new Generation

The New Generation Of Chekoslavakians

Secrets Revealed

Disclaimer: I own the children and their friends, but the original characters belong Melinda Metz and I am simply just boring for my own entertainment over incredibly boring holidays. Don't you just hate it when you get the flu over school holidays! Blick! Anyway, now I'm rambling…

Category: Charlie Valenti

Summary: When Charlie's little sister is injured, she is forced to use her powers in front of her human boyfriend. She has to tell him the truth about herself and her family. How will he deal with this shocking news?

Rating: Um, PG 13. There is like, 1 swear word. I think that counts as PG 13.

Distribution: Darn tootin'. Just ask me first.

Dedication: To everyone who has actually bothered to read my series!

Feedback: Love it! Just, be gentle! I'm only a little kid (actually, I'm 16, but still. Ssshhh)

Charlie Valenti stretched her long, tanned legs as she went through her usual cool down routine that she had perfected after years of dancing.

"Good work today, Charlie. I've got that application form in my office that you need." Madame White, her dance instructor, said with a broad smile.

"Thanks. I'll come and get it after I hit the showers."

"Alright, sweetie. Just knock before you come in." The instructor wondered off to discuss technique with one of the younger dancers as Charlie headed for the locker room. Daniella Whitman fell into step beside her, a curious look on her petite features.

"Are you going to go for that audition in New York?" Daniella asked, a hopeful tone in her voice and Charlie grinned down at her.

"You bet, Princess. The day after graduation, Erin and I are flying to New York to look for an apartment." Charlie was applying for Juilliard, the most elite dance school in the U.S. She would be doing a psychology major at NYU if she didn't make it into the dance school, but Charlie was confident that she could do it.

"Are you going out with Troy tonight?" The younger girl asked, swinging open the door of the girl's locker room.

"Yep. It's our one year anniversary tomorrow and we're going out to celebrate." Charlie pulled her long hair out of the tight bun it had been pulled up in. She had inherited her mother curly, bleached blonde hair and it was torture tying it into the compulsory braided bun. But, she die before she cut her hair.

"Wow!" Daniella said, clearly impressed, as she pulled off her leotard. The two girls were the best dancers at Madame White's School For The Gifted, and they both secretly put it down to their family's unique differences. All the Chekoslavakians were the best in each of their individual talents. Brendan Valenti, Charlie's younger brother, was a gifted swimmer with the potential to be a Champion. Alexandra Whitman, Daniella's eldest sibling, and Jordan Valenti, Charlie's oldest sister, were the best gymnasts in the try-state area. Claudia Evans was a Grade 7 piano player and her little sister Hope had just won her fifth trophy for flute. Michelle Guerin had inherited her mothers beautiful voice and had just signed a deal with the record company, Arista, after a talent scout saw her perform at the local mall for a school choir performance. The 8 parents couldn't be more proud.

After she picked up the application forms from their instructor, Charlie walked Daniella out to the car park, where Alexandra waited for her little sister to finish for the night. Charlie waved goodbye to her two "cousins" and waited for her boyfriend, Troy Englmen, to pick her up. As his blue four-wheel-drive appeared at the entrance, Charlie felt a shiver run down her spine. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon, but she felt cool all of a sudden, and Charlie wondered what was going to go wrong.

Troy drove down the quiet suburban street and listened with a smile as Charlie told him excitedly about her upcoming dance recital. It was to be her last one at Madame White's, and the School was throwing her a party at the end of the night to send Charlie off.

"Congratulations, Charlie." Troy said, as she told him of the trophy Madame White was intending to give her.

"Thanks babe. I knew you'd be happy for me." Charlie said, a beautiful smile spreading across her face. Troy turned to smile back at her, just as a little girl darted in front of the car, running after a brightly colored ball.

"Jezzabelle!" Charlie screamed, as Troy swerved to miss the little blonde 4-year-old. They heard something tap the side of the car, and Charlie felt a cry rip through her as Troy slammed on the brakes. Charlie was out of the car before Troy had managed to unbuckle his seatbelt. When he got out of the car, Charlie was on her knees, leaning over her youngest sister, who lay on the road.

"She's alive." Charlie said, as a cry escaped the toddler's lips.

"Charlie. It hurts." Jezzabelle whimpered and Charlie looked down. Relieved that her baby sister was still breathing.

"Where, Belle? Where does it hurt?" Charlie asked.

