Just another manic monday {{Liz}}

[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

In was about noon nearing the end of the lunch. Zan had long finished eating, and was sitting alone in the corner of his classroom, at the art center. His First Grade classroom was set up with stations, there was and art corner, a time out corner, a reading corner and a play corner. Zan if given the choice would spend his whole day in the art corner or the reading corner. Which ever had less people in it. It's not that Zan was antisocial, it's just. He's had a hard life. He was not only given up a few months after he was born, with a burning memory of his biological father, and some women his daddy loved, that was not Zan's biological mother. But his adopted father had died, and his adopted mother had gone crazy. So he was put in a boys home where he gets little to no attention. A home where bad behavior gets noticed, and the good boys get shoved to the side. It was a very large adjustment.

But he was working on it. With the help of his art, he was getting better. So while most of the other kids ate in the next room, Zan had been aloud to come back in the classroom to work on a picture he had started that morning. He was attempting to draw his earliest memory. Since his adopted family had split up, the only memory of his real family, had been that much stronger. he wanted to make sure he never forgot it, so he was drawling it. He had gotten a good portion of it done, the whole porch a rough drawling of a man sitting on the porch holding a little baby, and a women. The women had no face, no hair color, just a general outline. He was not sure about this women yet, nut he knew there was a girl there. Not his biological mother, but a girl was standing there in his last moment with his father. Zan's father was not yet fully created, just a outline, though he clearly had a face, hair, clothing even. But right now he was working on himself, baby Zan. He had added a few colors to the house, the people still being worked on, so he only had a limited of colors available.

The teacher was really busy with the other kids filing into the classroom, as the lunch period came to a close. So Zan could not ask for more colors. But Zan really wanted a light sky blue color. He already had little starts sketched out on the babies forehead, he wanted to color them in. He really wanted the blue. Really bad. And the black crayon he was holding changed. There he was holding a blue crayon with a black wrapper. As he looked down at the crayon in his hand, he let out a sigh, changing the color back to black. His little head hung low as he put the crayon on the table, and marched his little butt right into time out. He knew changing things like that in public was bad. None of the other kids did it, so he knew that it was a very bad thing. And bad boys go to time out. So that's what he did. He walked behind the teacher across the room. He knew how the timer worked, it was not the first time he'd put himself in time out, nor would it be the last. So he turned the little timer to the 6, he was 6 so he got six minutes. He placed it on the counter next to the time out chair and took a seat. His hands softly in his lap, his head hanging. How he could be so stupid as to change the color. That was a very bad bad thing he did. At least Zan recognized he did a bad thing and took the consequence.

The class was sill filing, kids running in and out, going everywhere really. Recess would be starting as soon as lunch was over. Zan often skipped the outside play, for reading time or something like that. Though once or twice a week he'd try to play with the other kids. But coming from a boys home, he was often bullied. So he kept to himself. Of course he had a few friends. But they were still eating. A young girl with long dark hair walked into the room. Zan immediately looked up at her, feeling her at the door before she came into his view. He smiled softly at her, but he saw his teacher make a beline for the new girl. Which caused Zan to hang his head once more in sadness. He was sure his teacher was going to tell this women about how he was a bad boy today. How he was always a bad boy. Without fail Zan put himself in timeout at least once a day. Sometimes more. He just could not help it, when he wanted something really bad, things happened, and that was bad. He had been told a few times that he was not bad and did not have to go into time out, but adults did not understand what he was doing, and he could hardly explain it to them.

So he'd have to suffer his six minutes alone. Which he should because he was bad. Once his timer went off he would be free to go back to his work out art. But for now, he was stuck. It was kind of embarrassing to Zan. He did not know why, but he wanted to go talk to that girl, he wanted to see her, talk to her, know her. He wanted to... be with her, he was not sure why, But he almost knew her? Kind of. She was like some kind of weird lost memory, but she would hardly want to talk to such a bad boy. No one wanted to talk to a bad boy, and right now he was very bad. Why he had to be such a bad boy today? He was not sure. But he felt a pull towards her, whatever it was he was not sure. But he wanted to go see her. But who knew what his teacher was telling her. Soon though the timer went off, he looked up at it to make sure he herd it correctly. With a small sigh he stood up, and began the walk of shame back to his art work. But not even three steps from the time out chair, he herd a women say Ouch. Zan stopped dead in his track, he slowly looked up to the women holding her finger.

[Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker]

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She wasn't sure at all what had possessed her to do this. She didn't have a class on Friday afternoons because she had seniors last so instead she got roped into covering a parenting class for a colleague who had gone on early maternity leave (go figure) and the sub wasn't going to be there until Monday. Unfortunately when volunteering to cover the class she hadn’t known they had a field trip. So technically not only was she taking a class full of juniors to an elementary school where they were to get to know a bunch of six and seven year olds...but she was also missing a half of day of her own classes to do so.

