looked adorable.

“Here,” she placed the boxers on the bed, “You wear these, all right? That’s close to nothing.”

He looked at the boxers then back at her. “Okaaaay,” he agreed slowly.

“Good. Good night, Bastian.”

“’Night,” he echoed.

She nodded once and again walked to the door. Her flight was again halted at a frustrated moan from behind her. She sighed, knowing she couldn’t leave if he needed her, not even if being in his room with him stripped her of her sanity.

Slowly she made her way back to where he was sitting on the bed, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He couldn’t seem to get his fingers around them. She clasped his hands and put them to the side, he just looked up at her, bewildered.

“Let me help,” she ordered.

He nodded and she got to work quickly, her hands brushing against his toned chest. Kendy kept her eyes on the buttons, not daring to let her attention wander. The close proximity was wreaking havoc on her senses and a visual would probably do her in.

“Okay,” she whispered, stepping away from him. He was able to pull his shirt off without getting tangled up in it and then he stood, still unsteady on his feet.

“Thanks,” he said slowly. She nodded and started backing away, unsure whether it was really okay to leave him alone or if she should just stay and wait till he was safe in bed. Then, without warning he dropped his pants.

She stared.

She couldn’t help it, he was standing in front of her NAKED!!! She shouldn’t be looking at him, he was way above her station and they were friends…Just friends. Kendy blushed furiously and finally averted her gaze.

A loud crashing noise, however, forced her head back up. Her Prince was lying in a heap on the floor, frowning at the boxers and then he raised his soulful eyes to her, near tears. She relented immediately and was at his side once again. She helped him up and then took the boxers.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” she coaxed as she knelt at his feet, “Then lift your right foot…”

“Which one is that?”

“This one,” she said, tapping, “And now your other one…There we go.” She pulled the boxers up as fast as she could, trying to still her trembling fingers. She stood again and found herself flush up against his body. They stared at each other and then he gave her a silly grin.

“You’re sweet, Kendy.” His hand brushed gently against her cheek and then tangled in her hair. She just stared up at him, shocked speechless again. What was she supposed to say to that? How was she supposed respond to his caress? Was it all part of what the beer had done to him or did he mean it?

Before she could work her mind around the questions, before she could say a word, or push all the flutterings in her body away…

He kissed her!

She melted immediately, her body flowing against his…They fit together perfectly…She opened her mouth slighted, allowing his tongue to slip in against hers, and she kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as his other hand worked its way up her back…

“Bastian…” she murmured, unable to actually form a coherent sentence. This shouldn’t be happening, he was a Prince…she was a servant…the two didn’t mix…

At all.

She pulled away.

“I have to go,” she stated firmly, breaking away from his embrace and rushing to the door and out of it, not looking back.

He was asleep. At least, he thought he was…He knew he was laying in his bed and his eyes were closed, but sensations were running through him that felt too real to be a dream.

He could feel tiny hands just barely touching his chest…eyes burning into his nude body…those same hands sliding up his legs…slender body pressed tightly to him…soft lips…warm mouth…silky hair brushing against his hands…smooth arms tugging him closer…and a sweet, soft, breathy voice whispering his name…

Bastian opened his eyes to be comfronted with darkness, he let his eyes adjust to the gloom, but still couldn’t see straight. He tried to organize his whirling thoughts and all he got was the feelings in his body and the remembrance of a recurring dream he’d had since he turned thirteen.

His muddled brain only came up with one solution.



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posted on 1-Feb-2002 7:19:10 AM by dreamangel
Note: Here starts the totally new parts. And um...the --italics-- means flashbacks.


The knock came unexpectedly on her door just as she was starting to fall asleep. Liz grumbled silently to herself as she clambered out of the bed she had just crawled into. Her long, wispy, green nightgown brushing the floor as she padded barefooted to the door.

“Who is it?”

“Liz? It’s me,” Bastian’s voice said. She frowned, wondering if something was wrong to make him come to her this late at night.

“Bastian, what is it?” she asked anxiously as she flung the door open. He stood there in a pair of black boxers and blinked at her. Concerned as she was, the only thing she could focus on was the clouded look in his eyes. “Bastian?”

He gave her a large, lop-sided grin, one that immediately sent her mind back to a night so long ago, when Max had gotten drunk. And then he kissed her.

HELLO! her brain screamed. She felt disoriented and almost unconsciously responded to his kiss. God, he felt good…

But no…this wasn’t right, she reminded herself as he picked her up and strode forward into her room, slamming the door behind him. She had to stop this, he wasn't Max. But her body wasn’t listening to her head, all her body knew was that he felt like Max and kissed like Max and tasted like Max and held her like Max and touched her like Max …All her body knew was Max.

No, no, no, he’s not Max, he’s Bastian, and he’s supposed to be my son!

But she couldn’t pull away, because right then, the flashes started.

--The floor was hard, the room a dull white and gray, black shadows cast into every crevice, but he couldn’t see that, couldn’t feel that…His attention was on the starlight flooding in from the open ceiling of the observatory, surrounding her body…Her tiny, perfect body. Liz, his mind cried…--

--His bed was soaked with sweat, his covers flung off to the side to cool his burning body, but the ache wouldn’t go away. He closed his eyes, picturing his dream girl again, her dark eyes smiling, shining, calling to him…And he choked out her name as she started fading away, wondering where in the universe she was.--

--"Well, I've been having these...dreams-"

"Dreams?" she interrupted, becoming pink herself, "What kind of dreams?"

"Um, well, there's them, with me, and..." He couldn't go any further. His dreams were private, and for some reason, he wanted to keep his dream girl to himself.

"A girl? Anyone I know?" she teased, "Should I be giving you the TALK?" He knew she would push it, and he had vowed to try...

"Um, no, Mother, Kivar already talked to me about...that. And I don't think you know her." He felt a dreamy smile cross his lips. "She's like no one I've ever seen. She so small, and she's got this long brown hair and these eyes...They're huge, and so deep, I think I could drown in them."

"Really?" He looked over at her, surprised by her distant voice. She looked faint.

"It's when I'm older," he stammered, "Not now. I know, because I know what my body will be like then, it's like when I'm 18, 19..."

His dream was conjured up again. He could tell his body was more mature, he had grown into his full height, well-muscled, powerful...And she was so tiny in his arms, yet she fit so perfectly. He could feel her body too, all soft and warm. Belonging to him.

Her name ran in circles around his brain, begging to be said...

"And does this mystery woman have a name?" Tess asked guardedly.

"Liz," he sighed, not realizing he had let it slip. When he had, he straightened and looked at his mother. He hadn't wanted to share that detail. He had wanted to keep it to himself.

She looked...stiff. That's all he got. Her face was a mask of unemotion, her eyes dark as death. Now she was the one drawing away, a reaction that thoroughly confused him. Wasn't she the one who wanted him to share?

"She doesn't exist."


Her eyes were cold, and when she looked at him he knew she was seeing his father, her eyes so unforgiving. "She's not real, Bastian," she told him, "Forget your dreams and settle down with a nice Antarian girl when this war is over."

"Mother, I-"

"Bastian. I am your mother, and I know what's best for you. You have to believe me, sweetie," her voice softened, "Believing in a dream is only going to get you hurt. Your destiny lies elsewhere."

He didn't like where this conversation was headed. This talk of destiny uneased him. He was master of his own fate, not some pre-ordained babble she kept speaking of.

"Besides," she stated cruelly, "Even if she did exist she's probably no more than a tease. A heartless bitch who would keep you on a string until she wanted to toy with you again. She's probably-"

"NO!" he shouted, leaping up from his seat. He stared at his mother, and when he spoke his voice was strident and trembling with emotion. "No, Mother, you're wrong. Do not talk about her that way. She is not what you say, she is perfect. Perfect," he ended in a whisper. Then he left the room.

This was why he never talked to her. She didn't understand anything about him.--

--He attacked, no qualms about it, tearing into his opponent as if he wasn’t even there. He was so frustrated…those dreams…but instead of distracting him, they were honing his abilities. He concentrated more now, on his swordsmanship as well as his studies.

The glistening glint of silver descended and he parried, knocking the other lord to the ground. In an instant his own sword was raised, ready for the kill.

“Bastian!” Kivar’s voice rang out through the training hall, and Bastian froze, sword point mere inches from the man’s throat. He straightened and saluted his opponent, then took off his protective gear and walked silently across the mats to his step-father.

“Yes, Kivar?”

Gray eyes were smiling as he looked at the man still lying in the floor, “Good,” he murmured, almost to himself, “Bastian, the ship has had it’s first view of earth, I thought you might like to witness the landing after you get cleaned up.”

“I would enjoy that, thank you.” He bowed slightly and then walked away, stripping his sweat-soaked shirt of his body. This tension was killing him, and the physical exertion of fencing was the only way to relieve it. He could of course, get some female companionship, but none of the ladies on board were appealing.

None of them were her. --

--“There is a specific person I have in mind for my mate, Kivar, I will accept no substitutes.”--

-- He couldn’t tear his eyes off the young woman in front him. It was his dream girl, his Liz. Flesh and blood before him.

He had found her.--

--“You look a lot like your father. Exactly like him, in fact.”--

--“You have that same air about you, Bastian. When I look in your eyes…I know I can trust you, with my life if necessary.”

She was touching him.

She was actually touching him, and her skin was really soft.

He opened his mouth, wanting to tell her about his dreams, about his feelings, about everything that ever happened in his short life…--

--“That’s part of the big “destiny”. Be alone, be aloof, be King. I’ve been taught since my birth to hate everything my father was and is, to be opposite him in everything, to want to possess everything that is his.”

He met her gaze head on, judging her reaction. She was still watching him, an eyebrow raised.

“Do you?”

“No.” He laughed a bit, “In fact, the older I get, the more like my father I become.”--

--“Yous is definitely Maxie’s kid.”--

-- He could feel tiny hands just barely touching his chest…eyes burning into his nude body…those same hands sliding up his legs…slender body pressed tightly to him…soft lips…warm mouth…silky hair brushing against his hands…smooth arms tugging him closer…and a sweet, soft, breathy voice whispering his name…


--“Miss Mary Mack-Mack-Mack, all dressed in black-black-black…” Maria’s palms slapped against hers as they chanted in unison, laughing when they messed up. She glanced away for a moment, pushing her dark hair behind her ears, and met the gaze of the new boy…--

--“Max Evans is staring at you again.”--

--Pain shot through her like the bullet that had caused it, Maria’s voice was getting farther and farther away…Everything was dimming into black ness…Then a soft voice, deep, rich, vibrating…”Liz, LIZ! You have to look at me. You have to look at me.”--

--I could feel everything he was feeling. I could feel his loneliness. For the first time I was really seeing Max Evans, I saw me as he saw me, and the amazing thing was, in his eyes, I was beautiful. --

--Max Evans has put a force on me. It's like my whole life changed in an instant. It's just so ironic that when something like this finally happened to me, it was with an alien. --

--Everything was soft, new, and she wanted so badly for him to just lean forward, just an inch…”Liz, it's not safe. I mean, for you and , and me's not safe.”

