Once again, another moment with Gloria Whitman. She is very determined to keep the kids pure, chaste, intact, whatever you want to call it.
But for some reason her heart goes out to Isabel. Is it because she is a counsellor and knows that she and Max as well had very auspicious and traumatic beginnings?
Charles’ plane is a small bit to show you another side of Gloria. She is a LOVING wife. She isn’t all hard and strict, and she does have emotions.
Gloria is nothing if not determined.
She is not raising Isabel and so yes, she did cross boundaries, but Isabel has decided to date Alex, and so she felt making her point very clear was necessary. Isabel fully knows what exactly is expected of her.
Diane isn’t the mother who can help her in this, and well Gloria is. Her mom did say she’d need another mother if she wanted to be told to wait. Gloria is that OTHER Mother.
This is very tough on her. Her mom wants her safe, so her mom won’t take to her being a young mom well. She’ll be all over her about why she wasn’t protected. Gloria will just be all over her for not making it to her wedding. Isabel chose a path of honesty. If its going to happen lets just throw it out there now.
Charles’ plane... was just one of those freak accidents that can turn things over and make you re-evaluate life ...
As always welcome for the recap.
Yeah poor Alex, he tries to tease, and Mom goes nuts. Gloria rambles about military school, and Isabel panics.
But you can see why Alex can roll with the flow with a force like Isabel, and why he has his humorous approach to life.
And Alex only said what he did to put Isabel to ease... that wrapper was what sealed his fate in this moment.
Yeah. It was a very intense and unique talk between Isabel and Gloria, and NOPE I can’t imagine that talk with ANYONE not family. But If Gloria considers Isabel family, even partially, she felt it her place to do exactly that.
Lets hope Alex doesn’t have to follow a brother to Military School.
Surprising how? That I actually forced the women to talk?
So I get a Yah Mr. Whitman? What does that mean exactly? LOL
But yeah, Mrs. Whitman was very true to form, and at least when it does happen, Mrs. Whitman says now she won’t reject her, and they’ll have a little shotgun wedding.
I’m glad you loved it.
You and I write completely opposite. LOL Your smut and my innocent kids,,, BTW I am adoring your kids’ take on mine. LOL
This chapter was meant to have some humorous edges to it, cause it was going to be slightly intense...
Believe it or not, the wrapper was the last addition. As I finished the Alex and Isabel talk and it dropped and he pocketed it, I KNEW it was the action of this scene.
Yeah Isabel who rarely laughs, who rarely shows public emotion, was cracking up. Alex was just trying to calm her down, she was nervous about talking to THIS mom. And so he was cushioning the blow so to speak. But oops, Sent to his room. Mom did not want him in her conversation. Bet you’ve never seen that approach before. LOL
Yeah, I would be mortified if I were Alex too and mom had dragged Isabel off for a “little talk.”
Yep. June 19, 1992... 18 ½ years.
You cringed? Really? Where? LOL And I’m glad you were laughing. This wasn’t meant to be an entirely INTENSE chapter, but sort of transitional, and informative but with Alex at the helm, it’s going to be funny.
Now I owe you TWO Fb’s. You slipped another chapter up on us.... quietly snuck it onto the board.
Alex will always remember this day yes... Isabel levels him with news that he might have forgotten but she has just taken to heart as fact. They get pregnant their first time. That said, how do they not have their first time too early?
I don’t think Isabel actually cares if she “fails” at some later point. She already loves her children, they are VERY important to her, somehow just having knowledge of them opened her eyes enough to search out her other Alex’s killer and get moving... and then she was somehow sent back here, they being a big reason she was... She LOVES, WANTS, and NEEDS her babies. Just not NOW!
It’s that she is going to fail Gloria that hurts her. She doesn’t want to hurt Mrs. Whitman and she certainly doesn’t want her to feel like a failure. Because She isn’t.