"Her legs broken." Troy confirmed and Charlie placed her hands on the part of Jezzabelle's leg that was clearly broken. She concentrated and connected with her sister, healing the break. Jezzabelle sat up and shook her head a little.

"Thanks Charlie!" Jezzabelle grinned through her tears. She struggled to her feet, about to take off after the ball again, but Charlie lifted her off her feet and carried her to the sidewalk.

"Why are you out the front, kiddo?" Charlie asked, as the two stood in front of the Guerin home. Michelle Guerin rushed out at that moment before Jezzabelle had a chance to answer her sisters worried question.

"Oh my god! Charlie! What happened?" Michelle asked, breathless.

"Were you baby sitting?" Charlie asked, and Michelle nodded.

"I had to go to the bathroom, so I left Jezzy watching Sesame Street. I was gone for two minutes and she disappeared." Michelle said, lifting the toddler easily into her arms. Charlie understood her `cousin' concern, as she herself had lost her baby sister more then once, as she was a very adventurous toddler.

"Is she alright?" Michelle asked, checking the 4-year-old for any damage.

"We tapped her with the car and she broke her leg, but I healed it. Just a few cuts and bruises that I'll leave you to deal with before mum comes to get her." Charlie said, patting her sister on the head. Jezzabelle giggled as her curls bounced a little.

"You healed her?" Michelle looked worriedly past Charlie, toward the street.

"Yeah… Why?" Charlie asked, curiously.

"In front of Troy?" Michelle asked, and Charlie's eyes widened as the realization hit her. She turned slowly and saw her boyfriend leaning heavily against the car, eyes glazed over.

"Shit." Charlie muttered under her breath.

2 hours later, the three teenagers sat in the Guerin rumpus room, along with Michelle's father, Michael.

"You're saying that I'm supposed to believe that you're entire extended family are aliens?" Troy asked, and Charlie looked helplessly towards her "Uncle".

"It's the truth, Troy." Michael confirmed, looking none to pleased with the situation. Troy rose to his feet, slowly.

"I… I gotta go… I'll just… uh… yeah." Troy headed quickly for the door and Charlie followed close behind, frantic.

"Charlie, I gotta process all this. It's kinda of, weird, to say the least." Troy said, turning to face her. Charlie nodded slowly.

"I understand that. But, I need to make sure you won't tell anyone." Charlie said, and Troy smiled wryly.

"Who'd believe me?"

Two days later, Charlie sat across from Troy at one of the outside tables on the school campus. It was Charlie's free period and Troy was skipping Modern History to talk to her. He was in the middle of telling her how he felt when a series of popping noises were heard from the main building. Charlie stood up slowly as students began to stream from the exit 5 minutes later, screaming. Erin Guerin, Charlie's best friend, practically flew across the quad towards the two as more shots were heard, each one growing louder. Brendan, Michelle and Lexie soon joined the three of them, as tears poured down the two younger girls' faces.

"What's going on?" Troy asked, and Brendan explained that one of the school's former students had gone crazy with a gun, as police sirens sounded in the distance.

"Where's Jason?" Charlie asked, concerned for her youngest brother.

"He was in the library." Michelle said tearfully, and Brendan pulled her into a very awkward hug. Troy broke away from them and ran for the entrance of the school. Charlie called after him in alarm, as Erin gripped Charlie's arm in alarm.

"That's where the gun shots first started coming from." Erin said, as Troy disappeared from sight. Charlie spent the next 5 minutes waiting with fear written all over her face. When Jason and a few other'' appeared, running flat out, she let out a breath, relieved. When Jason reached them, the police had finally arrived. A single shot was heard and Charlie hugged Jason tightly.

"Where's Troy?" She asked, looking hopefully towards the entrance. Jason looked up with tears in his eyes.

"He jumped the guy just as we made it to the entrance. I don't if he was shot." Charlie remembered the final shot that everyone had head as her brother dashed for safety. Erin hugged Charlie tightly as tears ran freely down the two girls' faces. Kyle Valenti, the town Sheriff, ran to the group and hugged his children tightly as his deputies, fitted in bullet proof overalls, entered the building, guns raised. They emerged moments later, giving the all clear. Kyle ran into the building, Charlie following closely behind. She stood at the entrance and surveyed the gruesome scene before her, feeling as though she was going to be sick. The gunman lay sprawled in the center of the hall, his brains blown out from where he had shot himself in the head. Troy lay to the side and Charlie let out a cry as her father checked for a pulse.