“I don't care.”

“Liz I really, really wish that this could be something, you know, more. But it can't. We're just...”

“Different.” --

--It's September 24th, I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I died. But then the really amazing thing happened. I came to life. --

--Part of me wants safety, wants to go back to how things were, to a life that I could predict, where I know how life is going to be. And the other part of me wants to go somewhere else, into the unknown.--

--She was so happy her grandma was here…”So, in any case, Kyle's not somebody that I'm going to marry or anything. But it' know. We have a good time together. It's good.”

“What?” she asked, knowing her grandmother expected more.

“Well, not every relationship has to be the be-all and end-all.”

That was exactly what she wanted to hear, but at the same time… “ doesn't?”

“No...everybody wants to find her soul mate, but there's so much time for that. I think it's nice that you have somebody you can have fun with.”

A soul mate…someone who had seen, no, touched her soul… “What if there was something else?”

“Something else?”

She sighed, her grandma was so good at this. “Someone else.”

“Now, this is worth the price of the airfare.”

“What if this someone else could potentially know, what you said.”

“Is there?”

Was there? Was Max the one? Could he be… “But what if were like incredibly, incredibly complicated?”

“Well, one thing I can tell you....if it isn't complicated, he probably isn't a soul mate.”--

--“Hi,'s Liz. I'm at the hospital. Something happened to my grandmother. We don't know if it's serious, but it seems really bad. I'm just scared. Look, I don't even know why I'm calling you. I guess I just wanted to hear your voice or something. Now I just feel completely stupid.”--

--The tough thing about following your heart is what people forget to mention, that sometimes your heart takes you to places you shouldn't be, places that are as scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring, and sometimes your heart takes you to places that can never lead to a happy ending.

And that's not even the difficult part. The difficult part is when you follow your heart, you leave normal, you go into the unknown.

And once you do, you can never go back.--

--“I know you think that I was foolish, you know, to write about that day and you and everything. What I wrote in my journal, it didn't really have anything to do with science. Um...that day that you saved me, I felt something that I just had to put into years from now, if anyone ever...if anyone ever touches me the way that you did, I'll know what it's supposed to feel like.” She blushed, embarrassed, and stared up at him.--

--The wind blew gently, making her hair swirl around her face as she smiled at him and he smiled back, amber eyes glowing…Have you ever had a moment when you're with the one person in the world you want to be with and the wind is blowing through your hair and the song that just describes your entire soul happens to come on, and then the person that you want to be with happens to love the same song and suddenly you realize you're listening to it together? And that no matter how crazy your life has gotten there's this one moment...this perfect moment...where you could just say that no matter what happens, nothing can take this moment away from me...--

--She opened her mouth, ready to tell him something that had been bugging her for awhile. “Max, you know when you said before that we couldn't be together? That we were different? I just sort of accepted it, you know? Because I thought that it was like physically impossible. That it...that it couldn't be. But when I saw Maria with Michael...the truth is that...I was hurt, Max. Why is it ok for them, but it's not ok for us?”

“Liz, I think that what I'm afraid of isn't that we try this and it works out really badly. What I'm afraid of is we try it and it works out really well. I'm afraid of feeling everything that I know I would feel. Because I know it's not meant to be. And somewhere down the line, we're gonna get hurt. I can live with that. I just couldn't bear to hurt you.”

“But that's not your decision, is it?”

“I guess not.”--

--“I better go,” he told her.


“Cuz if I don't go right now, things are gonna change.”

“Change, how?” she inquired playfully.

“I'm gonna have to touch your hair...cuz it's so soft...and I'd have to tell you matter what we go through, it's all worthwhile for me because we're together.”

“And then?” she asked, anticipation coursing through her body as she tilted her head upwards.

“And then...I'd have to do this...” The kiss was short, tempting…so very sweet…and then--

--Tears slipped lightly down her cheeks, so much…So much had happened in one day. Their one day together, and now…She shivered as he went down the ladder, his lips still burning on hers…A step back?--

--“You can't let go of him, can you?”

“I don't want to,” she stated, emotion shaking her voice.--

--She looked from the pulsing red heart on her balcony, their initials branded together, to Max and his silly, drunken grin…

“This can never be normal Max.”

“What’s so great about normal?”--

--He had seen her fantasy! Mortification paralyzed her body. Somewhere between all the making-out and the stars, he had seen her shower fantasy, where…Oh God! “The main thing is...I didn't just see what you saw. I felt...what you felt...when you saw me. And I never thought anyone could really...ever feel that way about me.”--

--She couldn’t believe it, after everything… “So everything Nasedo told me was true. You and Tess were meant to be together.”


“I mean, it's your destiny, right?”

“I wish I could go back Liz. Back to when things were normal.”

“Me, too. I just wish that I could have stopped you from saving my life that day in the Crashdown.”

“Don't say that.”

“Max, the day that you saved my life, your life just ended.”

“No, that was the day my life began. Liz, when I was in that room, and they did what they did to me. You're what kept me alive. The thought of you. The way your eyes look into mine. Your smile. The touch of your skin. Your lips. Knowing you has made me human. Whether I die tomorrow or fifty years from now, my destiny is the same: it's you. I want to be with you, Liz. I love you.” He loved her! She felt her heart begin to burst…

“I love you.” And their kiss was a promise.--

--“Max, you do have a destiny. You just heard it. I can't stand in the way of it.” Oh, how she wished she could.

“But you mean everything to me.” She leaned forward, kissing him with a finality that she knows is going to tear her apart.

“Goodbye, Max.” she whispered as she turned and left.

“Liz. Liz, wait.” He couldn’t just leave it, could he? She turned to look at him, then ran off, knowing that if she looked back, she never be able to go through with it.”--

--He looked good, a little ruffled, but good. Of course, he always looked good. She shouldn’t have come back, even though she had to…She’d just distance herself from him gradually, push him toward his destiny as much as it would kill her to do so.--

--White roses, serenades, he was so persistent…And so resistant to what she was trying to do. He had to be with Tess.

“You have to make me fall out of love with you.”

But he wouldn’t, and she didn’t want him to…

God, his eyes…

“…and I shall believe…”--

--“I’m not this perfect person…”--

--“God, Max, you just have to trust me.”

“I guess that’s the problem, Liz.”--

--“I thought you didn’t believe in God?”

“I believe in you,” he told her and held her hand, she felt her world start to brighten again.--

--“Max…” Could she tell him now? She wanted to, and if he’d had a vision…Maybe…maybe they could still be together.--

--Pain. Numb. He was kissing her and her heart was being torn out of her chest. That was it, she wasn’t going to waste anymore time crying over Max Evans!--

--Tess was pregnant with Max’s son, and all she felt was betrayal, no matter how unfair that was to him.

“Do you love her?”

“Not like I love you.”--

--“I have to save my son.”--

--"I want to help you get him back." She looked up at him earnestly, "He should be mine, Max, I need to do this."--

--Leather…Max…Zan’s son…Bastian…her son…all grown up…How?

Max I need you.--

He broke away from her angrily and stared down at her luminous brown eyes. Her breasts were heaving and her lips were swollen, and all he wanted to do was take her right then and there, but he couldn’t…She belonged to his father.

“Bastian…” she implored, looking as if she were a bit frightened of him.

“No,” he said harshly, preventing her from saying more, “It just figures that the one thing I want most is his."

He left her standing there without another word.


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posted on 1-Feb-2002 5:50:30 PM by dreamangel
Note: I have no school today, so...tah-dah! Another part. There should only be six or seven or eight more after this one, I'm kinda wrinting as I go, but I do have a general outline!


Kendy was in a glorious mood. She couldn’t help it, Bastian had kissed her last night. The Crown Prince of Antar had kissed her last night.

A the moment it didn’t matter to her that they could never be together. It didn’t matter that she was only a servant and he was next in line for the throne. All that matter was that she was Kendy and he was Bastian, and
he had kissed her!

She hurried down the corridor, preparing speech that would let Bastian know kindly but firmly that they could only be friends, as much as she wanted it to be more, they could only be friends.


She stopped, mid-skip. “Liz?”

“Thank God I caught you.”

“What’s the matter?” she asked the older girl.

“Can you go to the kitchens and get some coffee for Bastian. He was really drunk last night and he’s going to have a horrible hangover.”

Kendy stilled, “How did you know he was drunk?”

Liz looked at her curiously, eyes sad. “He came to my room last night,” she said quietly.

But that was impossible, she had put him to bed, he had been asleep. “What happened?” she had to ask, even though she dreaded the answer.

Liz just shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. He won’t remember.”

“What do you mean by that?” Kendy exclaimed. She was getting fairly frustrated with Liz’s tight-lipped attitude. It was like she was speaking in code or something. If something was wrong with her prince, she deserved the right to know.

“Alien brains can’t handle alcohol. Since Bastian echoes Max in most qualities, I’m guessing it will effect him the same way it did Max.” Her voice grew sad as her eyes, and the tone took on one of longing and regret. “Just get the coffee Kendy, I’ll meet you in Bastian’s room.”

He groaned at the pounding in his head. Or wait, was that the door? He paused and listened for a moment. It was both.

“Coming,” he growled. Getting up he wiped the grit out of his blurry eyes, jeez, his tongue felt heavy and cottony. He needed to brush his teeth. He grabbed his robe and put it on over his boxers before he opened the door. “Liz?”

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

He rubbed his head and gave her a sheepish smile. “I’ve been better. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t remember what happened after Lonnie gave me that, what’s she call it? Hin-a-kin, or…that beer,” he finally concluded.

She gave him a sympathetic smile. “I thought as much. Go sit down,” she said, shooing him back into his room.

“Got the coffee!” He looked over at Kendy as she came to a skidding stop by the door. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed.


“It’ll help clear your head,” Kendy told him, then gave Liz a quick glance, “At least that’s what Liz says.”

“Well, I’m willing to try anything. I’ve got the worst headache…” He took the cup from Kendy and sipped it, letting the warmth seep down into him. “Thanks, Kendy.” She smiled at him sweetly, and he ruffled her hair.

“Liz said you wouldn’t remember anything about last night?” She posed it as a question, sounding a little disbelieving. He racked his brain, but nothing, just a big blur.

“She would be correct, I can’t recall a thing.”

“Oh.” He looked at her, wondering at the disappointment in her soft voice.

“It was sweet of you to be concerned about me Kendy.” She flinched slightly, but then sent him a tremulous smile.

“What are friends for?” she asked.

