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This story is No. 5 in the series "Keys to Pegasus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: A chronicle of Dawn's activities in Roswell. Part of my K2P series, starts during Key Continuum...

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Television > Roswell > Dawn-CenteredHermionetobeFR181935,27569024,83522 Jun 102 Apr 11Yes

Mysterious Customers

Okay fine, all those who wanted it, here is a K2P – Roswell crossover (I finally watched the series). This starts during Chapter 13 of “Key Continuum” and between season 1 and 2 of Roswell.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just enjoying my ideas with Joss’ characters, Stargate family, and, of all things, the Roswell characters.

Roswell Interlude

Chapter 1: Mysterious Customers

Maria DeLuca sighed as she closed her locker in the back room. She desperately wanted her best friend back. The whirlwind of the last year had been too much for Max and Liz’s fledgling relationship. And even Michael and hers. But apparently that’s what happens when you try and have relationships with alien-human hybrids that have destinies…

She headed into the main area of the Crashdown Café. It was Thursday night and a little over an hour until closing time. Michael could be heard in the kitchen, swearing at the order he’d just messed up. Courtney, the new waitress, corrected him before taking the order to the counter where Isabel Evans was sitting.

Maria looked around the café only for her eyes to land on a young woman, probably in college, sitting in one of the booths. She had long brown hair and was wearing a dark green camisole. She wore a blank expression as she played with the sugar packets. Courtney made a move but Maria stopped her and walked up to the table.

“Welcome to the Crashdown Café, what’ll it be?”

The woman looked up, blue eyes clearing as she blinked twice. “Oh, gods, sorry…” She looked at the nametag, “Maria.”

“Could I get you something to drink while you look at the menu?”

“A chocolate shake, plate of onion rings, and an empty dipping sauce bowl, please,” she rattled off.

“Anything else?”

The woman glanced at the condiments on the table, “Tabasco.”

“Coming up,” Maria put in the order of onion rings with Michael and perched in front of Isabel. “Please tell me Max has, like, some unavoidable thing he’s got to do tonight.”

“Afraid not,” the blond replied. “I keep hoping something will distract him.”

“Speak of the love sop,” the waitress sighed as Max Evans walked into the café.

“Order up,” Michael said from the kitchen window.

Maria busied herself with making a milkshake. Putting the food, dish, drink, and silverware on a tray she went the long way to avoid Max. She put everything on the table and stood there.

“Is the guy with black hair tapping impatiently and looking this way?” the blond waitress asked.

The dark haired woman raised an eyebrow, “you mean Mr. I-Must-Brood? Yeah he looks particularly anxious to get your attention.”

A deep sigh escaped her.

“Do me a favor,” the women said, “bring me Tabasco and sit down.”

“Oh, Tabasco,” Maria made a small growling noise and stomped to the next table with the condiment and then stomped back. “You’d really think I’d never forget that.”

“Sit down,” the customer pulled her down to sit across from her. “It’s near close and it looks like if you don’t talk to me you’re stuck with the one you’re trying to avoid.”

“Thank you,” she set her order pad on the table.

“I’m Dawn,” the brunette grabbed the ketchup and mustard pouring both to half fill the dripping bowl then added a large amount of Tabasco. “I just moved in.”

“Dawn…” Maria frowned trying to recall something, “that girls’ house that just opened.”

“I hate this frickin’ town,” Dawn took a sip of the milkshake, “everybody knows everything.”

Maria’s eyes darted to the siblings, “not necessarily.”

“Oh yes,” she rolled her eyes, “that’s why you’re avoiding Sir-Doom-and-Gloom.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if my best friend would come back soon.”

Dawn nodded, “I miss my best friends too.”

“Where are they?”

“Gone,” she smiled sadly, “at least for the time being.”

“Are you in love with one of them?” Maria leaned forward.

Dawn laughed softly, “I love them all like family. But if you’re asking romantically,” she raised her left hand, “I’m married.”

“And where’s he?”

“Ronon’s at home,” she dipped one of the onion rings and took a large bite. “It’s my night out.”

“And you come to a diner?” Maria gestured.

“I needed a greasy, chocolate, and spicy fix,” she gestured to the food.

“That’s how my mom was her entire pregnancy.”

“I’m not pregnant,” Dawn pulled a long drink from her shake. “It just always sounds good.”

