In the Eye of the Beholder

In the eye of the beholder

Author- Katana

Pairing- Kyle/Liz

Rating- PG-13

Disclaimer- I don’t own them, so don’t kill me

Dedication- This is dedicated to all of those roswellians out there who are closet loyalists, but are afraid to acknowledge that side of them.

Summary- Kyle Valenti and Liz Parker thought that they were just 2 ordinary humans. But in one day, their lives as they knew them disappear and they are revealed to be Aliens. Aliens from the same system as the Podsters. Liz and Kyle struggle to understand as a force beyond their control tries to tear apart the love they once had.

~~~~~~~~Part 1~~~~~~~~~

Kyle shook his head as he watched Liz. He knew that she was being forced to work full shifts by her overly protective and overly concerned father. But who could blame him? His little girl was running off to Utah with a young man who was labeled ‘trouble’, knocking over convenience stores, holding guns to people’s heads, and generally getting herself into trouble. Kyle could see why Mr. Parker was freaking out. But escorting her to school, checking every hour to make sure she was still in class, escorting her home, watching her every moment of her shifts, and checking in on her at all hours of the night? Now that was extreme. Liz had even told Kyle that for a week or so after she got back from her stint in Utah, her father had come in every hour to make sure she was still in her room. Not that it stopped her from sneaking off to be with Max.

Kyle sighed. She was going to work herself to death. She looked half-dead already. He knew she couldn’t be getting much sleep with her father coming in all the time to make sure she was still there. He bent down and sipped some more of his root beer as he watched her run around like chicken with no head. It was like her father purposely scheduled only Liz and Maria to work. To make sure she was constantly working, and not sneaking off to see Max.

The whole situation enraged him. Max was such an ass to her and every time he kicked her down, she’d get up again, dust herself off, and go back to him for more. It bothered him.

Her father had even threatened to send her to boarding school. The guy must have been really desperate to consider sending his only daughter away. But Liz still kept on defying her father and seeing Max. And Kyle got to hear her complain about it. Just like he got to listen to everyone else complain about everyone else. Except for Max of course. Max still thought him and Liz had slept together. Kyle still was perplexed at that whole situation. Why hadn’t Liz told Max, now that they were together again, that it wasn’t true?

He didn’t really care any more though. It seemed to him that everyone had somebody, no matter how dysfunctional the relationship was or not. Everyone but him. Even Isabel, who he had thought would still be mourning for Alex, was getting married. Married. He still couldn’t believe it. They had become very close over the summer; They even finished each other’s sentences at times. He had begun to think, and had hoped that maybe he and Isabel would be together, but it looked like he was doomed to live a lonely barren life. Kyle shook his head once more as Liz walked past him carrying more plates then she could handle. She was going to drop them, and then her father would have a fit. He slurped the rest of his root beer as she walked by, making an annoyingly loud noise that got her attention. She nodded in his direction. Good. Maybe she would bring him his order now.

There was still a slight awkwardness between them from the week before. She had been complaining as usual about Max and her father. During her rant she had slipped, and not thinking said, “I mean, Max is the only guy I’ve ever loved and of course it would be the one my father hates.” He had winced; She hadn’t noticed and continued on. “He loved you, and I didn’t even care about y-“ It was there that she had stopped. She covered her mouth, then apologized. She hadn’t even realized how much she’d hurt him by the words.

So there was an awkwardness. Because he was hurt, and she didn’t know it. Or at least all of it. It was almost like she’d forgotten that they were even together. Like she’d forgotten the way she’d killed his pride, heart and soul.

He could, in fact, still remember the day she’d left him. His entire universe had come apart with her simple words. She’d spoken them as if they meant nothing to her, and to him. As if they didn’t cut him like they were shards of broken glass; His universe, shattered. She’s said them as if she . . . as if she didn’t care. As if she didn’t care about him. She’d opened her beautiful pink lip-gloss tinted lips, lips that should have been on his, and let the words pour out of her mouth like a poison she’d concocted to kill him right then and there on the hospital steps.

||Flashback||

Kyle let her words flow into him, letting them sting him. As he listened to her defend her saintly Max, realization hit him like a train. It all made sense now. How could he have not seen it, not figure it out earlier than this?

“So that’s it, isn’t it?’ He said. “You and Max are together.”

He watched her face intently, looking for a reaction. Some sort of clue that he was wrong. That she’d laugh and throw herself into his arms, and reassure him that she was his forever. He got his reaction. But it wasn’t what he wanted to see, and he didn’t like what he was seeing. He was filled with a horror that ate at his soul. Her eyes twinkled in happiness, hope, or both. He watched her trying to fight her feelings for Max. He was losing her. His Liz Parker. And to Max Evans of all people. This couldn’t be happening to him. It was all a nightmare. He’d wake up and she would still be his and only his. She belonged to him, and she belonged with him, dammit, and he-

“No, we’re not.” Liz said, interrupting his thoughts, her voice trailing off.

The horror dissipated away immediately at those words. He was wrong. She was still his. Oh, thank god-

“And neither are we.” She finished.

“What?” He spat. He must have heard her wrong.

“Kyle, I just . . . I really don’t think we should be together any more.” She said, simply.

It had been one thing to think she was losing him, but it was quite another to hear her say it. To verbally say ‘Screw you Valenti, we’re over.’ She had already stabbed him in the heart when she started to ignore him for Max, when she started to blow him off. Know she was twisting the knife further and further down into his heart. It was like she seemed to get pleasure from hurting him the way she was. He wanted to collapse onto his knees and beg her not to do this. But he couldn’t.

He was Kyle Valenti.

“So you’re going to break up with me because my friends knocked Max around?” He demanded.

Liz shook her head. “No, It’s complicated.”

“It’s because of Max.” He said.

“No, I told you that Max . . . ” She started to defend him again and he couldn’t take it.

