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PostPosted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 1:20 pm 
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Part 60

Three months later:

Liz walked to the post office, and thought about everything that had happened in the three months since the battle, and Kivar’s death. Naloch had been right, and everything had worked according to his plan. Jesse’s ‘death’ and funeral had been hard for everyone, especially Isabelle. Thankfully, Jesse had made arrangements for the financial security of both Isabelle and his mother. Money would never take his place, but neither of them would have to worry about money for a very long time. Isabelle also received a letter in the mail several days after Jesse had died. They figured he must have written it just before the battle. It confirmed everything they knew. Jesse had been fighting Kivar’s mind warp for a very long time and in fact had done everything possible to mislead Kivar every step of the way. It wasn’t a lot, but it had given Isabelle some closure.

“Liz, come on, we’re going to be late,” Maria yelled from up the street. “Come on Chica, it’s time.”

Liz mentally shoo herself from her reverie and dropped the postcard in to the mailbox and went running back to Maria.

“It’s okay Maria, we have plenty of time. I just need to get changed, and then we can head out,” she said.

An hour later, Geoff Parker proudly escorted his daughter down the aisle to the waiting arms of her groom. To celebrate their one-year wedding anniversary, Liz and Max chose to renew their vows in a large celebration. The minister read the vows, and Max and Liz stated their intentions to love one another forever.

Just at the minister was about to pronounce them husband and wife, Michael interrupted the ceremony.

“Wait, Maria, will you marry me? Here, now!”

“What?” she cried.

“I mean it, I want to marry you, right now. Please say yes,” said Michael.

“Of course I’ll say yes you idiot. I love you!” Maria said, tears shining in her eyes.

Michael stepped away from Max’s side and crossed the small aisle to where Maria was standing next to Liz and Isabelle. He knelt down and takes her hand in his.

“Maria Deluca. I love you more than anything else. You already know you are my world, now I want you to be my life as well,” he said, slipping a diamond ring on her hand. “Sir,” he said turning to the minister, I hope you don’t mind performing one more ceremony today?”

“I’d be delighted,” he said. “Will there be any other takers?” he asked, looking at Isabelle and Kyle.

“Not right now,” said Kyle from his place beside Max.

“But maybe someday,” Isabelle said softly, smiling at Kyle. “Maybe someday.”

The minister made short work of the second ceremony and pronounced both couples husband and wife. After the ceremony, the small group returned to the CrashDown to celebrate.

“Excuse me,” Max said tapping on his glass to be heard over the small but loud group of people. “Liz and I have something we’d like to say!”

Silence filled the room as everybody stopped talking and turned towards Max. “Well, first, we’d like to thank all of you for sharing this day with us, and for the wonderful party. We also want to say congratulations to Michael and Maria. The next 50 years or so promise to be very interesting. And finally, we just wanted to share some wonderful news. Liz and I will be welcoming our first child into the world in just under six months.”

Shouts fill the room as everyone rushed up to hug and congratulate the happy couple.

“Liz, I can’t believe it,” squealed Maria. “A baby! How wonderful. But why didn’t you say anything!”

“Well, we were a little bit busy running for our lives, and then fighting a war,” Liz laughed. “Besides, I wasn’t sure myself at first, and then when I was, there was Jesse’s funeral. I just couldn’t tell everybody then. We needed to focus on Isabelle.”

“Um, not trying to be negative, but will this kind of pregnancy progress normally?” asked Maria.

“Yes,” said Liz with a happy grin on her face. “Max contacted Naloch, who said that everything should proceed normally, but there is one small side effect. You become totally in tune with your partner’s thought and feelings. You can feel everything he feels and everything he thinks if you open yourself up to it.”

“You little rat,” Maria said with a grin. “That’s how you knew what Max was feeling when he said he wanted to go back to Antar.”

“Yeah, that’s when I first started to suspect something was up.”

“Excuse me ladies,” said Max as he and Michael approached the two women. “May we have this dance?”

”Of course,” said Liz as she stepped into the arms of her husband.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” answers Maria as Michael led her to the dance floor.