"He's alive." Kyle said, relieved as his daughter ran over to him and cradled Troy's head in her lap as the paramedics arrived.

That night, Charlie sat by Troy's hospital bed, gripping his hand tightly in her own.

"You're a hero son." Kyle said and Troy smiled weakly. "Just, next time, don't act first and think later." Kyle added with a nod, leaving the room.

"That was a really stupid move, Troy Englmen." Charlie said angrily, seeing this as an opportunity to let the entire situation sink in. Troy laughed weakly.

"I love you, Charlene Valenti, and there was no way I was going to let anything happen to Jason, especially since he could be my brother in law one day." Charlie looked stunned; her mouth hung open for a minute as she processed his words slowly.

"I… I love you, too." She leaned over him and kissed him softly.

"Does that mean that I'm forgiven for doing a dumb thing?"

"If you're talking about playing hero, then no. You'll have to earn my forgiveness." Charlie grinned, and Troy shook his head seriously.

"No, the other dumb thing. For having second thoughts because I found out just how special you really are." Troy said earnestly, and Charlie squeezed his hand, tears in her eyes.

"You're already forgiven." She kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Good. Cause I'd hate to have to find another girlfriend with such magical hands." Troy said, grinning, and Charlie laughed.

"Yeah, that'd be tough."

Disclaimer: I don't own the original characters or the song used.

Category: A little bit of Michelle/Brendan and a little Claudia/Phillip

Summary: Claudia begins to realize that she's never done anything without Phillip in her life and she wonders what her life is going to be like. Michelle is going to L.A to start down the path to becoming famous, and Brendan is forced to go along for the ride.

Dedication: This one is for my sister, because I think she has a lot to learn from someone like Claudia. You can't let your life revolve around a guy. You'll have no life left when the relationship dies.

Distribution: Sure, just ask me first.

Feedback: Please God, yes!

With one light on in one room,

I know you're up when I get home.

With one small step upon the stair,

I know your look when I get there.

If you were a King up there on your throne,

Would you be wise enough to let me go?

For this Queen you think you own,

Wants to be a hunter again,

Wants to see the world alone again.

To take a chance on life again,

The unread book and painful look,

The T.V's on, the sound is down.

One long pause, then you begin.

Oh look what that the cats brought in.

If you were a King up there on your throne,

Would you be wise enough to let me go?

For this Queen you think you own,

Wants to be a hunter again.

Wants to see the world alone again,

To take a chance on life again,

For the crown you've placed upon my head

feels to heavy now

And I don't know what to say to you,

but I'll smile anyway.

And all the time I'm thinking, thinking.

I want to be a hunter again,

Want to see the world alone again.

To take a chance on life again,

Michelle Guerin sat on the back steps of her family's home, watching the sun set over Roswell. In a week's time, she would be swept away into the throws of big city life. And she couldn't wait. But, she was going to miss Roswell. She'd grown to love the city, her parents birth place. She herself had been born in Ireland, whilst her parents were living there for a year. But, the family had been living in Roswell for four years now, and it was the longest they had lived in any one place. So, it had grown on them all. Not to mention the whole extended family that came along with Roswell. She loved being a Chekoslavakian. There was just one problem with it. It meant she had to see Brendan all the time, and that was growing to be a very awkward event every time. Pretty soon they wouldn't even be able to be within a mile of each other.

Michelle was so lost in thought that she didn't even realize her sister was sitting next to her until Erin patted her shoulder.

"What you thinking about?" Erin asked as Michelle rested her head on her older sisters' shoulder.

"Ah yes. The dreaded burden of thinking about stuff." Erin said with a grin and Michelle laughed. "You're thinking about Brendan again, aren't you?" Erin asked knowingly and Michelle nodded. Of all her family and friends, the only person she had told was Erin. She was the only person she felt she could tell and not have them judge her.

"You've got to get past that, Mish. It's been nearly a year and a half since you two slept together. Mum doesn't even hold grudges like this." Erin said and Michelle frowned a little.

"It's not a grudge, so much as… Being incredibly uncomfortable with the situation." Michelle said and Erin laughed, shaking her head.

