Category: Tess/Futuristic

Disclaimer: I don't own "Roswell" or any of the characters; I'd be a very rich high-schooler if I did. I do not make any money off of my writing, though, so don't say anything. No infringement is intended whatsoever! The quote "Fate has perfect wings", which is changed a bit here, is from a song by Deana Carter called "Angels Working Overtime". Just so I don't get sued.

Mr. Raddish belongs to Emily and Kara.

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Summary: Tess reflects on her life since her sophomore year of high school.

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The life I lead now is drastically different from that which I thought I would lead.

I took a psychology class in high school to better understand the minds of these human beings that I was always manipulating and my final paper topic was (surprisingly) on the differences between fate and destiny. I guess there was a reason for that.

After I finished writing the paper, I reread it, and finally realized what a pain I had been to those around me with all my "destiny" talk during my sophomore year.Destiny is not the same thing as fate. It never will be.

"Destiny" is what is planned to happen. Just that. Planned. It doesn't mean that it will happen; It doesn't mean that it won't happen. It just means that all you can do, is hope for the best.

Well, after I discovered how much I had messed up so many peoples' lives with my talk about "destiny", I let myself notice more around me that didn't have anything to do with my "destiny".

So, that's how I came to be here, in a small town just outside of Albuquerque, with my husband and three kids.

But you haven't heard about how I met my husband, yet.

We met during our freshman year of college. We were both psychology students at the University of New Mexico (the class in high school gave me more than just a conscience). We had a professor whose name was some type of vegetable. I think he was bald, but I don't recall much else.

Anyway, Will and I met during our first class. We were sitting next to each other in the back of the room, and we were both trying to stifle laughs about the teacher's bald head and how he kept drinking pink stuff that looked like Pepto Bismol. Apparently, the professor was perfect for the job at the University because his earlier years were spent teaching elementary school with troubled children in Roswell. Go figure.

I think that the teacher's name was Mr. Raddish, or something like that.

But that's not the point.

Will and I started passing notes during class, and really began to get to know one another.

In another year, we were dating, and after we both finished school, we got married and opened up the first psychology office in the little town in which we now reside.

After three years of marriage, Nathaniel came along, and then two years later, the twins, Alexander and Annabel came along.

Now, I'm so content living our lives here in this small place that I don't look upon my memories of high school very fondly at all. I still keep in touch with my "family", but I'm no longer attempting to ruin their lives. All of us like it better that way, too.

Here, I am away from the FBI, suspicions, and not to mention any and all alien memorabilia made by Maria's mother.

Don't worry, though, Will knows all about me. However, we plan not to tell the kids.

At least, not unless they start developing powers. Then I think that we'll have more to deal with than just patients who are trying to find their inner-hampster or whatever it is these days that they're trying to find.

So, I guess fate had more in store for me than destiny ever did.

And I'm glad that I finally gave up hoping for destiny to let fate deal me its hand.

I just wish I had seen the difference earlier.

I suppose what I heard someone say once is true. Fate does have perfect wings.

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