Roswell and all the characters in it are the property of Jason Katims Productions, Regency Television and 20th Century Fox Television. Or at least one or some of them. Not really clear on that. Definitely not mine though. No profit or copyright infringement is intended from this work whatsoever.


Isabel opened the flap of the manila envelope and dumped its contents onto the bedspread.

In many ways, these were her most prized possessions. Pictures. Pictures of everyone who had ever meant anything to her. More importantly a means to connect with them using her unique gifts.

They were all there. Her parents, friends. Even her ex-husband. These pictures connected her to everyone. Everyone except one.

But she was not here to reminisce about the men in her life. Digging through the photos, she picked one out.

Blue eyes peeked out sadly at her from beneath a fringe so covered in lavender dye it left no traces of the naturally blond hair beneath it. Even then, the piercings at the eyebrow and the corner of the mouth did not completely hide her natural beauty. There was some effort to smile for the camera, but the pain of loss was still obvious.

She studied the picture as she settled back onto her pillows, wondering not for the first time why they had been stuck with murderous, manipulative Tess rather than sweet, good-natured Ava.

Four nights ago, Liz had gotten a premonition about Ava. No specifics, only a flash of a landmark that would put her in the vicinity of Phoenix, Arizona. Unfortunately, with Maria so close to term, Max and Michael thought it would be too much of a risk to travel. Without any more information, not even to say she would be in trouble, they had sent Kyle by himself to check up on her.

Now Liz had just gotten another premonition. A more specific and urgent one promising great danger for their friend. Dire enough to prompt her to use her power to get a better handle on what was going on. Closing her eyes, she focused her power, and slipped into the world of dreams.

"Now this looks cozy."

She was almost sure this location was underground. There were no windows. The only sources of light were yellow lamps hanging from the low ceiling.

The otherwise spacious chamber was littered with empty weapon racks and storage shelves. A metal door was behind her at one end, while further down was an open space that had been cleared for beds and some office equipment. Mostly tables and laptops. One of the beds was conspicuous for the number of government agents in dark suits surrounding it.

Stepping closer, she could finally see her friend, and grit her teeth at what she was seeing. Ava was dressed in a hospital gown, arms and legs strapped to the bed. Most alarming though was the finely dressed man with an energy beam running from his left hand to Ava's forehead.

Whatever he was doing did not look comfortable.

She was able to take all of two steps to take a closer look, before an explosion behind her made her jump, followed quickly by twin suns exploding in her face.

Isabel was not physically there. Nevertheless the sudden violence of these events happening in quick succession left her stunned. Before she knew it another group of government agents had filled her end of the room, taking cover among the empty weapons racks and shelves. Clad in white dress shirts under bullet proof vests, they traded fire with the first group, who had scattered to take cover among the tables.

She wondered what in hell was going on. Two government alien hunter agencies fighting over Ava? One wasn't enough? If there were two, could there be more?

As she regained her wits what she saw next completely threw her for a loop. The finely dressed man was now standing in front of Ava's bed. An energy field of some sort kept enemy bullets away. He had his left hand, which she could now see to be wearing some sort of ornate glove, over his chest and his eyes were glowing.

As if that wasn't enough, he raised his right hand, and started flinging energy beams with it.

Now completely bewildered she turned towards the other government agents to see if they had something similar with them. But all they did was duck out of the way and keep advancing, zig-zagging their way across the wide chamber.

She was about turn back to the alien, for what else could glowing eyes, energy shields and energy beams mean, when one of the attacking agents caught her eye. Unlike the other agents he was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved tee. His vest was a different design, and he had on a baseball cap worn backwards.

What really stopped her was his face. It was harder, leaner, but still unmistakable. A face that should have been dead for ten years.

Alex?

And as if hearing her call his name, the man actually stopped mid-step to look at her. That moment of inattention cost him, as an energy beam slammed into his abdomen and sent him flying.

Noooooo! AALLLEEXX!


Author's notes:

So here's my latest fic. It's a crossover, although I won't be announcing which setting it's crossed with just yet. This chapter's a bit short, but I'll have a more substantial one shortly. Feel free to read and review.