"Michelle, take my advice. Talk to him. I mean, in a week's time, it's just going to be the two of you in an apartment, in a strange city. I think it's about time the two of you dealt with the past." Erin said, getting to her feet and heading back into the house. Michelle wondered, not for the first time, the turn events had happened. She had been planning to move to L.A to get away from all the uncomfortable meetings that she and Brendan had become renowned for. Instead, Brendan had been accepted to UCLA and their parents had all decided that it would be good for the two of them to live together when they moved to LA. Much to their disbelief and discomfort, the arrangements were made and they were now the proud owners of a two-bedroom apartment in Beverly Hills. That was the plus side. The only plus side, as far as either of the teens was concerned. Brendan wasn't too impressed about having to drive so far to the University campus, and neither was all too happy about having to live together. It just brought up too many bad memories.

Claudia Evans sat on the back porch of the two story home that she rented, along with her brother Mitchell, her boyfriend Phillip Guerin and her best friend Jordan Valenti. At least, until next year, when Jordan was leaving to go to Boston with her fiancée, Matt Walker. Then it would be Claudia and the two men in her life. Something she wasn't sure if she was looking forward to or not. Ever since she had found out that her younger `cousin', Michelle, would be moving to LA to pursue her career, it made Claudia wander just exactly where her life was going. So far, all she'd managed to accomplish was being promoted to assistant manager at the Crashdown Café, which her parents owned anyway, so it didn't really mean much. Michelle was young and independent. Claudia had never lived alone once in her life, and the idea that her younger cousin was going to be living a much more glamorous life just made Claudia feel depressed. She supposed she should feel fulfilled. But, what had she done? She'd never gone to College, and she was 21-years-old. She'd only ever been with the one man. Not that that was a bad thing, but, she just wondered if there was more for her then the life she was living now. She thought about her own mother. Somehow, she'd managed to look after two babies, whilst caring for a husband and attending Harvard. It had been a tough time in her life, but she came out of it with a Diploma in Molecular Biology. Liz had gone on to be head of Molecular Biology at the University Of New Mexico. Liz had always told Claudia that no matter what life threw at you, you should always follow your heart, wherever it took you. And to always aim to achieve your dreams. But, Claudia wasn't doing that. She was in love with Phillip, no question about that. But, she wanted more from life. And she wanted to do it alone.

5 days later, the four families gathered in the Crashdown, the usual family gathering place for the Chekoslavakians, to farewell Brendan and Michelle, who's plane left the next morning.

"I can't believe you're going to be a star!" Alexandra Whitman hugged her best friend excitedly and Michelle smiled.

"I might not make it, you know. I might not have what it takes."

"And if you start talking like that before you even start, then your just admitting defeat. Something that you should never do when attempting to make your dreams a reality." Maria Guerin said pointedly, hugging her middle child tightly.

"Yeah. Have confidence in yourself!" Her older brother, Phillip ruffled her hair affectionately.

"Well, I think it's great that you're being so independent." Claudia said, and Michelle looked at her curiously, wondering what was on her `cousins' mind. It wasn't like Claudia to talk about independence and dreams. Claudia was more the type of girl who was going to end up being a housewife for the rest of her life. Not that that was a bad thing.

Michelle looked over at Brendan who was getting the same treatment from Mitchell and his younger brother Jason Valenti. Michelle wondered what it was going to be like having nobody else to talk to but him. The thought made her feel frightened. Not of Brendan, but of what might happen between the two of them. Alone. In a strange city. Where the only people they knew was each other.

"Aunt Maria. Can I talk to you?" Claudia tapped her `Aunt' on the shoulder, and Maria smiled up at her.

"Sure hon. What's up?" Maria asked, as the two went out to the staff locker room out the back of the café.

"Did you ever regret not following your dreams?" Claudia asked as she sat down on the steps leading to her grand parents' apartment above the café.

"What brought this on?" Maria asked, concerned.

"It's just, I've been thinking. I'm not doing anything with my life. Sure, I'm with a man that I love and with a family who I adore. But, when I look at Michelle, and at Charlie, who's off being a star on Broadway, I just wonder if I'm ever going amount to anything more then a simple restaurant manager in a small town. I want to get out and see the world. On my own. Because I've never done anything alone in my whole life. I'm 21. A lot of other people my age are out living life to the fullest."

"You feel stuck." Maria summed it up in three simple words, and Claudia nodded in agreement.

