Leaving Home
Part 1 of my "Home" series
Author: Astrid
Archive: my site, baby; you want it, let me know.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything Roswell, not affliated with the WB, don't own lyrics to Meatloaf's Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad
Category: uh...Tess & the Valentis; what-if type fic
Summary: no, just read it, please.
Rating: PG
Notes/Spoilers: up through EOTW, some small details may be used in later parts from other episodes. Oh yeah, lyrics in italics. Switches from Tess' POV to 3rd person. And in case you don't know, Amarillo's in Texas.
Feedback: Pretty please!
March 2001
I want you
I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
But don't be sad
'Cause two out of of three ain't bad
Those weren't Max's exact words but they're pretty damn close. Why did I let him in that night? How could I have been so stupid to think that he could love me. Why did I...
And now, here I am, five months later, five months pregnant. My stomach is slowly starting to fill out. No one else knows. Nobody else will know. I think that Kyle suspects but he won't ask. He's afraid that I'll confirm his suspecions.
I'm leaving. I can't stay here. I've already packed most of my things. I'm leaving Friday night. The Sheriff and Mrs. Deluca will be on a date and Kyle's going bowling with a few of his semi-decent jock buddies. When they come home, I'll be gone.
******
Friday night, around 11 p.m.
Kyle walks into the house, "Dad? Tess? I'm back!"
No answer.
"I guess Dad's still out with Mrs. DeLuca. Tess?" he calls out, knocking on her door. There's still no answer, so he opens the door. "Tess," he says, quietly flicking on the light switch.
Kyle looks around in shock. Everything Tess left behind is packed in boxes, his stuff has been moved back in. He sees an envelope lying on the bed. He picks it up. On the front, his name is sprawled in Tess' handwriting. He fearfully opens it up and reads the enclosed letter:
Dear Kyle,
By the time you read this letter, I will have left the state of New Mexico. I don't know where I'm going, my plan is to just keep driving until I run out of gas. I guess you can figure out why I've left. Please don't tell anybody. I'm so sorry to do this. I'll miss you more than anybody. I'll get in touch with you once I find a new place to call home. Just don't change your e-mail address. And please don't let anyone know about this letter. I love you.
Good-bye,
Tess
P.S. I took your football jersey. I hope you don't mind.
"Dammit, Tess," Kyle syas, sitting on the bed.
He folds the letter back up and puts it in the envelope and slides it into his back pocket. On his nightstand is a picture of him and Tess and his dad from Christmas. He picks it up and traces his fingeer over Tess.
"Kyle? Tess? I'm home," his dad says, closing the front door.
Kyle walks into the living room.
"Hey, Kyle! Son, what's wrong? Did something happen to Tess?"
"She's gone, dad. Tess left. For good."
His dad's face falls, "Are you sure?"
"Most of her stuff is gone, the rest is in boxes. She moved my stuff back into the room."
"Why? Where?"
"I don't know. She...she didn't leave a note."
"God, i hope she's okay," his dad says, sitting on the sofa. "Do you think that she went to stay with Michael?"
"Dad, she left while we were gone. She's left Roswell."
"Just like--"
"Mom. Do you feel empty, too?"
"Yeah, Kyle. I do."
***
Around the same time:
Tess wipes a few tears from her eyes. She glances at the sign up ahead.
Welcome to Amarillo
'Maybe it's time to stop for the night. Maybe not,' Tess thinks as she stops outside a motel.
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