Return To The Stars by Tracy (biancaheart@yahoo.com)

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Roswell, but I wish I did....The story's kind of a tribute to "The Little Mermaid 2"

"Isn't she beautiful, Max?"  Liz said, looking at her tiny infant daughter.

"She's gorgeous.  Our little Dawn."  He hugged his wife and child.

"Are you guys coming or not?"  Michael exclaimed, poking his head in the door.  "Cheesehead's even more impatient than usual."

"Michael, I am not...the subjects are, you goombah!"

King Max of the planet Alanticon escorted his wife and daughter down the large staircase.

The throne room was crowded with subjects of the kingdom.  To the right of the large throne stood the Royal Court- Duchess Isabel and Duke Alex, Commander Michael and Councilor Maria, Lady Tess, and Sir Kyle, the head knight of the Royal Guards.  All were heroes, having come all the way from Earth and saved Altanticon from the opression they had toiled under for so long.

And now Dawn Claudia Evans, was born, promising a bright future.

Dawn was presented to the people, and people from different quadrants of the land came and presented her with gifts.

But suddenly, a damper was put on the celebration.  The holomessage screen popped down.

It was Erionsion, the ruler of Ombison, a nearby planet.

"Congradulations on the birth of your Princess.  I'm calling to see if you've made maritial arrangements for her yet."

"Of course not!"  Max declared.  "She's just a baby."

"It is the custom of roalty in this section of space to betroath their young early."

"Well, we are making a new tradition here.  My daughter will marry no one except the man she chooses."

"I don't think that's wise, King." Erionison growled.  "If you will not betroath your daughter to my son, there will be a price to pay."

"I would not want to be the one in trouble, Erionison."  Max growled.

"I'll give you time to think this over.  But I shall tell you this.  If your daughter is not my son's bride by the time she is seventeen, a great invasion will take place."

****
Later that night, Liz sat staring at her tiny daughter. She was so tiny, so fragile, so beautiful.

"Max, I'm scared.  I don't think Dawn's safe here."

"What are you getting at, Liz?"

"We need to send Dawn back to safety.  We need to send her home."

***
She looked up at the stars.  Something about the stars had always drawn her.  Especially that V shape constellation with 5 stars....

"Dawn!"  Her father called.

She came in off the porch and took off the letter jacket her dad had worn in High School.

"Sorry, Dad.  I was just thinking..."

"Honey, it's ok. But you know, you can't dwell on the stars like that."

"Dad, it's kind of hard not to be obsessed with space when you grow up in Roswell."

Her dad chuckled.  "Don't I know it.  You know my family has lived here"

"For five generations.  Yes, I know Dad."

"Smart aleck. Go help your Mom.  She's having trouble getting Scott to learn his mutiplication tables.

Dawn went to the kitchen.  Her mom sat there, patiently trying to teach Scott.  He was uncooperative.

Dawn felt a burst of jealousy course through her.  Scott looked so much like their parents.  She looked completely different from the rest of them.

Scott had Mom's blond hair, but luckily he didn't have her curly ringlets.  He had Dad's build and features.  And Scott had blue eyes.

Dawn had long brown hair, tiny, delicate, features, and brown eyes of such a weird shade that they sometimes seemed to have flecks of gold within them.

She sighed and sat down at the table.  "Do you want me to take over for you, Mom?"

"Would you sweetie?"  Her mom flashed her a look of gratitude.

"Sure."  She turned to Scott.  "Now, trust me on this, you have to learn this, because they won't let you use a calculator until High School.  Trust me, I tried to sneak one in  Mr. Raddish's class..."

***
Dawn sat down on a booth at the Crashdown.  "Man, was that a long shift!"

"You're telling me!"  Stacey Zohn,  Dawn's coworker and best friend said.  "This is murder on the feet!"

Dawn absently traced a heart carved into the surface of the table.

And she could see a teenage boy, with spiky hair carving the intials.  A curly blond sat by his side.  Across the table were a younger version of Mom, a younger version of Dad, and two dark haired teenagers she'd never seen before.

"Yo, Valenti.. You're order's up."  Todd Sherman called, breaking  her concentration.

"What in the heck was that?"  She muttered under her breath.


             Part Two