Walking into the classroom she immediately noticed the teacher standing in front of the room and went to introduce herself to the woman. She introduced herself as Mrs. Andrews (though she said if they weren't surrounded by twenty small children she would have been told to call her Jen) and then explained what they were doing. Apparently this wasn't the first time the class had been brought here so the kids already knew what they were doing and luckily for her she could just stand around and observe...two things she was quite good at.

Hearing Mrs. Andrews sigh next to her she turned her attention away from the woman, instead focusing on a little boy who had just sat down in a chair over in the corner. She saw the letters 'Time Out Corner' above the chair and furrowed her brows a bit, not having heard that the woman had sent anyone to time out. She was surprised at how adorable she found the small boy, not usually being one for kids as she wasn't around them much. However for some reason this one just called to her, like something familiar that she had long ago lost.

Walking over to where he had been sitting she looked down at the table, trying to figure out exactly why he had seemingly put himself in time out. Maybe he broke something and was scared to tell someone? Looking at the art table as it was called, she was surprised to see a half finished drawing of a man that for a moment she thought she recognized, but clearly she was losing her mind. "That's Alexzander" She heard the older teacher say and looked up. "Oh...I was just sort of...what did he do to be put in time out?" She asked, not able to help herself. The woman smiled patiently. "Nothing. He is a very shy little one and I think it comforts him to be there. He usually sits there and puts the timer on himself, leaving after a few minutes and goes back to doing whatever it was that he was doing before. He's adopted you see, here from the local boys home. He was adopted at about one years old I believe but his adopted father died and he was taken by DFS from his adopted mother after her husband died." The woman explained before walking away. For some reason this bit of information set her mind on alert, though she had no idea why it would be such a huge deal why a child was adopted. Of course it was sad, but something about it screamed at her to remember those important details.

"Ms. Smith!!!!" She heard Abby, a particularly dramafied junior yell at her and she groaned before forcing on her best smile and turning towards the red head. "Yes Abby?" She asked her. "This kid gave me this." She heard her say before she shoved the paper into her hand, cutting her finger in the process by the way and walking away, well, stomping would be a better term for it, towards her boyfriend. "Ouch." She stated with a groan, before her eyes widened. Shit, blood. That wasn't good. Not that she hated blood or anything, she was a scientist for god’s sake...however with the alien genes being more prominent in her blood stream, she had to keep her blood away from anyone who had any clues to what she was. She couldn't trust anyone...she had known that for years. Looking around for a napkin she noted the little boy had gotten up and stopped seemingly of his own accord. However her finger was still bleeding so she sat down in one of the smaller chairs with her finger in her mouth, feeling like a complete goon.

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Tag:: Alexzander ‘Zan’ Logan Hughes-Evans
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Note:: Lizzy Poo has a boo boo. I MADE A RYTHME!

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

Ouch. He repeated in his mind, replaying the last 20 seconds of his memory. It was for sure and ouch, and he knew it was from the women who had just walked in not long ago. He knew that ouch belonged to her, he knew she was hurt, and he had to go look. Turning on the spot, he made his way over to her, rather then back to the art corner. His coloring could wait, his memory had stuck with him for 6 years, it could wait a few more minutes, or hours or whatever. It would have to wait. He had to go see what was wrong. He found himself standing not far from where the lady sat. He said nothing, just kind of looked at her for a moment.

Oh yes, he felt he knew her, and he looked at her like she was distant family. Yes.... he knew her, somewhere inside he knew, he knew her. Everything about her was familiar. Yet it was like he knew her in another life or something. It was all very strange very confusing, very.... interesting. So he just looked at her sucking on her finger for a moment. It might have looked a little creepy but that's not the feeling he was trying to give off. He was just hoping if he looked at her long enough he'd remember. But lately he had been trying to forget some things. Like the image of his mother crying, her leaving. He did not want to remember her like that. He wanted to remember playing with her and his father in the park. But still... he should know this girl. He had to know her.

Not really thinking he just reached up and pulled her hand from her mouth. Pulling her hand down more to his level. He smiled a half smile and wrapped his little hand around her hurt finger. "I can help." He said, in his small little voice. His little soft spoke, quite tone. He was not sure why he was doing this, it was a very bad bad thing. But then again, he was already a bad boy. Anyway he cant recall anything about her, so maybe this would help him remember. His hand began to warm a little, and before he knew it, her cut would be gone. In that moment, the very moment that the cut was healed a bunch of flashes ran around his head.

He saw his father, young and strong smiling at this women, though a window, she was wearing a green outfit, it was funny looking with her little alien head piece. Another flash, they were hugging each other, more flashes, each one the two of them were together, though not always happy, sometimes scared but they were together. Zan watched in amazement unsure of what was going on. Unsure of how or why this happened, he wanted to let go, make the flashes stop, but that was his biological father. That was him, right there, with her. His need to get closer to his real father jumped, wanting nothing more then to be in the memory. One flash would stand out. There his memory was, in her head. Her memory was his memory. There he was being held by his biological father for the last time. A hand running over his forehead blue little stars appearing on his for head for a moment, disappearing for a second. He herd the women speak. She asked what he just did to the child. His father spoke, saying it was just a memory, and the flashes stopped. He was back in his classroom, still holding the finger of a women he had known long before all this.

