Author Name: Liz
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Future fic. The aliens never came to Roswell, and Liz is married to Kyle.
Category: M/L
Subject A1 (Part 3)
Liz could feel herself shaking as she let his words wash over
her and sink into her mind. She could feel his eyes, questioning,
wondering what she was thinking. She wished she could tell
him...she wished she knew.
All of her life, ever since she was a little girl, she had wanted
to be a scientist. Ever since she had stepped into the biology
lab and smelled the smells, looked at the neat marble tabletops
and learned all there was to know, she'd thirsted for more.
But she'd also loved the stars. Each night, after everyone else
had gone to bed and she was alone, she had crept out onto her
rooftop and stared at the stars. They had always been such a
mystery, such a beautiful puzzle, that she wanted to learn about.
Which all led to her decision....to work for the FBI. It was all
she had ever wanted...it let her have her love of science and her
love of the stars. Her love of the unknown.
She worked in the special cases unit--well, headed it actually.
The only person above her was Dr. Davies, a loud man with a kind
heart but a weak spot for cheap, dumb prostitutes. He'd been
married 3 times but never for more than 3 weeks. Women were his
obsession.
Her unit studied anything unexplained, anything related to the
paranormal. At times her entire job sort of reminded her of
X-Files. She was sort of like Dana Scully. But Kyle wasn't
exactly her Mulder. Unless Mulder had ever worn a sherrif's star
and fought for the right of Roswell's citizens. But she didn't
think so.
Kyle was very supportive of her job, and most of the time they
talked about things..about the things they both wondered about,
things they wanted to know. If there had really ever been a crash
in Roswell. If aliens really existed. If they walked among them
each day.
His dad and his grandad had lived their entire lives chasing a
dream, a dream that one day she hoped to prove to be reality. For
Kyle, for herself. She wanted...needed to know. And now, she had
the chance.
She was looking back at Dave again, who was still staring at her
and waiting for some sort of response.
Finally she smiled at him, grinned happily as she had not done in
days. Her time had come, and she would not waste a moment.
"When can I see it?"
Once again, she was heading down the hallway, but this time she
was not alone. And this time, for perhaps the first time ever
since she'd started this job, she felt a wreck. Her palms were
sweating, her legs were trembling, her mind was racing. All she
could think of was that for the first time, out of the thousand
times she'd walked this same corridor, she was heading torwards
the answer to all of her questions. In a matter of minutes, she
would be looking upon the face of a miracle. Her miracle.
She realized that they were stopping, at a door she'd never
before seen, and he was swiping his card through, staring ahead
as she bright beam scanned his eyes, as the door opened. Her
heart rate grew even faster and for a moment it seemed as if her
feet would not do as she wanted. They were glued to the floor,
filled with lead. She willed herself to calm down, to walk, to
hurry.
When she caught up with him, he was stopping again, this time
before a clear glass door that led into a room that was filled
with humming, blinking computers. She was amazed by the sight, by
something that had apparently been ready for this for almost as
long as she had. Which was her
entire life.
When the glass barrier opened and she was finally inside, she
allowed her eyes to close for a moment. There was such a rush of
emotions, one as she had never known before, that threatened to
knock her over. This was everything, and it was all happening so
quickly.
She felt his hand on her shoulder and she forced her eyes open,
her vision filled with his caring face.
"Are you okay?"
She only nodded, looking at him for a moment before darting her
eyes elsewhere, searching the room desperately for what she so
longed to see.
And then she saw it...him.
The room was filled halfway by a huge, clear glass box, empty save a toilet, a sink, and a bed. A glass cage. There were no bars or doors or locks, but it was a cage.
Something seized her heart as she stared, wide-eyed, at the
figure curled up in the tiny cot. She felt the pressure again.
A step forward, and she was so close, close enough that when she
breathed, small clouds of fog formed on the glass. Her gaze never
wavered from him; she studied him, analyzed him...felt him.
She did not know what was happening to her, but she could
suddenly feel something so powerful as she looked upon the
shivering creature. She felt pain, horrible, intense pain, that
she knew was not her own. Somehow she knew that it was his,
although she could not understand it.
Her fingers brushed the glass, splaying across it, pressing
lightly as she waited. And then the form began to stir, very
slowly. A dark head raised from the white sheets, facing away
from her. Long, tan arms unraveled from around him, and then his
legs. He was like a flower opening, budding, coming alive.
Finally he turned, almost as if in slow motion, to face her. He
came into her view and her breath caught, making her head spin.
His dark eyes caught hers and she stared, lost inside the pools
of emotion, swimming inside him.
He walked to her, small, unsure steps upon bare feet, his eyes
never breaking the stare that seemed to transport so many unheard
words.
Standing before the glass, now directly in front of her on the
opposite side of the wall, she could see his smile. Tentative and
shy, but glorious.
He raised his hand as well, placing it against the glass where
her palm showed through, matching the two.
She smiled as she stared at their hands, touching but yet not,
his fingers longer than hers but still so similar. As a solitary
tear fell from her eye she did not bother to wipe it away. She
would give anything to keep forever the contact that they held
between them. The contact that they held, even between the 5
inches of glass that separated them.