Made For You
By Magikhands


Category: UC & CC
Rating: R for now to be safe (Most likely NC-17 later on)
Disclaimer: I own none of the Characters here, they belong to anyone associated to Roswell (I guess)...I own nothing but the idea of this story, just borrowing the characters

Summary: I really hate this part. Let's see, Max, Michael, Tess and Isabel grow up in Roswell and finally go home to Antar but what they find there is not what was expected...That's it, you'll just have to read to find out more. Enjoy

 

Thanks to Yelsir for the banner!!

 

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Chapter 1

 

He looked around the small, sterile, white room he was in and wondered why he wasn’t at home in his safe, comfortable room, sleeping in his warm bed.  Looking across the room he felt a small amount of comfort seeing his best friend sitting much like he was, back against a wall, knees drawn up, arms resting on them.  They both wore white scrub pants, their chests bare.

 

Michael looked up and silently communicated his understanding, telling him that this was not his fault.  They had all made this decision.  Max was glad that their connection had not been severed.  He had to hope that their captures did not know about it. It was the only thing keeping him sane at that moment.

 

Max thought back on how they had come to this place and time and blamed himself.  The others looked to him for answers and guidance. Had always been that way.  He felt responsible for them.  They were his family. 

 

He, Michael, Tess and Isabel had emerged from their pods about 13 years before, near Roswell , New Mexico .  They emerged looking to be about six years of age not knowing who or where they were.  He and Isabel came out first and wandered out of the cave that held their pods. They were found walking together by Diane and Phillip Evans who quickly adopted the two abandoned children.  Michael was found next and taken to Child Services.  His foster father, Hank Guerin took him into his home and gave him a name but soon became an alcoholic and abusive after his wife died.  Tess was found last who was also taken to Child Services and was quickly adopted by Ed and Tammy Harding.  The couple soon divorced leaving Ed to raise Tess alone. Tess was found herself in the hands of babysitters a lot because Ed was gone because of his government job.

 

The four found each other when they all started the second grade.  Since then, they have been almost inseparable.  They sensed that they were different from the beginning and kept no close ties except with each other. By the age of 9, they began to develop their abilities that they knew that others could not do. They each had had unique gifts but also many that they shared.

 

The four swore never to tell anyone their secret including their parents for safety. Living in Roswell , the alien capital of the world, they heard about what was done to the supposed aliens in the crash of ’47. That pact kept until they were 16.  There was a vehicle accident and Diane was severely injured.  Max was distraught and could feel that Diane was going to die before help could arrive. He healed her just as the Sheriff, Jim Valenti, came upon the scene.  The three adults were shocked at what they’d seen and experienced but said nothing at the time seeing the fear in Max and Isabel.

 

Sheriff Valenti drove the Evans home and stayed wanting answers to what he’d seen Max do.  He could see the terror that etched Max’s face but with Isabel’s urging he finally told the three adults about Isabel, Michael, Tess and himself. The Evans took it surprisingly well and immediately regretted not finding Michael and Tess as well.  Though the two had always been around, the Evans now made sure that Michael and Tess were more included in their family, feeling that they were.

 

It was the Sheriff that shocked the kids most by immediately protecting the four teens and taking them under his wing.  Especially Tess. He felt drawn to her.  He knew that her father was gone for long periods of time, leaving her to fend for herself or staying with the Evans.  He never liked the thought of her by herself so he always looked out for her in the background through the years. Unknown to them, Valenti had been watching the four for many years, sensing something different about them.  They were four children found in the desert close to the same time, in the same condition and could not remember anything before being found then had to be taught everything much like an infant.

 

When the four teens turned 18 they began having dreams.  These dreams gave them information on who they were, where they were from.  They learned that Max was a King, married to Tess.  Michael was a General, Max’s second, and married to Isabel. With the memories of a past life, they knew that it would not be so in this life.  They each felt as if they had someone out there waiting for them somewhere. Someone they were made for. Eventually they found the pod chamber and Granilith along with their way back to Antar, where they had been born then engineered.

