Unfinished Business prologue
Disclaimer- I do not own Roswell, and mean no infringement. It is owned by Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, UPN, WB, etc. Please note that the Prologue contains part of Cry Your Name.
Category- CC, FF
Rating- Mature.
Summary- The year is 2013. It has been ten long years since the Podsquad has fled Roswell just ahead of the Army. By mischance they have been mostly separated, each couple dealing with the hand life has dealt them. They have set aside their destiny, but what if it has not forgotten them?
Kyle-
Kyle sipped at his beer as he stared at the TV. He absently set his boots on the table in front of him. He frowned at the line the knife sheaf hidden in the top made.
He was slipping. He'd have to work on its placement.
The front door opened. "Kyle! Feet off the table! NOW!"
Kyle winced, "Sure thing Ava, no need to shout." He moved his feet and placed them carefully on the floor. The knife was hidden now. Still, it shouldn't have been noticeable at all.
"So what did you do now? Do I need to feed you or break out the blankets?"
"Its nothing like that. I just needed to get out."
"Uh huh. So how long will it be before she lets you come home this time?"
"No seriously, its not like that." Kyle used his powers to turn off the TV. "Ava we found an agent."
"An agent? Here? In Las Vegas? How much does he know? Was he involved or….?"
"Isabel is with him now. I'm sorry if we've compromised your…."
Ava waved her hand, "Your family. All that I have left. I just hope you don't have to go back into hiding." Ava turned away and said softly, "I would miss you."
"Yeah, well lets hope they're still clueless."
"I wish…."
"You know if they know about you they will come for you too. Your not really safe here. None of us are really safe anywhere."
"I'm a big girl now Kyle. I can take care of myself. Its you two I worry about."
Kyle got up, his mission of warning Ava done. "I'll let you know what Izzie finds out." He put on his leather jacket. It was hot out there. But Isabel had armored the jacket, and it was safer to wear it.
Besides the heat didn't bother him anymore. Hadn't really for over eight years.
Another gift from El Presidente, wherever he was. He lifted up his bottle in a silent toast to his missing friends before finishing the beer.
"Seriously, this life….. It's not for you. For either of you. Surely there has to be a way you can settle down?"
"Isabel won't stop until they are avenged, Ava. And where she goes, I go."
"I know. I just don't want to see you get hurt. Either of you."
"Bye, Ava." He gave her a big grin to her sad smile and walked to his bike.
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Isabel-
Isabel smiled at the Agent from the Special Unit that sat bound on her couch.
God she hated them.
"So, here is how this is going to go. Now if I had lots of time and patience, I could play a word association game. And I could ferret out everything I needed to know." She turned away and walked over to the table where she had placed the documents she and Kyle had found in his room. She'd briefly gone over them, but questioning him would be much faster.
Hopefully he would just tell her what she needed to know. She'd still have to kill him. But at least she wouldn't have to mind rape him first.
"Go to hell, alien scum."
She turned and gave him a bright cheery smile. For some reason that intimidated them more than a more surly or threatening glare. Funny how the human mind could work. "You see, I don't really have time or patience play games with you. So, either you tell me the truth, all of it and I won't have to just rip it from your pathetically feeble mind?" She finished, voice all sweetness and light.
"Do your worst! We will find all of you and we will…." He stopped suddenly, unable to get any air in the throat she was constricting from across the room.
"You know," Isabel's voice got soft almost sultry, "you really shouldn't encourage me." She reduced her grip, allowing him a small amount of air. She grabbed a note book and walked over to the struggling agent.
And she mind raped him, using her powers to inscribe anything relevant on the notepad for Kyle to look over. Sometimes he could spot things she missed.
Fifteen minutes later she was vacuuming up the dust and debris from the agent's disintegrated body.
Clean up had gotten so much easier over the years.
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Liz-
Liz seldom had the opportunity to take leisurely afternoon naps anymore. Her three little angels saw to that. But Max being the sweetheart he usually was, was watching the kids for her this afternoon.