She is the MOTHER of the FATHER of these IMPORTANT children. She is their GRANDMOTHER. That’s already been decided and chosen too...
But its going to happen in their youth, and she doesn’t want to put Alex in that bind.
She doesn’t want Alex’s mom to think less of her. And Isabel is a girl who prides herself on her reputation. (Be it the Ice Princess or other, REPUTATION is her motivation)
And then add in the Alien Abyss later, and will Gloria still be able to accept her?
It is very reminiscent of REAL LIFE... things are seldom easy or simple. And someone always gets hurt. Lets hope the damage is minimal at best... loose shards are not fun to walk on.
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.
Title: Shifting Realities
Author: Mt Gazer/Velvet Skye
Category: CC/ AU
Rating: MATURE- ADULT
Spoilers: Four Square and Max to the Max
And to Randy, my dear husband always behind the scenes, and always an assistant in this. I tell him practically every idea that goes through my head. I LOVE YOU!!! And THANK YOU! As always. Shifting lives because of your support.
PML: Peter. This is a permanent spot in recognition of all your assistance. THANK-YOU!!! Shifting Realities is doing well with your attention to details. Thanks for all the help in this.
And finally I will attempt to recap where we’ve been.
RECAP: After a talk with Alex about sex, he dragged her to his house to talk to his mother about the very same. Gloria and Isabel had a long heart to heart. Gloria is still determined that the children wait, but she has assured Isabel that if she should become pregnant that they will have a shotgun wedding.
Dreams are in italics
It Was Only a Dream
It was Sunday April 9, 2000. There was going to be one more week of school and then they would be off for Spring Break another week.
The Evans were eating breakfast at the small table in the kitchen, Philip was reading the newspaper out loud to anyone who was listening.
On the back of one page of the paper was an ad for the Chavez County Children’s Home Talent Show to be held the following Saturday, on April 15, at the Roswell Civic Center. Its proceeds were to benefit the operation of the orphanage and to help find Forever Homes for its residents. This was one of Isabel’s volunteer projects. She and Max had briefly been housed there, when they were very young.
Philip read out loud. “Eagle Rock Military Base, closed in the 50’s after the famed Roswell incident, suffered a devastating fire on Saturday...” He continued to read the information...
Isabel asked for the paper when he was done with it.
Max teased her. “And do you know the significance of Eagle Rock Isabel?”
She glared at him. Thinking to herself, ‘What does this mean? Where are they?’
“Oh I forgot,” he added sarcastically, “You refuse to step foot into the UFO Center.” He pointed to the paper, “You are too busy in the human world with Talent Shows and other things.”
She decided to forgo her snappy comment, and stuck out her tongue at her brother.
Then turning to all at the table he added. “There’s a symbol of an Eagle on one of the pictures at the center. Eagle Rock was the military base where they secretly took the aliens when the ship crashed in 1947.” Max turned to Isabel and added as if he was the authority of all things alien. “I gather information by working there.” He shot back at his sister.
Phil said. “I appreciate that son. I think that’s smart, checking everything out that could have any significance.”
“Yeah, really smart Max.” She added in a soft sighed tone of appreciation with a tight smile.
He sent her an odd look.
Diane nodded in her understanding. Eagle Rock held special significance to Isabel. And this changed things, dramatically. But how?
“It would do you some good to come in there once in awhile,” Max continued. “You would understand how I’m trying to keep us safe all the time. Milton is the first to know what’s going on, when something is. Like that symbol in the woods.”
“But I understand,” he looked up and gave her an uncharacteristic conceding smile. He showed a small display of tenderness. “You had a terrible moment there when we were little, and you associate learning we were aliens with the alien on the autopsy table. You have a very real fear about being discovered, because you know what they could do to us.”
“Isabel. Just keep safe ok?” Max added in concern.
“Yeah.” She added briskly with a sharp nod. “That’s why I volunteer and dive into the ‘human world’ as you call it. No one would suspect a thing from a person who gives back to the community and has the role of goodwill and humanity down to perfection.”
