Destiny Realized
- Author: Sensue (Website:
www(dot)sensue(dot)net/)
- Summary: What if destiny was realized
instantly? During "Tess, Lies, and Videotape."
- Pairing: T/M, M/I.
(DESTINY)
- Warning: Do not read this story if you want a Liz/Max or
Michael/Maria ‘shipper or if you hate Tess and/or Tess/Max or Michael/Isabel. I
don’t want hate mail. (I’m entitled to my opinions.)
- Disclaimer: I
don’t own them…If I did, I’d be nicer to Tess.
- Rating: TV-14 -
Thoughts (Italic)
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Tess Harding stood outside the Crashdown Café,
staring through the glass windows at the group of laughing friends sitting at
the counter. Her eyes filled with unshed tears; in the ten years that she’d
lived posing as a normal human, she’d never had a group of friends for long.
Nasedo never let them stay in one place long enough to make friends.
Now here she was, standing outside, looking in and
wishing that she belonged. She dreamed about this moment from the first
time she awoke in the pod chamber, the moment when she’d finally be with her
family; her love. She was so close to him, she could practically feel his arms
around her.
He turned in his chair, facing the window. Tess
gasped, her heart beat double-time; For a second, she thought that he’d been
staring at her. That the bright eyes and wide smile on his face were for
her.
Instead, he’d been staring at the waitress—Liz
Parker, wasn’t it?-- as she practically danced around him with a tray of drinks
in her hand. Her ‘new’ friend Isabel sat next to her brother, rolling her eyes
at their antics.
‘What ifs?’ flew threw her mind, the emotional
control that she thought she had escaping her. Fears that they wouldn’t
recognize her or know who she really was made her shiver. Nasedo’s voice sounded
in her head, his lectures that she wasn’t human and that human emotions made her
weak forced those thoughts away.
Straightening her red blouse and holding her head
high, Tess walked through the doors as if she belonged there; as if she owned
the place, as they say.
The waitress was still hanging around Isabel and
her brother/her love, Maxwell Evans. That was his name now; she knew that before
they had arrived in Roswell. Nasedo had kept track of them all. What she
truly didn’t understand was why now? Why did she have to wait so long to be with
them? Why did she wake up alone? Why did he leave her there alone with only
Nasedo to protect her?
Her ‘protector’ posed as her father or uncle the
entire length of her childhood. He taught her everything that she knew;
everything that she had accomplished. But never—not once—did he ever show a
single human emotion towards her that wasn’t an act; he was never a father to
her. A father was supposed to love his daughter and that was something that he
was incapable of. A father never left his daughter alone for weeks to months at
a time while he spied on their enemies and sabotaged them.
She pushed past Liz Parker to take a seat in a
stool next to Isabel, smiling and greeting her warmly with a typical teenaged,
“Hey.”
Tess didn’t even hear Isabel’s response. Maxwell
Evans was staring at her. Staring at her so hard, she nearly gasped at the
intensity.
Heart pounding in her ears, she couldn’t stop
herself from thinking, ‘Could he possibly remember me? Does he know who I
am?’
He smiled at her, a strange smile that she couldn’t
help but replicate. Their eyes were still locked together for what seemed like
an eternity. Time, space, and past memories came crashing down on Tess like an
unstoppable flood. She held her breath, waiting to see if he felt the
same.
Tess didn’t even notice that everyone was staring
at them, silently questioning what was happening, as her love walked over to
her. Suddenly, Max stood right in front of her; he had a surprised look on his
face, as if he really didn’t understand how he had moved.
Gently, Max brushed the hair from her face with his
fingers; his eyes had yet to leave hers as he traced her face. “I know your
face…” he whispered, “my love…” Holding her face with both hands, he leaned
towards her and rightfully claimed her lips with his.
Tears that she’d kept hidden since she first
discovered that she was without him, streamed down her face. Tess whispered
back, “I love you.” He pulled away from her slowly, his hands still on her face
wiped away her tears before placing a kiss on her forehead and whispering back
that she was his only love, for all time. “You are my destiny.”
Pulling him back towards her, she initiated the
next kiss. A longer, more passionate one that left them both gasping for air.
She wanted nothing more than to make love to him over and over until there were
no more barriers between them. Until their souls were as bound together as their
hearts were.
“I remember you,” Max repeated, his voice
breathless, “I know your face…My wife.”
“Max! What the hell are you doing?!” Isabel shouted
at her brother, in complete shock at what he was doing. “Have you lost your
mind?”
Max, struggling to maintain his composure, forced
himself to look away from Tess for a moment to answer her, “No, Isabel. I
remember…I remember everything. Don’t you? Isabel?” He looked pasted her to his
‘brother’, “Do you, Michael?”
Isabel answered first, “Remember what,
Max?”
“Our lives…Zan, Rath, Vilandra…Ava—my queen,” her
name was spoken with a quiet reverence.
Isabel stood staring at Max in shock, closing her
eyes as he spoke trying to get a hold of a memory that seemed a hairs-breath
away. Her eyes flew open, “Oh, my god! Max! Tess—she’s—she’s your wife. You were
together—back home. I remember,” Isabel smiled, “Max, I remember your wedding. I
remember how happy our mother was. I remember dancing with Rath…” her voice
trailed off, her eyes flying towards Michael.
Michael had been silently watching the activity
around him. Liz and Maria’s mouths flew open, making noises but not able to
actually speak in objection to Max ‘making out’ with a blonde girl they had
never met right in front of them. It never occurred to him to object at the
kiss. He had known—somehow—that Max was supposed to kiss her; to be with her. At
the mention of past, the name ‘Vilandra’ made him flush with joy. The vision of
him and Isabel making love on the cliffs flew into his head; their kisses, their
passion, and most of all, their son—his smiling face as his father spun him
around in the air and played with him.
Michael couldn’t get the words out; it was as if
there was a rock lodged in his throat. “Vilandra… Your name was Vilandra.
We—Isabel—we were going to be married, but the war…” He ran a hand across his
face, “the war…Max, I think there was a war.”
Liz had been staring at them in complete horror. It
had taken several attempts on her part, but she finally spoke, “Your wife? Max,
she’s your wife? Oh, god.” Putting a hand on her mouth, Liz ran up the stair to
her bedroom; The door slammed with a huge bang.
Maria looked as if a train had run her down
multiple times, “Michael? You and Isabel? I—I thought that she was your sister?”
She made a squeaking sound, and not waiting for an answer, escaped up to Liz’s
room for comfort.
The four stood in a square in the middle of the
restaurant; Not caring if anyone saw them. Their eyes locked together as the
memories of their past lives came to light and their destinies were
discovered.
Tess blinked, the vision of her and Max together in
the desert, among the others, made her flush.
She didn’t hear anything besides the thundering of
her hearbeat. She didn’t know what to say or how to answer their questions. The
words that she’d been practicing since childhood now not seeming
appropriate.
The words flew from her mouth—the moment that she
said them, she wanted to slap herself. “What? Do I have something in my
teeth?”
The End
- AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you are blinking back
tears of frustration or possibly anger...yes, you got it right. The entire thing
was Tess's daydream. (A 'vision... among others'.)
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