Allowing her a few moments of blessed peace, to catch up on her sleep from the presentation she had made last week.
She was a rising star in the field of molecular biology…. In large part because of her hard work, but also because she could actually sense things down at the molecular level….
Max's little gifts had never really left her.
She wished Maria was there with her. To enjoy the success that both she and Max had found.
It was hard though. The Army worked poor Michael so hard.
Guilt laced through Liz. She had it so easy compared to her friend. Max was safe now. He was still Max, still had his powers, still had his personality…. Although even there a few differences in nervous behavior cropped up from time to time.
Max's cells were human. Whatever had happened when he had healed Clayton, remaking the evil man's body into his own, it had changed his nature in some unspecified way. He could drink now. And he got sick.
That was how they found out. While they had still been on the run all those years ago, all of the humans had come down with a bad case of the flu. And so had Max. Michael and Isabel were naturally still immune, like they had been their entire lives.
It hadn't been so bad with Max able to stave off of the worst of it with his powers. But convincing him he needed help too had taken a while.
Those tumultuous months on the road…. They had been terrifying and horrible in so many ways, and yet they contained so many fond memories.
Memories of the last time they had all been able to be together. Before Maria's surprise pregnancy, and her capture by the Army. Michael's deal. Isabel's Crusade.
Some how Liz and Max had slipped off the radar. They had built the life they had wanted. And everything continued to improve.
Her pleasant reveries were broken by another remnant from Max's healing her.
Maria was going to die.
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Maria-
Maria smiled and turned to her oldest daughter, Stephanie, "Alright, you know the drill. I'm probably going to be stuck at the office fairly late tonight."
"Meetings?"
Maria nodded.
"Yeech. So feed the monsters and make sure they go to bed on time."
"Stephanie, how many times have I told you not to call your brothers that?"
Her daughter flipped her dark blonde pony tail over her shoulder, "Mom, in case you haven't noticed, they destroy everything. I mean seriously."
"Be nice. Oh, and if you could have…."
"…. a salad ready for you when you get home. Sure thing, mom. Now go, and show those show those fools you work with the error of their ways."
"And your homework, make sure it is done, okay sweetie."
Stephanie just nodded her head.
Maria got in her car. Her kids were so good. And with their genetics it was a miracle. After all the long talks she'd had with her mother, she'd been expecting hellions. And maybe the boys were. Stephanie was certainly different that either Maria or Michael. If she remindered her of anyone it was Liz.
Maria closed her eyes and wished Liz were here. Or better yet, Michael.
'Be safe Spaceboy'
How she wished the bond they shared could convey more than just a sense of presence. How she wished she could tell him how much she missed him, how much she loved him.
She opened her eyes and started up the car.
And it exploded.
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Michael-
The last place Michael wanted to be was out here in Afghanistan.
He wanted desperately to be back home, to be with Maria and the kids. And he did not doubt that most of the men had similar thoughts.
Family men, most of them. Responsible.
But they had a job to do. And they would do it, and do it well.
It was a pity they couldn't just lob a few heavy bombs and just kill everyone in the cave. But for some reason the brass did not want to do that.
Still, there had to be a better way…. This operation was likely to get a lot of them killed….
He felt Maria die. Felt as the world became dark and empty. And he wanted to follow her, he did.
But he couldn't. He could still feel his kids. They were still alive.
And they would need him.
He needed to get home. As in now.
Most of the unit he was in knew that Lieutenant Leduca was special. That he was lucky. Some even thought he might have some sort of psychic gift.
If they only knew.
They were about to learn just how special Michael really was.
For the men, the terrorists in that cave stood between him and his ability to go home. To be with his kids. To find out what had happened to his wife.
And avenge her if necessary.
But first to deal with the enemy……
And as Rath had done before on Antar, Michael became Death.












Nicolas. Hopefully, Michael in his grief will recognize that humans are still an asset.
Nice line.