“Speaking of which you’re going to come? Right? Dad and Mom already bought their tickets and I’m going to do some modeling with a couple of the teens, and The Whits are going to provide accompaniment for the acts that need music, as well as show off their talent. We’re going to be very busy all week with this.”
“I’ll see Isabel.”
“Thanks for considering it at least.” She added snappily.
When breakfast was over, Philip gave her the article on Eagle Rock. Which she hid in a box in the top of her closet, with the facsimile yearbook, and the newspaper from September. She put the Talent Show ad on her bulletin board.
And she got on her phone calling to make sure everything was heading in a forward motion for next weekend.
Monday morning brought school as it always did, and teachers never aware of how much activity or busyness the teens actually lived outside of its confines. Mrs. Jatzman insisted that the A.P. portion of her class hurry up and finish their extra assigned reading, for it would assist with the reports being assigned in the history classes, and of course there would be a test on it, on Thursday. The history reports were due Friday. And everything was to be completed before the break.
Of course for the week they now had to finish a book and prepare for its test. Luckily they were almost done with reading it anyway. Then they had to write a researched report and factor in practice and getting ready for the Talent Show. It was going to be an extremely busy week indeed.
After school, Isabel and Alex met at her house for about an hour, while they worked on homework.
When he asked her what she felt about the assignment, she added, “Too close to home.” And explained that if anyone got word of any of the alien’s abilities, they would have absolutely no qualms reinstating burning at the stake or other forms of execution. She would be considered a “witch” for certain. She did not, for reasons of empathy for the poor victims, put her whole heart into the report. She perfunctorily worked at it.
After that session of homework and snacks, they headed to the Civic Center for rehearsals. When neither of them was needed during the practice they worked on their regular homework assignments. A few hours later, they headed to the Crashdown for a late dinner and the rest of the homework they could complete until closing.
Teenagers, never known to get enough sleep anyways, both fell into bed exhausted after the very eventful day, looking forward to their ritual.
As they did nightly, Isabel and Alex were continuing to get acquainted in the dream realm. In this particular dream, they were having a little harmless make-out fun in a secluded glade in Frazier Woods. ‘Don’t let his mother know what their dreams consisted of however’, he mused in thought.
They were laughing and making contact with skin that according to Mrs. Whitman should be covered. They were no further than Second Base, and barely there even in the dream realm, Isabel made sure of that. And there wasn’t any removal of clothing either, not that shirts weren’t unfastened or hands exploring other safe zones of skin. She enjoyed her evenings with Alex in their own private dream haven. And as he was running a finger down her side, with a feather light touch, she was pulling his hand away in ticklish hysterics, using her other to reach into a spot on his lower ribs.
He grabbed her hands forcibly and held them securely above her head. She was trying to wrest them free, squealing in laughter all the while.
“If I let go... You’ll be good right?” His eyes were shining.
“Oh an Angel,” she smirked, her eyes registering mischief.
“Yeah I’m holding you to that...” he quipped. And he released her hands, as he pulled her closer to himself and pressed her body to his while he kissed her deeply.
She returned the passion, her left hand cradling his neck and drawing his mouth to her own. Her right hand, however, still wanting to play. It crept down his arm and waist and across the ridges of his muscles, as she found the spot she knew to be extra sensitive on his skin... and she ran her wriggling fingertips across it... he pulled back and squealed.
“You promised to be good,” he growled plyafully, pulling her close.
“You forgot one simple rule...” She snickered, “Never trust a pretty face.” She teased.
“Oh I’ll remember that Isabel... I’ll remember that.” He tickled her sides again, making her writhe away in laughter. He pulled her very closely to himself, leaning into her space for a passionate kiss.
Play time became kissing time... and as they were otherwise engaged, their little safe make-out in the woods had transferred to the desert, and neither had conjured the new setting.
