Signs
Author: Rebecca Gant (Chloe Lookalikey reborn)
Set: Season 2 of Roswell after Alex's death, after episode 18 of Smallville (Visitor)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Smallville or Roswell. All rights to superman related material are reserved to Joe Shuster and Jerry Siegel.
Summary: When Cyrus built his transmitter, it actually managed to give out a signal. The problem is, it was mostly people on earth who picked it up. I guess you could call this an Au fiction, considering the events in Roswell are slightly different.
Author's notes: This is more true to the books in the way of background (E.G The pilot's details are scratched in favour of the first book details) so if you haven't read them some of it won't seem familiar. This is mostly from Max and Clark's point of view. (My two favourite characters)
Chapter 1
Max busied himself with cleaning the plastic alien for the hundredth time. He didn't want to go home right now, especially after everything that had happened. Alex was. gone, and there was nothing he could do. With all the powers of healing he had he couldn't bring him back. The others didn't know it but he was secretly tearing himself up about it. He felt like he was a failure to his friends. That's why he wouldn't go home. He couldn't bear to see Isabel's tear stricken face. He couldn't remember a time when she would let her make up run so much. Usually, if something went wrong she would go into super tidy mode, organising her draws by colour and size. It was almost like his sister were gone too, an empty shell in her place. Every time he saw her face he was afraid. He was scared that anything could do that to anyone. It wasn't fair. Why Alex? Why did he have to be the one to die? He never did anything wrong, he was just always there to help them. He was their tower of strength because he was always calm and understanding. Max stopped working and brushed his hands through his now matted black hair. He breathed out heavily; he didn't want to start crying on the job. Composing himself he glanced upwards. Standing in the door way was Liz. 'How long has she been there?' he thought silently. The he took a better look at her face and realised she had been crying.
"Liz?" he asked.
"Max. I. I needed someone to. to talk to," she confessed.
Why him? Why not Kyle. She has proven who was closer to her on the day that.
"Okay," he told her, "Let's go into the office."
He held out his hand to guide her and she took it. He felt a small rush at the touch of her skin and he closed hi eyes for a second.
"Max, are you alright?" she asked.
His eyes tore open like she had woken him from a dream.
"Yeah, I'm fine, come one," he told her, leading her into the tiny room. He pulled a chair from the corner and beckoned her to sit in it.
He waited silently for her to speak noticing how uncomfortable it was. 'It never used to be like this,' he thought to himself. 'Things change,' he heard in the back of his head, and he knew it was true.
"Um, I want you to keep an open mind okay?" Liz asked.
"Always," he assured her.
"Well, I've been checking out Alex's. accident. and I found some interesting stuff," she blurted out.
"What? What do you mean?" he asked, confused. 'I haven't seen her in a week,' he realised.
"I think Alex was murdered," she told him.
All Max could do was stare at her like he was stupid. 'What was she suggesting?'
"By who? Everyone liked him," he pressed.
She hesitated and even before she said it, he knew what she meant.
"Bye aliens Max. I think he was killed bye aliens," she told him.
There was a deadly silence where each just stared. It seemed like the one was trying desperately out stare the other, like dog's proving who was strongest until finally Max exploded.
"Liz, just because our lives seem to centre around aliens, doesn't mean everything that goes wrong is because of them," he told her.
"You now I wouldn't just assume. I have a scientific mind and I came to this conclusion based on proof," she tried to reason.
"I'm like that too, that's why we always made perfect lab partners but I can't see any reason to believe he was killed by aliens," he said.
"You haven't seen what I've seen," she whispered.
"Well there is one thing I know. You have always hated aliens," he shouted.
"How can you say that?" Liz breathed, "After everything we've been through."
Max ignored her and carried on.
"I could see it in your eyes when I first told you, you were scared of me," he said.
"That's not fair. Anyone else would have been worse. What did you expect," she asked.
"I expected you to be faithful," he almost screamed. "But instead you." he couldn't finish.
Liz wouldn't meet his gaze. 'Good,' he thought. It was nothing compared to how he felt.
"You'd rather have Kyle Valenti than an alien," he said finally, in a hushed tone. "So it's only right to presume that this is just an alien prejudice thing.