She was not his mother, he knew that. But she loved his father, his father loved her. She still loved his father, he could tell, or she would not hold so tightly onto such a memory. He just looked at his hand wrapped in hers. How he wanted so bad to just go home with her, to be taken to his father. He knew his father loved him, and he loved his father very much. That memory was always there. In the middle of the night when he was scared to death but did not want to wake anyone, that memory helped him to sleep. When he did not feel good, the memory reminded him he could feel okay again. When he was lost, when he did not know what to do he would turn to that memory. It was the only memory that was totally clear, 100% reliable. It was true and familiar and it did not change or lie. He was loved, and he knew that.

Zan almost wanted to cry. He knew that healing her might have been wrong, and he'd have to put himself in time out later for that. But right now he wanted to cry. He wanted so badly to tell her what he saw, but knew she'd never understand. He wanted to hug her, and never let her go, demand that she take him to go see his father. Zan wanted so much, but knew there was nothing he could do. Little tears were beginning to fill his eyes. There was nothing he could do about that. Though he knew had he let them fall he'd only get made fun of more. He would only be pushed around more. He'd only be more unhappy. So he had to keep from crying. But he knew she would leave him, like everyone always did, and he'd be alone again tonight. Knowing that he was so close to a real family hurt. He just wanted to go back to that time on the porch with his father.

The last few weeks Zan had been pretty out of it, not wanting to be touched, not wanting to be spoken to. He just kind of wanted to be alone. Yet right now, he wanted to be hugged. So he let her hand go and he threw his arms around the girl in front of him and jut hugged her. Not knowing what he could do to get her to stay, not knowing what he could say to get her to take him home. He knew she was young, and his father had to give him up for a reason, and he'd like to know why, but just did not want to be left again. Not now, not after he lost his adopted parents whom he loved very much. this was his first and only real clue to his real parents, and he did not want to let it go. He was not so sure he could let her go, for he held onto her memory so tightly. Sure she was not really apart of his memory, but she was there, and he knew she had been. He could add a face to his pictuers now.

[Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker]

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She hated bleeding. It used to honestly not bother her until she was shot...then blood seemed to lose it's appeal. Okay, so it never really truly had an appeal so to speak but it never bothered her until she had almost completely bled out, then it scared her a tiny bit. However being a scientist she understood the importance of it so as long as it wasn't her own blood it never really bothered her. That was of course until she started developing powers and blowing things up and then it got worse when she had to run from the damn FBI. Now she knew how desperately she tried to keep herself from bleeding as she couldn't give anyone the satisfaction of finding a small minute speck of blood and putting together what she was.

She didn't notice him until she felt his small hand on hers, pulling her hand from her mouth. She looked at him and for the first time she looked into his eyes. She knew those eyes...Jesus she knew those eyes but she couldn't figure out where she knew them from. Before she could say anything she felt his tiny hand over her cut and her eyes widened in amazement as it glowed underneath his, her cut disappearing as quickly as if Max had done it himself. Flashes hit her like a ton of bricks, something she hadn't been used to as she hadn't had one in years (being that she hadn't been around Max for over five years and her visions were quite different than the normal flashes that she got when she and Max were together).

Flashes of this little boy's life sped through her mind like a slideshow. Pictures of him playing in the park with his parents, flashes of him learning that if he wanted something bad enough (in this case a color crayon that he didn't have) he could make it happen, a flash of being informed his father died (though he wasn’t supposed to hear it), flashes of being taken away from his mother, flashes of being in a strange new place with a bunch of kids who weren’t exactly the crème of the crop, flashes of going to school and being as silent as possible and a flash of a man holding him and running his hand over his head while looking down on him with more love than should be possible for one person...a man that looked ridiculously like Max.

Max...Tess...those were her eyes. Oh holy crap! This was Max and Tess' son! Wait...how...crap! That bitch lied again! Damnit! She was going to kill Tess! Okay, so she was already dead...but either way that didn't matter now. As much as she wanted to run away, she couldn't. She would admit to having felt a lot of animosity towards this particular child when she had first learned about his conception, and had been extremely jealous of him when Max stopped at nothing to find him rather than trying to work out their issues. She had been seventeen and eighteen at the time and while realistically she knew that a parents love was quite different than the love for a partner, it still hurt her. However after Tess had died and she had watched Max wrestle over the decision to give Zan up, she had fallen for the little one as well, though she hadn't let on to it. She knew it would break Max's heart even more and it wasn't about her anyway. This was Max's son...his decision...

However things were clearly not what they had thought. She knew from talking to Mrs. Evans (before graduation) that Mr. Evans had done what he could to ensure that the little one had gone to a good home but either way it shouldn't have happened. She knew if Max had known that his son had or would have powers someday then things would have been completely different. However now that she knew what the hell was she going to do?! Unfortunately she had no biological or legal claims to this little boy, but she did know that they had to get him out of here and soon. It wasn't safe...not at all.