“Listen. Max is trouble.” He said, interrupting her. “My dad’s got an eye on him.”

He knew it was useless though. She wouldn’t listen to him about anything she said about Max that involved him being ‘trouble’. She was too in love with him to hear any of it.

“I have to go see my grandmother.” She said.

“I’m sorry Kyle.” She added.

And with that, she walked away from him and into the hospital. Away from him and out of his life forever.

||End Flashback||

Or so he’d thought. With his words to her back then echoing in his mind, Kyle Valenti laughed. Max is trouble. Boy was he right. With all the things the guy had done to not only Liz and Isabel, but everyone else in the group, he’d certainly earned the title ‘Trouble’. He impregnated an alien-murder, then sent her back to his greatest enemy along with his heir and his most powerful weapon, the Granolith. He hadn’t believed Liz about Alex’s death, he held hands with Tess in public, he manhandled Liz, forbade Isabel from going to college, and somehow found time to try to reduce Kyle to the level of dirt.

Still laughing, he leaned back against the back of the booth. Liz was . . . a far cry from out of his life. It was actually like she almost had forced her way back into it. Shaking away his memory, Kyle looked around the crowded café. He finally spotted her when she came through the door from the kitchen and made her way toward him, her arms overly full, as usual. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, apologetically. He watched her as she walked right past him and to the booth’s behind him. He could hear her talking to the customers, setting down the plates. He waited patiently, even as his stomach growled in protest.

“Sorry about the wait Kyle.” She said, coming up from behind him.

He looked up at her. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Ok...So we have a Men in Black burger and another root beer.” She said.

“So you got the subliminal slurp message then.” He said.

She laughed. “Loud and clear.”

She set his food down in front of him and his stomach instantly reacted to the smell of the burger. She produced a straw from her apron, and after tearing it open and putting it in the soda, she glanced around the café. It took him a minute to realize what she was doing. After she had reassured herself that her father wasn’t around, she slid into the booth across from him. She looked radiant in her uniform. He realized that as she settled back into the booth, effectively hiding from her father. The uniform revealed just enough to get a guy’s blood moving, but at the same time leaving much to the imagination. Which was probably worse than if she walked around stark naked. A guy’s imagination could imagine a lot of things, and imagine them quite well. Her skirt had gotten shorter than it originally was, and it revealed her long honey-colored legs. He watched her curiously as she pulled her antenna headband off, setting it on the table. She then reached behind her neck and pulled her hair loose from its ponytail. It cascaded down over her shoulders, making him wish he could run his hands though it. Hell, any guy would want to run his hands through her hair. It was . . . all over the place. He found her irresistibly sexy at that moment. He shook his head, pushing the thoughts from his mind. He should have been over her months- no, years ago.

“You ok?” She asked as she smoothed out her hair.

“Yeah . . . just a bit . . . overwhelmed.” He replied.

“I know how you feel.” She said.

She smiled at him then, and feelings he hadn’t felt in almost two years somehow pushed their way through to the surface of his emotional being. Feelings of attraction. Of lust. Of longing. Of love. But he smiled back at her, hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid she would see him emotions and sense his feelings within his smile. She used to be able to tell exactly what he was feeling from his eyes. But that was a long time ago. Things had changed so much since then. He didn’t know where the feelings were coming from, but he didn’t want her to know about them. So in order to hide them from her, he simply averted his eyes from her gaze. He focused on his burger. Yeah, like that will help, Valenti.

“Kyle.” She said.

She leaned across the table and lifted his face up. Their eyes met and locked. Kyle was immediately jolted and shocked by the electricity current flowing between them. The pure energy. Buddha, help me, Kyle pleaded. And then his eyes were closing. He was swept up in the energy, and before he could understand what was happening, he was swept up in what he could only assume were flashes.

||Flashes||

He and Liz were on a cliff somewhere. He could sense the passion between them as they clung to each other in ecstasy. The sky around them faded from blue to black. Day to night. Stars appeared in the sky, shining brightly on them. He saw the night sky. One constellation seemed to stick out more than the rest. He saw the constellation close up. It was a V made of five stars, and in the center of the V there were two faint stars, so close you could barely tell one from the other. It was odd. Like no other constellation he’d ever seen, but it was very familiar to him. Then suddenly, it was day again. He saw that he and Max were standing a few feet apart from each other, with Liz standing in the middle. There were weird shapes made from metal all over the found. They were everywhere, all around them. Kyle reached his hand out to Liz. Max did the same. Liz, looking very confused, glanced first at Kyle’s hands, then back at Max’s. She took a half step toward max, stopped, and looked toward Kyle’s outstretched hand. She took a step forward so she was back where she once stood. The wind blew around them. After a few seconds, Liz smiled to herself and slowly, she took a step toward . . .

||End Flashes||

Kyle was ripped from the flashes suddenly. Liz yanked her hand back from Kyle’s chin like he was going to bite her or something.

“I.....uh . . . I Gotta go.” She stammered.

And she practically leapt from the table, hitting his root beer with her arm in her rush to get up from the table. It fell on its side, spilling ice and soda all over the table, and all over Kyle.

“Liz.” He shouted after her.

It was useless. She kept going. Dazed, he looked down at his soaked pants, then glanced back up at Liz as she pushed through the door to the kitchen and out of his viewpoint. By that time, all the customers were staring at him, wondering what had happened. Kyle hid his face from them. He didn’t need this. What the hell had those been. They made no sense whatsoever.

“What happened?” A female voice said.

Kyle glanced in the direction of the voice, hoping it would be Liz. But it was Maria. He hadn’t even noticed her come over to him. She had a few rags in her hands, and she tossed one at him for his pants as she went to work on wiping off the table.

“I’m not sure.” Was all he could reply.

And he really wasn’t.