“Kendy! I got the food you wanted.” The three of them looked down the hall as the silver-haired blond came towards them.

“Raina, thank you!” Kendy exclaimed, taking the tray her friend had brought.

“Yes,” Bastian repeated, “Thank you. I’m starving!” He eyed the food thoughtfully. “Unfortunately I don’t thing I can eat all that by myself. Would you three like to join me?”

The new girl sputtered, blushing, “I-I have t-to go ba-ack to the kitchens…Thank you so much for offering your Highness…I’ve n-never-“

“It’s all right,” he interrupted smoothly, smiling at her, “I understand. You have duties, I’m not offended.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “By the way, how’s your dress?” He did remember that, at least that was something.

She gave him a brilliant smile, her green eyes sparkling. “I dropped it off this morning, no trouble.”

“Good.” He nodded at her kindly. She looked to be about bursting to say something else, but dropped and curtsey and ran back the way she had come. They stared after her. “Strange girl,” he commented.

“You gotta love her, though,” Kendy pointed out.

He shook his head. “So what about you two? Wanna join me for breakfast?” They both shook their heads no. Liz smiled at him.

“If your appetite is as big as Max’s, you won’t need any help. And then you’re going to get some rest, your eyes are awful red…”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he pleaded, “I need to now what happened last night.”

“Well…” It was Kendy who responded this time, “When I found you all you had done was wander around, so I put you to bed.”

“Thanks.” But wait…he had had been the one to put his own boxers on, right?

“And I didn’t see you at all, Kendy just informed me of what happened this morning, so…Sorry, I can’t help.” He looked at her sharply, but she was staring at the floor. For some reason he had a sneaky suspicion that she was hiding something.

“Okay, well at least I didn’t do anything stupid.” Both girls gave a little tittering laugh, and he looked them over skeptically.

“We’re leaving now,” Liz told him, grabbing Kendy’s hand, “Bye!” And they hurried back down the hall. He shook his head after them and went back inside his room. Women, he thought.

“Why did you lie?” Kendy asked her.

Liz shrugged, “It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done, and if he can’t recall then it really doesn’t effect him.”

“What did happen?”

She stopped and gave the younger girl her full attention. Brown eyes met identical brown eyes and they stared at each other. “I’m not going to be a threat to you Kendy.”


“You love Bastian-“

“I do not!” she protested.

Liz just shook her head, “You do, and I can see that. I just want you to know that whatever Bastian feels for me…It’s just a crush. He’ll come around sooner or later.” She started walking again.

“Why don’t you want him?” She looked back at the confused blonde.

“I have Max, Kendy. And I love him, Bastian’s like a son to me. I can’t feel that way about him.” There was more to it than that, but broken down, that was the basics. Kendy would have to accept it.

She waited for the girl to catch up to her and they walked in companionable silence back to Liz’s room, where Kendy had already had a breakfast set up.


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posted on 2-Feb-2002 8:14:47 AM by dreamangel
Ignore this, I accidently hit 'post reply' when trying to get back to Word. The actual story is below. Sorry. *blush*

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posted on 2-Feb-2002 8:21:09 AM by dreamangel

“So you haven’t heard anything?” Liz asked plaintively.

“Nothing. Either Tess has told Kivar he can’t trust me or they just can’t think of a plan.” He shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what to do. He hated to see her so disappointed, but she did look cute with her brow all furrowed like that…he sighed.

“We need to find out what’s going on, and I need to contact Max.” She chewed her bottom lip, as if thinking hard. “And I need to know why Tess has left me alone all this time.”

“Oh that’s easy,” he piped up, happy he could help her with something, “Kivar ordered her to stay away from you in case she did something that would “diminish my pleasure” or something.”

“Why doesn’t she just mindwarp herself over here?”

He shook his head. “Can’t, she lost the ability when I was born. You know,” he continued thoughtfully, “I think I might have stolen it from her when I came out.”

“You can mindwarp?”

He nodded, “I can also heal.” And form connections, but he wasn’t going to cop to that now. She wouldn’t like it that he lied to her in the first place.

She smacked him upside the head. “Ow!” he exclaimed, “What was that for?”

Pretty brown eyes rolled and she asked, “Why didn’t you just heal your hangover?”

“I never thought about it, I guess,” he answered, smiling sheepishly. Liz shook her head.

“Okay, so we have healing and mindwarping. Anything else? Can Kendy do anything?”

“No. Only those with royal blood in their veins have power, unless you’re a Skin, because they had those programmed in.” She shut her mouth, showing him that he had been correct in anticipating her next question.

“So how are we going to do this?”

“Kendy can deliver a message to my father,” he said simply, but Liz shook her head.

“We’ve done that too many times, Kivar will start getting suspicious if she goes into town every other day and she disappears for a few hours every time.”

“Right…So what do we do?”

We need to get off this ship and have a little one-on-one with our fearless leader,” she told him, grinning wolfishly. He returned the smile slowly.

“How do we do that?”

She gave a frustrated moan and stopped pacing his room, then she threw herself on his bed and looked at him stymied. “That’s the problem, I can’t think of anyway it would work. I mean, if you mindwarp us out, they’ll find out eventually…We need a story that will keep them out of our hair, no summons for you, anyway, and someone who’ll cover for us,” she mused.

There was a perfunctory knock on the door and then Kendy rushed in and dropped onto the bed with them, sighing leisurely. “Thank goodness, those kitchens are so hot.” She fanned herself with her hand, “I thought I was trapped there forever!”

He laughed down at her and tugged a strand of her hair, keeping it confined and playing with the sleek feel of it. He was intent for a moment on watching the way the light hit upon it, making it the gloss of pure gold.

“Are you done admiring my hair, Bastian?” Kendy asked, looking at him with amusement. He dropped the curl immediately, turning red.

“Sorry,” he muttered. Liz and Kendy just laughed at him. Jeez, he almost liked it better when they had the tension between them. Lately all they seemed to do was gang up and tease him mercilessly. It was enough to drive a man insane…

“What were we talking about?” the blonde asked.

“Bastian and I need an alibi, one that will give us enough time to get to town, confer with Max, and get back. Got any ideas?”

“How come you don’t just send me?”

“Too fishy, you’ve been going too much lately.”


“She’s not a personal servant, she’s only allowed out when the kitchen needs something, and they just had a run yesterday,” Bastian vetoed the idea.

“Well, I’m already scheduled for tomorrow. Make a plan and I’ll tell King Zan.” She shrugged, looking at them expectantly. “Well? You guys are the masterminds, I’m just the errand girl, think fast!”

“Kendy!” they both said.

“Okay, okay,” she giggled. Her eyes alight with laughter. They looked like liquid silk, Bastian observed to himself, staring at her unobtrusively. Wait, he stopped himself, what was he thinking? Kendy? Shouldn’t he be noting what Liz’s eyes looked like when she was laughing? Not Kendy… “I got it!”

“Got what?”

“I’ve just gotten an idea!”

“Well,” Bastian deliberated, “I suppose there’s a first for everything.”

“Bastian!” she gasped, tossing golden hair out of her face and she slapped him.

“Ow! What it this? Intergalactic Hit Bastian Day?” he demanded.

Kendy exchanged a glance with Liz and they grabbed the pillows Bastian was lying on. “Hey!” he protested as he fell back. Then his shouts were muffled as they bombarded him with the pillows.

“Oh, you two are gonna get it!” he cried, snatching the pillows out of their hands. The girls scream and tried to scramble off the bed, but Bastian had Liz by the hem of her dress and Kendy was snagged back by a powerful arm that pulled her down onto the soft bed. “Now I have you at my mercy!” he gave a mock-evil laugh that caused them to giggle more, “Cower before me puny women!” And then he attacked.

“Bastian!” they screeched together as he tickled them. Kendy tried to squirm away, but only managed to entrench herself further underneath him. “Liz, help!”

“I can’t,” she said back, “I’m stuck!” More giggling ensued.

“Whoa.” Everyone froze and turned to the doorway, where a woman was standing. “Sorry fer inta’rupptin’.” Lonnie grinned at the and then winked at Bastian. “Nice goin’ B, ya got yerself two cherries ta pop.”

Kendy looked at Liz, confused about the reference, but Liz just shook her head, blushing and removed herself for the compromising position the three of them had put themselves in.

“Did you need something, Aunt Vilandra?” Bastian asked in his “Prince” voice. She shivered, not liking the change that left him so cold and inaccessible.

“Nah, jus’ haven’t seen ya in a few days, wanted ta make sure ya din’t get any…lastin’ effects from the beer.”

“Nothing permanent. Thank you for inquiring about my health, Aunt Vilandra, it’s nice to know you have some concern for me.”

She shook her head and thumbed her nose, “You my boy, B.” She smirked at them again. “Have fun Duke.” And then she walked out.

They waited, silently and solemnly for a minute and then looked at each other. “I think I just got an idea,” Liz said.

“What?” she asked.

They were whispering now, disturbed by the intrusion into their private sanctuary. “We use that,” Liz said, gesturing in the general direction that Lonnie had just disappeared.

“Use what?” she echoed.

That. What they assume, about us.”

“Oh…” Kendy’s voice faded out.

“What?” Bastian asked, “What are you talking about? What are we doing?”

The girl’s rolled their eyes at each other. Boys were so dense. “Kendy,” Liz said, taking charge, “You go into town and tell Max to have someone waiting for us at the drop off point tomorrow night at midnight.” She nodded. “Bastian and I will sneak out through his window and take off through the desert from here. You understand what to say to cover for us.”

She nodded again. “I got it, you two will be “occupied” and wish not to be disturbed for any reason.”


“What do you mean ‘occupied’?” Bastian queried, baffled.

“Just work with us, Bastian,” Liz ordered, “Don’t ask questions.”

He sighed heavily, “Fine.”

They hit the ground hard. “You all right?” Bastian asked her.

“Fine,” she whispered back, “Let’s go.”

They headed away from the ship, in the direction Liz had first come from, Bastian mindwarping them until they were out of sight of the ship.

She heard an engine humming close a few hours later and she peered out from behind the shrubbery she and Bastian were hiding. “That’s our ride, come on.” She tugged him after her and stepped out into the headlights.

“Shit, Liz!” Michael exclaimed from the new Jeep.

“Hey Michael,” she greeted back, climbing into the vehicle. Bastian cautiously got in after here. Michael stared at him as if he had seen a ghost. Liz frowned at him, seeing how uncomfortable with the scrutiny Bastian was. “Bastian, this is Michael Guerin. Michael, this is Bastian.”

“Nice to meet you,” Michael said gruffly and put the car in gear.

“You too,” Bastian responded quietly, looking at Liz helplessly.

“Don’t worry Bastian, Michael’s like this with everybody, it’s not you.”

Michael gave her a glance. “Funny Liz, you turned into a comedian in your absence. I’m so thrilled.”