 

After many argument and deliberations, the four decided to finally travel to Antar for answers.  They were 19 and knew that they would never be able to go forward in life without finding out their complete past and why they were sent to Earth.  The Evans and Valenti did not want them to go but supported their decision, knowing that it was a difficult one. The four grieved the day they entered the Granolith, not knowing if they’d ever see their families or Earth again.

 

Max remembered that within moments of arriving on Antar, deep in the woods, they had been captured.  Each of them had fought back but their powers drained quickly and were soon overtaken.  Once they reached what looked to be a palace they were separated.  He and Michael in this small, white room and Isabel and Tess taken elsewhere.  He could feel them, that they were well but with the distance between them, he was unable to communicate directly with them.

 

Max again looked around the room, his eyes landing on the door.  They did not really know how long they’d been in there.  There were no windows in the room so no way to track the day and night.  He estimated about three days.  The only people they had seen since being placed in the room were ones wearing medical garments.  He and Michael had received three shots that had suppressed their powers and made them weak.  During that time, they had been given little to eat and tests were done on them. Michael fought each time the medical people came in but they had powers and strength, enabling them to hold them down with little effort.  Still, Michael was persistent.  Max tried to intervene but found himself thrown against a wall or pinned to the floor for his efforts.

 

. The first day was the hardest for them.  They were each held to a table with the use of powers and the medical people poked and prodded them in every imaginable place causing pain and discomfort they never imagined. Samples of skin, hair and blood were taken.  They had even had semen drawn from the bodies to be tested. He and Michael were helpless and could nothing but try to keep their sanity hoping the girls were not experiencing the same.  But through Max’s connection, they knew that they were.

 

The door to the room opened and both Michael and Max looked up from their positions expecting to see another team of medical personnel for more agonizing tests.  What they saw was a petite brunette enter the room and stand just inside the door looking down at the two.

 

“So this is what has become of the great King Zan and his mighty commander Rath.  Two weak hybrids.”

 

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On the first day of their capture, Isabel and Tess were treated much the same as Michael and Max. They were held to a table with nothing but a sheet over them while tests were performed and samples taken.  After that they were taken to another room, one that was not sterile white but painted a pastel blue and housed a large bed for them to share.  There was also a small bathroom that they were able to shower in.  They were given the same injections that repressed their powers leaving them with a weak feeling. They had been given scrubs to wear and were left alone except for the visits from the medical personnel doing more tests. They could feel Max and Michael through their connection but it was weak but at least they knew that they were alive.

 

After the third injection their door opened and a young, blue eyed, brown haired man walked in.

 

“Queen Ava. Princess Vilandra.”  He said walking into the room watching as the two women moved closer to each other on the bed.

 

“Who are you?  What do you want from us?”  Tess asked trying to keep her voice steady.  She knew that they needed to keep a clear head if they were going to find out any information but her insides were quaking from fear.  This was the first time anyone had spoken to them and she wanted answers and she knew this man had them.  She squared her shoulders and sat straighter, looking him in the eye.  Those soft yet intense blue eyes.  “Why are you keeping us here and doing these things to us?  What did we ever do to you?”

 

He looked at the women before him.  His job here was sensitive. He looked to Vilandra and saw that she was an emotional time bomb just waiting to explode. The medical staff was complaining about her aggressiveness and violent outbursts.  He turned his attention to Ava who sat straight and kept eye contact with him, icy blue eyes that demanded answers.

 

“My name is Kyle.  I know that you are confused and scared but all of your answers will eventually be answered.  The injections you have been receiving are for your protection.  I am here to suggest that you not fight it or the people administering the tests.  They are just doing their jobs.”  He said eyeing the various bruises that covered the girl’s arms.

 

“What do you mean for our protection?”  Isabel finally found her voice though it was shaky.

 

“Your powers are weak.  Though your bodies are matured, your powers are on the level of a 9 year old.  We know that you will try to escape using them and to use them against anyone here would be suicide.  You are wanted alive and unharmed.”

 

“But…” Isabel started but Kyle quickly cut her off.

 

“Our intentions will be revealed soon.  Until then just stay put and don’t cause any more problems” Kyle turned to leave when Tess’s voice stopped him.

 

“What about Max and Michael?  Where are they?  Are they OK?”

