NOTE: This is the companion piece to Mnemosyne's Daughter, which I suggest you read if you haven't since it will paint the picture more thoroughly than reading this story alone. ---------- He reaches for the tea cup and shakes his head to himself for the words he's about to speak. "Well, I'm not from around here." She nods, biting her bottom lip. "Where are you from?" With her words a frown develops on her forehead and Max suspects that not only he feels the déja vu this time. "Liz, I'm from another planet." The corners of her mouth twitch as if she is about to smile, but her eyes reflect fear and she too picks up her tea cup. He watches as her hands envelop the cup and he wonders why she doesn't burn herself. Maybe she just doesn't realize that it's hot, her mind on other things. "You're an alien." It's more of a statement than a question but he nods an affirmative anyway. "I know I should be screaming and running out of here or just laugh at you, but I know it's true." He waits for her to continue as her eyes scan the apartment. "We were together." "Yes." "I loved you," she whispers, still not looking at him. It's difficult to breathe and he puts the cup away. His voice is strangled when he answers, "Yes." ------- Summary: Following the alteration to Liz and Maria's memory, the I-know-an-Alien-Club is forced to live with the consequences and adjust to a life where pretending that two of their friends are strangers becomes reality. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The characters of Roswell belong to is founder - Jason Katims, Twentieth Century Fox Corporation, R
