Author: Aleah
Rating: PG
Summary: Almost everyone dies.  Kyle POV.  There's a chance it sucks or that it doesn't all tie together, but be gentle, it's almost midnight.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Roswell except this seperate reality I build where Tess isn't evil and never left Earth.  The rest I made up as I went along.
Category: AU, Kyle
Improv: Unhappy Ending
Author's Note: Well, I've been waiting for something like this because I love writing unhappy stuff.  Thank you.
Spoilers: I Married An Alien and Panaeca, but NOT Chant Down Babylon.  Max has to stay dead for this story to work.  Sorry.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

That's all I know.  It wasn't supposed to be like this.

God knows I was never supposed to be the only one left.

But that doesn't exactly tell you what happened, now does it?

First up: Alex.  Really great guy who I never got to know as well as I should have.  We had just started to be friends when it happened.  Stupid car accident.  Typical.  More people die that way than from old age these days. 
Why are there so many reckless drivers in the world?  I actually used to be one of them.  I don't even own a car anymore.  I don't trust myself driving.

Second: Max.  Almost a year later.  I could never stand him.  I regret that so much.  Looking back now, I see that he wasn't so bad.  Just a kid who was trying to figure out where he fit in in the world.  Only difference is, it
was a world he didn't belong to.  Probably just made it that much harder for him.  I resented him because he seemed to have so much more than I did.  I wish I hadn't now.  The way he died is terrible.  He was forced to heal some old guy at Metachem, where Michael was working as a security guard.  The effects of trying to heal old age killed him.  Started a fire.  Michael, Isabel, and my father were caught in it. 

Max's body turned to dust.

I try not to dwell on it.

The third one was another car accident.  Ten years later.  This one was bigger.  Michael, Maria, Maria's mother, and my father all died, as well as Maria's unborn child.  It was a boy.  At least, that's what the autopsy said.
I guess the baby was too underdeveloped for the guys at the hospitals to tell it's father's origins.  Thank God Tess was there.  She used her mindwarping power to convince them not to do an autopsy of Michael's body.  I
don't like to think about what could have happened if she hadn't been there.  Maria and Michael's children would have been taken in and examined by the FBI...........I try not to dwell on that either.

So anyway, I'm a twenty-nine-year-old single guy helping to raise an alien child, three half-alien children, and two human children.  Then it happens again.

Liz.  She didn't die in a car accident.  She died in childbirth.  She ended up marrying some guy she met at Harvard, Keith Garrison.  He never understood why she wanted to name her daughter Ava.  Neither did any of the rest of us, but for different reasons. 

Isabel and Jesse.  It turned out that they didn't get rid of Jesse's reporter friend as well as they thought.  It also turned out that he really believed his accusations about Max, Michael, and Isabel being aliens.  It also turned
out that Nasado never really destroyed the files the Special Unit kept on Max, only hid them.  Well, I'm sure you can figure it out from there.  With Isabel being the only one of the suspected three still alive, the FBI took
her in and examined her.  Me, Tess, and Jesse managed to free her.  Jesse died on the way out.  Isabel died when we got her back to her house.  It appeared they'd injected her with something that slowly disintegrated her
organs.  The next day they came for the Ramirez children -- and the Guerin children.   And Max and Tess' son.  We managed to get away.  Only Diane, Isabel and Jesse's oldest child, was taken.  We grieved, but we couldn't stop
running.

It's been ten years since then.  I try not to dwell on that either.

So in the end -- or what I thought was the end -- it was just me, Tess, Josh Evans, Alex, Julianna, and Gregory Ramirez, Jimmy and Nicole Deluca-Valenti, and Amy, Charles, and Laurie Deluca-Guerin.  Running from the FBI.  Two
adults, nine kids.  Not exactly balanced.  Then we stumbled upon the most unexpected thing on a random street in New York one day.  We'd come trying to find Ava, Tess' double, knowing that she could help us.  Instead, we found Ava Garrison, Liz's legacy.  Who, also unexpectedly, had some powers of her own.  Mainly just astral projection and reading people's minds.  She was seventeen, and she came with us on the run.  It was mainly because she fell in love with Gregory at first sight, I think.  So now we were two adults and ten kids.  Not exactly better.  Until we reached California -- and found the real Ava.  She was married herself with two kids.  Paul and Liz Mason.  Her and her family came on the run with us after Ava realized that since they were on the verge of suspecting Tess as well, they could easily take her instead.  So it became four adults and twelve kids.

Until most of them died in that fire.

All that was left after that were me, Tess, Josh, Amy, Paul, Nicole, Gregory, and Ava.  By that time, six years had passed since Isabel and Jesse's deaths. We went back to Roswell.  We were tired of running.  Tess and I were almost forty years old.  I didn't even have any kids of my own.  We went back to Roswell, and we stayed for almost a year.  Josh and Amy, who were in their late twenties, got married.  Paul and Nicole, who were in their mid-twenties, made plans for their own wedding.  Gregory and Ava, who were both about nineteen, didn't actually do anything yet.

Big mistake.

We were all sitting around the living room in our small one-story house on the outskirts of Roswell, which Tess and I had bought under assumed names the year before.  Maria Evans, Josh and Amy's newborn daughter, had just fallen asleep in her bedroom.  We were watching TV, and we were half-asleep on the couch and the floor.

The gas hit at that moment.

I don't remember how old any of us exactly were, but I remember what I was thinking.  It wasn't anything important.  It was just that Nicole looked so much like me she could have been my daughter and not my sister.  She was sleeping on Paul's chest, her round belly facing the ceiling, and I thought that she looked so much like me she could be my daughter.  And I loved her more than I ever had before.  It's really ironic, because then the gas came.

It was a special gas, made specifically to identify and destroy alien life forms.

I'm the only one who got out alive.

Ava's mistake was that she tried to save Gregory, tried to drag him out of the house with her.  Nicole's mistake was getting pregnant with Paul's baby six months before.  Either way, I'm the only one who got out alive, but I'm
not the only one who got out.  Tess ran with me to the back door and outside. I thought that meant she was going to make it, but she didn't.  She just smiled faintly, leaned over, and kissed me softly on the lips.  Then her body seemed to collapse into itself, and she fell to the ground, and she was gone. Forever.

I couldn't run anymore after that.

After this.

For you see, I'm still sitting on the ground behind that house with Tess' head cradled on my lap, stroking her hair and crying.  I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't care.  It doesn't matter anymore.  I'm alone.

I don't know how it was supposed to be, but I do know one thing.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

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