Liz didn’t reply to that. “How are my parents?”

“They took the get-away excuse easy. Your dad muttered something about ‘that Evans boy’ and chopped up some meat. Your mom just shook her head and asked why you never bother to inform her of these things. Perfect Lizzie Parker slipping up?” he teased.

“Shut up, Guerin!”

Bastian started the mindwarp a little before they entered town, making sure that all the guards were covered. Michael parked in an alley by a UFO Museum and cut the engine. “Get out,” he said shortly.

Bastian scrambled out and then helped Liz down, who smiled at him gratefully as Michael led them silently through a back entrance. He had never known Rath, but from what history books said, Michael was pretty much the original. Strong, silent, gruff, powerful…Exactly as the Commander had always been described.

“Here we go,” Liz murmured. They suddenly came into the center of the place, and he tore his eyes away from the gruesome displays. A group of eyes swung towards him. There was an older man, blue eyes, gray hair. Then the teenagers, a blonde girl with green eyes, another blond boy with blue eyes, Vilandra, or Isabel…And then amber eyes met his briefly, eyes they reminded him of his own, and then they flickered to the girl beside him and shone with relief.

“Liz,” he breathed. And then Liz was gone from his side, brown hair streaming as she ran to his look-alike, his father.

“Max!” There were tears in her voice as he caught her up against him.

“Liz, Liz, Lizlizlizliz…” his father chanted, running hands over his body, kissing every inch of her face he could reach.

Some part of Bastian was wounded, but that part was buried, and he wasn’t really feeling heartbroken. It was almost as if he had known all along she couldn’t really be his. But she had been his dream girl since he could remember, and he didn’t know if he could care about anyone else. Feel for another woman what he had felt for her.

His hands clenched and he looked away. Brown eyes were looking at him curiously. “Hello,” she said in a well-mannered, cultured voice, “I’m your Aunt Isabel. You can call me Izzy.” Suddenly she grinned, making her much more approachable. She swept him into a hug and kissed his cheek. “Thank God we finally found you, I thought Max was going to go insane. And he turns into a big enough lunatic when Liz isn’t around, with both of you gone…” she shook her head, “Sheer madness.”

They turned their attention back to the reuniting couple. Liz’s legs were now wrapped around Max’s waist, and they were kissing passionately. “Are they always like that?” he asked, feeling as if he had just caught his parents making out on the couch.

“Pretty much,” she retorted, “Of course, it’ll get worse if we don’t do something.”

Just then they broke apart for air, but just barely. “I’m never going to let anything come between us again. Never,” he murmured against her lips, refusing to let her go.

“There’s definitely nothing coming between you right now,” Isabel called to them, “You know, you have a son her who might want to meet you or something.” Max looked at them abashedly and let Liz slide down his body. She was instantly grabbed by other blonde girl, who pulled her into a squealing hug.


Bastian and Max eyed each other warily. They appeared exactly alike, it was like looking into a mirror, with the only thing different being their clothes. “I’m Max,” Max said, sticking his hand out, “I’m your father.” He scratched his temple with the other hand. “I don’t know which you should call me.”

“How about we start with Max and work our way up to Dad?” he suggested, extending his hand too. “I’m Bastian, your son.”

Max gave him a slow smile and drew him into a hug. “Welcome home, Bastian, I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

Bastian held back tears and nodded against his father’s shoulder. “Thanks,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Ain’t this sweet?” a voice ricocheted down from the stairs leading to the front entrance, “A cornball reunion.” Everyone slowly turned to face the trespasser, guards up, ready for a fight.


OKay, so I hadn't originally intended to put the pillow fight scene in, but then it came out and I didn't delete it because I thought it was cute...

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posted on 3-Feb-2002 7:45:30 AM by dreamangel


She laughed, happy that Liz was glad to see her. She hurried down the steps and into Liz’s arms, hugging each other tight. “Were have you been?” Liz asked excitedly.

“Around,” she replied, shrugging, “Went ta Europe, saw da sights. It ain’t the shit, but it passed time.” Liz smiled. “Then I’s got dis funny feelin’ an’ I headed back ‘ere. Waylaid in da City, lifted a car, and ‘ere I am, back in dis cornball town. So, ‘sup?”

“A lot, actually,” Liz told her, leading her over to the group, “And I’m thrilled you came back, I missed you.”

“I missed ya too, Lizzie.” She looked at her best friend shyly and Liz gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“Come on, we’ll fill you in.”

Ava looked the group over bashfully, their last encounters hadn’t been that great. She hadn’t really got to know any of the humans, but they were looking at her apprehensively, as if trying to figure her out. She bet they were wondering if she was like that bitch, Tess. Isabel and Michael were glaring at her, distrustful. She deserved that, she guessed, she hadn’t been all that forthcoming last time they talked.

Max’s gaze on her was impassionate, as if he were reserving judgment on her for Liz’s sake. She gave him a small smile to thank him for sticking up for her when Rath had threatened her last year. His eyes lost some of there aloofness and he gave her a tiny nod.

She then turned her attention to the person beside Max, and sucked in a breath. Amber eyes regarded her curiously. He looked like Zan, well a more Maxlike Zan, but he was definitely one of the kings.

She frowned and walked up to him, studying him closely. He just watched her as she circled around him. There was no tugging at her lower extremities like there was when Zan had been around, or even to the lesser extent Max caused in her libido. She felt something for him, but it had no sexual connotations.

She came back in front of him, looking him right in the eye. Then she reached out and brushed his bangs back and fixed the collar of his shirt. “Get a peep at ya!” she exclaimed, “Straighten up, ya look like a disgrace ta ya name!”

He smiled. “Yes Mother,” he replied, voice teasing. She gave him a soft smile.

“So’s who are ya?”

“Ava, this is Bastian,” Liz said, “Max’s son.”

She looked at Liz, surprised. “Ain’t no way!” she exclaimed, surprised as hell.

“Kivar performed some genetic engineering on him as a baby, growth hormones were stimulated, body and brain. He’s the equivalent of a nineteen year old, same as us,” Liz informed her in the science whiz tone.

“How’d Kivar get his grimy hands on ‘im? And whens were ya preggers, Liz?” she demanded. Liz shook her head.

“Bastian is also Tess’ son.”

Ava thought on this for a sec, then smacked Max. “Asshole, what were yous thinkin’? Fuckin’ dat bitch? She ain’t got nothin’ on Lizzie!”

“Ava!” Liz exclaimed, “It doesn’t matter, it’s over and done with, okay.”

She shrugged and glared at Max. “’Kay.” Then she looked around, “Where’s da bitch anyway?” The group exchanged looks.

“With Kivar,” Liz said, as spokesperson, “She betrayed us…”

“Bitch,” she muttered, shaking her head, “Bad seed in every group, only ours had two. Speaking of, Lonnie and Rath is missin’, watch ya backs.”

“Um,” Bastian put in, “Lonnie’s on the ship, Rath’s dead.”

“Well, that’s sumthin’ then. So what’s we gonna do?”

“You’re going to help?” Isabel asked, voice cold with disbelief.

“Yeah, I’s gonna help Vilandra,” she stressed. Isabel flinched. “Ya gotta problem wit’ dat?”

“Hey,” Max intervened, “Cool it you two. Izzy, Ava isn’t Tess, and Ava, Isabel is not Vilandra, or Lonnie. She’d never betray me like they did to both Zans. Is that understood?”

Isabel nodded and Ava shrugged. “Got it Duke, you da man.”

“Alright, let’s get down to business.” Everyone gathered around him and he slipped Liz underneath his arm, where she belonged. “What’s been going on?”

“We don’t know,” Liz notified him, ‘That’s the problem. Bastian says they aren’t doing anything except training, and Kivar isn’t forthcoming with any immediate plans.” MX looked at his son, who nodded in agreement.

“Fine, they can mess around, but we’re going on the offensive. I’m tired of waiting for Kivar to make the first move. So we need to come up with a plan quick and we need to carry it out before they have a chance to counterattack.” He was frustrated with the waiting, he wanted Liz safe at home and he wanted his son away from Kivar, Tess, Lonnie, and Nicholas. “So,” he clapped his hands together, “Any ideas?”

“Well,” Liz started, getting that cute little pout that meant she was thinking hard, “Let’s go over what we have.” She looked around at everybody. “We have the Royal Four now that Ava’s here, each with their own set of powers…And Bastian, who can heal and mindwarp, and we have Kendy on the inside right now, and possible help from the scullery maids and servants.”

“And,” Bastian added, “Since the number of serving class outweighs that of the noblemen, we have an advantage. Plus, we have three look-alikes here.”

Max picked up on Bastian’s train of thought and grinned, “Which means we can infiltrate and take them out one-by-one.”

“Exactly,” Bastian concurred. The smiled at each other, eyes sparkling.

“Okay,” Maria put in, “That is just freaky.”


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posted on 4-Feb-2002 5:52:35 AM by dreamangel
WARNING: Serious Dreamer scene ahead.


Tess strode purposefully down the hallway, refusing to let that bitch spoil her life any longer. She didn’t care what Kivar said, Liz was bad news, and she would not let her corrupt Bastian the way she had Max.

The door to Liz’s room opened just in front of her and Tess was surprised to see a blonde replication of the very girl she was out to destroy. “Who are you?” she demanded.

The girl dropped into a deep curtsey. “Kendy, your Majesty,” she told her in a tremulous voice, “I am servant to his Highness and the Lady Elizabeth.”

“Oh, well. I must speak with the Lady Elizabeth,” she said sarcastically making to move past the serving girl.

“She is not in there, Majesty.”

Tess paused, “Then where is she?”

“She is with Prince Bastian, my Queen, in his chambers. She has been there for the past few days, I was just returning some of her things to her room.”

“Days?” Tess repeated, blanching. No, no, no, she had left this too long, she had to end it now, before her son was in too deep to get out.

“Yes, Majesty.”

Tess didn’t say another word, just turned on her heel and headed in the direction of her baby boy’s quarters.

Kendy waited breathlessly as Tess stalked away. A few moments later the door behind her opened and Bastian stuck his head out. “All clear?”

“Yup.” He came out into the hallway, followed by Ava. Michael and Isabel remained inside. “That was close,” she told him nervously.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “Nice save though, I totally believed it.”

Kendy smiled and cuffed him lightly. “I’ll head to the serving quarters now and set everything up.”

“Good,” he nodded, “Be careful.”

“I will,” she assured him, shaking her head at his paranoia.

“Kendy…” She looked up sharply, surprised by his serious tone of voice.


He looked at Ava, who raised an eyebrow. Blushing, he walked her forward a few paces, out of his new mother’s earshot. “I mean it. I couldn’t stand it if something happened to you, Kendy. You’re my best friend.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into his somber eyes. “Bastian,” she choked, hugging him tightly, “I promise I’ll be fine, okay?”