“I’m sorry,” Maria backpedaled, “I didn’t mea-”

“Calm down,” she brushed it off, “it’s a common misconception with weird eating habits.”

Maria watched her eat several onion rings and drink half the shake.

“Who is that?” Dawn pointed to the door, her face a myriad of emotions.

“That’s Tess,” the waitress studied the little blond girl.

“She’s trouble, big trouble…”

“What do you mean?” Maria asked.

“It’s a gift,” Dawn said absently. “So who is everybody?” she gestured to the few teenagers in the diner.

“Michael is in the kitchen. And that’s Isabel and Max. The diner belongs to my best friend, Liz’s parents.”

“Michael the one you’re dating?” she smirked.

“No. Yes. I don’t know,” she pouted slightly. “It’s complicated.”

Full, loud laugh drew the attention of Maria’s friends. “I understand complicated.”

“You’re young, married,” she stared intently, “have you ever felt like you aren’t on the same page?”

“There are times it feels like we aren’t even from the same planet,” she laughed again. She merrily ate an onion ring. It took her a minute to notice that the few people in the diner were still watching her and Maria looked nervous.

“You know what-” the waitress stood suddenly. “You know what I have to start closing up.”

Dawn eyed her a moment longer before shrugging.

Maria made her way over to the four aliens: Max, Isabel, Michael, and Tess. The look on their faces ranged from fearful to angry to confused.

“What is going on?” Michael demanded.

“Nothing,” she hissed.

“That was not nothing,” he snapped.

“Would you two stop creating a scene?” Isabel interrupted.

“She’s gone,” Max told them.

Maria looked back at the table, “Damn it.”

“What’s up kids?” Sheriff Jim Valenti asked as he seated himself at the counter.

“There was a woman here,” Maria said, “the one that just opened the girls’ house…”

“Summers,” Valenti supplied, “I remember going through the zoning paperwork.”

“Do you remember who their backers were?” Michael asked.

“A group called the Council, based out of England,” he frowned, “why?”

“She just made a comment,” Maria glared, “that they’re blowing out of proportion.”

“What was she doing here?” Max asked.

“She said it was her night out, she wanted greasy, chocolate, and spicy.”

“If you want me to question her, I can get her on the dine-and-dash,” he promised.

“No you can’t,” Courtney’s voice made them jump, “she left fifty dollars on the table, with a note.”

Maria took the money and the napkin, “’Keep the change.’” Courtney started cleaning off the table.

“How much was her order?”

“Five forty,” shook her head, “this doesn’t mean anything.”

“A tip for all the information you gave her,” Michael yelled.

“Maybe we should tell Nasedo,” Tess suggested.

“No,” Max and Valenti said at the same time, the sheriff continued, “let’s not overreact. I’ll look into it, but her files were clean. And she’s only twenty-two.”

“And she’s married,” Maria said, “running a house for kids.”

“Let’s not forget the nice guidance counselor,” Michael said getting worked up.

“Put it out of your minds,” Valenti told them, “I will look into it, discreetly.”

“We just got rid of one problem,” Max told them, “let’s not go looking for another.”


A week later she was back. Dawn Summers sat in the same booth in the mostly empty café with a book. Courtney grabbed Maria’s arm, “the big tipper is back.”

“Crap,” the blond waitress leaned to look into the kitchen. Michael was busy and hadn’t seen the woman yet. She hurried over to the table, “Hi again.”

“Hey, Maria, sorry about running off,” she gave a half-smile, “something came up.”

“What can I get you?”

“Chocolate shake, onion rings, dipping bowl…”

“And Tabasco,” Maria finished.

“Please,” she smiled.

The moment Michael stuck his head in the window his face hardened. He looked up at Maria, “I’m calling Valenti.”

“You’re making a really big deal out of this,” she huffed.

His face froze, “if you had a secret you would be cautious too.”

“That’s right,” she snapped, “but I’ve spent the last year protecting your secret.”

He pushed away from the window and headed for the phone.

“Don’t forget the Saturn rings,” she yelled. She made a shake and took it to the table with a bottle of hot sauce.

“Saturn rings?” Dawn asked.

“In case you hadn’t noticed this is a Roswell café with an alien theme,” she pointed at the menus, “everything has those kinds of names.”

The brunette bit her lip, “wow. What did he do?”

“Nothing,” she sighed, “your food will be a minute.” She went up to the counter where Courtney was.