"Then, you should do something about it. I'm not saying you should break my sons' heart, but you should get out of Roswell. Even if it's just for a while. To see more of the world. Because you shouldn't feel like you are obligated to stay here." Maria said knowingly

"So, your saying I should-"

"Follow your dreams."

"Well. Here we are. Home sweet home, I guess." Brendan said awkwardly as he dropped his suitcase in the center of the lounge room in the spacious apartment. Michelle dragged her's through the door, as the doorman brought the rest of their stuff up on a cart.

"Yeah. I guess." Michelle said uncomfortably. They tipped the doorman and shut the door behind him. Suddenly, the room felt a whole lot smaller.

"Um. I guess we should decide who get's which room." Brendan said, and Michelle nodded. She walked into the nearest room and looked around. Brendan did the same in the second room, and Michelle shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm happy with that one, if you don't want it."

"No, it's fine. I like this room. It's pretty cool." Brendan said, shrugging as well. Suddenly Michelle burst into laughter and Brendan looked at her, surprised.

"It's just… I hope all of our conversations aren't going to be like this while we live together. That'd just be too stupid."

"Don't say you guess. You've already said it 3 times." Michelle warned and Brendan smiled.

"Hope so too." He finished his sentence and Michelle smiled sheepishly.

"Well, look it that. We actually managed to have a conversation that didn't revolve around grunts and head nodding." Michelle said, and Brendan protested.

"Hey, I don't grunt."

"Oh, sure. You are the champion at cave man talk." Michelle teased, and Brendan pretended to glare at her. He reached over and started tickling her sides and they fell onto the couch as Michelle screamed playfully, trying tickle him back. After they stopped to catch their breath, Brendan realized he was lying on top of her, and he casually sat up.

"I've missed this."

"Yeah. Me too… Let's promise not to let stupid things get in the way of our friendship from now on." Michelle said and Brendan looked over at her.

"You think it was a stupid thing?"

"Yeah. Of course. Don't you?"

"Oh yeah, definitely." Brendan said, and Michelle smiled knowingly before climbing to her feet.

"Come on. Let's get settled in."

Claudia packed her back pack slowly, only packing the basic essentials. She threw her ticket to Ireland on the top of her bag and carried it downstairs, putting her bag on the floor by the kitchen table.

"Are you sure you wanna do this, Claude?" Phillip asked sadly, and Claudia nodded.

"Phillip. I love you, and one day, I'm going to marry you. But, before I settle down here in Roswell, I need to see more of the world."

"Well, I can go with you." Phillip said pleadingly and Claudia put a finger to his lips.

"I need to do it alone." She heard her brother hit the car horn out the front and she hefted her bag over one shoulder. The two headed outside and Phillip stood with his hands in his pocket as Claudia threw her bag into the back of the jeep. She turned back to him and Hugged him tightly.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear and she smiled up at him as tears threatened to pour out of her eyes.

"I love you." They kissed softly and Claudia pulled away, climbing into the passenger side of the jeep. Phillip stood on the driveway, watching as the car drove away with tears in his eyes.

Claudia turned to face the front of the jeep and took a deep breath, preparing for the adventure of her life.

Resting Here With Me

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, we know the drill. I just don't have the energy to write one. But my name most certainly is not Melinda Metz (and as far as I'm concerned, she's the only one that matters)

Category: Charlie/Troy

Summary: I really couldn't be bothered giving one today. Sorry. You'll just have to read it.

Dedication: To everyone who reads my stories and gives me good feedback.

Distribution: Sure, just ask first.

Feedback: Do I even need this category? Of course I want feedback (just don't be mean, please?)

Charlie Valenti smiled brightly at the audience as she took her final bow. She was in her element. All her life, she had dreamed of being a professional dancer. Now she was not only a professional dancer, she was also a singer and actress on Broadway. A small town girl from Roswell, New Mexico makes it big in New York. It was her dream come true.

"Charlene. Looking good out there babe." Charlie smiled at the compliments that showered her as she walked to her dressing room. She couldn't believe she was famous at the age of 20.

"Charlie. There's some guy at the door that claims he knows you. Not unusual." Steve Williamson, her bodyguard, said as he knocked on the door of her dressing room.

"What's his name? This one might be genuine." Charlie said, brushing the hair spray out of her long blonde hair.

"Troy Englmen." Charlie leapt to her feet and whirled around as Troy stood at the door with a grin. Steve laughed as Charlie threw herself at Troy.