Liz stared at him and he turned away.
"I should have known you'd be like this, I'm sorry I ever bothered," she said stiffly.
"What, so you don't have some clever come back?" he said spitefully.
Just before she reached the door, she snapped her head back around.
"You know what, you could apply that logic to you," she said.
"What are you talking about?" he asked her, confused.
"Well, I'm just saying. You chose Tess over a human. So it's only right to presume that this is just an alien loving thing," she spat.
"So what? You think Tess killed Alex now," he asked.
"I'm just putting things in perspective. But I wouldn't put it past me," she said, before crashing out of the room.
Max sat in silence as the sounds of doors echoed through the building. Then Brody peeked his head around the door. He looked eager about something.
"I know this isn't the best time," he said, glancing towards the still shaking door, "But you have to see this."
Brody lead Max into his office. It was filled with computers head to toe. Max noticed one of the screens flashing.
"What's going on Brody?" he asked.
"You're not going to believe this," he said excitedly. "Look," he said, indicating the screen.
Max looked at it. There was a flashing red light somewhere in Kansas that he couldn't figure out. Brody saw his confused face and explained.
"Just now, someone sent some sort of signal up into space. I've never seen anything like it," he said hurriedly.
"What does that mean?" Max asked. Computers had never been his forte.
"It means there may be aliens on earth," Brody told him.
Max took another look at the screen. It was indicating a place called Smallville.
"Are you sure you're not taking this a bit too far. I mean for all we know it could just be a satellite signal or some sort of government test or something," Max reasoned.
"Max, this could be the explanation to everything I've been trying to find," Brody said staring at the screen.
"I know Brody. And that's important. I'm just saying you should wait until we know more, okay?" Max told him.
Brody nodded in response but Max had another agenda. He was going to go there himself. No, friends, not even Michael or Isabel. It would be a chance to get away from everyone. Besides, he couldn't deal with everyone going on a road trip right now and all getting killed. No, it was better that he go alone. Tomorrow he was going to Smallville.
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What do you think? Does this have any potential? Please Review.
Author: Rebecca Gant (Chloe Lookalikey reborn)
Set: Season 2 of Roswell after Alex's death, after episode 18 of Smallville (Visitor)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Smallville or Roswell. All rights to superman related material are reserved to Joe Shuster and Jerry Siegel.
Summary: When Cyrus built his transmitter, it actually managed to give out a signal. The problem is, it was mostly people on earth who picked it up. I guess you could call this an Au fiction, considering the events in Roswell are slightly different.
Author's notes: This is more true to the books in the way of background (E.G The pilot's details are scratched in favour of the first book details) so if you haven't read them some of it won't seem familiar. This is mostly from Max and Clark's point of view. (My two favourite characters)
Chapter 1
Max busied himself with cleaning the plastic alien for the hundredth time. He didn't want to go home right now, especially after everything that had happened. Alex was. gone, and there was nothing he could do. With all the powers of healing he had he couldn't bring him back. The others didn't know it but he was secretly tearing himself up about it. He felt like he was a failure to his friends. That's why he wouldn't go home. He couldn't bear to see Isabel's tear stricken face. He couldn't remember a time when she would let her make up run so much. Usually, if something went wrong she would go into super tidy mode, organising her draws by colour and size. It was almost like his sister were gone too, an empty shell in her place. Every time he saw her face he was afraid. He was scared that anything could do that to anyone. It wasn't fair. Why Alex? Why did he have to be the one to die? He never did anything wrong, he was just always there to help them. He was their tower of strength because he was always calm and understanding. Max stopped working and brushed his hands through his now matted black hair. He breathed out heavily; he didn't want to start crying on the job. Composing himself he glanced upwards. Standing in the door way was Liz. 'How long has she been there?' he thought silently. The he took a better look at her face and realised she had been crying.
"Liz?" he asked.
"Max. I. I needed someone to. to talk to," she confessed.
Why him? Why not Kyle. She has proven who was closer to her on the day that.
"Okay," he told her, "Let's go into the office."
He held out his hand to guide her and she took it. He felt a small rush at the touch of her skin and he closed hi eyes for a second.
