Title: The Midnight Hour

Disclaimer: Roswell and all its characters, etc. are the intellectual property of Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, UPN, etc. I own nothing related to Roswell, and no infringement is intended.

Rating R would be appropriate I think

Summary: Post-Departure, CC, M/L, M/M, and the rest of the gang. As the group is still dealing with the aftermath of recent events, they are forgetful that other enemies are all around them, waiting for opportunity. When Liz and Maria come up missing one morning, the rest of the group desperately searches for them, unaware that they are now caught up in a conflict larger and more dangerous than any of them realizes....

Author's Note: This is my very first fic and I appreciate all comments - it is so much easier to write the ending when I know people care to know what that is!

Please post feedback! Thanks in advance for your assistance!

Well, I was gonna wait till the new board is fixed, but that may be a while, so I'll just post on whatever's up from now on and update the others as need arises - happy reading! *happy*

…From Part 5

A few minutes later they all dashed out of the cafe. They walked wordlessly towards their vehicles, Michael in tow. Every step became harder and harder for him, and he felt as if someone had put him in a box that was quickly shrinking around him. The vision was so real that it made him suddenly gasp for air…
“Stop!!” Michael suddenly yelled out, startling everybody. Max was at his side in an instant.
“Michael – what is it?” he asked in his low, cautious tone. Michael stared at the ground, gathering his thoughts. Something was wrong.. very wrong…

Part 6

Liz Parker woke up in stages. First, she dreamed about flying in the dark. She remembered the sounds of doors opening and closing, echoing as if far in the distance. Next she thought she was awake, but knew she wasn’t. She felt herself lying on a cold hard surface, but yet it felt like she was floating just inches above it. Then came the periods of semi-consciousness and consciousness, where lucidity was still very intangible but looming in front of her. Finally she came to a full awareness, and it was one she did not like. She now realized that she was on a bed, and could smell the musty odor that rose up from the mattress. Her hands were bound tightly, and she could feel something over her mouth. Though it was dark, her eyes adjusted quickly to the rest of the room. Oddly enough, it looked like an old hotel room, though she could hear water dripping somewhere beyond the wall and hitting a puddle. The echoes the drips made resounded over and over in her head, and she silently wished it would cease.
A figure moved in the corner of the room out of the shadows, and Liz tensed up immediately. The dark-eyed man she’d seen earlier came towards her, a smirk played across his lips.
“Well, I was wondering when you would greet us with your presence,” he said sarcastically but with a certain amount of falsified charm. Liz looked at him, trying to seem unimpressed. She watched him as he neared the bed and sat down. Gently he pulled at the tape covering her mouth, going to seemingly great lengths to spare her discomfort.
“You won’t be needing this anymore.”
The stark difference in his current demeanor caused flashes of what had occurred earlier to fly through her mind… Maria –
The image of her best friend’s lifeless body came to the forefront of her thoughts and once again the tears welled up in her eyes. The man watched her for a moment longer then stood back up.
“She had us fooled for a while, but it didn’t take long to figure out she wasn’t you, Liz..” he replied shortly and in a matter-of-fact fashion. “We thought she might know something or at least be valuable for a while… but as it turned out she wasn’t, really.”
“You killed her for nothing,” Liz made the conclusion slowly, hanging on every word.
“Well we certainly couldn’t have had her tattling to anyone, now could we? And she did seem the type,” the man responded. “You think it was for nothing.. you’re too young to remember much. So let me assure you… a casualty of war never dies for nothing.”
Liz stared at him in confusion and horror. War? As if reading her mind, he turned to her again.
“Our people – our very way of life – is in danger. Your friend’s sacrifice will only be but one of the first in what will probably be too many to count.”
Our people? But he’s not human! she thought. I can’t let him find out any-
Suddenly he came to her side, grabbing her jaw with his hand and forcing her to look at him.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what’s going on!! We’ve known about you for a long time and your relationship with them. Even now I can feel your concern for them,” he let her go and paced the floor. “Your actions have condemned all of us and all you do is lie there and think about them. You are a traitor, Liz Parker, to me, to the people of this earth, and yes, you were to Maria, too.”
He’s mad! I’ve got to get out of here, convince him somehow that...
“I don’t know what you’re talking –“
Liz didn’t even bother to finish her statement as the door opened and the nightmare began anew.

Edited by - jaz on 09/16/2001 20:26:33