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By: Jen
Rating: PG ///// Category: Other
Spoilers: Only last season, probably up to Blood Brothers.
Disclaimer: The characters and events discussed in the fanfic do not belong to me. They belong to Jason Katims and the rest of the writers and staff of the television show. I am simply borrowing them.
Author's Note: This is actually one of my compositions for English that I had to do a couple of weeks ago. It's in a 'polyphonic dialogue' form, which is where you have two or more different groups talking and just jump in between the groups without really showing so, if you don't know. The polyphonic dialogue style used in the book Brave New World by: Aldous Huxley, which we read in class, is what we based our dialogues on. Hope you enjoy it!
It was a sunny, spring day in Roswell, New Mexico. It was lunchtime, to be exact. Outside the cafeteria of West Roswell High, the students were spread in masses. A serious looking brunette, Liz Parker, walked with her best friend, Maria DeLuca, a bubbly, shorthaired blond, towards a small corner of the campus area. They sat down in the shade under a tree, and continued their argument.
"I just don't know about her. The woman was at Michael's house for goodness sake!" Maria practically shouted.
"Maria! Lower your voice, calm down. You're becoming too paranoid, again! She's a guidance counselor. All she was doing was being a concerned teacher. As much as you might not want to admit it, Michael does have problems in school."
"Are you trying to imply that I might have feelings for that, that ET wannabe?"
"You did kiss him," Liz mentioned, as she took her lunch out of her black backpack.
"It was to calm me down. I was a nervous wreck. Nice try."
"What?"
"You're just trying to change the subject. Now, you don't want to get me started on Max, do you?" Maria smiled as Liz blushed. She began to take out her own lunch.
"No, uh uh, you're delusional. But please, trust me, Topolski's not an FBI agent."
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On the other side of the campus, three of the town's not so earthly resid0ents met at one of the many circular tables. The beautiful blond, Isabel Evans, envy of most girls in the sophomore class, was all ready at the table when her brother, the shy loner and leader of the three, Max, sat down next to her. He brushed a strand of his dark brown bangs out of his forehead. The two pairs of brown eyes met each other and then turned to look in the other direction. In less than a minute, their spiky haired best friend, Michael Guerin, sat down next to them.
"I don't trust her," he stated bluntly, irritation spread across his face.
"Michael, you don't trust anyone. God, you don't even trust Liz and Maria. And they've kept our secret for months now."
"Oh trust me, blabber mouth DeLuca will spill."
"No she won't," Max's voice interrupted the start of an argument between his sister and best friend, before it could get any worse. "Neither of them will. But Michael does have a point Izzy. Ms. Topolski is up to something."
***
"I'm telling ya, she's a damn alien hunter!"
"I thought so at first, too. I mean here she is, posing as a math substitute (who, by the way, doesn't know the basis of the subject) out of the blue…"
"No, not out of the blue," Maria interrupted her friend's reasoning. "It was only a couple of days after you were shot and Max healed you. That's suspicious, if you ask me."
"Okay, so I thought so too, but that's aside the point. Anyway, here was Topolski, asking all these questions about Michael, and I assume, okay, she's an agent or something, sent to investigate the whole matter. But she wasn't. Her only job was to take over Mr. Huxley's old one."
***
"Michael, there are no alien hunters. And that means a lot, considering we live here in Roswell." Isabel began to pour Tabasco sauce into the can of cherry cola that she had bought from the machine.
"Liz and I checked it out. We spied on her when she first came to town, when she was questioning us about you. There was nothing remotely suspicious about Topolski."
"She followed us to Marathon, Maxwell. If you ask me, that's taking your job a bit too seriously."
***
"But what about Marathon Liz? She was there."
"And so was the Sheriff," Liz replied, getting up for a minute to throw her apple core away. "He's the only one we shouldn't trust."
"Besides Topolski. I get chills when she walks into the same room as me. She reminds me of that vampire Darla from Buffy the Vampire Slayer."
"Maria, Darla's fictional. Ms. Topolski's real. And not a vampire. Or an agent of the FBI!"
"And a few month's ago, you were telling me that aliens did not exist."
***
"Okay, you are right about that Michael. She shouldn't have followed us there," Max said, quickly stealing a look across the campus towards Liz.
Michael turned to see what he was staring at and rolled his eyes. "Don't indulge in your high school fantasies now. We have a serious problem on our hands."
"I saw Alex Whitman today," Isabel said, not really paying attention to Michael's retort.
"So?" he asked annoyed.
"So, Michael, he told met that Topolski had come by and asked him questions about us! Maybe you are right, you know? Maybe she is more than a guidance counselor."
***
"Maria, breathe."
"And that career day stuff? What sort of guidance counselor would deal with something like that?"
"Most," Liz half-heartedly replied, her attention beginning to waver on something else.