~~~~~~~~~Part 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Liz pushed her way through the house area of the café, through the kitchen doors, and into the back room, refusing the urge to look back at Kyle. Her mind, and surprisingly, her heart was demanding that she go back and found out what the hell those meant. What they were.

You know what it was, her inner voice chided.

I do?

Yes. They were flashes.

Really? , Liz thought back sarcastically. My, aren’t you perceptive.

Don’t start with me.

And why not?

You need to be talking with him, not me.

Max would freak if I told him about thi-

No. Not Max. Kyle.

Liz sighed. The door closed behind her as she pushed through it and she let herself fall gently against it, sliding down so that she could rest her head in her hands. She’d had flashed before, she had recognized them as flashes immediately. But her flashes had never been like . . . like that. They were almost like Max’s destiny flashes. Max had told her all about them. He’d even shown them to her, even though she was petrified she would give him flashes of Future Max’s visit. But she’d lucked out, and he still didn’t know about it. Thank God.

Shaking her head at herself, Liz got back to the subject at hand. Why would she have flashes like that, especially with Kyle? What the hell was that Max/Kyle thing? And more importantly, who had she taken that step toward. Somehow she knew there was a lot more to the flashes then what she had seen. Wait a minute. Had Kyle seen them too? Liz concentrated for a moment until she remembered the look he’d had on his face before she’d run off. Yes. He’d seen them. And what amazed her was that she was actually relieved that Kyle had seen them too.