He nodded and looked down at the floor, ears tinted pink. She laughed, he was so cute, and kissed his cheek in a best-friends way. She really wanted to tell him she loved him, just in case this whole thing didn’t work and one of them died or something.

But she didn’t cross that just friends line, maybe as a vow that there would be another chance, or maybe because she wasn’t sure what would happen if that boundary was broken.

“Now, you and Ava get going, you have your part to fulfill.”

“Yeah, I think we gave my father and Liz enough time.” He beckoned to Ava and gave her one last hug, then he and the pink-haired girl continued after Tess and she went to the kitchens to find Vala and Raina and Sidra. They had their own work to do.

Liz gasped, taking her lips away from Max’s to work on the buttons of his shirt. Max didn’t allow the neglect to continue, he growled fiercely, capturing them back and sliding his hands over her bodice, tugging it away from her body

“Max!” she sighed as his tongue slowly slipped down her neck, lavishing the sensitive skin above breasts. One hand had moved from the bodice to her stays as he lowered her to the floor, his lips never ceasing in their explorations. The other slipped up the skirts, skimming over her smooth thighs and making her moan. “Max…” she whispered again, feeling hot and needy.

They had been apart too long, their bodies aching for each other, souls crying for it’s mate…They needed this, now, more than anything.

“Liz,” he groaned, tracing the private part of her soaked, silk panties. She tossed her head from side to side, her hips moving against his hand.

“Max, please,” she begged, unable to keep the desire from her voice.

“I know, love. God, I know,” he responded, catching her lips in his once more. Her hands fluttered randomly before locking themselves in his raven hair, pressing him closer to her body. She was glowing wherever his skin touched, making the fire coursing through her body burn hotter, brighter…

“I need you! Now! Max, please!”

“Yes,” he said, voice harsh with the same desperation that was in hers. He started pulling her dress off and she went to work on the leather pants, getting in each other’s way but not caring. The emotions rampaging through their bodies not allowing any distraction from the task it was trying to complete.

“Bastian?” The query froze them, half naked on the floor, and they stared at the door in horror. A knock sounded again and again Tess called for her son. Max and Liz exchanged glances, then slowly got up.

“One second Mother,” Max called, making a face. He and Liz inspected each other, they were both looking properly disheveled, and both blushed, aware that they had gotten carried away with their roles. He brushed a kiss against her temple and then went to the door.

Liz held her breath, praying for the deception to work. Tess looked Max over from head to foot, taking in his state of dress and then threw her a disgusted glance. “I need to speak with my son alone, Liz, if you wouldn’t mind?” Her voice was pure ice, and Liz resisted a triumphant grin that the plan had worked.

“Of course, Tess,” she replied, voice just as frosty, and then swept to the door, not bothering to adjust her clothes. “I’ll see you later, Bastian,” she whispered sweetly to Max, giving him bedroom eyes. She saw his own eyes darken with a primitive need and shivered.

Max stepped back to let her pass and she came abreast of Tess. “Whore,” the other girl muttered.

“That’s rich coming from a slut like you,” was her parting shot. Tess slammed the door behind her and Liz allowed herself a broad smile.

“Well?” Bastian’s head peeked around the corner, followed by Ava’s. She let them see her grin.

“It worked,” she hissed, walking over to them.

“Obviously,” he mused, staring at her disapprovingly, “What did he do, maul you?”

“Nothin’ Liz din’t appreciate,” Ava said, smirking. Liz just blushed.

“Bastian,” Tess told him, “I don’t think you should get involved with her. I know when we spoke about this before you didn’t want to listen, but there are some things you need to know.” She was looking at him as if she needed him to understand, as if her words were of the utmost importance.

He kept his face impassive, but was a little taken aback by the fact that she loved Bastian. That she loved anything. But she did, it was there in those lying blue eyes of hers.

“You need to understand, honey. She’s a bitch, a whore, and you do not want to be associated with girls like that. People are talking, honey, you’re losing some support because of her. The lords are starting to think you might not be a fit predecessor for Kivar, and you and I both know you were meant to be King, Bastian, and you’re going to be the greatest one since Zan, but not if you continue on like this. She’s not worth your future, Bastian.” She paused, expecting an answer, but Max didn’t say anything.

“Bastian are you paying any attention to me?” she demanded, sounding as if Bastian barely ever paid attention to her.

“I’m not Bastian, Tess.”

Her eyes were confused, “Wha- Max…” she breathed, backing away from where they were seated on the bed. “How?”

“Bastian and Liz.” He got up slowly, advancing on her. “I’m sorry about this Tess, because like I said before, life is precious. But this is war, and you are the enemy.”

“No!” she cried, running to the door. He extended his palm, calling up the electric green barrier. She pounded her fists against it, “No!” She spun to look at him and then slid to the floor. Her posture radiating defeat.

“This is all your fault,” she said sullenly.

“What?” he asked.

“This.” She gestured helplessly around. “You never loved me. I tried so hard to be her Max, you have no idea how hard, but I couldn’t be her, Max, and you couldn’t love me. All I wanted was for you to love me. If you had I wouldn’t have gone to Kivar, we could’ve hidden out on Antar and joined the rebellion. We could’ve ruled together, raised him together… But the flash that last night, I saw that you had gone to her and I knew you wouldn’t love me, that you hadn’t even when we…” she trailed off.

He gazed down at her, feeling pity. “I am sorry Tess.”

“That’s not good enough, Max. Were you thinking of her when we made love?” He said nothing. “I knew it, I knew there had to be some reason Bastian was so obsessed with her. You were thinking about her when you laid me down on that floor, when you were in me…” she started crying.

“What did you expect Tess? That I would just fall out of love with her? And don’t even start about the observatory, you’re the one who started that. You were the one to mindwarp me.”

“Maybe,” she hissed, “But I wasn’t the one to finish it!” There was more silence. “He never loved me either. Bastian, I mean, I was never his mother. I was just some woman in his life…He never needed me either. Just her. Always her.” She laughed suddenly, it sounding loud and unnatural in the stillness of the room.


“Don’t start again Max, don’t even try. You know what?” she asked, then continued, “Don’t even bothering attempting to kill me either, I’ll do it myself. I’ve been dead since I came out of that pod anyway.” She held her hand toward her head and Max made no move to stop her. “Max?” she said, her tone childlike, fragile, “Tell Kyle and Jim I loved them. Tell them thank you.”

He nodded. “I’ll tell them.”


“I promise, Tess, I’ll tell them.”

She nodded and let the last of her power build in her palm, and then sent it into her brain, bursting it painlessly. Max winced as the life went out of her body and she slid further onto the floor. He let down his barrier. “Come in.”

The door opened and they walked in. Liz gave a little gasp, so different from the one he had caused earlier, and buried her face in his shirt. “I’m sorry, Max.” He kissed her forehead, watching his son.

“She did it herself, Liz. In the end, I guess it was the only thing she had control over.” His son bent down and closed the lifeless blue eyes. “Bastian?”

His eyes were shiny and he shook his head. “She tried to be a good mother to me, she did, but I could never bring myself to love her back.” He looked back down at Tess and then at Liz and then at Ava, who reached over and hugged him tightly.

“It’ll be okay, Bastian. I’ll take good care of ya.” And then she ran a hand over the front of her body until the streaked hair was completely blonde and curly, the piercings and heavy make-up disappeared, and the leather miniskirt was a full satin dress. “Now,” she said, her accent gone, “Let’s finish this.”


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posted on 5-Feb-2002 5:23:42 AM by dreamangel

“So you’ll help?” she asked, just to make sure.

“Of course we’ll help,” Vala scolded her, “What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t?” Raina and Sidra just nodded in agreement.

“You guys are the best,” Kendy told them and gave them all a hug, “So then you understand what to do?”

“I’ll take the kitchens,” Raina said, “I’m there the most, they’ll trust me.”

“And I’ve got the north and south wings of the ship,” Vala continued.

“Which leaves me with the east and went,” Sidra finished.

“And I need to find Bastian.” Kendy clapped her hands smartly, “Alright girls, let’s get to it!” They giggled and started splitting up.

“Oh, Kendy?” Raina asked, on her way out.


“We do get jobs in the palace when this is over, right?” She gave a cocky grin and was gone before Kendy could reply. She shook her head for a moment at her friend’s antics and then left the serving quarters in search of her Prince.

Bastian had separated from Max, Liz, and Ava and was looking for Kendy. Liz would show his father the way to Kivar’s chambers, and Max would then deal with him. Bastian didn’t have time for that, he had to make sure Kendy was okay and had not gotten caught divulging their plans.

A tiny scream alarmed him terribly and he ran in the direction of the voice, hoping against hope that it wasn’t who it sounded like.

No such luck.

“Lonnie!” he cried, barreling into his aunt. She was thrown off balance and he caught Kendy before she fell to the ground. He sucked in a breath, she was bleeding badly.

“That weren’t very smart, B.” He looked up at Lonnie as she rose, wiping spittle away from her mouth.

“Do not lay a hand on her ever again, Aunt Vilandra,” he told her icily, not taking his eyes from hers.

“But, Duke, ya doan undastand. She was plottin’ ‘gainst Kivar. Ya know we’s got a ‘no tolerance’ policy ‘bout shit like that.” She looked him in the eye, trying to convey the importance of her statement. He didn’t move a muscle. Her eyes widened. “Shit, Duke, no…Doan tells me it were your idea? Damn, B, that ain’t good.”

“Of course it was my idea! She’s only a servant, she wouldn’t dare a rebellion on her own.”

Lonnie shook her head. “But why, B, I means ya had da throne. Right there, bam! What’cha thinkin’?”

He snorted. “First off, Kivar is a tyrant and doesn’t deserve to rule, which he would for a long, long time due to that husk. Second, if he conceives an heir with you, I will not inherit the throne. And thirdly, do you honestly think that I’d believe you were content with your position, Lonnie? You’ll kill me off in an instant, you know it.”

She smirked. “Yous is real smart princey, and ya right, I’s would killed ya ‘ventually.” She thrust out her hand and he went flying into the opposite wall. She advanced on him before he could get up, and threw power down to keep him in place.

Bastian winced, heat eating him up. “I’s sorry, B, really I’s am. Yous I good kid, I’s like you a lot, but yous in my way. And I doan tolerate people ins my way. You undastand, right B? This is da way its gotta be.” She shrugged and looked at him with those cold, feelingless brown eyes.

He screamed, the pain increasing…He struggled, trying to get his hand out and up, but unable to move. He was paralyzed from the neck down. More heat, he felt his skin beginning to go raw, and he gritted his teeth, refusing to give in.

