Author: Linda
E-Mail: [email protected]
Rating: PG-14
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I'm just borrowing 'em. I promise to return them the way I found 'em. ;-)
Summary: Post Heatwave- The six Roswell High kids become closer and realize through good times and bad, that no matter what they go through, it really is, "the six of them against the world". They go to Mexico for winter break, learn more about the aliens they came from, and all with the FBI and a certain sheriff, one step behind them. Or is there was someone closer...
The Six of Us Against the World (Part 24-The Conclusion)
"There are some significant differences between an
alien/human pregnancy and a regular human pregnancy," Jordan
started.
The six exchanged looks, all trying not to worry.
"But the biggest difference is the gestational period,"
Jordan continued, looking around the table at the anxious faces.
"It takes 24 months to have a child," he told them.
"What!" the three girls cried in unison. The guys were
just stunned.
Jordan smiled, and Nadi laughed. "You don't start to show
until you are about 18 months into the pregnancy." Nadi
assured the girls. "And it is no more uncomfortable than a
regular pregnancy and birth." She nodded to ease their
worry.
"Jordan? Is it like that for two aliens? Or is it just
because of the alien/human factor?" Alex asked.
"Aliens have longer gestational periods. It takes 18 months
for our race's gestational period. And since we've been here on
this planet, it has routinely been 24 months for any alien/human
couple."
Max slowly let out his breath. "No more pain than normal
though, right?" Max
asked again. He wanted to make sure.
"Positive," Nadi answered. "I had a child with one
of my own race before I met Jordan. So I know what a regular
human birth is like." Nadi smiled at the young man who
reminded her so much of Jordan at that age.
He met Liz's eyes and then smiled. Liz too was relieved. At least
she and the baby would be okay. Then she turned to Jordan.
"What about the baby? Will it be okay? Will it have powers
like Max,
Michael and Isabel?"
"The baby could have powers or not. The odds are equal. Or
the baby could have some powers but not a lot."
"And will it look like a normal looking baby right from the
first?" Maria couldn't help but ask.
Michael had forgotten to tell Maria about that. He laughed at her
question and she punched him in the arm.
"We always looked like humans. It is one of the many reasons
why we chose this planet to migrate to. The government made up
the small, green looking shaped people with the large head and
eyes, so that if people did believe they had experimented and
killed another life form, that at least if it
looked different, people wouldn't be as upset," Jordan
explained and watched Michael and Maria. They had a lot of
feistiness in them. They will have a fun and interesting life
together, he thought.
"I am sure you have a lot of questions about alien/human
relationships and your genetics overall. Come into the living
room where we can be comfortable and we will talk more,"
Jordan said and stood up once again. He knew he would be seeing
them quite a bit from now on, to answer their many questions. But
at least he could give them the basics tonight.
When the girls started to pick up the dishes to clean away the
table, Jordan stopped them. He waved a hand over the plates and
they were clean. Then he looked at the dishes and they stacked
themselves.
The six teens were amazed. Nadi just smiled.
Maria turned to Michael. "You are SO doing all the cleaning
if we get married. If I have to be pregnant for 2 years, you are
doing the cleaning!" she said.
Michael rolled his eyes, but grinned.
The others all laughed.
Liz finished brushing her teeth, and grabbed her crème and
started her nightly ritual of creaming her face arms and legs
after her shower.
She turned as she felt Max's presence.
He grinned as he leaned in the doorway. She looked so clean and
fresh and Liz. She was wearing a pair of cotton flannel bottoms,
and a tank top, and she couldn't have looked sexier to him.
"I don't know if I will ever get used to you doing that,"
he said in a husky voice.
"What?" Liz asked with a smile, as she continued
rubbing the crème on her arms. She just loved being with Max.
"Getting ready for bed. Everything." He swallowed and
came closer to her. He took the crème out of her hands and held
her. "And I don't want to have to go back to the way things
were before in
Roswell."
Liz eased away from Max, closed the crème, shut the light in the
bathroom and walked to the bed and held out her hand. Max sat on
the end of it with her. "Max. We can't tell anyone I'm
pregnant
yet anyways. It's too soon. At least this way, you and I will get
to finish high school before we have to be too grown up," she
said softly and cupped a hand on his cheek.
"But we have to go back and just be dating. You go home to
your house at night and I have to go back to mine. I want to hold
you at night. Watch the baby grow. Be there for you every
minute." He swallowed.
He looked dejected, with his hands leaning on his thighs and his
head lowered to look at the floor between his legs.
Liz turned his face towards her. "We will be together. We
will see each other every day at school, and we can see each
other after work up until we have to go home at night." She
tried to cheer him up.
"It's not the same. Liz, you're carrying my baby. I think of
you as mine to take care of now," he tried to explain.
Liz's heart melted at his words. She knew what he meant.
"Max, don't you see? Our parents aren't going to be happy
even to hear about me being pregnant in a year, but at least we
have a little bit more time. Time for you to still be a teenager,
and to do teenage things. And me too," she tried to
explain.
Max knew she was worried about the responsibility she would be on
him, and she blamed herself that he would have to grow up faster
than normal. "Liz. I've always been different. Remember?
I've never been your basic 'just have a good time' teen," he
reminded her.
"I know! You have been taking care of Michael and Isabel
since you were six! You need to try to have a little fun, Max,
enjoy being a teen. They are old enough to take care of
themselves now. You can lighten up a little on them, and on
yourself. And now here I am, going to be filling you with even
more responsibilities soon. So let's not rush it okay?" She
swallowed, trying to hold back her tears.
"Liz," Max said softly and cupped her face with both
his hands. "You and the baby will never be a responsibility
that I feel smothered by. You are my life, and always will be. I
think it was meant from the day I met you all those years
ago." He smiled. "And I think I knew it even
then."
Liz's eyes filled with tears at his words, and he gently kissed
her.
"I'll go back tomorrow, and we'll date, and wait to tell our
parents, but whenever I can, we will spend the night together,
even if it's just so I can hold you," he promised.
Liz chuckled. "I guess our windows are going to see a lot of
activity." Then she straightened up and smiled. "And at
least you are no longer a suspect, and the killer is gone. We
will deal with Valenti and the FBI as we have been. They have no
proof and we won't give them any. By the time I start to show in
my pregnancy, we can be gone from Roswell since we will have
graduated by then. So, we will be okay, Max."
Max nodded but Liz saw a shadow cross his eyes. "Max? What
is it? What aren't you telling me? What did Jordan tell you when
he asked you to stay and talk to him after we all left?" Liz
swallowed, her eyes widening.
"It's probably nothing." Max sighed and pulled back the
covers to wrap the blankets around them. He had to go take a
shower, but he wanted to hold Liz until she fell asleep in his
arms.
Liz looked up from the curve of his arm. "Max?" She
wouldn't let it go.
"Jordan just asked me if Paulie mentioned anything else
before he was killed."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, or anyone else," he said, meeting her eyes.
Liz's eyes widened. "Max? Are there more?"
Max shook his head. "I don't think so. Jordan just wanted to
make sure. Since there were five of us in pods when our spaceship
crashed. Three from his sister and two from another couple. But
he is sure that the other pod must have been recovered a long
time ago and experimented on as well. Paulie was probably the
last," Max said, nodding.
Liz met Max's eyes and nodded, too. Each could feel that the
other wasn't so positive, but neither wanted to voice it.
They had enough to deal with over the next few years, until they
could leave Roswell. They would let lying dogs lie.
The End