Atenu oshiba okura ashima keru tenai.

Woah. That voice in her head wasn’t her voice. No, that was a new voice. A voice she’d never heard. It couldn’t be her. She didn’t know that . . . language. At least she assumed it was a language, and not . . . god. If it wasn’t a language, then what the hell was it? Someone pushed on the door behind her, interrupting her thoughts, and Liz stood up slowly, moving out of the way of whoever was behind the door. Sighing, she stood and waited to see who it was. Part of her wanted it to be Kyle, and the other half wanted it to be . . . Kyle.

OK, so I want it to be Kyle. Is that a crime?

No.

Good.

She heard the door creak, and she turned her attention to the door as it was swung open to reveal Maria. She stepped through the doorway, carrying a dripping rag in one hand. And she looked pissed. Ok, partially pissed and partially confused.

“Ok girlfriend. Spill.” Maria said, dropping the rag in a bin by the lockers.

“Huh?” Liz replied.

“What the hell happened back there Liz? One minute your giving Kyle his burger, the next you two are slumped over in some sort of daze with your fingers on him. Then you jump up and runaway like there’s a Saturday sale as Jcpenny’s. And you, genius that you are, knocked his root beer over, spilling it all the place and all over him. I mean, Liz what is wrong with you? Are you on something? And what was with that disappointed look that you had when I came through the door? Where you expecting Kyle or something?” Maria was on one of her rants. There was no stopping her now.

“Maria.” Liz protested.

Maria continued on, ignoring Liz. “Did you like see flashes or something? What is going on with you and Kyle? Is there something going on that I should know about, being your best friend and all? Did you really sleep with him?”

“MARIA!” Liz shouted.

“What?” Maria asked.

“Nothing is wrong with me, I’m not on anything, I was not disappointed and I certainly was not expecting Kyle, there is nothing going on between us, so therefore nothing you should know about and . . . Does that answer all your questions?” Liz said.

She paused and counted questions. “Oh, and I didn’t sleep with Kyle!” She added, yelling to get her point across.

“Well that’s good to know.” A voice said behind her.

Liz froze instantly on the spot she stood. Please let it not be Max.

I would recognize Max’s voice.

Not in the state your in.

You have a point.

Of course I do.

Shut up.

Liz turned around slowly, and glanced in the general direction of the man. But instead of facing him, she closed her eyes. Well, at least she had sense enough to recognize a male voice from a female one. But if it was Max, she’d have to come up with something, and come up with it quick. He could never know she was lying to him about sleeping with Kyle.

Grow up Parker.

Max can never know.

Maybe it’s not Max.

Maybe it is.

Open your eyes, Liz.

Liz obeyed the voice for once and opened her eyes. Slowly. And when the focused they focusd on her father. She was so happy to see that it wasn’t Max that she launched herself into her father’s arms. It was kind of funny actually. She hated her father at that time in her life, and she never thought she’d be happy to not see Max. But she was happy. And with everything that was going she needed a hug. She felt she deserved it. But the second she touched her father, she was greeted with more flashes. They were actually more like flashbacks. Flashbacks from her father.

|||Flashes||

A doorbell rang. Her father got up from the house area of the café and made his way toward the back door. Liz noted that the Crashdown looked entirely different then. It looked like a regular old pink café; It wasn’t alien themed at all. When her father reached the back door, he opened it. And there stood an alien. It was just like the stereotypes, except it wasn’t green. It was silver. And four feet tall. Bug-eyed. In its arms were two babies. They looked human enough, but still had an alienish quality top them. The alien held out one of the babies to her father, and he was too shocked to do anything as the alien placed the baby in his arms and disappeared. A little baby girl with brown hair. And a strange birthmark on it’s left ankle.

||End Flashes||

She was ripped from the flashes by her father shaking her and calling her name.

“Lizzie!” Her father yelled again.

“Huh?” She muttered.

“You passed out again. Are you ok?” Maria said.

“Again?” Mr. Parker inquired.