Sparkle from Ruby Horse begins to play:

Through the clouds
A nice surprise
To see that twinkle
Return to your eyes
I searched my head
For some old spark
Been around this place
Stumbling in the dark
And when I feel the skies will never clear
You remind me that spring is near

How you sparkle
How you shine
How you rise above
The darkest skies

Through the crowd
I catch your eye
It takes me back again
When we were gettin' high
I search my head
For some old spark
Been around this place
Fumbling in the dark
And when I feel the skies will never clear
You remind me that spring is near

How you sparkle
How you shine
How you rise above
The darkest skies

Nothin' in this world
Could make me love you less
Shadows often leave perfection
In the best
Oh my love, oh my love
Oh my love, oh my love

How you sparkle
How you shine
How you rise above
The darkest skies

How you sparkle
How you shine
How you rise above
The darkness

Several days later, in southern California, and old man walked slowly to his mailbox. Opening it, he reached inside and found a postcard from Roswell New Mexico addressed to Zeke and Nellie Mosley.

Dear Zeke and Nellie,

Thanks for all your help, we just wanted to let you know we made it home and everything is great. We couldn’t have done it without you.


Jenny, Steve, Barbie, Bobby, Frankie and Kerri.


It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.


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A sequel to Quietly into the Night
Conventional Couples
Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Roswell belongs to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox.

Chapter One

“Tell me again about the big war,” the little girl asked, as she cuddled on the overstuffed sofa next to her father. “It’s my favorite story.” She looked up at him with big brown eyes, so like Liz’s that he just melted. Besides, it wasn’t like he could deny his little princess anything.

“You little imp,” said Max. “You know you are supposed to be asleep.”
“Please Daddy,” the little girl begged.

“Ok,” said Max. “But then you are going straight to bed, is that clear?”
“Yes Daddy,” said the little girl as she snuggled closer to her father.

“Once upon a time, before there was a little girl named Alexandra Claudia Evans, there was a terrible, terrible war. Now this war, it took place on a planet far, far away from here.”

“I know, I know!” shouted Lexie. “It was Antar, right daddy?”

“Yes sweetie, it was Antar. Now hush and let Daddy tell you the story. Anyhow, a very evil man named Kivar decided that he wanted to be king, and nobody was going to stop him from making it happen. Kivar killed the nice King Zan who had done his best to rule over Antar, and took over that world. But the good people of Antar played a trick on the mean and evil Kivar. They took part of King Zan, and part of his sister Vilondra and part of his very best friend in the world Rath, and part of King Zan’s wife Ava, and they sent it here to Earth.”

“What did they do that for Daddy?” asked Lexie.

“Max, are you telling her that story again?” asked Maria as she lowered her considerable girth down into a chair. “Why don’t you let me tuck her into bed. I need all the practice I can get before this little one puts in an appearance,” she said patting her rounded stomach.

“Auntie Maria, I want to hear the story, I want to,” demanded the little girl as she rubbed her eyes.

“And hear it you shall,” said Max, but only after you apologize to Auntie Maria for being rude.”

“Sorry,” said the little girl, right before she popped her thumb into her mouth.

“Max, you are spoiling that little girl,” said Maria. “You have to know that Liz wouldn’t like for her daughter to be a spoiled brat.”

Max smiled sadly at the mention of Liz.

“God Maria, I miss her so much,” said Max as he stroked his daughter’s long brown hair. I still can’t believe that she’s, that she’s.” He stopped, unable to continue without crying.

“She’s gone Max,” said Maria almost cruelly. “When are you going to say it? She’s gone, and she’s never coming back.

“Maria, stop it,” Max whispered. “Don’t talk like that in front of Lexie.”

“What, you don’t think she should know her mother’s dead Max? Of course she should know,” said Maria.

“We don’t know it for a fact,” said Max defensively. “She could still be alive.”

“Come on Max, get real. She’s dead and Kyle’s dead. Their bodies are somewhere on Antar, and we can’t even bury them,” she burst into tears as she spoke. “We never should have gone there. We should have known it was too risky, and now, she’s dead.”

