an original roswell/dark angel fan fiction

written by: jennifer s. a.k.a. assassinelektra

Disclaimer:

I do not own Dark Angel, Roswell, or their characters. This is a fan fiction story meant only for the enjoyment of myself and other Dark Angel, Roswell, and X-Tremer fans.

Title: Life On The Line

Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance,

Setting: This fic takes place during the second season of Dark Angel

Rating: Teen

Author's Note: Thanks SilverMoonStar for the idea and challenge!

Chapter 1

Don't Hang Up!

"So what did Logan have to say?" I asked Max as she handed me my phone back.

"Nothin' you should worry about." Max snapped. I rolled my eyes at her response as I pocketed the phone. Max had always been hostile towards me, but lately it had gotten worse, and I didn't know why.

"Look, I was just asking, Max." I said in my defense. "You know, in case he needed us to save the world again or something."

"Just mind your own business." Max said, but her tone had softened quite a bit.

"Fine." I climbed off of my bike.

"Well, well, well our hero returns with, what's this?" Normal got a fake look of surprise on his face and pointed at Max. "A package that wasn't delivered like it was supposed to be?" He asked sarcastically.

"Lay off." Max told him. "I've had a hard day." She threw the package at Normal, who barely caught it. "Besides, they weren't even home anyway."

"Your job is to deliver packages, missy miss, not make up excuses when we don't." Normal told her.

"Hey Normal." He looked at me. "Give her a break, huh? Can't you tell something's bothering her?" Max glared at me, a look that showed she did not appreciate my interference, the headed for her locker. "Well it's true, Max." I called out, following behind her. "What's wrong?"

She stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at me, ready to argue, but then she looked into my eyes and her face became sad rather than angry. "What is it?" I asked her.

She slumped down onto the bench, and I sat down next to her. "You just remind me so much of…" Max stopped talking, because we both knew who she was talking about. Ben.

"I'm sorry, Max, did you want me to throw my face into some hot grease so I won't look like him?" Now I was the one being rude, but I was tired of being compared to my dead, psycho twin. Max didn't say a word, so I left.

Walking home, I could tell it was going to rain. There was just this feeling of pressure in the air that said it was about to storm, and I looked forward to it. Call me sensitive, but I'm a guy who likes to just sit and watch the rain sometimes—an opportunity that living in Seattle gives quite frequently.

I was almost home when my cell phone went off. "Oh come on, Max!" I grumbled, reaching into my pocket and pulling it out. But when I looked to see who had called me it was an unidentified number. "What the…?" Curious, I answered. "Yeah?"

"Hello?" The voice on the other end was frantic, hysterical, but I didn't recognize it.

"Yeah, who is this?" I asked, getting annoyed.

"My name is Liz, Liz Parker." She said.

"Well, Liz, how did you get this number? Did someone tell you about the andy, because I don't sell it anymore."

"Listen!" She yelled, and I held the phone a little away from my ear it was so loud. "I need your help!"

"Look, I'm kind of busy right now, so…"

"I've been kidnapped!" She said suddenly, and the seriousness in her voice almost made my believe her.

"Yeah right." I scoffed. "Did Max put you up to this?"

"Max has nothing to do with this!" Liz snapped. "I haven't even seen him for days!"

"Wait a second…"

"Look," Liz said, cutting me off, "I need your help."

"Yeah, you and everyone else in this town."

"What's your name?" She asked, surprising me.

"Alec." I told her. "You should know that since you have this number."

"I got this old phone to work, Alec, and the only line it picked up on was yours." She explained.

"Yeah, whatever. Look, I've really gotta go now, so I'm hanging up." I moved to close my phone, but an ear-shattering scream made my stop. I held it back to my ear and listened.

"No, please don't hang up! I might not be able to get your signal again! Don't hang up!" Liz said, and then she got suddenly quiet.

"You are going to tell me everything you know!" It was a man's voice, and he sounded angry.

"I…I don't know anything!" Liz was crying, I could hear it in her voice.

"Stop lying!" There was a gunshot, and I jumped. Then there was silence.

"Liz?" I asked, almost afraid to do so. After a few moments of agonizing silence, she whispered.

"He's getting more angry." She told me. "I don't know anything, but he's..." She started sobbing. "Why am I even bothering?" She asked, and I could tell she was going to hang up.

"Wait, Liz!" I said. "I…I believe you, okay? I believe you, just don't hang up!"

"You do?" She asked.

"Yeah. Um, do you know where he's keeping you?" I asked her.

"It's an empty room, in a school I think." She said. "There are broken desks all around."

"Okay, um, that could be any school in this town."

"Which town?" Liz asked.

"You mean you don't know? Seattle." I answered.

"Alec, that's not good!" Liz said, her voice sounding frantic again. "I need to get back to Roswell! My friends, they'll be…"

"Okay calm down Liz." It felt weird talking to a complete strange who I'd never even met, trying to comfort her, but I had to. I was going to save Liz, I decided, because I was involved now. Plus, maybe it would make Max realize that Logan wasn't the only golden boy around.

"Okay, Liz?"

"Yeah?" She sounded so scared.

"I'm going to find you, okay?" I assured her.

"Okay." She said. "It will be dangerous." Liz warned.

"I'm used to that sort of thing." I replied, my mind reaching back to my Manticore days. "But I do need to know one thing. Who kidnapped you?"

There was silence for a moment, and then she spoke quietly. "I can't tell you that."

"Why not?" I asked, curious as well as concerned.

"Because I can't."

"You know him, don't you?" I asked, and Liz replied with more silence.