Maria began to explain to him how the same thing had happened only minutes before. But all Liz could think of was the strange birthmark on the alien-baby’s ankle. She had seen that birthmark before. It was on her body. On her left ankle. Liz stepped back, in an attempt to escape her father’s embrace. He held her fast by her arms, but she somehow ripped herself from his grip, a betrayed look in her eyes. How could they have not told her that she wasn’t theirs? That she was . . . alien.

“How could you?!” She yelled.

She turned and bolted up the stairs then, fighting back tears. She could hear her father and Maria yelling after her but she didn’t care. Her whole life was falling apart. First those......flashes with Kyle and now this, Her own parents had been lying to her her entire life about who, no...what she really was. She was an alien. She......

“I have powers.” She said, finishing the sentence aloud.

Obviously those powers included the ability to extract memories from people. Either that or she getting flashes from everyone she touched. Kyle. Her dad. She had gotten them from Max last year. But things had changed between them. There was the chance that he would get flashes from when Future Max came, Plus, Liz didn’t want to get flashes from Max and risk the chance of seeing him with that . . . that . . . thing. Tess had screwed up her life. Royally screwed it up. Literally. Just because she used to be his queen, she thought she had the right to take Max’s virginity, Max’s innocence, when it should have been Liz’s.

It was not your destiny. He is not your destiny.

There was that strange voice again. At least it spoke in English this time. The voice, although it was rather disturbing and bothersome, seemed to comfort her at the same time. Hmm. Odd.

Who are you? She mentally asked it.

I cannot say.

Why are you here?

You are being awakened. Your powers are awakening.

Ok....so you’re here because......

I’m here to guide you.

Guide me.

Yes.

Riiight. What if I don’t want guiding. What if I don’t want my powers to awaken, or if I don’t want to be awakened.

You must be joking.

I kid you not.

Trust me. You will need my help soon enough.

If you say so.

Liz shook her head. There was definitely something very strange going on. Maybe the voice was right. Maybe she was awakening or whatever. She had discovered that she was an alien and she did have destiny flashes. They were with Kyle, but she still had them. Liz’s thoughts drifted back to the alien that brought her to her parents, no- the parkers, as she walked into her room. She closed the door behind her, and put her hand to it. She concentrated until she heard the lock click. Satisfied, she sat on her bed.

Who was that alien? Was he/she/it still around? And who was that other baby? Max, maybe. But no, Max and the others had been hatched. They were about six when they came out, so that ruled Max, Isabel, Tess, and Michael out. Liz was glad that Tess was out. To think that she could possibly be related to that thing . . . Liz shook her head. It couldn’t have been her anyway, because the other baby was a boy, but still. So she had a brother running around somewhere? Well she was assuming that she and the boy were related. But if they were related, wouldn’t the alien have kept them there together. None of this made any sense. Sighing, Liz lay back on her bed, and quickly fell asleep. She’d deal with this tommorow.

~~~~~~~~part 3~~~~~~~~~~

Out on Liz’s balcony, from the shadows, someone watched Liz as she slept. She was tossing and turning quite a bit, which was never a good sign. Carefully, and quietly, they held their hand out toward the room. A streak of violet energy shot from it and into Liz, creating a connection between them. The being frowned as it fought with the connection and forced it’s way into her dream.

A girl, who looked just like Liz, stood on a plateau looking over a city. She was dressed very regally, she noted as she glanced down at the dark purple gown she was wearing. It was lined with gold, and the sleeves flared out at the end, as did the skirt. Her hair was twisted up onto her head.

Although she could barely see any of the shorter buildings over the city wall, she could make out the palace and most of the city. And the city before her was in mass chaos. It was burning in so many places. She could hear the screams of the people as they were savagely murdered or burned to death in the flames. Kivar’s soldiers were still marching in, coming in droves that seemed to never stop. Commoners and aristocrats alike were trying to push their way past the soldiers, trying to escape the city and it’s destruction, but they were killed automatically by the soldiers. Many people were committing suicide in an attempt to escape torture and death the long way. The smell of dead and burning flesh filled the air. And she stood there, watching the destruction of the city helplessly. She was flanked by guards, two of which were holding her by her arms to keep her from running into the city to try to help.

“It is useless.” The guard on her left said.

“Princess, there is nothing that you could do to help. You would be killed, and then who would take care of everything?” The guard on her right reasoned.

“But Rein is down there. Zan is down there. Viland-“ She began to protest.

“Vilandra let the armies in. She betrayed Zan.” The guard on her left said, cutting her off.

“Vilandra would never do such a thing. Kivar must have . . . drugged her or . . . or something!” She yelled back.

“Katima, calm down.” Another guard said from behind her.

“Calm down?” She spit out. “Calm down! Rein and the others are probably dead by now.”

“Probably.” The guard on the left said.

“Was that supposed to comfort me?!” She asked bitterly.

“Yes.” The guard on the right replied. “Because now you can save them.”

“How?” She asked.

“The machine.” The guard on the left said.

She nodded to herself as she watched some of the soldiers begin to take prisoners. Many of the others were marching out of the city. Yes, she would use the machine. Suddenly, her guards released her arms and whipped around. She turned with them to see what the commotion was. The commotion was Kivar. She took a step forward. The guards tried to hold her back, but she waved them off.

“What do you want?” She demanded.

She was very afraid of him. The fear could almost be sensed in the air, but the smell of death took over. She watched as Kivar laughed. Only a man that evil would laugh at her. And then he . . . changed. He changed into. . . into. . .

“KATANA!” She yelled.

Katana laughed. “Relax Katima.”

“How can I relax when...........” She stopped and screamed in frustration.

“Kivar and most of his men are gone. It’s time.” Katana replied, seriously.

“To the machine!” She added, laughing.

The figure smiled as the connection broke, and it was taken from the dream. Ah, those were the good old days. Turning, the being left the shadows. The figure was now visible as a woman. She stepped into the light of the window, and more features could be seen. She had long black hair, it reached almost to her waist. She was noticably pretty, and she closely resembled another of Roswell’s residents. Her green eyes gazed into the room as Liz sat up straight in bed, breathing heavy. She could feel Liz’s emotions- confusion, familiarity, anger. She climbed in through the window, and walked over to Liz. Liz glanced up at her, and her usually hazel eyes had a hint of blue to them. Good. Katima was trying to get through.