But they went with it until she all of a sudden was there alone, amongst the alien writing and symbols...
Simulataneously: As he was ripped from Isabel’s arms, he found himself in another situation entirely...
He crawled out of a low tunnel into the bright light of the cloudless sky. He tried to shield his eyes with his hand, it had been awhile since he’d been outdoors. He looked into the distance and saw the shimmering of the crimson water and the outline of Dimaris Rock. No! He couldn’t waste time reminiscing about the days of fun. He had to go where he was sent, he was the only one in this group with the ability.
He slipped through the woods and kept on walking in the direction of town. ‘Should he get the food first, or the information?’ He straightened the kinks in his neck by rocking it side to side and decided to see whichever presented itself first.
He saw guards up ahead, a common site as of late. It used to be safe and free to walk around, but now, depending on who you were, you might be abducted without a moment’s notice. They guarded everything; even things that really weren’t worth protecting. But the leader seemed to have gone a little bit crazy lately.
Ah just his luck, an open-air market, a few feet from where the bored guards were standing watch. They wouldn’t be on their best alert, and he could make himself so stealthy no one would ever suspect he was there.
He slipped behind some nearby shrubs, and paused. Taking slow breaths to calm his state, he wrapped all the nearby light around himself, wearing it like a second skin. He instantly was plunged into the darkness.
This was the reason he had been chosen for this particular part of the mission, anyone could make themself invisible, easy trick. He’d been doing that since a young child barely out of the pod. But not just anyone could use their other senses to travel undetected.
He shifted the light coming into his eyes to a variant of the near infrared, the world looking strange now that he saw it drawn in heat. His hearing too he attuned to gather the slightest sounds. He would yet have to be careful, he wasn’t completely undetectable. There were still machines that could find him. But the guards.... He had nothing to fear from them now. He moved in on the market....And tiptoed behind them listening into their conversation.
“What’s this about the Campaign?” One of them asked. “He's reinstated it?” With a disgusted snort he added, “Bah, after all this time?” Spits off to the side, “Just because some stupid ancient seer babbled a prophecy, doesn’t make it so. He’s gone mad I tell you.”
The other continued, “He seems to think he has reason to believe that someone bears it, and is well concealed.”
“So who’s supposed to have the ruler’s mark this time?” The other asked, his head cocked to listen to the sounds nearby.
Alex just stopped and stood motionless, holding his breath.
“I mean we tore the worlds apart last time. And what did we find? Nothing. And what will we find this time? Again. Nothing.” He spat at the ground again narrowly missing Alex. He still listened to the sounds in the air ...
The second guard answered, “He’s touched in the head, that one. But look it pays the bills, and if he says jump... we do it.”
The first added knowingly, “And hop till he tells us to stop.” They laughed mockingly. No-one was around. It would be utter decorum, dignity, and deference if any of the royal palace guards were around. They were just talking...
Alex quickly slipped over to the food carts and sighed deeply to himself. Just a few months ago he was a carefree youth, learning things in a well-established academy in the Capital City. Now he was a common thief just to stay alive. To keep the others alive as well.
He snuck to the first cart and swiped a few of the food choices it offered. And he went throughout the others taking a bit from each... hopefully the missing food wouldn’t be detected. He tried to stagger the losses, as his shoulder bag started to bulge. When he’d filled it with the least detectable amount he slipped from amongst the town and headed back towards the woods and the secret hiding place where Mother had conveyed them all when the ruler went insane recently.
That was all the information, and food that the young man could gather this time out. Hopefully Mother would find it enough.
Still concurrent events:
She felt like someone was watching her, and her heart started racing as he whispered her name and she looked up to meet his stare.
Her body went into overdrive as if she’d been waiting for him for forever. She felt the yearning and attraction welling up in her as she stood in a limitless time, wanting him...
