BY KAL-EL
ROLE REVERSAL
ACT 1
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Everything up until the end of 'Chant Down Babylon'.
My name is Liz Parker, and I�m finally going home.
Home? What does that mean, anyway? Is your �home� the place you grew up in, and where all your friends are? Or is it the place you�re most comfortable?
If it�s the former, then my �home� is more than likely somewhere filled with test tubes and books. I�m most comfortable when I�m using my head and thinking. There I�m in charge, and I can take control. Things have rules, and boundaries, and you can predict what�s going to happen next most of the time.
But even with all that, a place doesn�t feel like a home. No matter how good you are at using your head and thinking, it�s still just work.
A home is supposed to be a place where you feel safe. Your own personal security blanket, away from all your troubles. Where you can just lie back and forget about everything except just being you.
If that is true, I�m starting to doubt that I even have a home.
Liz sat in a bus that was heading back to Roswell. They were only a few miles away from town now, and the desert stretched far ahead of them.
She sat next to Max Evans, who seemed to be in his own little world as the endlessly stared out the window. Across the isle was Liz�s best friend, Maria Deluca. Maria was, as usual, the definition of eccentric.
MARIA: Well, back to reality, I guess.
Maria sighs.
MARIA: After spending the past two weeks in New York and Vermont, Roswell�s a huge letdown.
Across the isle, Liz Parker looked over at her friend.
LIZ: Oh, you love it here and you know it, Maria.
Next to Liz, Max continued to look out the window, completely oblivious to everything else. Max�s eyes scanned the desert, as the bus drove past.
Three years ago, Max Evans healed me from a fatal gunshot wound. He risked his life to save me, because he loved me. And I love him. But getting another chance at life didn�t come without a price.
I�m changing. The scientist in me wants to say that �my body is adjusting to accommodate a new environment I need to survive in�, but the only thing I feel is that something is happening to me I have no control over. I�m not dying, I know that now. I�m becoming like Max, and for some reason I don�t understand, it scares me.
However, it doesn�t scare me nearly as much as what Max is going through probably scares him. I almost died, while he actually did. Through some miracle I brought him back, but I don�t think he�s fully recovered yet. The one thought that scares me more than what�s happening to me is the possibility he never will.
LIZ: Max?
Liz tenderly put her hand on his shoulder.
LIZ: Are you ok?
Max slowly turns around to face her.
MAX: (quietly)Yeah, I�I don�t know�
Liz wraps her arms around him and holds him close. She rests her head against his shoulder, and Max kisses her forehead.
Outside, as the bus sped by, no one noticed it was being followed. Close behind was a bright red motorcycle.
It finally stopped, letting the bus continue on. The driver removed his helmet, and watched it drive out of sight.
He was somewhere between 18 and 21. He had brown, spiked hair and cold gleaming eyes. A malicious smile covered his face as he crossed his arms.
MAN: It begins.
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