She looked into the little one's eyes as the flashes faded and saw his eyes well up with tears. If he was anything like his father (and she had a feeling he was) he probably had flashes as well and she could tell just by the look of him that he didn't know what to do. Saying a big 'screw you' to everyone else in the room she pulled the small boy into her arms and ran her hand down the back of his head, trying to soothe him in a way that she didn't know how. "Shhh, honey. It's okay. I know. I do understand. I promise it's going to be okay, somehow." She promised softly, not noticing the other teacher's eyes as she watched the scene from across the room.

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Tag:: Alexzander ‘Zan’ Logan Hughes-Evans
Outfit:: Click here for Liz’s outfit!
Note:: Okay these two are adorable!

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

He was pulled into a hug, and that was all he needed really. It was an invitation to cry. He could feel eyes on him, but he did not care he would cry anyway. He held his eyes tightly closed, hoping his tears would not fall, but of course they managed to escape his eyelids, and fall onto her shirt. He was a good pretender, so he could always say he got hurt. Not that he'd need to, but if it came down to it, he could hurt himself, and heal it later on, when no one was looking. He'd done it before he could do it again. Kids got hurt and cried a lot, of course a lot of people did not make fun of the hurt kid, teachers made sure of that. But any other time it was alright to bag on the new guy. Not only was Zan knew, but he was a bit odd as well. Granted he was out of this world, so of course he was a little weird.

Zan had never really had a need to cry. He was never hurt bad enough to cry, he had a pretty dang good life up until his adopted father had died. Then shit hit the fan. Even then he had not cried, for he was still trying to figure out what was going on and where his adopted mother was, why his doggie was taken from him, why he lived in a house full of young boys. Why was he ignored? Why did everyone keep leaving him? Why could he do things that other kids cant? Why was he so bad because of it? So maybe questions he was trying to get answers to. Yet this here was a for sure. He knew who she was, he knew who she loved, he knew where she came from, what she was like. This women was someone constant in his life. That memory was always with him, even now, he held onto it. She was there, she was always there even if he never knew it before. She was still there, watching, supporting, helping.

He was not sure what there was to say, or how to say what he wanted to say. He wanted to just be stolen away. He wanted to be taken from the classroom and never come back. He wanted to go back to his old friends his old school his old life, only seeing as he can't have his adopted parents his biological ones should be just as good. Right? He would not understand politics and legal whatever. He just knew he did not want to leave. She was his link to a happier world, and he did not want to let it go. Clingy was the last word you'd use to describe Zan, but right now that's what he'd be. He could not let her go, not right now. All he could do was cry. This was out of the norm for a child like Zan. It was weird, strange, awkward...... but it felt right. He clearly connected with this women. That did not happen often... it did not happen ever. Last person he connected to left him.

[Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker]

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Feeling the little one's tears soak the middle of her dress she held him tighter, wanting to let go and cry herself but she refused. No, this was his time...his chance. She doubted he had cried since being taken away from his adopted mother and she wondered briefly if he had cried when he found out that his adopted father had died. She didn't dwell on the questions as she knew she would eventually get answers from him but it still broke her heart to see any child, but especially this one, in so much pain. She hated to see anyone hurt, but for some reason this little one pulled at her heart strings.

Realistically she knew most people in her position would be shunning this particular child. They would be throwing up a cross and calling him a devil child because of who his mother was. Hell most likely Maria would be calling her crazy and asking if she had bumped her head recently as she more than anyone had reason to want this child as far away from her as possible, and yet here she was holding him to her as tightly as possible, never wanting him to leave her sight again.

She knew a large part of it was Max. She loved Max and this little boy was Max’s flesh and blood, the closest thing she had gotten to Max in over five years. However that was just a small part of it, the larger part was because she felt drawn to him…in a similar way that she was drawn to Max, but in its entirely own way as well. She didn’t know how to describe it but she could feel it and the pull was strong. If she didn’t know any better she would say the pull was parental but clearly that wasn’t the case as her DNA didn’t rest in this little boy.

Feeling eyes on them she realized what a scene they were making so she quickly knelt down so she was even with him and wiped her fingers across his cheek, trying to brush away some of the years. "Hey...it's okay." She whispered softly. "I promise you, I am going to make sure everything is okay." She told him, smiling in hopefully a reassuring way. Feeling her phone vibrate in her bag which was seated next to her. Using one hand to grab it as her other one was on the little boy's shoulder she pulled it out and answered it. It was the principal of the high school she worked at telling her that the substitute teacher that had originally been scheduled to take the class she was currently in was on her way and once she was there she could leave. Thanking the man she closed the phone and looked around to find the little one's teacher. She needed to speak to him alone, so she needed to get the woman's permission.