It was as if she’d been hit with a powerblast as everything in her tightened, leaving her drenched in desire, and passion. Her breathing altering to match the onslaught. Responding without touch to his very presence, her skin tingled and her body trembled violently, in chorus with his.
The release was gradual leaving her sweating and still vibrating as she tried to gather herself together.
Which was the state she awakened in her own bed. Still tingling and electrified. Breathing heavily as she pulled her covers up tightly, “It was only a dream...” She mumbled fearfully.
He was absolutely flummoxed and breathing heavily, trying to sort what had just happened. Staring at her, her beautiful flushed skin, as the electricity continued to course along his nerve endings...
He reached for his sketchbook, now separate from the school sketchbook, and flipped past the artwork lining its pages.
A blank page was before him as he started on her face, creating the oval shape he drew the lines of symmetry.... and positioned her large eyes equidistant apart, as he drew radiating lines from the pupils to the edges, to color in later...
Smoothing in the edges, he drew and blended the contours of her cheeks, her full lips and her light colored hair. The pencil traced, shaped and shaded as he worked carefully, in a worshipful manner.
Holding that charcoal in his mouth he reached for a colored pencil and filled in between the starred lines in the eyes, to create a rich and delicious coffee colored effect for her irises.
Her likeness from the moment of passion just shared, elegantly captured from the memory of the dream was gazing back at him.
He stared at it carefully, blinking as if to regain his senses. He pulled the pencil out of his mouth, “Isabel...” he mumbled in a matter of fact tone and slammed the art book closed in a state of ashamed confusion. Stating to himself in a tone of serious question, “It was only a dream...”
He reached for the phone...
She heard the phone ringing and dove to answer it before her parents awakened, swiping a couple of tears from her cheeks.
“Isa-bel?” He asked in a rough voice,,, “Did you?” ... He was cut off by her affirmative response...
“You OK?” He still sounded affected. “You sound different...”
‘Oh now he’s Mr. Observant, and caring... Not good.’ She thought in annoyance.
“Look Michael,” She swallowed. “I don’t know what that was ok? But THAT thing that just happened is MINE and ALEX’S alone!!! ... That is not something that will EVER happen between you and me again, not in a dream or anywhere else. It was only a dream, a One Time dream. Got that!”
“So what do you think this means?” He asked.
“Your brain is warped!” She barked out. “It doesn’t have to mean anything alright. I have Alex, and you have Maria... it doesn’t mean a thing.” She said testily, shakily.
“Because it never happened...” and she hung up the phone. Trying to stop the frenetic shuddering her body was going through, because she was scared and confused. But she also still felt the emotions of herself in the dream, and that was unacceptable.
She didn’t want to be crying, but she couldn’t help it, she had just betrayed Alex, without a conscious thought. The Soul Gaze was theirs, they might have stumbled onto it accidentally, but it was still theirs. ... And somehow, she had just fallen right into it with Michael.
She picked up her phone, banishing her tears...
Simultaneously: While Isabel was conversing with Michael...
He slipped quietly into the woods, and dropped his cloaking, still leaving his hearing finely attuned he gathered Gor’liee Flowers as a treat for the few youngsters in hiding. And he foraged other natural herbs and vegetation that could be used as foods or for medicinal purposes.
He then snuck back towards the cave. Arriving at the mouth of the sealed tunnel he sighed watching in the direction of Dimaris Rock again. How he missed his Kal’era... but they were yet unbonded, in any manner. Mother did not feel that the time was proper, with the tensions in the air as they were. He last had seen her, on a trip to the sea with other youths from their academy. A week before they were secreted away.
He slipped through the opening and began to commando crawl back into hiding. At the end of the tunnel he found himself at a low door, and reached out to knock in a rhythmic pattern, a secret code, and was admitted and bombarded with questions.
“Did anyone see you?”
“Invisibility has its perks.” he said confidently, slipping off the shoulder pack and reaching into it to find the food.