"No, you're not getting into a staring match with Max Evans again. Chica, you are going to pay attention to me. Now!" Maria reached out and turned Liz's face towards her own.
***
"Glad you're finally seeing it our way Isabel," Michael smirked.
"I'm not fully agreeing with you. I still don't think she's FBI. But Max does have a point. Ms. Topolski is acting suspicious. Why ask Alex about us? He doesn't know anything."
***
"Remember when you lost your journal Liz?"
"Yeah, but she didn't steal it," Liz replied, remembering the events of that time frame.
Maria sighed as if she was trying to explain the simplest topic and the person just wouldn't understand. "The point is Lizzy, she went around asking questions - about your journal. That's so totally unguidance counselor like. Total FBI!"
"Whose FBI? Maria? Liz? An answer please?"
***
"Michael, we try to avoid jumping to conclusions. Okay? It's not safe that way."
"Since when has it ever been safe Maxwell? If the woman is FBI, we have to do something about it."
"Nothing drastic though, please?" Isabel asked.
***
"Alex!" Liz yelped, surprised their other best friend had overheard. He didn't know anything about the fact Max, Michael, and Isabel were aliens, or about the suspicions centering on Ms. Topolski, aside from the fact she was a guidance counselor. Maria and Liz were trying their hardest to keep it that way. They couldn't get anyone else involved in the small conspiracy. "Hi!"
"Yeah, it's me. Alex Whitman, your best friend, remember? The same one you and Maria have been ignoring and avoiding for the past few months. So, Maria, Liz, who is an FBI agent?"
***
"Not okay."
"No one!" Maria's voice rose to a higher octave.
***
"Last time you took matters in your own hand, you were arrested Michael," Isabel scolded.
***
"Uh huh, sure. I think that lie has been used up by now."
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"So? At least it lead to us finding out information on our past!"
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"You say that every time I come around. Always changing the subject. But you two can't fool me this time. I'm not that dumb. You're talking about Ms. Topolski, aren't you?"
***
"The point is, people are suspicious. Sheriff Valenti is. If, and I am saying if, you're correct, it's not good to get Topolski more suspicious about us."
***
"What do you mean Alex?"
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"You know if Maxwell hadn't healed that girl in the first place, this would never had happened. And we wouldn't be sitting here right now, discussing if that damn teacher is an FBI agent or not."
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"She came over to me. Asked me how well I really know Max, Michael, and Isabel. Why? What's going on Liz? Maria?"
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"Michael, what happened, happened. I care for her and couldn't let her die! Besides, people were going to find out eventually. Now we just have to deal with this problem, like the others we've faced."
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"It's nothing we can tell you. I'm sorry," Liz replied.
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Isabel stared silently at her brother and friend.
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"What ever happened to sharing almost every detail of your lives with me?"
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"We should continue discussing this problem, I think, as a group," Max said.
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"Look, Alex, if we could, we would. It's us. But we can't. Liz is right. It's not our problem to tell."
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"You mean with Maria and Liz don't you Max?" Michael tried not to yell. "You're just saying this cause you know they'll agree with you and then nothing will be done!"
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"You've both told me that before. If Ms. Topolski is FBI, she's been interrogating me too. And I think I have a right to know the truth then."
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"Yeah, I mean with them. Whether you like it or not, they're a part of this too."
"Fine. We'll have that group meeting and discuss Topolski. I'm leaving," Michael yelled, and grabbed his school bag and stormed away.
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"Alex, we don't know. Okay. We don't know if she is or is not. And I'm trying to tell that to Maria, who isn't listening."
"What? I'm listening. Alex, look, we'll talk to you later, okay? I have to get to class. Come on Liz," she said, dragging her away from their friend.
Alex stood there staring at the two girls, wondering what in the world they had gotten themselves involved in this time. He tried to ignore the feeling of hurt as he walked away in the other direction.
***
"Bye Michael," Isabel whispered. "Now look what you've done Max!"
"Iz, he can't keep ignoring them. And as you pointed out, Topolski's been questioning everyone, even Alex. We can't keep hiding this forever. It's just gotten too, too…"
"Complicated? Yeah, I know." Isabel stared at the two other girls leaving the tree, heading back into the school building. "I just wish we knew for certain who Ms. Topolski is, why she's here."
"Me too Isabel, me too." Max reached over and embraced Isabel in a hug.
***
Inside the school building, in the small office given to the school's guidance counselor, Ms. Topolski sat at her laptop computer, finishing her e-mail. "…Tension is building up between the six, one of them will spill soon. Just waiting for the right time," it read, "Proof of their extraterrestrial existence may be available…"
"End of report," she concluded, clicking the on send button to deliver her e-mail. Kathleen Topolski smiled and slowly began to hide her evidence in her briefcase. The official page of the FBI slowly flickered off her screen as she shut it down.