RP for complexperson

Mar 20, 2009 11:11

Liz could hardly believe she was actually home, in Roswell, let alone that she was walking with Alex Whitman. She looked up at him, still looking a little awed that he was there, alive, after all the time that had passed. She leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked arm in arm toward the Crashdown Cafe--the little diner her parents had owned since she was a kid. Her parents lived in the apartment above it, but they were out of town. She drew in a breath and fished out her house key from her jeans pocket, inserting it into the lock at the back door and turning it. She paused when she pushed it open.

Three years on the run from the FBI, from enemy aliens, and others, had taught her to be cautious. When she was certain all was safe, she stepped inside, and shut the door behind Alex when he stepped in, as well. It had been a very long time since she'd been home.

char: alex whitman

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