He had to get up. He had to stop her, because once she was finished with him…she’d go after Kendy…

A slippered foot suddenly swung up and crashed into Lonnie’s throat. She gasped, helplessly as she clawed at her crushed windpipe. She looked at him pleadingly, “B…”

Bastian slowly regained control of his body, and he healed himself inwardly, reforming skin over the blisters. He looked at his aunt’s body, unable to help her now, and not completely sure if he would have had he been able to.

Kendy fell to her knees beside him on the floor. She reached out a trembling hand to touch him, and he grabbed it in his own, pulling her weak form into his lap. “You okay?” she asked quietly, eyes fluttering.

“I’m fine Kendy, you saved my life.” She smiled fleetingly and nodded, then leaned against him. “Kendy, look at me,” he ordered her.

Her brown eyes opened one last time, and they met his…He sparked up the connection at once, ignoring the images he received from her mind and concentrating of finding her injuries and healing them. “You’re all right,” he murmured as he felt her knit back together beneath his hands, “You’re all right…”

She curled up against him, breathing even, and he held her close, the pictures from her mind playing in a continuous loop in his head. He had almost lost her, he realized, and was suddenly stunningly aware of the depth of his feelings for the tiny girl in his arms.

He loved her.

“He ain’t here,” she stated, reverting back to her street talk. Max ran a frustrated hand through his hair and looked around.

“We need to find him, we need to end this.”

“How’s about we split up,” she suggested, looking down the corridors. “You and Liz go that way, an’ I’ll head down this way here. Tha’ way wes got all da bases covered.”

“Good, idea,” Liz said, smiling at her, “Be careful, okay Ava?”

“Doan get all cornball on me now, Lizzie, jus’ go. I’s can take cares of myself.”

“I know,” Liz replied, smile fixed, “Well see you later.”

“Got it. See ya,” she called as she headed down her hallway. Max would keep Liz safe, she wouldn’t have to worry about her, and Bastian would be okay. He was Crown Prince after all, heir to the throne…He’d be fine.

“Tess? Surprised to see you down this way.”

She froze at the amused tone in the condescending voice. It was Nicholas, just great, an annoying prepubescent Skin to deal with.

“Step off, Nicky,” she told him, spinning to look at him, “I ain’t got time ta mess wit’cha.”

“Why, going to wipe out some more civilizations? What is it with you and genocide, Tess? I don’t understand it.” He was circling her. Ava smirked at him, showing him he wasn’t affecting her in the least

“An’ I doan get wha’cha were thinkin’ doing that ta ya hair?” Her smirk grew as he turned red to the roots of his bleached blond hair.


“You want me to take this one, Ava?” They both turned their attention to Michael’s sudden appearance at the end of the hallway. “Me and the boy wonder here have some unfinished business.”

“Sure, Mikey,” she agreed, backing away, “You have fun, I’s got myself a tyrant ta find and destroy.”

“Good luck,” he told her.

“You too,” she tossed over her shoulder as she left. “Hey!” she stopped, “Where’s da Ice Queen?”

“She got lost,” Michael called, not taking his eyes off Nicholas, “But I wouldn’t worry, Izzy can take care of herself.”

“I ain’t got no doubt about that.”

Isabel cursed under her breath as she peered around a corner. She couldn’t believe she had lost Michael… And now she was trying to find her way around this ridiculously complex ship, looking for her brother or at least someone she knew.

She’d been lucky so far, there hadn’t been any guards posted around, and everyone seemed to be staying in their rooms. She wasn’t sure if it was because their sneak attacks had failed or what, but she wasn’t taking any chances.

Checking one more time, she told herself the coast was clear, and she glided out into the middle of the room, heading as swiftly as possible to the door on the other side.

“Going so soon, Vilandra?”

She froze, the voice penetrating deep into her body. It was a voice of absolute authority and control, yet spoke of a gentleness and passion that teased her senses. She slowly turned around, facing the man who had caught her when she had been so sure of her escape.

He was tall and gangly, with blond hair and gray eyes. He reminded her of Alex in a way. But his smile was not Alex’s, it was one of a predator on the scent of fresh meat, and his eyes held none of the patient love of Alex’s, merely possessiveness and desire. And she knew who he was.

“Kivar,” she whispered, voice catching in her throat.

He smiled wider and moved toward her easily. He lifted his hand and traced her jaw, and she found herself tilting her head into his palm, wanting his touch. He leaned toward her and captured her lips in his own, and she couldn’t resist…

“Ah…” he rasped, lifting his head from hers, “It has been too long my love, too, too long.”


Onlt two or three more parts! *sigh* It feels so strange, this story was my brainchild....Anyway, I know none of you want it to end (joking voice), but I also know you wanna find out what happens to Izzy,so eave me lots of feedback! Please...
posted on 6-Feb-2002 6:10:47 AM by dreamangel
Sorry if it seems to skip around a bit.


His hand traced her spine, causing her to shiver, and she arched into him, her body brushing his in all the right places… “What are you doing to me?” she murmured clinging to him as his lips captured hers again.

“Setting you free,” he told her, slipping his hands beneath her tight shirt. “Come to me, Vilandra,” he begged to the entity lurking inside of her, “Come beloved…”

She shook her head, befuddled, as the dark part of her soul tried to overwhelm her…tried to respond to his call. “My name is Isabel,” she gasped, fighting to regain control of her mind, and therefore, her body.

“No, my love,” he chuckled, the husky tone traveling into her core and setting her ablaze with yearning. “You are Vilandra and you love me, and we will be together again.”

The darkness was sucking her in… “Yes,” she hissed, as he brought her closer to him, the full length of his lean body rubbing into her.

She remembered his body…pulsing over her, naked and slick…She remembered waiting for him in the night, waiting for her parents to fall asleep, for Zan to go for his midnight rides…She remembered dying for him, to protect him…She remembered his final vow as he held her, that he’d find her again, love her again…

“We’ll rule together this time, my love, everything will play perfectly into our hands. There will be no need for sacrifice… All we need to do is get rid of your brother and everything will be as it should.”

His breath teased across her skin, seducing her even as his lips came in contact with hers again. Vilandra concentrated hard on his words as he left her lips, working down her throat, sucking at her neck… She groaned, craving his mouth on other parts of her body…

Get rid of your brother...

The part of her that was still Isabel swam to the surface, taking control again. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, not believing she had almost given in. She glanced down at the top of Kivar’s head, still working softly at the tender skin of her long neck.

She fought disgust quickly, forcing herself to respond to his overtures as if nothing had changed, as if she were still Vilandra, willing to do anything for him. Her hands roamed his back, and she felt for the patch of Skin that covered the destruction button. Fingers grazed over it, the husk dipping inward a little.

Isabel smirked and slipped around so that her front was pressed to his back. “Kill him you mean?” she inquired, sucking on his earlobe. She felt him shudder as her breath blew against the wet spot.

“Yes, Vilandra.” And she could hear the indulgent smile in his voice. She slid her hands down his back before taking them off him completely. Stealing herself for pain, she clenched them together.

“My name is Isabel,” she repeated coldly and swung as hard as she could into his lower back. She could feel the button depress, and smiled, satisfied. He turned, the activation not kicking in immediately, his gray eyes surprised and betrayed. “No one threatens my brother.”

And then he disintegrated.

Isabel slowly slipped to the floor, physically exhausted from her inner struggle of domination. She looked at the pile of dust on the ground before her and felt a delayed sense of pride. She had done it, she had destroyed her worst enemy.

It was over.

“I can’t believe that’s it.’

They were gathered in the desert to say good-bye to their visitors. Maria had just succeeded in voicing the shared disbelief. They had taken the ship relatively easily, the lords, grossly outnumbered as they were, had not been able to battle against the servants, and had submitted.

When word had gotten out the Kivar and Nicholas were dead, there had been no rebelling from the prisoners. They were all pretty much useless without their leaders.

Bastian was standing off to one side, with Kendy and Ava, waiting to say so long. The ship was preparing for take-off, and they had only a few moments before they had to go aboard. He watched the woman who had adopted him say good-bye to Liz. There was some muttering about cornballs and then they released each other from the hug.

It went on down the line, then Kendy joined in, and then Bastian, everyone wishing them luck. “Be careful,” Max said, shaking his hand and then giving him a tight hug. He nodded.

“We’ve got guards, so everything should be all right on the ship. It’s just when we get home that I’m worried about,” Bastian admitted to his father.

“It’ll be okay,” Max assured him, “Here. This letter is for the leader of the rebellion on my part. Hopefully that should help smooth over any transitional problems from that front.”

Bastian slid the letter inside a pocket and smiled at his father. “Thanks…Dad.” Max smiled and hugged him again.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he whispered. They came apart and Bastian looked at Liz. She looked to be about to cry. He stepped over until he was in front of her. Gently he reached up and wiped away a tear. She gave a choked sob and took him in her arms.

He closed his eyes, holding her securely, sorry for this moment. She had been his first love, and his first real friend. He didn’t want to leave her, knowing he’d never see her again. He let her go a little at a time. “I’ll miss you, little mother,” he told her quietly, kissing her forehead.

She watched him walk away, and clung to Max as he held her. “I don’t want him to go,” she said, sniffling.

“Me either,” he told her, “But he’s a man, Liz, he doesn’t need us. He has his own destiny to fulfill, one he made for himself.”

They waved together as the three departing friends finally disappeared into the ship, bound for a planet far away. “I’ll miss him.”

Max nodded. “Just don’t worry about him, Liz. He has Ava and Kendy, they’ll take care of him.”

“I know.” Then she sniffed again. “I’ll miss them too.” Max just laughed and pulled her closer, kissing her soundly on the lips.

“Let’s go home, Liz, our parents are more than likely going to give us hell. We’ll probably be grounded for months.” They turned and headed to the cars as a group as the ship rose and accelerated upward, heading beyond the atmosphere.

“Not for months,” she countered, feeling happy, “We start college in four weeks, they can’t keep us under probation there.”

Kendy stared out the bridge’s window, staring at her home planet. She had never seen it from this angle, and she found it breathtaking. The reds of the oceans mixed with the blue and green of the land. The orange sun was at its zenith over the Capitol City, and she could just imagine the fluffy pink clouds drifting through the pale yellow sky.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

She looked at Bastian, who had come up beside her and was leaning on the railing, eyes fixed on the sight before them. “Spectacular,” she agreed.

He sighed heavily and turned around, resting his back against the railing now. She looked at him curiously and he gave her a forced smile. “What is it, Bastian?”

“Think I can pull this off?” He raised an eyebrow at her, and she laughed. “Kendy, I’m serious.”

She quieted down and patted his arm. “I’m sorry Bastian, but I know you can do this. You were born to be King after all.” His lips quirked a little and he glanced back at the rapidly approaching land.

Friction was producing sparks against the hull, giving them a light display. They were silent as the crew went through docking procedures and eventually landed. He stared at the lowering hatch and Kendy gave him a little push as they caught a glimpse of the crowd gathered outside.

