AN: First, compliments of the season to everyone…. Second, thanks to blaker316, cjsl8ne, So So Something and jaforster for the reviews. It is greatly appreciated. Third, apologies for not updating sooner, work has been extremely busy (both jobs) and of course, the season makes for demanding family members and lots of visitors… However, having said that, please find below – next update! Enjoy

Chapter 22

If you had to ask anyone, the general opinion would be that nothing fazed Isabel Evans. The blonde was considered cool, aloof and unapproachable by all but her close friends and family. She was the original Ice Princess, but the thing is, most people didn't know Isabel Evans because she kept mostly to herself and really only shared anything with her brothers and fellow-aliens, and her friends. Unfortunately, her friends were very few; where once upon a time she had four human friends, this had now been reduced to one. One had died, one wouldn't give her the time of day, one she had done her utmost to alienate and the last one with whom she could talk wasn't someone who could handle any sort of stress without running down the street screaming.

Now, the only human who could possibly handle the 'alien abyss' better than Michael or she, herself was the one in trouble. The last time she tried to contact Liz, her dream orb was just not there, and the mere fact that Liz was missing and completely uncontactable by human or alien means was more frightening than Isabel cared to admit. She knew that she had turned her back on Liz, knew that the girl was developing powers but in all her righteousness, hadn't given a crap about the girl who had hurt her brother thinking that of course she would be in Roswell… that she would never dare to leave… that she would be subject to Max's rules the same as everyone else. And if Isabel Evans couldn't leave Roswell to go to college in San Francisco, then obviously, no-one else was allowed to leave either… Isabel snorted at her own naiveté; since when did the humans and specifically Liz ever need the aliens permission to do anything and of course her ignorance was criminal considering the way she had treated Liz. Why would any of them expect Liz not to leave when there was nothing left for her in Roswell. When a person is treated like they don't matter, why would they bother to hang around to be subjected to the same treatment?

And now… Now, that brother was -sort of- happily in a relationship with his alien wife, expecting a baby and Liz was currently in a cocoon who knew where and Michael was out there trying to find her in a place they had never been. On top of all that, she had to keep silent and just wait for information, which was slowly driving her crazy. Looking around her room, she could feel her nervous energy building. She couldn't settle, and felt itchy. How was she supposed to effectively dreamwalk in this state. And how was she supposed to find Liz when all she could think of was the small human in a cocoon that once encompassed Michael. And thinking of that, brought thoughts of that time, when she had been scared, no petrified out of her mind because she thought that Michael was going to die and there was nothing they could do.

Standing up, she started pacing, wringing her hands, breathing hard, her heart beating fast as though she had just run a marathon. The energy build-up in her body was becoming overwhelming… She needed to do something, needed to be acting… How did anyone just stand idle and do nothing when things were spiralling out of control?

"Ugh," The frustrated noise escaped from her mouth involuntarily. She needed someone to talk to, she needed an outlet. Crap, what were they going to do? The stones were in Roswell, and Michael and Liz were hours away in Smallville. How were they going to get the stones there? Who was going to perform the ritual? They couldn't just use anyone, and they couldn't anyway. They couldn't bring any more people into the alien abyss. And even if Max and – okay, maybe not Tess – Michael, herself, Kyle and Maria were to use the stones, they didn't know where she was and they needed to find her fast. And did the ritual have to be performed at the caves? The last time that they had performed the ritual for Michael, they were so focussed on him that they didn't notice if any of the symbols on the wall of any of the things that Riverdog had done was absolutely necessary to make the ritual work. And on top of that, Max and Tess didn't even know that Liz was missing… Did they even know she was gone? Man, this was so frustrating. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a second before slowly blowing out, trying to calm down because at this moment, she was terrified.

Never before had she felt like this… that out of all of the thoughts whirling around in her head, the most petrifying thing for her to contemplate (and admit) was how she would tell Maria, Kyle and Max, not to mention the Sheriff – forget the parents – that Liz was dying. Because, really, they didn't know where she was, they didn't know how to find her, the stones were in Roswell, and the only people who could use it to hopefully restore Liz Parker didn't even know that she was in trouble. She had absolutely no desire to share that information, and really wished that it was in someone else's hands. She wished that Alex was here. He always knew how to keep her calm, and he had a way of seeing the big picture and dumbing it down to its most elementary and vital point. Thoughts of Alex brought her mind back to Liz, his best friend since childhood, and feeling a sense of calm she regained her sense of determined and lay back down on the bed, grabbing the group picture, touched it before closing her eyes and concentrating.


In Smallville, Michael watched as Clark guided Chloe away from him and around the school building. For most of his life, he knew that he was meant to be the protector, and had accepted it, for the most part. He hated feeling helpless, hated that the one he was supposed to protect was missing and he couldn't find her. Doesn't even understand why it took him so long to realise that she wasn't an extension of Max, even in his mind. He couldn't even blame anyone else for his actions. She was a core part of the group for so long; she kept them together, protected them and then all of a sudden she was sleeping with Kyle and Max was having a baby with Tess, and the whole group is falling apart. Now his focus was all over the place, he needed extra contingency plans for everyone, and Liz Parker wasn't even around, didn't even know how to find her. How was he supposed to protect them? How had let the group fall apart so badly? And her powers…

What would possess her to share their secret with this… Clark? Okay, he said that she lost control… What did that mean? How did she lose control? What power was she displaying? The only time he had noticed anything was her astral projection or whatever it was when Max was in New York, and there was no visible evidence of any power being expended. Shit, for that matter, it could have been Isabel doing all the work… Michael looked up at the sky, feeling the urge to blast a hole through the school. To cause destruction on a level that would match the frustration and helplessness that he was feeling. Kicking the bench, he scowled.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, drew on the alien energy powering through his body and carefully reached out with visibly shaking hands to the bench under which her phone had been found. Praying to God (and maybe Kyle's Buddha) that this would work, that he had enough control, that he had enough power, that he could find her, that he as a former General of the Antarian army would be able to do the job that he had been tasked with in two lifetimes.

"Please…" The quiet whisper floated on the wind as his hands made contact.


There was nothing…

A deafening silence…

An absence of light…

Just nothing…

And in some faraway place in her mind, Liz knew that she was in trouble; knew that this was a situation she would not be able to get out of on her own. Vaguely recalling that she had been talking to Isabel, she tried to open her eyes, tried to lift her arms, tried to do anything, but she was just drowning in jello… If she could have, Liz would have laughed at the thought.

There was nothing funny here…

Nothing… no sound… no smell… no touch… no feel… Nothing…

No worries… no troubles… no sadness… no harm… no hurt…

No thoughts…

Existing in this abyss was starting to feel warm…

And comforting…

Surrendering…