 

Kyle didn’t understand where the sudden tightening of his stomach came from when he heard Ava mention the King’s Earthly name.  Kyle continued out the door without looking back leaving them with “They are fine.”

 

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Michael and Max stood and looked down at the petite girl.  She was young about their age. Her long brown hair flowed loosely around her shoulders.  Her large brown eyes were intense and somewhat hardened.  Michael approached her firing questions.

 

“Who the hell are you?  Where are Isabel and Tess?  Why are you holding us here?  What do you want?”

 

Liz looked at Max but raised her hand to the one coming at her.  Michael suddenly flew back to the wall slamming hard into it, knocking the breath out of him and he slid to the floor.

 

“I see he still has Rath’s temper but Rath always kept it under control.”

 

Max wanted to go to his friend but he was unsure that if he moved, would she do the same to him? He’d had enough of being thrown around. Unlike Michael he’d learned not to mess with these people. But he needed some answers. He could feel the immense power flowing form this small woman. “Who are you?” he asked through clenched teeth, holding his anger in check.

 

She turned to Michael who was once more on his feet and headed toward her again, his anger evident on his face.

 

“Stop.” She commanded.  Michael’s feet froze to the floor and he was unable to move.  He looked at her and started a string of cursing, directed at her.

 

“Michael!” Max barked getting his friend’s attention.  With one look Michael closed his mouth and scowled at the woman.  Max looked back at her, waiting for an answer.

 

“Impressive.”  She said looking him up and down.  She could not help the appreciation she felt for the beauty of his body and handsome face but when she turned her attention to the Commander, a fire ignited deep in her stomach warming her body.  She forced her eyes back to Zan.  “My name is Liz.”

 

“What do you want from us?”

 

“That right now is a complicated question.  Just know that if you were not important, you would already be dead.”  She eyed them both. Her voice was harsh with a hint of contempt.  “I’ve come to tell you to stop fighting with everyone who enters.  You are needed unharmed and you need not be hurt more than you already are.”  She indicated the bruising that littered their exposed upper bodies.

 

“This is bullshit.  You can’t keep us here and experiment on us.”  Michael practically shouted.  He’d always feared what would happen if they were found out on Earth.  Now they finally get to where they come from only to find that his nightmares are coming true.

 

Liz approached Michael and looked up in his eyes.  She sensed fear under the anger.  “You made the choice to come back here. You could have easily lived out the rest of your lives on Earth.”  Liz knew that Khivar had planned to get the Royal Four within a couple of years but they did not need to know that.  Maybe on Earth they could have had a chance.  “I just don’t want you getting hurt any more than necessary.”  Her voice became softer with the last sentence.  She reached up and her fingers touched a bruise on his cheek meaning to heal it.

 

Flash**

 

*She saw a small boy hiding from someone.  Someone calling his Earth name.  Fear tore through his body, freezing him in place.

 

*She felt his fear of being poked, prodded and cut open and seeing his family treated the same.

 

*She watched as he kissed Vilandra and felt the confusion of emotions.

End Flash**

 

Liz was not the only one to see things with her touch.

 

Flash**

 

*He saw her as a teenager, walking alone, feeling alone, with the weight of the world resting on her shoulders.

 

*He felt her fear that lingered beneath her hard, controlling appearance.  Fear for herself, her family, and…them.

End Flash**

 

Liz jerked her hand away from his face, the bruise healed.  Before he could say anything she turned and fled the room.

 

Max had stood quietly and watched Liz and Michael’s interaction. He knew something had happened between the two though she only touched Michael for a second.  When the door closed he felt the hold she had on Michael release and watched as he went back to a corner and sunk to the floor.

 

“What happened Michael?”  Max asked sitting next to his friend.

 

Michael shook his head.  “I don’t know.  But I do know that we are not going to like the reason we’re here.”  He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes knowing that Max was watching him, trying to figure out what went on between him and Liz.  He ignored Max and tried to process the images he’d seen and the feelings he felt.

 

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When Liz got out of the room she released the breath she’d been holding and gasped for air to fill her lungs.

 

“Liz.  Are you OK? What happened in there?” a voice sounded behind her.

