| Title: If She Only Knew Author: Aphrodite Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell. Sucks, doesn’t it? Just don’t sue… Story: AU, UC Mi/L. Why did Nacedo kill Sheila Hubble? And how has that affected present events? Ignore Season 1 and 2. Liz doesn’t live in Roswell. Max, Michael, and Isabel told Alex and Maria about their alien status. You’ll find out why later. Liz has been living with Nacedo. It’s the same story that the 3 were born and then they left her behind. I haven’t quite figured where I’m headed with this, but time will tell. Feedback: Always appreciated. Send it to lwellner29@hotmail.com Part 1: Flashback ‘I finally found her. After years of searching for a suitable match, I finally found the DNA source for the 4th hybrid.’ Nasedo stood in the shadows watching as the young man, Everett Hubble, walked into the gas station leaving his young wife, Sheila, alone in the Jeep. He’d been following the couple for months, studying them, making sure she was the girl he’d been looking for. He was almost out of time. As it was, the hybrid wouldn’t reach full maturation before it was time for the other children to emerge. It was his fault the original pod had failed and his responsibility to prepare the new one. He had to finish this tonight. He strode towards the jeep, his eyes locked on the young woman in the passenger seat. All he needed was a little DNA, a mere blood sample. Then the gandarium would finish the job. “I’ve been waiting for you,” Sheila whispered without turning towards him. He stopped in his tracks, inches from the door, still not quite in her line of sight. “Atherton said you’d come for me," she continued. “He knew you wouldn’t stop until you had me.” She turned to Nasedo, her eyes unafraid, challenging even, as she stepped out of the vehicle and faced him. Nasedo’s jaw tightened. Atherton … “I just needed some directions, Miss,” he replied coolly, taking another step towards her and forcing a smile on his face. She pulled a gun from her pocket and pointed it directly at him. “Don’t even try to lie to me. I know exactly who you are, Nacedo. And I know what you want.” A cruel smile appeared on his face. So Atherton had betrayed him. He’d been right to kill the old man after all, thinking that he could save Sheila from what Destiny had planned for her. But it was Atherton’s own fault for putting his beloved niece in this situation. He was the one that had records in her personal files about her genetic defect. Atherton was the one that turned Nacedo in her direction. “I won’t be taken over!” she continued. “I’m not letting any alien life form control me.” Nacedo chuckled cruelly. The old man mixed up his stories. Atherton was needed to communicate with the home planet. Sheila was needed for the 4th hybrid. “Well, Sheila, Atherton seems to have misinformed you,” he replied, raising his hand in one swift move, knocking the gun away from her with his powers. “I don’t need you, I need your genes.” The woman’s eyes widened in terror and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he stepped forward and punctured her arm with the syringe, extracting a vial of her blood. She stood absolutely still, frozen in place by the realization that he really was an alien. Part of her wanted to fight, but deep inside she knew it was futile. Perhaps if she complied he’d let her live. After he removed the needle, he swiped his hand over her arm, erasing any marks. Then he smiled and walked away without a word. She finally breathed once he was out of sight and tears of relief ran down her face as she slumped against the Jeep. He’d let her and the child growing inside her live. “Oh, Sheila!” Nacedo called as he stepped from behind the Jeep and pressed his palm against her chest. “Sorry, but I can’t let you run off and tell anyone, now can I?” Sheila Hubble screamed in pain as heat shot through her body. The last thing she saw was her husband running toward her screaming her name, his eyes wide in terror. But Hubble was too late, and Nacedo walked away before Sheila even hit the ground. Hubble checked her pulse, but it was obviously too late and a silver handprint was showing through her blouse. Shocked and enraged, he shot up and started sprinting in the direction he’d seen the attacker go. He turned the corner of the building in time to see a flash of white light and when his eyes readjusted, he saw a teenager with dark hair jump onto a motorcycle and ride away. Dazed, he staggered to his wife’s fallen body and pulled her close, crying into her chestnut hair. Several hours later after he’d finished speaking with a young Sheriff Valenti from Roswell, he vowed then and there to find his wife’s murderer. He hadn’t reported the lights, but he knew what he’d seen. He would find that … alien, whatever it was, and get revenge. No matter how long it took. |