"Max, are you alright?" she asked.
His eyes tore open like she had woken him from a dream.
"Yeah, I'm fine, come one," he told her, leading her into the tiny room. He pulled a chair from the corner and beckoned her to sit in it.
He waited silently for her to speak noticing how uncomfortable it was. 'It never used to be like this,' he thought to himself. 'Things change,' he heard in the back of his head, and he knew it was true.
"Um, I want you to keep an open mind okay?" Liz asked.
"Always," he assured her.
"Well, I've been checking out Alex's. accident. and I found some interesting stuff," she blurted out.
"What? What do you mean?" he asked, confused. 'I haven't seen her in a week,' he realised.
"I think Alex was murdered," she told him.
All Max could do was stare at her like he was stupid. 'What was she suggesting?'
"By who? Everyone liked him," he pressed.
She hesitated and even before she said it, he knew what she meant.
"Bye aliens Max. I think he was killed bye aliens," she told him.
There was a deadly silence where each just stared. It seemed like the one was trying desperately out stare the other, like dog's proving who was strongest until finally Max exploded.
"Liz, just because our lives seem to centre around aliens, doesn't mean everything that goes wrong is because of them," he told her.
"You now I wouldn't just assume. I have a scientific mind and I came to this conclusion based on proof," she tried to reason.
"I'm like that too, that's why we always made perfect lab partners but I can't see any reason to believe he was killed by aliens," he said.
"You haven't seen what I've seen," she whispered.
"Well there is one thing I know. You have always hated aliens," he shouted.
"How can you say that?" Liz breathed, "After everything we've been through."
Max ignored her and carried on.
"I could see it in your eyes when I first told you, you were scared of me," he said.
"That's not fair. Anyone else would have been worse. What did you expect," she asked.
"I expected you to be faithful," he almost screamed. "But instead you." he couldn't finish.
Liz wouldn't meet his gaze. 'Good,' he thought. It was nothing compared to how he felt.
"You'd rather have Kyle Valenti than an alien," he said finally, in a hushed tone. "So it's only right to presume that this is just an alien prejudice thing.
Liz stared at him and he turned away.
"I should have known you'd be like this, I'm sorry I ever bothered," she said stiffly.
"What, so you don't have some clever come back?" he said spitefully.
Just before she reached the door, she snapped her head back around.
"You know what, you could apply that logic to you," she said.
"What are you talking about?" he asked her, confused.
"Well, I'm just saying. You chose Tess over a human. So it's only right to presume that this is just an alien loving thing," she spat.
"So what? You think Tess killed Alex now," he asked.
"I'm just putting things in perspective. But I wouldn't put it past me," she said, before crashing out of the room.
Max sat in silence as the sounds of doors echoed through the building. Then Brody peeked his head around the door. He looked eager about something.
"I know this isn't the best time," he said, glancing towards the still shaking door, "But you have to see this."
Brody lead Max into his office. It was filled with computers head to toe. Max noticed one of the screens flashing.
"What's going on Brody?" he asked.
"You're not going to believe this," he said excitedly. "Look," he said, indicating the screen.
Max looked at it. There was a flashing red light somewhere in Kansas that he couldn't figure out. Brody saw his confused face and explained.
"Just now, someone sent some sort of signal up into space. I've never seen anything like it," he said hurriedly.
"What does that mean?" Max asked. Computers had never been his forte.
"It means there may be aliens on earth," Brody told him.
Max took another look at the screen. It was indicating a place called Smallville.
"Are you sure you're not taking this a bit too far. I mean for all we know it could just be a satellite signal or some sort of government test or something," Max reasoned.
"Max, this could be the explanation to everything I've been trying to find," Brody said staring at the screen.
"I know Brody. And that's important. I'm just saying you should wait until we know more, okay?" Max told him.
Brody nodded in response but Max had another agenda. He was going to go there himself. No, friends, not even Michael or Isabel. It would be a chance to get away from everyone. Besides, he couldn't deal with everyone going on a road trip right now and all getting killed. No, it was better that he go alone. Tomorrow he was going to Smallville.
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What do you think? Does this have any potential? Please Review.