 

Liz looked back and saw her friend.  “I need some air.  Let’s go for a walk. There are some things that need to be changed.”

 

“Khivar said no changes.”

 

“I know but there has to be if this is going to work.”

 

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Chapter 2

 

Isabel paced the room only to stop to occasionally pound on the door screaming.  Tess sat on the bed and just watched Isabel’s tirade.  She knew that Isabel was past the scared, crying part, she was now pissed and Tess knew that an angry Isabel was not a good thing.  They now had been given five injections and she figured they’d been here five days.  Isabel was getting more restless and sometimes very aggressive as time passed. She was not one to stay in a confined area for long.  None of them were really.  It all went back to the thoughts of what would happen to them if their secret was ever exposed on Earth. They had seen no one but more medical people since Kyle left two days ago and both she and Isabel were on the verge of a breakdown.

 

The door suddenly opened and Isabel lunged for whoever was coming through before Tess could stop her.  With a flick of the wrist he sent Isabel reeling back to land on her bottom.  Tess ran to her and helped her up.  With a frustrated yell, Isabel shook Tess off and lunged again at the person who had just entered the room.

 

“Stop.” He commanded. Isabel did just that and was stunned that her body would not move.  She looked up and glared at the dark haired man that stood at the doorway.

 

“Where are Max and Michael?  I demand to see my brothers!” Isabel started yelling.  Her voice was hoarse from its use.

 

“Isabel.”  He said softly but she continued her ranting not hearing him.  He tried again but she did not listen.  “Enough!” he yelled.

 

Getting Isabel’s attention she shut her mouth and closed her eyes expecting him to throw her back again.

 

“Isabel” he said softly.  He really hated yelling but she would not shut up.

 

She opened her eyes surprised.  Besides Tess, he was the only one who had used what she thought of as her real name. The medical personnel had always called her Vilondra and she hated that name.

 

“My name is Alex and I will take you to your brothers but you have to do something for me.”

 

Isabel eyed him wearily not knowing if she should trust him.  Her eyes locked with his and suddenly she felt light headed, a little off balance.  “What?”

 

“Stop attacking everyone who comes through this door.  People are getting hurt but you are taking the brunt of it.”

 

“But…”

 

“Iz.” Tess warned.

 

Isabel hung her head in defeat.  “Fine but I want to see them now.”

 

“Of course.” Alex said and looked at Tess who had stood next to Isabel and watched their interaction with interest.  From his observation of the two sets of hybrids he was glad that there was one that was calm and level headed in each group.  He wondered how it was that they were never discovered on Earth.  Alex motioned for two men to enter and each took one by the arm. 

 

“Don’t touch me.” Isabel grounded out, jerking her arm away.

 

“Isabel.”  Alex said calmly.  “If you want to see Max and Michael, this is necessary.”

 

Isabel sighed and allowed the man to take her arm again and lead her out the door.  They were led down a series of hallways until they came to a door where a guard had just stepped out of a room.  Tess and Isabel knew that Max and Michael were behind the door.  Their connection was strong once more.

 

“Are they ready?”  Alex asked the guard.

 

The guard wiped the sweat from his brow.  “Yes sir.  Take a look.”

 

Alex looked at the monitor by the door and saw that two men.  He could not help but chuckle.  “I see that you are not the only one who’s been giving us trouble.” He turned to Isabel who blushed.

 

Alex opened the door and let Isabel and Tess enter the white room.  As soon as the door closed behind them, the hold that held Michael and Max against the wall dropped.  Isabel rushed to Max and embraced him before he could stand on his feet.  Tess went to Michael and helped him up.  The four then embraced making sure that everyone was alright.  They then sat together huddled on the floor making sure that they were touching the person next to them.

 

“Max why is this happening?  What did we do so wrong?  We just came here to find out who we were.” Isabel asked.

 

“I don’t think we did anything wrong but who we are or at least were. I think coming back here may have been a mistake.” Max answered his sister.  He reached out and took her hand trying to comfort her. He could feel her fear and her Ice Princess façade was long gone. “They want something from us but I don’t know what.”