Max looked down to see if his daughter was aware of the conversation and found, to his relief that she was already asleep.

“Maria, I’m not going to insult you by saying that your hormones are making you act this way, but if you don’t shut up,” began Max.

“Hey, Max, Maria? Where are you guys?” shouted Michael as he walked into the kitchen from the garage. “Maria, I got the peppermint ice cream you wanted, and the jalapeno peppers. I don’t know, the thought of that combination makes even me sick,” said Michael as he walked into the living room. Sensing the tension, he stopped his cheerful rambling and looked around.

“What’s going on is something wrong? Did something happen?”

“Yeah, my best friend is dead and her stupid husband won’t accept it, that’s what,” said Maria struggling to get up from the soft chair in which she had been sitting.

Michael put a restraining hand on her shoulder and pushed her back into the chair.

”Maria, shut up and sit down. Max, shut up and get Maria a dish for her ice cream. I’ll put Lexie to bed, and then, well talk about this again, and we’ll keep talking about it until everybody is satisfied.”

Michael swooped down and lifted the sleeping girl from the arms of her father and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. Once he tucked her into bed, he smoothed a strand of hair away from her face and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Oh little one, you are so like your mother,” he said softly. “I love your Auntie Maria with all my heart, but your mother was the first human I ever trusted. And she trusted me, with a terrible secret. I wish I hadn’t made that promise to her, but I did, and I’ll keep it until the day I die.”

Michael smoothed the covers. He smiled down on Lexie before he left the room. He enjoyed the opportunity to spend time with his Goddaughter. Turning on the small nightlight, he quietly left the room and went down the stairs of the small cape style home that Max and Lexie called home.

Back downstairs he found Maria and Max in an uneasy truce. Maria was busy eating her peppermint ice cream with the jalapeno peppers garnishing the top, while Max looked on in ill concealed disgust. Finally Maria broke the silence.

“Well, now you know how we felt every time you poured a gallon of Tabasco sauce into your cokes.”

“Yeah, well, even that isn’t as gross as what you’re eating,” said Michael as he sat down next to his wife. “Now, does somebody want to tell me what happened while I was at the store?”

“Same fight, different day,” said Max.

“Well, I know that,” said Michael. “What brought it on this time? I thought we had agreed to not talk about that particular topic right now.”

“He was telling her that stupid story again. You know the one where he makes our whole lives sound like some glorified fairy tale.”

Max stood up and walked across the room to the mantelpiece and picked up a picture of Liz and him on the day they renewed their wedding vows. He carefully placed the picture back and turned to Maria. “Lexie is my daughter, and I can tell her anything that I want,” said Max.

“But what good is it in telling her those stories and giving into her every demand. You know Liz wouldn’t want that for her. But wait, I forgot, you’re going to say, but Liz isn’t here right now, and I’m going to say that’s right because she’s dead. There’s no need for us to go there again,” Maria said angrily.

“Damn it Maria, she isn’t dead,” said Max. “I’d know it, just like she knew it when I died that time.”

“We never should have listened to Naloch,” Maria said softly. “We never should have gone to Antar that time.”

“Maria, nobody knew that the factions loyal to Kivar were that strong,” said Michael. “If we did, we never would have gone. Besides, you know Liz was concerned about Lexie’s birth. That was her main reason for wanting to go there, and you agreed with her.”

“Don’t remind me,” she cried. “I wanted to go, we went, and now my best friend is dead. She wouldn’t have gone if I hadn’t agreed. It’s my fault, I killed her,” Maria cried.

Michael took his wife into his arms and held and rocked her as she sobbed for the loss of her friend. Tears that she had held at bay for three long years had finally exploded to the surface. Max stepped out on to the porch to give them some privacy and thought back to their fateful trip to Antar. Liz had been concerned about her pregnancy, and so they used the communicators to contact Naloch who had agreed that they should come to Antar. And so Max and Liz, Michael, Maria, Kyle and Isabelle had all traveled to Antar.

