Yep I’d say it was a shock... and do you think she’ll take it well? Based on well everything that is Isabel? Oh the Queen of Denial.
Really? Even with the dream opener you didn’t suspect Alex?
YAY!!! Clapping.... Cool... I wanted it left as a mystery.
Hey in the show Cry Your Name, Maria did say that those two lovebirds might actually have found true love, and everyone was so wrapped up in the prom disasters that they were enduring that no one really paid attention to what Isabel and Alex did.
Babies need to be warmed up; they can’t regulate their own heat. And Amy is going to have to improvise, this isn’t the typical midwife scenario... Those babies are rather prepared for... This one is just coming whether you like it or not.
And no this baby isn’t going to wait... Isabel is in labor, it’s just a matter of time now.
Of course I stopped it there. I had to give you SOMETHING to return for didn’t I? LOL
The inspiration for this scenario is a show on Discovery Health and TLC called I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant
There are plenty of people apparently who this happens to, enough to make a documentary seres about it. LOL (and not all are first time mothers either) But I was watching and then thinking how the two seasons of Roswell between 2 and 3 seem so disjointed and far removed from each other. And then I played with the timing in my head and said yep this is possible... and started to write. So no. No asylum needed for Isabel. But she’d better wake up!
I know Isabel isn’t your favourite character. And I honestly don’t think she was trying to hide this at all. She TRULY didn’t know and was just blindsided by everything. Yes she did try to hide her night with Alex, I will give you that.... but there are reasons... (Isabel-ey reasons sure. ) but whom else are we dealing with but her.
Yeah a new reader. Welcome.
Oh honey, I WRITE intense stories... I don’t seem to know how NOT TO. LOL I hope you can handle how intense they get... My genre tends to DRAMA....
Alex has to be the most missed and loved and mourned television character I would think... Roswell is 10 years gone and these guys live in our hearts and we STILL FEEL Alex’s loss.
Jesse, Yeah. This might not have been his best move, but he’s coping.. He’s trying to make sense of everything... And I try no matter how little screentime my characters get, to make them as true to the ones on the show that they were. Thank you so much for finding me and New Years Revelation. ...
I in no way own the rights to Roswell or anything related to it. All rights belong to Jason Katims, 20th Century Fox, Regency Entertainment, Melinda Metz, WB and UPN. No infringement is intended. I am borrowing their awesome characters.
Perhaps in this part and in parts to come I am or will be borrowing some scenes, and I will borrow direct dialog and use altered dialog at times. This is how my stories play.
New Years Revelation
Mt Gazer/Velvet Skye
: Isabel. I/A and I/J
ADULT (right at the start)
Heart of Mine/ Tale of Two Parties
My muse took a dramatic detour and it gave me this. A NEW STORY.
This will be short, I don’t know how many parts but its short. It is not, nor will it become, the behemoth that is my other story.
As usual I tell Isabel’s story. This is another one entirely.
Isabel finds herself in pain one day. This is the story that unfolds from that day, and the things she learns along the way.
New Years Revelation
The airborne objects, the sudden hair changes, the sparking: Amy DeLuca felt as if she had stepped off into the Twilight Zone, and she was usually ok with the paranormal and the downright weird. Or so she had thought herself to be. She had a Psychic that she relied on for advice even...
No questions asked didn’t mean she couldn’t appease the spirits, and so she pulled the crystal from her neck and waved it around at everything as if to use as a Talisman to ward off evil... Didn’t work, as she hadn’t really expected it to, but Liz was holding the catatonic Isabel and revealing what was going on and Amy felt the need to do SOMETHING.
Since her loss of Alex, Isabel hadn’t let herself fully absorb Alex’s death, hadn’t let herself grieve his loss, hadn’t let herself learn to live without him. Instead she forced herself back into the land of “normal.” She had to. Self-preservation is the highest priority and after Tess’ betrayal was exposed, and all the circumstances that tied into those events were concealed; Isabel shut down, completely. Closing everyone out.