~~~~~~Part 4~~~~~~~~~~

Liz sat up straight in her bed. What the hell was that? That dream . . . it had seemed . . . almost . . . almost real. Like it was a memory or something. It was . . . Woah. She felt fuzzy. Not like herself. She felt like . . . like there was something trying to get out of her. Someone, actually. This was . . . odd. Had she fallen asleep with the light on? Either way, it was on. The sound of movement broke her train of thought, and she glanced at the direction of it. It was coming from . . . Isabel, who was climbing in through her window. She headed toward her.

“Isabel?” Liz asked, confused.

“Katana.” Isabel answered.

Katana . . . that named sounded familiar. It was from . . . the dream! God, this was not real. She was still dreaming or something. This just wasn’t possible. Her brain was going into overload. Too much had happened that day for this to be real. Liz glanced at her clock. It was three in the morning. She was just hallucinating or something. This is just a dream. This is just a dream.

“You alive?” Katana asked.

“You...the dream....” She muttered to herself.

“Yeah.” Katana replied, smiling mischievously.

“This isn’t real.” She muttered again.

“Sorry sweetcakes. It’s real.” Katana said, her smile turning to a smirk.

Liz looked up at Katana. Who was she? And why was she here? How did she look like Isabel? Was she alien? Was she a skin? Was she going to try to kill her? Should she scream? A thousand questions ran through Liz’s mind.

“What, do I have broccoli in my teeth or something?” Katana asked.

What the hell was going on? Liz felt like her entire life was....well, her entire life was falling apart. It seemed that everything she had known to be true about herself was fake. What bad news did this stranger have to deliver?

Only one way to find out, Parker.

I know, I know.

Just ask her.

What should I do? Just blurt out ‘Who are you?’

Works for me.

“Who are you?” Liz asked.

“Way to change the subject there, Lizzie.” Katana said. “I’m Katana. Your protector.”

Liz was very confused. “My protector?”

“That’d be me. Hey, tell your old man I said hi.” Katana replied.

Realization hit her like a semi. Katana was the one who had given her to the parkers. The one who had abandoned her.

“Why did you . . . leave me here?” She asked.

“Ah, so you do know then.” Katana said.

“I saw the flash from my father.” Liz said.

“I got here just in time then.” Katana replied.

“In time for what?” She asked.

“The awakening.” Katana replied.

“Awakening?” She repeated.

“You heard me. Awakening.” Katana answered.