He doled out the rations, starting with Mother and the youngest, stroking the cheeks of a tiny one as he handed her some Gor’liee Flowers. Her eyes lit up. As he made sure everyone had something to eat he sat down with his amount. And reported his findings.
“What’s he looking for?” A male asked.
He mumbled, “It was something about a mark. A... a ruler’s mark.” He shrugged. “I’m sorry but I didn’t get a lot of information.”
Mother, who emanated some type of authority asked cautiously, “Was there any mention of the reinstatement of the Campaign?” She asked in a whisper as if afraid to even be asking the question.
His mouth full of something he mumbled, “Mmmeeahh,” with a nod. A partial swallow and the food was shoved to one side of his mouth. “How did you know?”
She sighed sorrowfully, as she whispered, “You are too young to remember the last time... My children died at his hands... and afterwards many of us were lost on a belief that it had transferred to another, or that she kept it somehow. It was never found. I’ve insisted we go into seclusion before we had actual knowledge of the plan. Because we are the ones he might go after. Members of certain families... If its anything like the last time, he’ll leave nothing alone. It was a very dark time in our worl...”
He rolled over and reached for his lamp, his vision still somewhat bleary from being ripped out of a dream. He noticed that his hand didn’t feel right, tingling like it was asleep, but it wasn’t his hand either as it stretched, it wasn’t human.
He grabbed the receiver before it went forth to the final ring and then voice. He then rolled back onto his pillow and rubbed his bleary eyes with his other hand. And took another glance at his fingers, five of them, waving properly in front of his face. Switching ears, he wiggled his other hand, also five fingers, and the right color too. Everything was back to normal. “What the hell was that dream?” He mumbled. And turned his attention to his usual midnight caller.
“Isabel?” he mumbled her name with a yawn.
“Alex!” she said abruptly. “ Just apologizing for losing you in the dream.”
“Yeah. No problemlo. Uh, if you don’t mind my asking where did you go? I went somewhere else myself...” he smacked his lips, opening and closing his mouth, trying to sort out the flavor, the memory of the taste....
“Nowhere. I didn’t go anywhere Alex.” She quickly defended. “I just wanted to apologize that’s all.”
“Isabel. Dumb question, but what did we eat or drink tonight? Is there anyway it was laced with acid - or something?” He teased with a chuckle. “ I just had the weirdest dream and you actually woke me up from it.” ... Spicy. It was spicy... ‘What did he eat?’
“Yeah I had a pretty weird one too. But it’s all over now. So don’t go do your worrying thing... ok?”
‘She’s not fine.’ He thought to himself. Back to Isabel duty. “You want to talk?” He availed his ear.
“Nope. Just wanted to...”
“Apologize. Yeah. I got that. No worries beautiful lady... no apologies needed. But if you need me, you know where to find me.”
“Yeah. Good night Alex.”
He suppressed a nervous chuckle. “Good night Isabel.”
‘What the hell is wrong with her tonight? Apologize? Isabel doesn’t apologize, and definitely not three times in a row for the same thing. She was definitely affected by whatever her dream was about, and doesn’t want to talk about it.’
And his dreams? Was he anymore ready to share his than she hers? He didn’t fault her. No. Something was definitely off tonight. He’d been that alien youth in his dream. He’d eaten their food, and been in that secret enclave, in that otherworld. He’d understood their language, although it hadn’t been a thing like any he’d ever heard on Earth, in nearby regions, or from what he’d heard on the Nat Geo channel or any other media source.
Alex Whitman looked over his room to find the source of the weird occurrences. He had watched a documentary about the Roswell crash right before falling asleep. Or he had his usual alien themed comics. He didn’t need anymore Sci-Fi in his life... it was enough that he was living it in his everyday. He vowed not to watch or read anything alien related before bed, and for an extra good measure, to eat something good and healthy and to take his vitamins right before bed.
He wandered into the hall bathroom for a long drink of water, and to splash water on his face to sort himself out.