She wanted to run away to San Francisco for college but Max insisted she stay home. She wanted nothing to do with her family or brother anymore, and when Jesse offered marriage and Alex told her to take the offer, it seemed like a good idea at the time. She could get away from anyone who asked questions continually, and just blend into nothingness. Just to breathe again. Her parents were becoming far too intrusive and she couldn’t take it anymore. Too many secrets that she HAD to retain...
So it was easier, she decided, to remember the night with Alex never occurred, because then she wouldn’t have to remember Max stepping out of the back of the coroner’s van with Alex’s blood all over his hands. She was unable to separate the two images; they always blended into a singular event.
And now here she was being forced to remember that she had
slept with Alex, and not only that but she was about to bring his baby into the world... their baby.
The revelation of what was happening to her slammed into her mind and body simultaneously with all the force of a runaway locomotive. Isabel fell to her knees in turmoil of travail and unexpressed grief. The floodgates loosed as she sobbed for her lost love, for her lost life, for all the broken promises and the splintered dreams as her contractions came closer together.
Amy’s heart was breaking watching Isabel, the girl who seemed so tough, so poised and aloof, shatter before her very eyes... She slid her arms around Isabel and let the girl sob into her shoulders, the way she’d held her own Maria eight months ago... Isabel seemed to be feeling the grief anew, Amy observed. She had to wonder if anyone had been there for her when she lost Alex? Or was it like the labor she was going through before they had gotten there, did she try to tough it out alone.
Amy pulled the corded crystal from around her neck and placed it on Isabel’s. “You need this more than I do right now, it will help you to focus your energies. You’re going to need all the help you can get.” She stroked the teen mother’s cheek.
“I need to walk.” Isabel choked out in a whisper while clinging to the crystal around her neck. Trying to focus on any one thing. Amy supported the unsteady teen as they made half a revolution of the living room. Isabel found herself crawling on the floor again. ... “Oh God it hurts so bad...” She was sobbing, trying to sort out her feelings, but they were far too jumbled for any resolution. Sorrow would be swallowed by a contraction that needed her undivided attention, but that would lead right back to the grief over the loss of Alex. Isabel clung to Amy through the emotional and physical onslaughts alike...
Isabel was mostly sub vocalizing, making little sense as Amy held her, but her job was to assist Isabel in bringing this baby into the world, and right now that was just to hold the mourning mother in her darkest hour.
“I can’t do this alone. I need Alex.” she sobbed incoherently.
Amy comforted her and Liz squeezed her hand through the contractions, but none could see when Alex heeded the call. Isabel slowly inched to the edge of the couch and perched herself seated against the stationary object, she couldn’t move anymore. Liz pushed the coffee table out of the way, and ran to get towels to place under Isabel. The dryer was reset and she kept the rest warming.
Isabel felt soothing ethereal arms cradle her head, as her body was pulled flush against his from behind. Alex stroked the falling tears on her cheeks as he wiped at them and caressed her cheeks. He kissed her forehead, and coached her through another contraction.
Isabel’s body started to tremble and to shake as if she was shivering and she couldn’t stop it. Maybe she was cold, she couldn’t be so sure anymore.
“I never meant for it to be like this.” He said guiltily. “The day I died, I watched Max as he tried to heal me. But I was already gone Isabel. And I watched what it did to you when he couldn’t. I saw you break apart Isabel, and I couldn’t be there for you anymore. I couldn’t fix it. I left you with broken promises and shattered dreams.” Alex was crying now too, “I never meant to.” His hands wandered across her engorged breasts. “God you’re so beautiful...” his thoughts wandered momentarily.
“UNNGGG,,,” she moaned.... as he coached her through another.
“I don’t break my promises Isabel. I meant everything on prom night, and...” he whispered huskily in her ear, “and...”
Isabel’s mind flashed with ephemeral images of their little trysts, a sad smile passed fleetingly across the corners of her mouth in remembrance. Alex continued, “We bonded through our lovemaking, cemented. You’re a part of me and I’m a part of you. You’re mine forever. You know it and I know it. It’s why you can see me, (not the only reason of course) but it’s why I turn up when you need me... I’m always going to be around. You just can’t get rid of me that easily.” He teased.