"Hey bud, I need to go talk to your teacher for a minute okay? I promise I'm not going anywhere right now that you can't see me...but I need to ask her something, so stay right here for me and I'll be right back." She told him before heading over to the woman. "Okay, so I know this is a little weird but I need a huge favor. See, my husband and I are looking into adopting. See I can't have children and it's always been a dream of mine. My husband's as well." She told the woman, lying through her teeth (and praying Michael wouldn't kill her...Maria too for that matter). "That little boy over there...I don't know why but I just feel like he needs someone like me and I feel like I need someone like him. So I was wondering if there's any way possible as my substitute is on her way if I could take him out to the playground. I promise I'll stay right on the playground...I just want to get to know him a little bit better before I talk to my husband." She pleaded with the teacher, who smiled and nodded. She had a feeling this wasn't entirely legal but clearly the elder woman was too busy to care and simply gave her her blessings, something in which Liz was eternally grateful for.

Walking back over to the little boy she held her hand out for him. "Want to come outside with me for a bit?" She asked him, and hoped he would respond in the positive.
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Tag:: Alexzander ‘Zan’ Logan Hughes-Evans
Outfit:: Click here for Liz’s outfit!
Note:: Okay these two are adorable!

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

He really did not want to let go, but he did not have much of a choice in the matter. He was kind of pushed off, though she still kept physical contact with him. His hands went to his eyes rubbing them, he was tired of course. It had been quite the hard day. Not only was it emotional, but he hardly ever used his gift, but to not only change a crayon, heal someone and get all these flashes in the matter of 7 minutes.... yeah it made him sleepy. But he'd play it off. He was wiping his eye, trying to clear the tears. Though he never made so much of a sound while he cried, his breathing showed a clear aftermath of his tears. His face was red, his eyes a little puffy, and his chest would rise and fall in a quicker pace. He knew he'd be made fun of for all this later, but he knew it was worth it so long as he got to see her again. Got to hug her, see his real family again. Shoot get a family again. He had only been without a family for a few weeks if that, but it got harder and harder each day.

He nodded hie head as she left him standing there. Still upset, but he'd be alright. He knew that people always left him. It was the coming back part that would throw him. Everyone he loved or wanted to love, left him. It was that simple. They would never come back, that much was clear. But this women did. She was there, watched him being put into the car, she came back. But here she left again. He herd her say she'd be right back, but he was not sure he could believe it. Had she walked out that door, would he see her again in 6 more years? Zan was not sure, he surly had some attachment issues. He was not sure if she really was going to come back, but he did not want to see her walk out the door. So he did not move, he just rubbed his little eyes looking at the chair she was in a minute ago.

Maybe a minute later he herd someone come up behind him. Had he not known it was the lady, he would have figured it was his teacher. But a hand was held out for him to take and he did. One hand in hers the other still rubbing his eyes. Yes he was tired, but his eyes were just so itchy from his crying, he was just a mess right now. He was not sure what he was feeling or why. He did not know what was going on. He was still not sure he understood what being dead was. He was not sure why he could not go and see his adopted mother, or why she was in the hospital, or what a mental break down was. He wanted his puppy, he wanted to go home, he was just kind of over everything. But most of all he was frustrated. For he knew that he'd have to go back to that boys home, and she'd have to leave him. He would not understand why and it would make him angry. Anger was not an emotion Zan was used to feeling, seeing or dealing with for that matter. Even at the boys home, there was no real anger. Frustration and loneliness, being misunderstood but anger, not so much.

[Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker]

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Feeling his small hand in hers she led the way outside and immediately headed towards the swing set. She had loved to swing as a child and hoped that he did too. She thought about heading towards the regular ones but seeing a huge tire swing at both ends gave her a better idea. Leading them towards the swing she let go of his hand and ducked into the middle of the tire and sat on one edge, though not putting any real weight on it. She patted the side in front of her and motioned for him to join her. “I figured this would be easier than talking inside.” She told him, smiling as he sat in front of her, his blue eyes trained on her.

“How about we start off small?” She asked, having really no idea what she was doing so simply letting instinct take over. Before now she had no idea if she truly had any motherly or maternal instincts whatsoever, but she figured she had to have something as she seemed to not be doing such a bad job…at least he hadn’t run off screaming yet so that was always a plus in her book.

“I’m Liz…” She told him quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear her talking as she refused to lie to this little boy. “Though I go by Claudia so we got to keep my real name a secret okay?” She asked him with a playful smile, hoping he would in fact remember to call her Claudia instead of Liz. If he didn’t she’d figure something out, but it was easier to tell him early on to call her Claudia rather than try and remind him later. “Thank you for healing my cut by the way, I’m not a big fan of bleeding.” She told him with a wink.

“So your teacher tells me your name is Alexzander…but do you have a nickname that you go by? Like how my name is Liz but I go by Claudia?” She asked him, having realized after she had figured out who this little boy was that his name was pretty close to Zan so she wondered if he indeed went by his given name or if it was a coincidence. She didn’t usually believe in coincidences but then again, she didn’t use to believe in aliens either and we see how well that belief worked out for her.