"Man, I wish I had your luck. The only time beautiful women throw themselves at me is to get to Charlie, and that's just a scary thought." Steve said, walking away as Charlie kissed Troy happily.

"Is this a bad time. I can meet you at your apartment." Troy said, handing her the bunch of flowers that a fan had given him at the door.

"Are you kidding? You leave this center without me and you're a dead man." Charlie said, pulling him into her dressing room and shutting the door behind him.

"So. This is what backstage looks like." Troy said, looking around, as Charlie changed out of her costume into her street clothes.

"Yeah. Glamorous, isn't it?" Charlie joked, and Troy laughed.

"God I've missed you." He said, getting serious, and Charlie turned back to him.

"I've missed you too. But, you know how hard it is for me to get away from work and everything at the moment." Charlie said apologetically, and Troy wrapped his arms around her.

"I know babe. I just wonder what happened to Juilliard and NYU?" Troy said, hinting.

"I got a role in a play that lead me to where I am today. A successful, and might I add, as rich as hell, dancer. Now if only you'd move to New York, then things would be perfect." Charlie said with a grin and Troy rolled his eyes.

"Charlie, you now I can't leave Roswell."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But, let's not talk about the bad stuff right now. Let's go get some dinner."

"Charlie, it's 10.30." Troy said, confused.

"Troy, this is New York. The city that never sleeps. Well, one of them anyway." Charlie said, grabbing her handbag and slinging it over her shoulder.

"We leaving now Charlie?" Steve asked, and Charlie shook her head.

"Actually Steve, you can have the rest of the night off. I'm sure that Troy can protect me tonight." Steve looked a little uncertain and Troy nodded.

"It's alright. Who do you think had your job in Roswell. Had to fight the boys off with a stick." Troy said and Steve laughed.

"O.K Charlie. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sure thing." The couple made their way out onto the street, where Troy's car was parked.

"You drove here?" Charlie asked, shocked.

"Yep. I couldn't be bothered flying, and I wanted to have my car here instead of waiting around everyday for a cab." Troy said and Charlie laughed.

"You learnt from last time, I take it." She said, climbing in the passenger side.

"Oh yeah. I was late for everything." Troy said with a grin. They found a Mexican Restaurant that was still open and had dinner, having casual conversations about Roswell and their families.

"Seriously Charlie. When are you coming home?" Troy asked, taking his last bite of his Taco and Charlie looked at him sadly.

"Oh, come on. You told me that you were going to come home one day. But, now that you're famous, you've forgotten all about us mere mortals back in Roswell." Troy said sarcastically, and Charlie felt stung.

"That's a little harsh Troy." She said, looking him in the eye. He looked away.

"Look, I'm sorry. But, I miss you. We all do. You barely ever call or write. Maybe once a month at the most. Charlie, things have happened that you don't know about."

"Like what?" Charlie asked, concerned.

"This isn't the place to talk about it." Troy said, and Charlie looked upset.

"What's wrong, Troy?" She asked earnestly. Troy took a deep breath.

"I have terminal cancer, Charles. The doctors have given me 3 to 4 months at the most." Charlie gaped at him.

"You're not serious…" The look on his face told her he was deadly serious.

"But… How long have you known?" She asked, and Troy looked disturbed.

"2 months." Troy said and Charlie gasped.

"Why didn't you tell me before now?"

"Because then it would be admitting this was happening to me."

"But, you look so healthy." But Charlie knew she was kidding herself. Looking at Troy now, she could tell he was anything but healthy. His skin was pasty and his hands shook all the time.

"And you drove to New York? In your condition?" She was worried now.

"I needed the time to think."

"You could have thought on a plane. Better yet, you could have rung me and could have thought while I was on a plane." Charlie said, and Troy looked at her, hopeful.

"You mean you would have given up all this to come home to me?"

"Do you even need to ask that? Let's go back to my place. I'll pack up my stuff, and then I am driving you home. I don't care how long it takes to drive to Roswell, we aren't leaving your car here, and there's no way in hell you are driving." Charlie said, getting to her feet. The whole drive back to her apartment, the only thing that was going through her mind was "Troy's going to leave me."

2 months later, Charlie sat by Troy's hospital bed; his hand clasped in her own as Troy slept fitfully. She listened as the doctor told her the grim news.