“UUHHHNNGG..” Isabel’s body was transitioning into the final stages, her shaking never subsiding, all the noises around her heightened, and her moans were mingled with grief and low levels of screaming... She was clinging to the crystal around her neck and trying to process the barrage of information coming from Alex.
“I only had one promise left that I could keep... we’d not graduate together or get married after high school... Your defenses were down, your protective barrier had slipped and so I used the power of our love (our bond) and a little knowledge about biology, yours in particular...”
“UUNNGGHH...” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as Alex reminded her of his death and all their crushed dreams. She secretly had wished that she were pregnant, once. That night. She needed him so badly ... but afterwards she never regarded it as a possibility.
“You were clinging to our bond. So desperate to have me back. So devastated. So shattered. I just couldn’t leave you like that. Alone. Empty. And so I willed this into existence. Your body merely responded.” His hands roamed down to her stomach, “A little sperm, a little egg and bada bing... bada boom... Magic.” He whispered into her ear as he kissed her. His soft eyes twinkling while shimmering with crystalline tears. His hands were pressing downward on her abdomen in rhythm with the baby’s descent, attuned to his child’s every movement.
“AUUUGGHHH... There’s nothing magical about this!!” ... she screamed.
“Ok, you’re doing just fine, honey.” Amy was sitting before her coaching her during her contractions, she’d already examined her and Isabel was fully dilated and effaced; ready whenever her body was.
Isabel was passing out every few seconds; the contractions were duration of thirty seconds and were coming at a minute apart. ... She would come back to life during another round of pain... Liz was assisting in any way possible, sometimes tightly gripping to one of her hands, sometimes wiping the cascading tears from her cheek.
“It’s why I gave you our baby in the first place, to give you a reason to live, you were so broken my love. ... But until you went into labor today, I thought you’d lost her Isabel.” Alex was emotional. “Even you didn’t know you were pregnant, and she’s right here, in you...” He placed Isabel’s hands on her stomach under his and let her feel as her body tightened and released, let her feel the contractions,,, as he coached her through another round.
“And so I told you to marry Jesse, because he did make you happy. Because you NEEDED someone.” Alex stated. And I couldn’t be the one; I couldn’t be there for you anymore. I was doing you no good; holding on to me was doing you no good... You were stopping your life! Going nowhere and so you had to move on. You had to get past me... I never thought today was going to happen. I never meant it to be like this...”
“I miss you.” She cried out to him... as another contraction hit.
Max and Maria drove up in the Chevelle singing “Alive” by POD into the air from the open topped car as they encountered the little snow flurries that seemed to be localized to their region of Roswell. Sure Maria was cold but she was having too much fun to care.
Maria ~Sunshine upon my face
A new song for me to sing
Max~ Tell the world how I feel inside
Even though it might cost me everything.
Maria~ And now that I know this
Will be outta control this
I can never turn my back away
Max~ Now that I see you
I can never look away
Max and Maria took the chorus together as they came upon the door to the Ramirez residence.
I, I feel so alive
For the very first time
I can't deny You
I feel so alive
A very elated Max and Maria donned in all the finery of the rave, glow necklaces, noisemakers, and new years hats, arms around each other’s shoulder; blew through the door high on life, singing “Alive” at the top of their lungs.
They knew something was going on with Isabel. But their spirits couldn’t be dampened; they had needed this night away from everything. Kyle had found them as they drove back into town and escorted them to the Ramirez residence having said little about what they were going to find, just that they had to get to Isabel quickly and to follow him. They didn’t yet know that Isabel was in labor. Not that Kyle himself knew.
Amy looked up at the noisy trio and shushed them...
“Mom?” Maria asked in absolute confusion as she heard Amy’s voice...as she came over closer to investigate. Isabel was still a mixture of tears and travail. Sweaty, sparking like Michael had last night, and feverish. And her mother was delivering a baby
? Of course that’s what she was doing here she’d been taking those midwife classes...