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Tag:: Alexzander ‘Zan’ Logan Hughes-Evans
Outfit:: Click here for Liz’s outfit!
Note:: Sorry this was so short.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

It took him a minute, unsure of the tire swing, but when she patted the space in front of her, he climbed on it. He was a taller skinny child, so he had little trouble getting on the swing. He could remember when he was younger, his adopted father used to push him and his mother on swings at the park. That was always fun. She reminded him of his adopted mother, kind of... only with out the crazy part? Whatever that was. But he sat there, and just looked waiting for direction. Waiting to be told how to feel, what do say, how to say it. He needed some major direction, and he really was not getting anywhere by himself.

Zan nodded his head. He could keep a secret. He was really good at keeping secrets. He had quite a few of his own. So keeping his mouth closed, well he'd have no problem with that. "I have secrets too, so I can keep yours." He spoke far more intelligent then the last time he opened his mouth. He had question, but he really had no idea how to ask them. He always assumed what he did was bad, but she thanked him, which was weird. Very weird. Strange.... so very strange. But he let it go for she kept trekking right along. He nodded to his name. "People call me Zan, but you don't have to keep that a secret.... sometimes Alex but I don't want to be called Alex." He said trying his hand at being funny, though he was not sure how she'd take it. A lot of people never got his jokes. Most people just did not understand him. He was relatively normal for having all these extra abilities. But he was also very secretive, for he had to.

Not being able to help himself, he just had to jump into a question of his own. A question that was very much important. He never learned the name of his biological father, or mother for that matter. He was smart, despite being so lost in his life. "What's my biological fathers name?" He asked, not sure how much of a sour subject this might be. Shit for all he knew they were married and together. He could feel her love for his father. He had no idea what he was, why he was given up, or what. So he wanted answers, and it was better for him to gain information rather then give it. He was never very trusting. He had a few close friends, but other then that, he kept to himself. He was not a social butterfly, he never wanted to be. He knew that he had to keep some things to himself, so he could hardly make friends based off a lie. He'd rather be alone then lie to people he cared about. So it was better if she talked and he listen. He was not a fan of talking anyway, he was a much better listener.

[Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker]

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She smiled when he said that his name was Zan and that she didn't have to keep that a secret. Her smile became a bit tight when he said he didn't want to be called Alex but she relaxed it almost instantly, understanding. Zan was more than a name; it was his identity so she understood that, far more than some would. She hated being called Claudia. To her, Claudia was her grandmother. She was Liz...Liz Parker...and yet she hadn't been able to be called that for over five years...and every day being called a different name she felt as if she was losing her identity, and every day it scared her a bit more.

She was surprised when he jumped into a question of his own. She had seen his hesitation at answering any questions about himself, making her believe that while he may not know exactly what he was, he knew that he was special and being special wasn’t always a good thing. If he was anything like his father he didn't want to stand out in a crowd and being special made it almost impossible to blend in. "Max." She told him honestly, though didn't offer up a last name. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, far from it, it was just that she had to be careful. She didn't want to put Max in anymore danger than he was (not that she had any idea where he was) so she kept what she said to a minimal, but she did feel as if she should elaborate just a bit.

"You remind me a lot of him actually." She told him, smiling fondly at memories of a younger Max. Not the Max who saved her life, but the child that she had grown up with. "I've known your dad for a long time. I met him when we were only a couple years older than you. He and his sister had just moved there and they started school the first day of third grade. I remember he was really shy but he always talked to me if I talked to him first." She smiled softly, her eyes picturing the small child that her former fiancé had once been.

"You look a lot like him too actually...though you have your mom's eyes." She told him, knowing that while she may not have been the biggest fan of Tess, that she truly did love her son. She had given her life for him and while she would never forgive her for what she did to Alex (or any of them really), she would always respect what she did for her son. "You can ask me anything and I'll tell you the truth, okay?" She asked him, hoping he would only ask her questions about Max, though knew with the comment about his mother's eyes that she opened herself up to questions about Tess as well. "I knew your dad a lot longer that I knew your mom, but I'll try to answer whatever I can."

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

"Oh." Zan said. Well he got his answer. Not that he was disappointed or anything. Max was a good a name as any. But he wondered how Zan came about. He remembered his adopted father saying something about his real father naming him Zan. But they did not want to keep it, so they change him name but kept it as a nickname. Where Zan came from Max, he was unsure. He'd never herd of a name like his, which is partly why he liked it so much. Yet his fathers name was so simple. Little did he know he had taken his fathers original name, original identity. That would all come in time he figured. But still he wanted more and Liz seemed to have read his mind, for she went on.

Zan nodded smiling a little. Glad to know he was more alike his father then he thought. It was nice to hear that. He never meet them, and you could call it some kind of complex he had. So it was nice to know he was shy for a reason. Yeah it was nice knowing more, his smile got a little bigger. "What was my mom's name?" He asked, such a smile question, but it would hold a lot of meaning. "And what happened to her?" He added. Weird for a child to ask that. "I mean.... did she go away or something? Because I cant... fell her like I can my dad....erm Max." He stated, not sure that made any sense to her. But it would have to do. He did not want to give away too much information. He was still not sure if she knew what he could do and why. He was not sure he could ask that without giving himself away. "I can't... I..." He said trying to figure out a different way to put it, but he could not come up with anything with out just spitting out what he could do. Not that he could find people or anything, but he always knew where people where, not physically but mentally. He had long since lost his adopted father, like his biological mother. His adopted mother was just... not right, he could not understand what was going on with her, she was so confusing, though he knew he would be able to find her if the need was great enough, and it almost had been every few nights. But Max, his father, that was always the same. He always could feel Max, he could always feel Liz as well, though he has still not made that full connection, confusing Liz's connection to him with his biological mothers.

[Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker]

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An 'oh' coming out from Zan's mouth made her wonder if she had given him information that he didn't quite enjoy, however she didn't dwell on it. She would stick to the facts of the situation, never giving her opinion or anything of the like. It wasn't her say what had happened, it never had been. She wasn't sure how to explain Tess and Max's relationship without making all three of them sound like idiots but she figured she would deal with it when he started asking questions. "You're dad was adopted too." She told him softly, smiling in a way that hopefully reassured him. She almost told him that Max’s real name had been Zan at one time too but figured that might give him some identity issues so figured she’d wait on that.

Unfortunately his questions came sooner than she had been prepared for, but she did promise...and one thing about Liz Parker was that she always tried her hardest to make sure that she didn't break a promise. "Tess, her name was Tess." She told him softly, before sighing softly and stopping the swing, sliding into the middle of it before putting her hands on his shoulders. "Honey, Tess died when you were a baby. That's part of the reason you were given up for adoption. But I want you to know that she loved you more than life...she loved you with a fierceness that I've never before seen from her. So she may not be here anymore, but you can keep her alive in your heart. I have pictures of her I can show you someday." She told him softly; remember the pictures of everyone that she still had from their Junior Prom. She usually didn't look at them as they didn't exactly inspire good memories for her, but for him she would suffer through it.

"Zan, you can tell me anything you want... I promise I won't get scared or get mad. I can do things too you know. I haven't always been able too...but I can now." She told him with a wink.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

"Oh." He said tilting his head for a moment. Weird. So he comes from a long line of adoptions? Or at least Zan and Max had been adopted, and his aunt too, he assumed. "Whats my aunts name?" He asked curious about that too. It was at least nice to know names, so he did not have to think about faces or keep thinking about adopted dad vs. biological dad. It was nice to have a name to the face. Even if he did not have a face for his aunt, it was still nice. "And was she adopted too?" He asked, he wanted to know if she also had baby and gave that baby up for adoption, but he figured that conversation would have to come later. A lot of things would have to come later. But for now he'd get all the name and info he could. It would help him sleep at night, if anything.

"Tess." He repeated. Tess was still a relatively normal name. He was looking to know why he got a weird name. Not that he did not like it, but everyone always asked him where it came from, they asked why he had it and such. But now he can't even say his bio parents had weird names. Which was alright, he was just hoping that their names might bring him closer in the family. If they all had weird names, Zan would say it was a family name or something. But as of right now, he did not have much to connect on. He was fully connected, but he had nothing to cling to, because if his father gave him up once, what would make Max keep Zan this time around? What was different?

Zan nodded, he figured she had been dead. At least he was given up because maybe Max could not handle him alone, even know he had a sister, had Liz and had parents he assumed. But Zan was still too young to understand what having a kid meant, how hard it was. "I know she loves me." He said nodding his head a little more. Yes he said loves me. Not loved. Even if she was not here she would love him, he felt that. He could not feel that connection but he knew had she been here, she'd love him just as much as his dad does.. if not maybe more. He was not sure, but he still felt her love even know she was long since gone.

"What can you do?" He asked, again wanting to know more about her, and not ready to just give up all his secrets. Zan was a lot like his father in that way. He kept his secrets, sharing them with very very few people. He had his friends, and that's all he needed. So once he herd what she could do, he'd feel better in opening up to her, and showing her, or at least telling her what he could do. Well he'd tell her really, showing her would mean he'd have to go back into time out again. Well... unless she was the only one around... then it was not so bad? right?

[Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker]

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She smiled at the slight tilt of his head. He really was an adorable child. Then again, with parents like Tess and Max, both of whom were extremely beautiful in their own ways, it was no wonder he was so damn cute. He'd definitely be a heart breaker when he was older...or at least he would have the potential to be. She hoped that with the proper guidance he would be like Max and once he gave his heart away he wouldn't ever look back...then again...Max...no. She wasn't going there. Not the time to think about her and Max's issues...she'd think about them later as usual.

Denial was a way of life for Liz Parker.

"Isabel." She told him. "Her name is Isabel...she's beautiful. Blonde hair...well...natural blonde hair though she dyed it brown about a year before we graduated...and looks a lot like your dad. They were both adopted by their parents but are biologically siblings." She explained, not really sure how to get into the whole alien thing, maybe she shouldn't? It really wasn’t her call but then again, who else would make it? She should call Michael and tell him everything that had gone on, but then again, why should she? She had been alone for years…just because Michael and Maria happened to be in the same state as her now…should that change things? She really had no idea what the protocol for this was but she knew she had to figure it out before things went to hell and back.