 

“So what?  We wait until they get what they want then kill us?  I don’t think so Maxwell. We need to do something.”  Michael said.  He wanted to get up and pace, maybe punch a wall but he knew that Isabel and Tess needed his comfort as much as he needed theirs.

 

“I’m not saying that but we do need to find out what they want.  Apparently we are important to whoever is holding us but we need some information before we act on anything.” Max tried to keep his head clear and calm.  Panic would not help them.

 

“I agree with Max.  I don’t get a sense of hostility or hatred from Kyle or Alex.”

 

“Who?” Max and Michael asked together.

 

They spent the next half hour exchanging information that they were told by their ‘visitors’ and tried brain storming, trying to put the pieces together.  During this time they were oblivious to the four sets of eyes they watched their interaction carefully.

 

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Chapter 3

 

The door suddenly opened and the group jumped to their feet.  Kyle entered and Michael immediately charged him.  Max tried to hold him off but Michael had moved too fast.

 

“Michael, don’t.”  Tess called out but too late.

 

With a flick of the wrist, much like what Alex had done, both Michael and Max were pinned to the wall once more by an unseen power that filled the room. Isabel took a step toward Kyle anger flared in her eyes but Tess anticipated it and stopped her.

 

“Isabel. No.  This doesn’t help things.” They both looked back at Michael who was struggling to free himself and Max who stayed still, his body rigid.  They could see the anger burning in his eyes and how his jaw clenched knowing that if he could, Kyle would probably be dead now.

 

Kyle watched the interaction between the two women, fascinated with the smaller blonde. He noticed how she looked to the would-be King and his stomach tightened again.  “It’s time to go.” His voice came out harsher than he intended.

 

“We don’t want to yet.” Tess said meeting his gaze.

 

Kyle looked at the small group and sensed their fear and the dread of separation again.  He could understand how they felt.  “It’s just until your more permanent quarters are ready.” His voice softened.  “Another day or so.  I promise, then you will be together again.” Kyle said keeping his gaze steady.

 

Tess nodded and looked once more at Max.

 

‘It’s alright. Go. I’ll deal with Michael.’ Max said through their connection. He swore to himself that if this man harmed either one of them, he’d kill him personally, powers or no powers.

 

Tess nodded and took Isabel’s arms, dragging her out of the door behind Kyle.

 

While Kyle was in the room, no one noticed the blonde who stood behind him. It was not until he left with the girls that she was seen.

 

“Welcome to my hell.” She mumbled approaching them.

 

“Who are you?” Michael barked.  He was beyond agitated. All he wanted to do was hit someone.  Let someone else feel pain.  And he was also tired of being slammed against the walls and floor.

 

Max looked at his friend. ‘If you’d calm down and quit attacking people, maybe you’d save yourself and me some pain and bruises.’

 

The girl looked at Max suddenly, surprise flickered on her face.  She’d just heard what he’d said to the Commander through their connection. ‘How is that possible?’ she asked herself.

 

Max’s head swung to the girl. Did he just hear her in his head?

 

Michael sighed knowing that Max was right but he couldn’t help it.  He felt like a caged animal.  “Helloooo.  Blondie!  I asked a question.”

 

She looked from Max to Michael then back to Max.  She’d never experienced anything like that before but for now she pushed it aside.  She was there for a reason.

 

“My name is Maria.”  As she went closer to Michael she could see that his body was rigid as he still fought the power that held him to the wall.  She had to wonder if he’d ever give up.

 

‘Not Michael.’ She heard in her head.  She gave no indication that she’d heard him and continued to assess the man in front of her.  “Michael, correct? Don’t look much like a Commander to me.” Her voice held a taunting tone.

 

“Let me have my powers back and I’ll show you a Commander.” 

 

Maria laughed.  “I’ve seen your blasts.  Five year olds are stronger and more accurate than you.”

 

This pissed off Michael and he began physically struggling again and throwing out curse words at her. Max could see that her eyes narrowed at Michael and saw a shimmer that encased Michael’s body.  Through his connection he could feel the pressure put on Michael’s body, slowly becoming more, pushing the air from his lungs.