“We got off subject. Why did you leave me here?” Liz asked again.

“It was necessary at the time.” Katana replied, sitting on the bed next to Liz.

“Necessary.” Liz repeated.

“What are you a parrot or something? Yes. Necessary.” Katana said.

What was so necessary that led her protector to abandon her, here in Roswell? With the hybrids. What if they were enemies or something. No, Liz reassured herself. They weren’t enemies. In the dream she had been concerned for Zan . . . Max. And she knew Vilandra. And Katana. And someone named Rein. Of course she was assuming that she was Katima.

“I’m . . . Am I Katima? Liz asked.

Katana nodded. “Yes.”

Liz watched, stunned, as Katana glanced at the clock. She had known Max. She was one of . . . one of the Podsters. She had an alien brother......

“So, where is my brother?” She asked.

Katana looked confused. “Brother?”

“Yeah. Brother. In the flash, you had two babies. Me and my brother . . . uh . . . Rein.” Liz replied.

Katana just laughed. Had she said something wrong? Why was Katana laughing about her question? Who else could the baby be but her brother? And once again, she was assuming the baby was Rein. Why would Katima . . . er . . . she be worried about Zan and Rein, if Rein wasn’t her brother? Who else could he be?

“The baby, Rein, is not your brother. He is your husband.” Katana said.

“Husband?” Liz gulped.

“Yes. Well, he was. And he’s here in Roswell.” Katana continued.

“Really? I haven’t noticed anyone new around tow-“ Liz began.

“He’s not new. He was raised here too, and you know him.” Katana said, cutting her off.

Katana reached over and nudged Liz, motioning for her to scoot over. Liz moved over, and Katana slid across the bed to lie down next to Liz. Liz just watched her. What was she doing?

“It’s late. I’m tired. And I have nowhere else to go. Lets sleep.” Katana said, her voice full of finality.

Not wanting to cause a problem, and very tired herself, Liz just nodded and snuggled into the comforter. She would ask Katana who her ‘husband’ was tommorow. Right now, she just needed sleep, and lots of it. Maybe when she woke up in the morning, it would all make sense. Katana reached out her hand to turn the light, but Liz grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Um . . . I want to do it.” She explained.