“I guess its time to test that theory,” he said, taking a deep breath. With one last peek at her, she gave him a reassuring smile, he joined Ava and they walked out into the mass of Antarians.

Kendy waited, watching the other people on the ship finishing their duties and escorting Kivar’s supporters away. She listened with half a mind to Bastian’s speech and the uproar it caused, they other half of her mind was wondering what was going to happen now that they were finally home.

Would Bastian have time to be her friend?

He was anxious as a guard escorted the thin man into his presence. His meeting with Kivar’s Chancellor had gone well, the older man pledging loyalty and support to Bastian, not he just had to gain the same from the rebellion’s leader.

The man didn’t bow to him, just stood, defiance in his eyes, and Bastian smiled. “Please sit down,” he told the man. He complied, still straight-backed and proud. “I don’t know if you’ve been informed, but Kivar was killed on earth, and I am now King. I’m Bastian.”

The man nodded curtly, suspicious. “Cadell.”

“Well, Cadell, you’re probably wondering why I asked you be released from the dungeon.”

“It crossed my mind.”

“I’m changing things around Cadell. I never approved of Kivar’s methods, and I can now do something to fix it. I find myself in a position in which I am sorely lacking advisors. So that is my proposition to you. Chancellor Galen has already given me his word and he and his highest ranking friends will act as half my council. The other half will, hopefully, be made up of you and your most-trusted leaders.” He took a deep breath and waited.

“How do I know I can trust you?” Cadell asked, stony-eyed.

He shrugged, “I guess you don’t, but my father gave me something to give to you. I believe it is to give you reassurance of my dedication to this task of being King to all Antarians. I want peace, Cadell.”

“I will trust no word of Kivar’s,” he spat back, ignoring the letter Bastian held out to him.

“It’s not from Kivar, Cadell,” he said softly.

The man’s eyes grew wide with hope. “Prince Zan?” he questioned, voice barely above a whisper. Bastian nodded and placed the letter into the man’s trembling hands. He reverently opened the seal and pulled the contents out.

“You can read English, right?” Bastian inquired, afraid that there may be a kink.

Cadell nodded. “It was best that all of us learn the language of the land to which we sent our King.” And he skimmed the letter, touching a hand to the page, and slowly, in halting English, began to read aloud:

To my people,

I will not be returning to Antar. My home now is here on Earth, as Max Evans. I can’t remember being Zan, being a king, though I wish I could.

I have learned of your support from both my enemies and my friends. When I found my son I was surprised, he had turned into a man already and he had no need of me. I ask of you to look at him now, as a man. As my son. As your King.

He has proven himself worthy of that title, not by birth, but by deed. He will be a good King, a good leader. Much more than I could ever be.

I ask that you accept him as much my people, that you become his people. That you support him in his bid for peace among Antar and among the five planets. He is honest in his desire to be what you need; a strong leader, and he is willing to listen to anyone with an opinion.

He will unite you as I never could.

Let him be your rock, your pillar of strength. Let him be a shoulder to cry on. Let him be your King.

It’s his destiny, and I believe that with all my heart.

He’ll do his best and he will succeed, this I promise you in my last breath as your King. Good luck, I wish you long lives and a peaceful existence.

Good-bye my people,


Bastian didn’t let his tears fall. His father’s letter had been written in a rush, poorly organized, but full of faith in his son. Bastian only wished to prove him correct in his assumptions of Bastian’s abilities.

Cadell was watching him closely, obviously judging his reaction. “Will you help me?” he asked. The mad studied him longer, thinking hard.

Finally the man gave a short nod. “His Highness has a high opinion of you, I hope you can live up to it, and Zan’s reputation.”

“I’m not my father, Cadell, I am my own person, and I will rule as Bastian. Not as Kivar, not Ruark, not even as Zan. And I will do what they have failed at. I will have peace on my planet, and I will keep it.”

Another nod. “I believe you will, your majesty. Now, my people?”

“An order had already been given to have them released. In a few days there’s supposed to be a coronation,” he added, “Afterward I’ll be meeting with my council and the leaders of the other planets to go over current affairs. You may want to make a list of topics to discuss.”

“Of course,” Cadell said, inclining his head, “A few days then.”

“Yes.” Bastian watched him go, but them something occurred to him just as Cadell got to the door. “Cadell, wait!”

The man paused, “Yes, King Bastian?”

Bastian smiled at how easily Cadell said that. “My grandmother…”


One more part, people, and then this baby's over. Please leave feedback.

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posted on 7-Feb-2002 9:13:42 PM by dreamangel
Note: Last part. *sniffle* But don't worry, I made it long.


The cottage was located far away from any town of city. It was on the total edge of civilization. No one would expect a queen to be able to live in such a place.

But she was.

Jave, former Queen of Antar and present Queen Mother to the Once and Future King Zan, had managed to leave behind her life of luxury in the palace and come here, to rustic accommodations, and she had survived. True, sometimes she would long for some frippery or another, but she managed to suppress the want.

It was all worth it if she could have her babies home again.

She had turned the cottage into a sort off safe house, where persecuted rebels could come to be stitched up, or where secret meetings would be held to plan attacks on Kivar.

So when the small transport ship landed outside, there were a number of hardened, battle-ready soldiers on hand to protect her. They barricaded the door, pulled the curtains on the windows, and had all entrances covered.

Jave glanced out of the last free window and then had to look again from pure shock. Cadell was walking out of the vehicle. Her Cadell, second in command to her position, the man who had been captured by Kivar’s soldiers three months ago.

She ran for the door, the bodyguards trying frantically to catch up, and then she was gone. “Cadell!” she cried, running to him, “Cadell what has happened? Did you escape?”

“Nay, my Queen,” he laughed, “I was set free.”

“Set free?” she repeated, halting in terror, “Oh, no, Cadell, did they follow you to us?” She scanned the skies, unable to believe he would endanger or betray the rebellion. “Cadell, please say you did not trust any of Kivar’s promises, please?” she pleaded.

“Kivar is dead, your Majesty.”


“He’s dead, Jave, the rebellion is over,” he said slowly, obviously noting her trouble processing the information.

“How? Then I am ruler again?”

“Nay, the King is.”

“The King…” she trailed off, hoping he meant what she thought he meant. And then her attention was diverted by another person exiting the ship. She stared in shock at him, eyes tracing his figure, his features… She had memorized the picture the scientists had given her, outlining how the hybrids would develop, and he was exactly how he had been portrayed; Strong, handsome, a personage to stand out, to lead.

“Zan?” she asked breathless. The man had approached her, and now shook his head.

“I am Bastian, Grandmother,” he told her shyly. They looked at each other, and finally Jave wrapped her arms around him, tears of joy falling from her eyes. Her grandson

Bastian adjusted the robes he had to wear for the coronation ceremony and frowned, not happy. These things were ridiculously encumbering. “Do I have to wear this?” he complained to Kendy, who was fixing the hem.

“It’s tradition Bastian, you know that. This robe had been passed down from father to son since the beginning of Antar’s Kings.”

“I’m amazed it’s lasted this long,” he muttered, twitching, “Hey! Ow! You poked me!”

“If you didn’t move around so much, I wouldn’t have. Now stop fidgeting,” she ordered, “It was vacuum-packed.”


“The robe,” she said, “It was vacuumed-packed to preserve it.”

“Well they shouldn’t have bothered. My first act as King, after proclaiming world peace, will be to coerce the tailors into making a new ceremonial robe. One more current. Maybe like those suits the President wears on Earth, except more stylish, because those stripped ties are not cool.” He finished ranting just as she leaned back.

“Done,” she announced, sitting back on her heel and looking up at him, smiling. Bastian smiled back, his heart caught in his throat. She was so beautiful, it constantly amazed him how he hadn’t managed to notice before.

“Kendy…” he started, suddenly needing to tell her about his newfound feelings for her. She looked at him curiously as she got up, packing her sewing things into a box.

“Yeah, Bastian?” she asked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Yo, baby boy, where’s you at?” They both turned to look as Ava came charging into the room, heedless of her delicate blue skirts. “I’s not wearing this prissy shit!” she exclaimed when she spotted them.

“You look better than me,” Bastian said glumly, upset his avowal of love had been interrupted, and that the focus was now back to these heinous clothes. He had never minded the frilliness of court attire before heading to Earth, but now he missed the loose shirts and leather pants…He was glad he had brought some jeans and boxers back with him.

Ava had changed her appearance on the way home to Antar. Her streaked blond hair was now pure, natural blonde, straight and shoulder length. The only piercing left on her were her earrings, and the tattoos were completely obliterated, except the symbol of royalty at the base of her spine. She looked pretty, sweet, almost vulnerable in a way.

“Bastian?” His grandmother swept into the room, dignity and royal bearing in her every step. She sighed delightedly and smiled, “I can’t tell you how good it feels to be back in these dresses, I had missed the swish of so many skirts.” Bastian and Ava just stared at her. “Ah, Ava, you’re looking lovely.”

“Thanks Queenie.” Kendy cleared her throat. “Ah, I means…Thank you for the compliment your Majesty, you’re looking…very fine yourself.” She sunk into a curtsey, only wobbling a little, and then rose, grinning at her accomplishment and glanced at Kendy for approval.

He watched the whole exchange amusedly as Kendy smiled, nodded, and mouthed ‘Perfect’. He had to admit, Ava was adjusting to court life fairly well after living on the streets for so long. She had to work on her manners and speaking skills, but all in all she was making marked improvements in a record amount of time.

“I must take my leave,” Kendy said, picking up her basket, “The kitchens need help for the banquet tonight. Good luck, Bastian.” She kissed his cheek gently on her way out. He stared after her a moment, and touched his cheek wonderingly. When he turned back to the other ladies, Jave was looking at him expectantly and Ava was smirking knowingly. He blushed.

“Do you let all your servants address you so informally?” Jave asked.

“Kendy’s not a servant, she’s my friend.” And hopefully she’d be more someday.

“Yeah right, Duke,” Ava insinuated, the she punched his shoulder tenderly, “I’s approve.”

“Thanks,” he whispered, blushing more.

“Approve of what?” his grandmother queried.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it Jave,” Ava covered for him, dismissing the issue with a wave. “Now, it’s time for Bastian to go be crowned ruler or whatever.”

He had a sudden anxiety attack. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he stated, not moving as they headed to the door.

“What are you talking about, Bastian? You got this King stuff down,” his mother said encouragingly.

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m going to go out there and I’m gonna freeze and everybody’ll start saying I’m not as good as Zan and how I shouldn’t even be allowed in the same family as him and then there’ll be more rebellions, and…I can’t be king…”

“Of course you can,” Jave said, “It’s in your blood, your genetic make-up. You are destined to be King of Antar, just as you father was and his father and his, and so on and so forth. You are your father’s son, it is as simple as that, Bastian, now come. Your people are awaiting your presence.”