 

“Michael!” Max barked getting his attention.  “That’s enough.”  He said in a quieter but firm voice.  When Michael stopped moving, the pressure released.

 

Maria walked to stand in front of Max.  “That sounded a lot like King Zan.”

 

“Max.” he said getting his first look at her soft, glimmering green eyes.

 

“Hmmm?” she asked, feeling drawn into his golden depths.

 

“My name is Max, not Zan.”

 

Maria shook off the lightheadedness and got back to reality.  “Right. Max.” She repeated as if trying out the name. She looked at both men then walked out of the room.  As soon as the door closed behind her, the hold on Max and Michael released and they both dropped to the ground.

 

“This is total bull Maxwell.”  Michael was still catching his breath from the pressure that had been applied to his chest but he wanted Max to know what was on his mind.  “We should…”

 

“Not now Michael.”  Max interrupted.  He crawled over to a corner, his body feeling every bruise that littered his body, trying to sort out what just happened.  He’d heard Maria’s thoughts, felt her confusion as she looked into his eyes.  He’d only been able to do that with Michael, Tess, and Isabel.  Was she like them, a hybrid?  What about Liz and the others, Kyle and Alex?

 

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Chapter 4

 

Another injection and a few more less evasive tests later Liz and Maria entered the room.  Michael had finally calmed down enough to quit attacking everyone who entered the room thanks to Max having to constantly calm him through their connection.

 

“Moving day.”  Maria announced brightly as she looked at the two guys sitting next to each other against a wall.

 

“Where are we going?”  Max asked.

 

“To more suitable quarters.  Bigger, with windows, and fresh air.  Let’s go.”  Liz said turning to leave.  When she saw that they did not follow, she turned back and looked at them.  “Don’t you want to get out of this room?”

 

“Yes but how can we trust you?”  Michael glared at her.  His mind was still confused at the images he saw and the emotions he felt from her. Since she first touched him, he felt drawn to her. She seemed to calm him with her presence.

 

“You don’t have a choice really. Now, get up and follow me.”  Liz said firmly making sure her eyes locked with each one.

 

Feeling much like puppets, Michael and Max both rose from the floor and walked out of the room following Liz, Maria following behind them.  The guys had no control over their bodies as they followed Liz down a series of halls.

 

“How did you do that?”  Max asked finally giving up the fight against his body.

 

“It’s genetic encoding.”  Liz said as if it was everyday knowledge.

 

“Genetic encoding?”  What exactly did she mean? How did she know?  Were all Antarians like that? He hated knowing so little about who they were.

 

Liz sighed having little patience for questions.  She’d not slept well the night before and Khivar was not happy with her.

 

Flashback

 

Liz stood in front of Khivar’s desk waiting for him to acknowledge her presence. 

 

“You have progress?”  He asked without looking up.

 

“No sir.”  Liz said and steeled herself for his reaction.  “We need to make a couple of changes.”

 

Khivar looked up at Liz then.  “Changes?  No, we stay with my plan.”

 

“It won’t work.”

 

Khivar eyed the young girl. He had always admired her courage to speak her mind to him.  “What do you propose?”

 

“Maria and I need to switch subjects.”

 

“Absolutely not.  I want the leaders together.”

 

“I know that but it won’t work.  We don’t match.”

 

“What happened?”  Khivar trusted Liz’s intuition.  She’s never led him wrong, especially concerning the Royal Four.

 

“When I’m near Zan, I admit that there’s a connection but it’s weak and forced. It takes work.  But with Rath, it’s immediate and strong.”

 

“What about Maria?  What does she think?”

 

“She agrees with me.  She feels a stronger connection to Zan than Rath.  In fact she and Rath don’t seem to get along all that well right now.”

 

Khivar rubbed his chin in thought.  “Zan is too serious.  Maria is so…not serious.”

 

“Exactly.  They will balance each other as will Rath and I.”

 

Khivar took a deep breath. “Alright Liz.  What else?”

 

Liz fought the urge to shift from one foot to another.  She’d never shown her unease before, she would not start now.  “We have to tell them.  They need to know their purpose here.”

 

Khivar stood and paced a little before coming before her.  He looked down at her. “Why?”