Max caught Alex’s eye... Alex nodded his signature gesture of hi, and said... “Little busy right now.” And he pushed on Isabel’s belly, following his child... whispering something in his love’s ear.
Maria ran to get a blanket from the closet to cover Isabel for privacy. With everyone turning up at the house now, Isabel was far too exposed. Maria draped it over her and then she got a cool wet cloth to wipe Isabel’s fevered brow. She knelt down next to her friend... “Why didn’t you tell us? Where’s Jesse?” She wiped Isabel’s brow...
Liz let go Isabel’s hand for the moment and started making the hand over hand stop gesture... and glared at Maria... “ Go sniff some Cedar Oil Maria,” Liz growled testily... “You haven’t been here...”
“Godd AL-EX!!! What the fucking hell did you do to meee!?!?!?” Isabel screamed...as her body demanded the first urge to push ... “I have to pee. I have to pee.” She whined as she wriggled frantically and uncomfortably. Somehow that feeling had overtaken all the others.
Amy nodded, “Give me a second then. I’ll help you up if it is possible but I have to examine you first.”
So Amy checked her, surprised to find the baby already in position. “You’re ready Isabel, your baby is almost here... Just go with that feeling.”
Alex massaged her stomach.
“That’s it...” Amy worked as she talked, “Start pushing with your next contraction. You’re doing great honey...”
“I’m right here.” Alex stroked her cheek... I’m not going anywhere... I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
“Baby’s coming ...” Amy mentioned. “Maria go fetch a mirror from her room.” She looked to the young mother, “Do you want to watch this honey?” Amy questioned.
Isabel shook her head distastefully. It was messy and bloody and gross, and beyond PAINFUL,, no she didn’t want to WATCH. What sick person would?
Alex spoke to her... “For me Isabel. I want to share it with you; I want you to see what I’m seeing. It’s so incredibly amazing... This is the only time we will ever have to share in this moment...”
Isabel’s tears renewed at the sting of the truth in his words, but she nodded to Amy... and Maria handed Liz the mirror and ran out of the house... it was too much for her at the moment.
Isabel screamed again... as the door was closing.
“One night off... all I asked was one night off of the alien abyss ... is that too much to ask??” Maria demanded of the snowy air... “But no!!!... Isabel has to go and have a baby with all the Czechoslovakian fireworks that
entails.” ... She started to frantically sniff the vial of oil trying to calm herself... “Oh my God,” she chanted repeatedly as she wrapped her mind around her words.. “Isabel’s having a baby
? She asked herself in confusion.
Inside the house Isabel heard her... her senses were still on the fritz and she attempted to answer Maria’s comment... “It wasn’t exactly my choi---“
“Ok I see the head,” Amy volunteered while Isabel was squeezing Liz’s hand as her body bore down and pushing commenced...
Isabel was about ready to crawl out of her own skin from all the exertion and pain, but Alex was a calming force, “She’s coming Isabel...” Alex stroked her brow ever the perfect labor partner as he held her stomach and assisted her with breathing... “With me, you can do it, “He, He, He Hoo,” he gave three short breaths followed by a long one, as Isabel repeatedly imitated his actions.
In the physical world, be it noted that Max and Liz were sitting on opposite sides of Isabel each breathing in the Lamaze rhythmic style with her and each holding a tightly gripping hand as Isabel strained forward and pushed with all the strength she possessed... She was surrounded by people who loved her and was not alone.
Amy made sure Liz continued to hold the mirror in her free hand as she readied Isabel for the final act. She told Isabel that with her next contraction to give it everything she had, one last contraction, one last push and she’d be holding her new baby in her arms.
Isabel and Alex jointly shared in the powerful moment as they watched their daughter enter the world, arriving all petite and pink and perfectly precious...
Alive by P.O.D.
I used verse 2 for the song... but I think the whole song fits in its own ways for this entire chapter, so as I like to use music when possible. Enjoy.