It was a beautiful world, nothing like the false images Tess had implanted in Max’s mind. No Jell-O seas, no green skies. In fact, Antar was very similar to Earth in many ways, at least environmentally. Technologically, Antar was far more advanced. It was exciting for all of them to learn about the many advances. Liz was happy to find out that her pregnancy was progressing normally according to earth standards, and the physicians on Antar didn’t foresee any trouble with the upcoming birth.

As Liz’s time drew near, there was talk of rebellion in Antar’s capital city. Kivar’s followers were numerous and very loyal, and they were not happy to learn that any remnants of the royal family were alive and well. Max’s one and only royal act had been to turn down the opportunity to rule Antar, and to insist that the people devise a democratic style of government. Most people were happy with his decision. Most, but not all. The night before Liz went into labor, the two had argued about returning to Antar. Max had heard about the rumblings of the rebellion and wanted to leave, but Liz urged him to stay. She wanted their child born on Antar, just in case anything went wrong.

Liz’s labor was growing stronger when the rebels broke through the fortifications outside the city. And Alexandra Claudia Evans was born to the sounds of battle.

“Max, take her and go,” Liz urged “Take her back to earth where she’ll be safe. I’ll follow you as soon as I can.”

“No, Liz, I’m not leaving you,” Max said. “Maria and the others can take her back, but I’m staying. Michael will you tell her to listen to me!”

“Excuse me, Max,” interrupted Naloch. “I hate to disturb you, but I have need to speak with you privately.” Max and Naloch left the room together and in a short time, he returned.

“Naloch says the rebels are close, and there is a good chance they’ll be able to breach the security systems of the castle. Liz, we need to get you out of here, now.”

“Max, I can’t leave yet, I just can’t. I’d only hold you back. Take our baby and get her to safety. Kyle said he’d stay with me and we’ll leave as soon as I’m able.” Michael had looked over at Liz and she nodded slightly.

“She’s right Max, come on. They want you and Isabelle, and they’ll want the baby. Kyle and Liz will be ok, they’re not of royal blood.”

In the end, Max had agreed, and allowed himself to be led through underground passages with Alexandra nestled in his arms. Within minutes, they were back on earth. Max, Alexandra, Michael, Maria and Isabelle. They waited for several days, but Kyle and Liz didn’t return. Max tried to reach Naloch with the communicators but could never again make contact.

They tried to go on with their lives, all of them, but it was hard, so hard. Isabelle couldn’t stand the thought of losing yet another person that she loved. One day, she packed up her belongings and left Roswell. She promised to come back, but she hadn’t yet. Max struggled to raise a newborn while going to school, and Michael and Maria tried to live their lives without letting the loss of their friends destroy them.

A cry from upstairs shook Max from his thoughts and he rushed into the house. Maria struggled to get herself out of her chair, and Michael was already half way up the stairs. Max pushed past him and found Lexie standing at the top of the stairs. He picked her up and carried her back down to the family room.

“Have a bad dream Lexie Bear?” he asked.

“I dreamed about mommy,” said the little girl.” Maria drew a sharp breath at the mention of Liz, but otherwise remained quiet.

“You had a dream about your mommy,” said Max. “That must have been a good dream. Why’d you cry Lexie Bear?”

“Cause Mommy had to leave,” she said.

“Oh, do you want to tell me about your dream?”

“Yeah, cause Mommy said it was real ‘portant for me to tell you everything. She said she was ok, and so was Unca Kyle and Xander Michael. Daddy, who are Unca Kyle and Xander Michael?”

Wordlessly, Max looked over her head to Michael and Maria, both of whom stared back at him amazed. Alexander Michael was the name that Liz and Max had chosen if their baby was a boy.

“Max, did you ever tell her?” began Maria.

“Never, nobody knew that except for us.”

“Lexie, was there anything else?” he asked his daughter.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Mommy said that it was ok for Unca Michael to tell now.”

It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.


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Hi Majilmon, i have read Quitly into the Night 2 times now and i am staring on my 3rd time , thats just how wonderfull this story is, ill be back to read some more later i must rest for now
i thank you
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