 

“From what I have observed and my interaction with Rath and Zan, I have found that they are scared and want answers.  Who they are, why they were sent to Earth, why we are holding them here and doing tests on them.  Not getting any answers is making them uncooperative.  They only came back here to find answers.  They are smarter than you give them credit for.  If we keep this from them, it makes it harder for us to do what we must and you know that we cannot force them to get results.  Plus they will eventually figure it all out then all of our work would be for nothing. If they know who they are and why we want them here from the beginning we can work out the kinks early, gain their trust and eventually do what is best for their people.”

 

“How can you be certain?”

 

Liz looked Khivar in the eyes.  “I can’t be certain about any of this but I just sense that this would be the right approach for the best results.”

 

Khivar paced for another moment letting her words roll through his mind.  He trusted her instincts.  The hybrids could not be forced or he would get no results.  He turned to the large window behind his desk and sighed.  “Alright.  Do what you need to do, just keep me posted with daily reports.”

 

“Yes, your Majesty.”  Liz said and left the room to meet with the others.

End Flashback

 

 

“Yes” she answered. “The scientist who engineered you placed inside of your DNA a genetic mechanism that makes you follow orders from certain people.  Antarians have used this technology on Protectors for Royalty for hundreds of years.”

 

“So who is it that could order us like that?  Obviously you.”  Michael was curious at who he would have no choice but to do as they say.  He did not like this at all.  If they were Royalty, why would the scientists do that to them?

“Just the four of us.  Maria, Alex, Kyle and I.”

 

“Why just you four?  Why are you special?”

 

“No one knows.”

 

“What do you mean no one knows?  You apparently know.  Why don’t they ask the ones that made us?”  Michael demanded, his agitation rising again.

 

Liz sighed.  “Enough.  No more questions right now.  We’ll explain everything later tonight.”

 

They stopped in front of a door; Maria reached around them and opened it while Liz led the way in.  They stepped into a large round room.  It consisted of a kitchen area, dining area with a large round table and chairs, then an area with a couple of couches.  It was decorated in light colors and brightly lit.  In the center of the ceiling was a big glass roof that allowed natural sunlight to enter along with giving them a view of the stars at night.  At equal intervals around the living area were four doorways that led into private rooms.  Beside each opening was a control panel and one of the hybrids’ names.

 

Isabel and Tess entered the room followed by Alex and Kyle.  The girls immediately embraced Max and Michael while Kyle and Alex joined Maria and Liz.  The two sets of four looked at each other, sizing up the other group. This was the first time the eight were together. Max felt something shift in the room. He wasn’t sure what it was or if it was good for them but he knew that these four would be forever linked to him and his family. Liz looked at the hybrids and her stomach clinched feeling that things would not happen as Khivar planned.

 

“What is this place?”  Isabel asked.

 

“This is your new quarters.  Each one of you has your own room.  The doors inside the rooms lead to the outside but do not try to use them.  They will only open to one of us.”  Liz informed them.  “For now, I need you to each go to your room.”  Her voice and expression was soft and kind but the tone carried an order that the hybrids could not ignore.  Once each was in their assigned room, a shield came up over the entrance as Liz or one of the others placed their hand on the control panel.  Once everything was set, they left the hybrids.

 

Tess lightly touched the shield and jerked her hand back quickly as a shock ran through her hand.  “Guys, don’t touch the shields.  They shock.”  She warned knowing that Michael or Isabel would try something.

 

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Part 5

Sometime later two medical personnel entered the large living space followed by Liz and the others.  Each stood by a door of a hybrid and watched the team set up a table and some equipment.

                                        

‘Maria?’

Maria was surprised to Max’s voice inside her mind and swung her head to where he stood near the shield.  Her green eyes met his amber.  She quickly looked back at the medical team trying to ignore what she’d just felt.

 

‘Maria, what are they going to do to us?’ Max calmly asked.  His suspicion of their connection was confirmed when she had turned and looked at him and their eyes met.  He was a little taken back by the feeling that ran through him.

 

Maria paused a moment deciding if she should tell him. ‘They are going to implant a chip in each of you so that we can control your powers.’