He stared at her, freaking out internally. “But that’s just it!” he exclaimed, “I’ve been trained to be king, I’ve been born, destined, whatever…But what if I can’t do it?”

“Bastian…” Ava walked over to him and hooked her arm in his. “Yous already King. Ya got peace the first day you came back. This…ceremony shit is just a, what d’ya call it? A formality. Yous is gonna do great, Bastian. And I ain’t just saying that ‘cause I’s ya mother, I saying that ‘cause I’s knows Zan and Max, and yous just as good. And yous can be greater.”

He looked at her, took a deep breath, then nodded. She smiled at him and tugged him forward. “Le’s go,” she suggested, “I’s got myself things ta do today.”

Larek rose from his seat as the other world leaders took their leave, shaking hands with the newest addition to their number. He was glad the others had accepted Bastian, though Kathana and Hannar had been a bit reluctant to bow down to the boy king.

He approached Bastian last, studying the younger man and liking what he was seeing. He was nearly an exact replication of Max, and he would be a great king. Larek had determined that fact by the way he had commanded the summit, fairly yet firmly.

“I wish you a good day, Larek,” he said.

“Thank you Bastian, and I would like to inform you that my planet will always be willing to pledge its support to you and your heirs. I was one of Zan’s best friends growing up, you know?”

“I was aware of that, yes, but I cannot believe you would offer an alliance just due to that fact,” he stated bluntly.

Larek laughed. “Smart,” he commented, “But it is not just that friendship that caused my offer, Bastian. You’re a good man, and will be a good ruler. I would be honored to support you and perhaps, be your friend.”

A slow smile spread across the King of Antar’s face. “I’d like that,” he said thoughtfully, “I’d like that a lot.”

Larek clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s settled then, I’ll expect a visit sometime soon…My daughter is just about you age,” he mentioned as an afterthought.

Bastian stiffened and turned red, “Um, Larek, forgive me, but I won’t be forming any alliance with another planet through marriage.”

“Got your sights set already?” he inquired, amused.

“Yes,” Bastian said softly, looking at the floor.

“I’m not offended, Bastian. It was just an option. It has no effect on our pact. My planet and yours will be allies as long as they are in existence.” He held out his hand in a gesture of goodwill and Bastian took it gratefully.

“Thank you,” he said, “Thank you for your proposal of aid, and for your friendship. I’ve been lacking in that department, but things are looking up. I just need some guy friends,” he added, wrinkling his nose, “You just can’t tell girls everything, you know?”

He laughed heartily. “Communication will be open, I promise. And you can call anytime.” He shook his hand once more and headed for the door and his ship. At the door he paused. “You’ll come visit?”

“Count on it,” Bastian replied, grinning.

Larek nodded. “You’ll make your father proud Bastian,” were his departing words.

“You’re not going to marry off planet?”

She looked at him inquisitively as he turned from saying good-bye to their last visiting ruler. Larek was an old friend of the family, she was pleased with the offer he had made to her grandson.

“No, Grandmother, I am not.”

“But…Who will you marry then?”

“She’s Antarian,” he told her.

“From which family?” She had not kept up on the who’s who in Court, and was not sure she wanted Bastian marrying a girl from a family of Kivar’s supporters.

“She’s not a courtier,” he responded simply.

“Then what are you going to gain from this marriage?” she asked, confused.

He smiled gently, “Hopefully the woman I love.”

“It’s cool, Jave,” Ava said reassuringly, “She’s a good girl, and she loves him too, so it’s all good.”

Jave stared at her, sometimes Ava reverted to this person who could not speak grammatically correct and used Earth phrases foreign to her. It was hard to have a conversation with her. “But…”

“I’m going to my rooms,” Bastian said abruptly.

“Yeah,” Ava put in, “You look tired, and you had a long day. Go get some rest.”

“Thank you. Good day Mother, Grandmother.” He gave them a bow and then took his leave.

“I still don’t comprehend,” she turned to Ava, lost, “Who is this girl?”

Bastian walked wearily into his room and headed straight for the bathroom, needing a long soak and a change of clothes.

“Hey, you!”

He spun at the chipper voice and say Kendy, organizing a vase of flowers on his bedroom dresser. “Kendy, hey.”

“How was the banquet?” she asked.

“Delicious,” he replied, “Thank you.”

She shrugged happily. “I got to help bake dessert,” she told him proudly.

“That was my very favorite part of dinner,” he teased. She blushed and whacked him with a flower stem. “Where’d you get them?” he asked, sniffing the pleasant perfume they gave off. They kinda reminded him of the way Kendy smelled.

“From a field just beyond the palace, my mother works in a perfume factory and she uses these flowers to make scents for me. They’re my favorite smell in the world.” She sighed and breathed them in. “I thought you might like them,” she added shyly, “And they add a little something to the room.”

“I love them,” he assured her. Just like I love you.

“So, how was your day?”

“Boring!” he cried, “I just got done with this huge meeting with the other rulers, Larek’s cool by the way, plus Java and Ava, and then I had to deal with the Chancellor and Cadell, and…Ugh!” He threw his hands up in the air, upset again.

“Sorry,” she offered timidly, “You must want to rest. I’ll go.” She smiled at him and started to leave.

“Wait!” he called. She turned to look at him. “I’m actually in the mood for a walk, wanna join me?”

“Sure.” Her smile grew. “I’ll just go to my room and grab a shawl.”

“Yeah, and I need to change. I’ll meet you at the east side gate in ten minute, okay?”


Fifteen minutes later they were racing through the woods, Kendy trying helplessly to catch him. He laughed at her, running backwards and slowing down, allowing her to reach him finally. She collapsed, panting in the blue-green grass and glared at him.

“That was so unfair!”

“You’re just saying that because you lost,” he replied, holding out a hand to help her up. She grasped it and he pulled her to her feet. “Come on, we’ve still got a little while longer.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he answered cryptically.

“Bastian!” she whined.

“It’s a surprise,” he relented, “Come on! I wanna be there to see the sunset.”

“Fine…” And she started walking faster to enable her stride to match his.

A half hour later they went from grass to rock. They walked until they reached the end of the jutting peak called Dimaras rock and sat, staring down at the red water below them. “I use to come here when I was little,” Kendy told him softly. The air was calm, peaceful. There was a lull in the air, and she spoke as if she were afraid to disturb it.

“This is where Zan first saw Ava,” he told her, just as quietly.


He nodded and turned his attention to the buttercup colored sky that was slowly beginning to change. The sun was setting, cutting through the atmosphere like a swath of fire. The moons began rising off to the side, the lilac Shameel, the rose Kiyak, and the leaf green Dimaras lighting up the sky in a way so different from that of their sun.

“Yes, the stories say he was swimming down there, and she was up here, and he saw her and told Larek she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, but he was too shy to talk to her.” He smiled, remembering the tales vividly. “Larek told her for him. He introduced them that night at a party. They had their first kiss, and I guess things just went from there. Before he became king he proposed to her, here, as a remembrance of that first glance.”

“Love at first sight…” Kendy sighed huskily, “That’s so romantic.”

Bastian looked at her, the way the setting of the sun and rising of the moons played across her features, making part of her gold and the other lit pink and lavender. Her eyes reflected the light like stars, and he knew he couldn’t be shy any longer. He didn’t have a Larek to make the first move.

He took her hand in his and she looked at him curiously, smiling slightly. “Bastian?” He brought her hand to his lips and her eyes widened, gently he kissed it, then met her eyes, emotions blazing.

“Kendy…” he breathed, and then leaned closer, taking her supple lips in his, and she responded, hesitantly at first, but soon eagerly…They broke apart when the need for air became too great.

“Bastian…” she whispered. He placed a finger to her mouth.

“I love you,” he told her seriously. She bit her bottom lip, tempting him, and gave him a happy smile.

“I love you.”

The End

Wow, it's over. Now, onto more important matter. Do you want me to just finish writing Kalila and Being Just Friends, or do you want to pick a story to take LF, LS's place? If you picked option number 2, please decide from the following:

ReGeneration~ When Liz is killed, Max will do anything to get her back. Enlisting the help of Kivar, Liz and Max are genetically recreated. Now, Mia and Jacent are suddenly attracted to each other and want to know why, maybe Uncle Max has the answers.

DR 3: Fading to Black~ Max Evans just moved to Roswell, and he has his eye on the pretty Liz Parker. She’s had a hard life, introverted, mute, he wants to draw her out of her shell.

Back to Life~ Parker Evans dreams about his mother, for his sixteenth birthday he wishes her back to life and for the courage to ask out Michele Valenti. What happens when his alien powers make his wishes come true?

DR 4: Acting the Part~ AU, book version. Liz Ortecho got sucked into the wormhole and went back in time. To save Max from the hardships of the future, she takes matters into her own hands and plays the bitch.

“You’re My Destiny”~ Matt Hunter’s new to Roswell, he’s cute, smart, funny, and he’s got a thing for Liz. Why? He’s part of the second set, and Liz is his destined mate. Unfortunately, Max isn’t willing to let her go. Before MTD.

DR 5: Living Among the Invaded~ The aliens have invaded Earth looking for their long lost Royals, but the Four won’t step up, and the Antarians have instated a breeding program. CC couples are paired up.

Primitive~ The time of cavemen and primal instincts. Max is different, more evolved, what happens when an escapee from the woman’s village makes her way into his life, showing him he’s not the only different one.

Pimping~ Max is a pimp to protect his sister and best friend. Liz is desperate and runs into Maria, who works for Max. She begs for work, but Max doesn’t like virgins.

DR 6: Seeing the Deception~ Liz was raped at 14, turning her into a teasing bitch. When she moves and somebody’s hands manage to steal her breath away, will she be able to resist?

DR 7: Righting the Wrong~ The shooting never happened, but Liz is drawn to Max. Tess comes, one day Max gets drunk and tells Liz everything. Making out (and more) ensues.

Divorces and Children~ Max and Tess were engaged. He meets up with Liz, she gets pregnant, Ryan is born and she gives him to Max to take care of, Tess is 5 months preggers, with the twins, Raelena and Cristina. As they get older, M and T have a fight, M meets up with L again and R and R and M move in with her.

Fourteen Years~ The Pod Squad returns to earth just in time to catch M and A’s wedding. Max falls in love with Liz all over again.

After the Carnival~ Platonic polarist. Kinda dark/angsty. Alternate ending to “Max to the Max”.

Wipe Out (my way)~ I'll figure out a better title, promise. The balance is off, and it’s up to Max and Liz to restore it.

Okay, so you have your choices. Leave feedback and let me know, I'll go with the most popular decision. (And I know the summaries are inadequate, but try to work with them.)


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