Title:
Adia
Author:
Kylie
Pairings: Max/Liz, Future-Max/Liz, Zan/Future-Liz, Zan/Liz, Max/Liz/Zan, bits
of Michael/Maria, Rath/Maria, Rath/Lonnie, Alex/Isabel, Lonnie/Alex,
and Kyle/Ava.
Rating:
R to NC-17.
Summary:
Based around the episodes The End of the World and Meet the Dupes.
Future-Max had travelled to the past and told present-Liz that she
had to help her present-Max fall out of love with her. As a last
resort, she pretended to sleep with Kyle, thus her plan succeeding
enough to change the future. But what if Future-Liz had come back to
the past to change the future that present-Liz had created? What if
the Dupes aren't evil? What if Zan is alive and well? What if
Future-Liz left something behind for Liz? What will become of Max,
Liz, and Zan? Alex is alive and well, so is Nasedo.
Warnings:
This story contains content
that may be offensive such as cursing, sexual content,
self-infliction/self-injury, strong language, and violence. It may
also contain spoilers and lines/scenes from certain episodes of
Roswell.
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or
any other character, location, or whatever is mentioned in the works
of Melinda Metz or Jason Katims, FOX, WB, and UPN.
Author's
Note: There
are lines/scenes taken from "The End of the World" (Season 2,
Episode 5). I am assuming the actual The End of
the World episode occurred in October (since it was aired in that
month), but I am switching the months and dates so it will work
within the story.
Author's Note: This will be my first Roswell
fanfic since roughly 2003. I am a little rusty with all the
Roswellian terms, so please forgive me if my characters are very OOC
(Out of Character). Thank you and I hope you enjoy this.
This
first few part starts out a bit slow, but after, everything will
speed up, I promise.
Prologue:
'Cause
you're working.
Building
a mystery,
Holding
on and holding it in.
Yeah,
you're working.
Building
a mystery
And
choosing so carefully.
"Building
A Mystery," Sarah McLachlan.
2027, Friday:
"This song goes out to Adia," said the rough voice of the host of the radio station.
Her eyes nearly fell out of her sockets. Her heart pounded in her ears. The radio seemed so far away from her when it was right in the cubicle over. God, it couldn't be!
"Adia," said the host, "you know who you are." Her eyebrows shot up in alarm and in question.
"Wherever you are, turn around," said the host.
Her forehead crinkled in confusion. Running her tongue across her suddenly tight bottom lip, still desperately gripping the table, she slowly stood up and turned around.
To be continued.