The ring for the food came a few minutes later. She carried them over to Dawn and walked away without a word. It was not long before Valenti arrived; he made no obvious sign of knowing the kids.

“Hi,” he greeted Dawn, “I’m Sheriff Valenti.”

“Dawn Summers,” she smiled, “nice to meet you. Will you join me?”

“I’d be happy to.”

“What’ll it be?” Maria asked without any politeness.

“Coffee and…” he glanced at the menu, “a piece of today’s pie.” She walked back to the counter.

“So what can I do for you, sheriff?” Dawn asked.

Valenti studied the woman; she looked younger than her file said. Her bright blue eyes showed an innate intelligence and a fire. “Well I was wondering if I would be coming out to your house often.”

She smiled slightly, “why ever would you think that?”

“The kind of girls you take in…”

“They are alone in this world and no more trouble than the young man glaring at me from the kitchen.”

Valenti frowned and turned to see Michael doing just as Dawn had suggested.

“If he really wants to know how to scare people by doing that he needs to meet my husband,” a wide smile split her face.

“How long have you been married?”

“Not long, six months or so.”

“Or so?”

“We are really unconventional.”

“So what do you do?” he asked accepting the coffee and pie from Maria.

“A lot,” she shrugged, “mostly I help people.”

“The group that this is all for…”

“The Council?” He nodded. “My marriage caused a bit of upset – that’s what happens when you’re in business with family. I was a translator for them.”

“Incredible,” he said, “how many languages do you know?”

“More than anyone you’ll ever meet,” she grinned, “I just have a gift for it. Sometimes it just has to be put in front of me.”

“What made you choose Roswell?” Valenti asked before taking a bite of pie.

A small giggle escaped the girl, “really it was just a place on a map. My husband pointed to it and here we are.”

“Where is this husband?”

“At home,” she sighed, “I like to get Thursday night alone he likes Tuesday mornings.”

“Sounds amicable.”

“Oh, don’t misunderstand. We love each other but sitting still isn’t in our make up. This is a really slow life compared to what we’re used to. In order to keep the peace everyone has a time when they don’t have to report what they do or where they’re going.”

“Even your girls?”

“Kathy is a toddler and really can’t go anywhere. And Alicia can take care of herself,” she chuckled, “you know Les Campbell?”

“Her affinity for this town’s history is well-known,” he stated carefully.

“I don’t think Alicia could have a better friend.”

Valenti nodded. “What do you think about her theories?”

Dawn gave him a secretive smile, “are you wondering if I believe in aliens, sheriff?”

“No,” he chuckled.

“For the record,” she raised an eyebrow to him, “I do. But I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t know if we were talking to one. And goddess knows the things that might happen to them is enough to not even go looking.”

“You seem to have a definite opinion about it,” Valenti said lightly.

“I may be young, but I can guarantee you I’ve seen enough to know that sometimes the best way to help people is to stay away.”

“Interesting philosophy.”

She finished off her onion rings and shake. She shoved the money under the cup and grabbed her book. Dawn looked across the diner, “please discourage Michael from his current plan, anyone who steps into my home will be in a lot of trouble. Goodnight, sheriff.”

Valenti watched the woman smile and walk out of the café. He gestured to Maria and Michael.

“Courtney,” Maria said, “why don’t you go home? We’ve got everything covered.”

“Okay,” the blonde grabbed her stuff and headed out.

Maria let Isabel and Max in and locked the front door. Michael waited until Courtney had left before locking the alley door and going into the diner.

“Well?” Max asked.

“She knows more than she’s saying,” Valenti said. “Michael, don’t make any plans to break into her house.”

“I wasn’t.” All of them looked at him. “Okay, fine I was.”

“And she knew that.”


“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “She could read your thoughts or something.”

“Do you think she’s another alien?”

“Maybe she’s just clairvoyant,” Maria suggested. “I mean come on you guys, anything is possible.”

“Should we look into it?” Isabel asked.

“Do you know Les Campbell?” Valenti asked.

“Yeah,” Max shifted, “she was in school with us until high school. She had some pretty concrete beliefs about what happened in Roswell in 1947.”

“I’m telling you we need to find out what she knows,” Michael said.

“No,” Valenti stopped him, “you need to leave this alone unless you want trouble.”

“He’s right Michael,” Max nodded, “if we do anything it may prove we have something to hide.”

“She may be back in here next Thursday,” the sheriff told them.

“What’ll we do then?” Isabel asked.
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