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Author: Bennie
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell.
Character Focus: Liz; CC–based AU scenario
Spoilers: Minimal; up to Meet the Dupes
Summary: Liz tells a story about making new friends, learning purpose, and trusting instincts.
Author´s Note: This was written for someone who enjoys speculating about possibility and impossibility as much as I do, shares an equally deep affection for Liz Parker, and introduced me to the world of crossovers. This is probably the closest I´ll ever get to writing one, but the spirit and thrill of "little girls kicking serious ass" remains. Also, big thanks to Debbie, beta–reader extraordinaire!
The priest just sat there for a minute, desperately committing the incredible story he'd just heard to memory. He had an appointment with the bishop this very evening, which was good because now he felt a need to talk to someone, a superior, himself. And the bishop would know what to do. He always did.
Rubbing his temples and pressure points, he rose and stepped out of his side of the confessional, wincing as the bright sunlight hit his eyes.
Quietly he made his way among the pews and through an unobtrusive door nearby. As the door swung shut behind him he heard something and turned reflexively.
A small figure had followed him into the shadows. Her dark hair caught what little light permeated the thick air in this rarely used passageway, and he was suddenly reminded of an image of an avenging angel from one of his seminary texts.
"Father."
"What can I do for you, child? Did you forget something?"
She hesitated. "I wanted to thank you for listening to me," she said, sincerely. "It really helps to get this kind of stuff off your chest, you know? So you can move on."
He nodded. "I know."
"Also … I wanted to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"How did you know we call them 'Skins'?"
He paused. "You told me."
"No I didn't."
He didn't make it ten feet.
She coughed a little, waving the dust away from her face with her hand in some irritation.
"It's not like I want a body to deal with, but I still don't know how she does it."
She sighed and turned to make her way out of the church, muttering to herself.
"What can I say? I'm no Buffy."
The End
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