 

She was met with silence.  No more questions, no protests.  She took this as his acceptance of what she told him.

 

When the team finished, one looked to Liz.  “Who is first?”

 

“I say the fearless King is first.”  Kyle said quickly.  He’d been watching Tess and hated how she kept looking to Max for comfort or approval.  Jealousy seeped into his veins.

 

Liz nodded to Maria who lowered Max’s shield.  She took his hand and was glad that he did not pull away or protest.  In fact the warmth from his hand ran up her arm and left her a little lightheaded.  She led him to the table and had him lie face down on the table.

 

Max took several deep breaths unsure exactly what was going to happen but felt that he could trust Maria and not be harmed.  Suddenly he felt a sharp pinch in the back of his neck.  He stiffened and a small yelp escaped as the pain intensified for just a second before it backed off.  He felt lightheaded and the other’s voices filled his head asking if he was alright.  The voices were loud and left his head aching but the one that he felt the most was Maria’s.  He could feel her distress.  With much effort he pushed out all the noise.

 

‘I’m fine.’ He sent out to the four of them.  He could feel Maria’s distress calm as she soothed him mentally.

 

Max was grateful for Maria’s assistance off the table then her support as she took him to a couch.  He still felt lightheaded and weak, the headache still strong.

 

Alex opened Isabel’s door next but she had taken several steps back from the shield and just stood there shaking her head, looking ready to flee at the first chance.

 

“No. You are not going to do that to me.  What did they do?  No more.  I’m tired of all of this.”  She started to yell, her voice getting higher with each word as she began to panic.

 

Max felt every word she said pound against his head making the pain worse.  He lifted his head form his hands and looked to where Isabel stood.

 

“Isabel!” he barked wincing at the pain his words brought. “Just do it.” He said softer, pleading with his sister.  He didn’t want anymore harm to come to any of them knowing that they would force her to do this anyhow.

 

“Isabel.”  Alex called to her softly, holding out a hand to her.

 

She looked into his soft blue eyes.  She could sense his caring and kindness and could tell that he was a good guy but she had trouble trusting her feelings with the predicament they were in.  Seeing no way around it she finally took Alex’s hand and let him lead her to the table.

 

After Isabel’s chip was inserted, Michael was next.  His face wore a scowl but said nothing as Liz led him to the table.  Tess was last.  On the outside, she looked calm and showed no fear but inside her stomach churned and was upset.  She looked to Max several times for the encouragement and comfort he sent to her.  Max in turn ignored the heated glare Kyle gave him, concentrating on his family.

 

When the four hybrids each had the chips in place, the medical personnel started packing their equipment.  Max looked at his family and noticed how each had one of these strangers hovered near them as Maria was doing with him.  He had to wonder the significance of it. Once the medical team left, Liz and the others took the chairs from the kitchen and sat them near the couches.

 

“I think it is time for us to talk.”  Liz started, suddenly feeling nervous as four sets of eyes turned on her. “You four are here and alive for an important purpose.”

 

Suddenly Isabel rose with her hand covering her mouth.  “Oh god.  I’m going to be sick.” She mumbled and rushed to the kitchen sink to vomit.  Alex was right behind her, grabbing a towel to attend her. Max and Michael stood also to go after her but abruptly sat back down as nausea and dizziness overtook them.

 

Liz watched as their faces turned pale, fighting the side effects of the chip placement. She wanted so badly to feel nothing for these four.  It was because of them that she was taken from her parents, family, her real home but she had observed the love and caring that they held for one another knowing that the two groups were more alike than she’d first thought.

 

Liz rose and went to Michael who sat, taking deep breaths, his eyes closed, trying to calm the revolt his stomach was creating.  She placed her hand on his neck, the connection immediately flared to life.

 

Flash**

She watched a frustrated Michael running through a worn down, dirty trailer park late at night.  He looked to be 13 years old.  Tears streamed down his face, glass shattering as he passed by some cars.  She could feel his anger, frustration, hurt and loneliness.  The emotions overwhelmed her, making her gasp.

End Flash**

 

Michael’s breath caught as he felt her warm energy rush through his body.

 

Flash**