Brown hair fell in her eyes as she nodded to Zan's statement about Tess loving him. She really had nothing else to say on the matter. It was no secret that she and Tess had never been friends...hell she would be the first to admit that Tess' death had shown a light through the black cloud that had hung around her for almost two years. However she wouldn't say that to a kid...especially not Tess' own child...so instead she kept quiet...knowing she shouldn't be the one to go into detail about Tess.

"I can do a few things, though not nearly as much as your mom and dad could...or your dad's brother and sister. They are all a lot more skilled than I am." She told him with a shake of her head. She could do a lot more than she had been able to when she left Roswell, but she still wasn't anywhere near as powerful as the others. "I can change the shape and color of things." She told him. Looking at the window she saw that the teacher's back was now to them and she was sitting with a bunch of children sitting around as she read. Good, she wouldn't see anything. She turned her attention back to him and held out her hand, taking off her ring and placing it in her hand. Closing her fist over it she concentrated, remembering briefly when Max had done the same thing in order to make the diamond in the first place. Opening up her hand she showed him the piece of coal that lay where her ring used to be. "See? We're not that different. I can get flashes when I connect with someone, I can sometimes see the future, and I can blast things when I get really scared or mad." She told him quietly, making sure no one was around. She hoped she wouldn't scare him, but then again, he was probably more powerful than she was with parents like Tess and Max.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

"Oh!" He said a little more excited at that information. His grandparents must be good people to adopt siblings like that. If he had a sibling he'd hope he'd be adopted with it..... did he have any siblings? Or was he the one and only. Was his parents just too young? Or was there more too it? Did they already have one kid, but could not care for a second or? So many questions. So much he wanted to ask and say and do. But now was not the time or place. Anyone could look out a window and see them, anyone could peek outside or walk on by. So he needed to watch what to say. He'd never even told his adopted parents about his gifts. Sure they had their suspicion, and that might be party why his adopted mother is crazy now. But he did not know that, or was aware of that at least.

"I have an uncle too? What's his name? And was he adopted too?" He asked, knowing the answer was yes his uncle had been adopted. But Zan was really more hinting at if they were all adopted together the three of them. Or if they were split up, and how they found each other again and what not. That whole deal. He was pretty sure he knew a chuck of the answer, but his assumptions could only take him so far. The truth would be so much better.

Zan blinked a few times. "I can too." He said, making it sound a little more like a question then a statement, but it was in fact a statement. He watched as she took off her ring, changed it to and showed him. He smiled. He'd never done something like that before, but he could change colors of things like a boss. She was an expert color changer. He could do that without even touching an object if he really wanted to. That was one thing he was extra good at, color changing. The rest, he had to work at. He had never healed someone other then himself, so he was not sure about that whole thing. He was great at keeping himself well. As for going indivisible, hes gotten a lot better at it since moving into the Boys Homes. There was a greater need to be invisible there. People left you alone when they cant see you. "I can change colors of things. I'm really good at that." He said changing the color of her dress from black to grey, to yellow to poka-dot, back to its normal grey. He only looked at it, never touched it, easy. "I sometimes don't mean to change colors of things, but they change anyway. But I put myself in timeout when I do that, because I know it bad." He said jumping right into more. He knew she was not lying to him, he saw her do that to her ring, so he knew he could talk to her about stuff like this. It was kinda of nice to share. "Oh and I've never healed anyone besides myself before.... but I guess I can heal people." He said his little face scrunched up trying to think about that more he could do.

"Oh yeah." He said and with that he dissipated. Well he was still there he was just invisible. "I can make myself invisible... and I can make things I touch invisible too." He added before reappearing. "That comes in handy a lot, because I don't like being bugged." He said. "Also I can... I don't know what it is, but I know where people are. Like I know my adopted father and my biological mother are not around. I know my adopted mother is... well she's in the hospital her mind is too jumbled for me to understand, and Max.... he's pretty close... but I don't know where he is. He's hard to read though. I don't know why." Zan added. It's not that he can tell where the person is, he just knows if they are alright, can kind of feel their energy...sort of. He knows if they are close, or far, knows if they are mentally alright, sometimes he can get strong emotions, but nothing to big. He can only do that with people he knows and loves. The ones he has a real solid connection to.

He just kind of kicked his feet a little, taking care not to kick Liz. "Can my dad do stuff to? And my mom? And my aunt and uncle too?" He asked, again knowing the answer, but he wanted more. He knew they had to have been able to do some stuff, but he wanted to know if they could do different stuff or not. He just figured Liz would be able to give him a little more info then he could gather on his own. But one question still remained. One he wanted to ask but just did not know how. He was holding back. He did not want to get an answer he did not like. He wanted to know if he'd ever get to see Max again. He was sure he'd never be able to see Tess, she was dead, gone. But Max.... he wanted to see Max again. Zan just did not know how to ask it, how to ask Liz if he could see Max, ask Liz if Max even wanted to see him. Question like that. But really... how do you ask that to someone you meet ten minutes ago.