Katana nodded. Liz raised her hand, concentrated, and watched the light go out. Smiling to herself, she settled back into the bed, and fell asleep, hoping to avoid more memory dreams.

~~~~~~Part 5~~~~~~~~~~

Across the town, Rein slept, tossing and turning. Of course, the young man had no idea that he was Rein, the second of the many sons of King Calabar of Detrieta and his wife, Releine. But he would be finding out soon enough. Unfortunately, at that moment he was dreaming- actually having a nightmare. A nightmare that would seem quite real to him to once he woke up.

“Where is he?” Kivar asked.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” Rein replied.

Kivar reached his hand back and slapped him across the face. It stung, but Rein held his ground. He wouldn’t let this monster win. He had to show no fear; He had to show no emotion. But he couldn’t help but a glance around the room. It was strewn with bodies. Everywhere. Bloody and gory, torn to shreds, stabbed. Kivar had no mercy for anyone. Rein had even had to watch him rape Vilandra before he killed her by stabbing her in the chest close to 20 times. Rein had actually watched her face, not the rape. It had reflected her emotions. He could sense her thoughts. She had given up everything for this man, and here he was raping her. Rein couldn’t, however, watch as Kivar stabbed her. It had been too much. She may have betrayed them all, but she was his childhood friend. And he knew what it was like to be so in love that you would do anything for the person.

As if on cue, Kivar smiled evilly. “I have something that may change your mind.”

“There is no something that will make me change my mind.” Rein answered.

“Ah, yes. But there is a someone.” Kivar said,

Reins’ heart almost stopped beating right there on the spot. Yes, there was a someone. But Katima was supposed to be in Detrieta with his mother. He shook his head. No, she was returning today. But her guards wouldn’t let her into the city once they knew what was going on, and with the way Kivar was burning everything in his line of sight, it would be pretty obvious. So there was no way Kivar had Katima. Rein scanned Kivar’s face carefully. He was bluffing. He had to be.

Kivar snapped his fingers. The goons that had been guarding the door opened it to reveal what Rein was dreading. Katima. His lovely Katima. Being held by two guards. She wasn’t even fighting anymore. The guards dragged her in and over to them. This wasn’t happening. Not Katima. Anything but Katima. But knowing that Kivar would sense his fear over the death of his wife, he kept up his poker face. He turned toward Kivar, his face completely expressionless, and waited for him to make his bargain. But surprisingly, it was Katima that spoke first.

“Rein . . . ” Katima whispered.

Rein took a step toward her, but was immediately stopped by Kivar. “No, No, Rein. Not till you tell me where Zan and the others are hiding.”

Rein shook his head. He would never tell; It was his duty to protect Rath and Zan and Ava. And Katima would haunt him in the afterlife forever if he.......

“Tell him.” Katima whispered.

Rein glanced at her, surprised. He knew Katima, and he knew her well. She would never willingly give up Zan, no matter whether the price was his life, their child’s life, or her own life. Katima would never tell him to......

“TELL HIM!” She shouted.

“Katima, you know that I cannot te-“ Rein began protesting.

He was cut off by a scream. Kivar had made his way over to Katima in that split second, drawn his dagger and had driven it right into her abdomen. She screamed in pain, and the sound echoed throughout the chamber. Rein felt like he was the one being stabbed. This wasn’t happening. He fell to his knees, and pushed his way past Kivar, making his way to his wife. She looked up at him, her eyes full of tears. Kivar meanwhile, was pacing slowly behind them.

“I can still heal her. You two can leave Antar freely. Just tell me where they are.” Kivar said.

Rein put his hand on her wound. He had no strength to heal her himself, he was worn out from fighting Kivar earlier to provide a distraction so Zan and the others could get out. He could feel her blood pouring out, soaking her white gown. Her green blood. He had no choice. He couldn’t just . . . let her die. She was the love of his life, his Soulmate. He silently prayed to the Granolith that Kivar would stay true to his words and that Zan and the others were already long gone.

Rein raised his blood soaked hand to eye level. “Ok. But you have to let us go.”

“Of course.” Kivar said quickly. A little too quickly.

“They’re in the . . . ” Rein paused.

Wait. The blood on his hands was . . . green. Katima was dressed in white. He glanced back at his wife, peering in her eyes. Those were not her eyes. Her eyes were much bluer than that. They were like his family color. As if her eyes had been made to match him. He looked at his robe then. No, those were not her eyes. And Katima would never wear white. Her family color was purple. And the people of Nedani, which was her home planet had purple blood as well. This was not his Katima.

“You have reached an all time low this time, Kivar.” Rein said, standing to face him.

Who ever Kivar had appointed to shape-shift into Katima died then, turning into their natural form, then into dust. Rein was distracted by the whooshing sound. He glanced at the body as it turned to a pile of dust. And when he turned back, Kivar slammed the dagger into him. Rein fell to the ground, pain flashing into his body. Kivar yanked the dagger back as he fell, then dropped it on the ground next to Rein.

“Fine. I can find them myself.” Kivar said, turning and walking away.

His guards followed him, leaving Rein there to die. He could feel his own red blood leaving his body and forming a pool around him. Everything got fuzzy and he felt very cold. And with his last breath, he prayed that Katima was be safe and that they would meet again in the afterlife.

Rein’s new incarnation shot up straight in bed as he died in the dream. He could feel the pain in his abdomen. It wasn’t pleasant. He put his hand over the center of his pain, and felt something there. He pulled his hand away and inspected it. It looked a lot like . . . blood. But that wasn’t possible. He turned his bed side light on. God it was blood. He took a deep breath, trying not to panic. It was obviously from the dream. The dream had seemed really . . . well . . . real. Maybe a little too real.

The boy watched, shocked, as the stab wound healed itself. What the hell was going on? Who was this Rein guy, and why did he look like him? And Katima. Who was she? And why did she look a lot like Liz Parker?!

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Liz shot up in her bed at the same instant. What was this pain? She put her hand over her stomach, where the pain was, and felt something sticky. She reached out with her other hand, turning the light on. She was immediately greeted by the sight of a stab wound on her stomach.

“Uh . . . Ka . . . Katana!” She stammered, shaking the sleeping girl next to her.

“Huh? What’s that smell?” Katana muttered.

She sat up and looked around the room. Her gaze finally fell on a very panicked Liz, who had . . . an open wound on her stomach.