Re: Shifting Realities (AU,A/I,MATURE) CH 30K 11-25-11 pg 1
Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 12:54 am
These are the fb’s for 30:J.... Yeah surprise, a new piece. 11-25-11
Tharos:
Michael will most definitely being dealing with hurricane DeLuca IF I can figure out how to write it accurately. (I would have tossed it into this part.} Oh how do Alex and Isabel even start talking about this? And I will make my comment to both you and Peter alike...
PML:
Quadrangles, who would have ever thought? Poor kids, this definitely would drive me mad... especially since they all try to deal with the worst of their problems/thoughts all on their own. They need to just TALK... I know that’s unlikely but it is what is needed.
Mary-Mary/Ginger: I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter. I hope this is enjoyed too.
Keepsmiling/Carolyn:
I feel badly for Isabel too. She is really dealing with some poor health caused by??? And then food smells themselves seem to throw her now too.
To all of you: Thank you so much for your support and continual reading of this story. I love the journey of writing... I am not so fond of the crazy RL that interferes in the midst of it.
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Disclaimer: 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, and including my own.
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 you definitely gave me some assistance in places.
And finally I will attempt to recap where we’ve been.
RECAP: Now Sunday, Isabel and Michael talked at length. He thinks she is pregnant, he told her she IS. She is just trying to make sense of everything...
We saw things from Isabel's perspective during that scene, but here is Alex's part, the same time as Michael and Isabel were talking.
Alex walked in and sat at the bar, the very stool Isabel had chosen earlier. ‘Oh this is not good,’ Maria thought to herself. ‘He deserves to know, but how in the world am I supposed to tell him this?’ She busied herself with a customer so as to avoid him just a bit longer.
Liz walked over and started with small talk, asking how he was doing, how was Mass, and if he wanted his usual order.
His answer was eerily similar to Isabel’s earlier one. No he wasn’t hungry, no he didn’t want his usual, and he didn’t plan on being here that long.
“So unless the Evans are here, Isabel is.” He said brightly... “Her mom’s car is out front. So where is she?”
Liz looked over at Maria filling a guest’s drink order. “Alex, I should warn you. It’s a normal day in Roswell. The weather is dry, the social life is dull, and...” Maria came and stood impatiently next to her, tapping her wrist as if she were wearing a watch and indicating she didn’t have time for idle chitchat. Liz scowled at her and continued, “and Maria is still crazy.”
Maria grabbed Liz’s cheeks in her hand, muttered something in Spanish and then kissed her on the cheek, “I might be crazy, but I’m righht, chica. Crazy but right... just remember that.” She added frowning slightly at Alex, as she stepped over to refresh the water glass of one of the patrons.
“If Maria is still crazy,” he added good-naturedly, “what’s she going off on this time?”
Liz rolled her eyes, “Why don’t you be the judge.” And she too quickly went to assist a guest.
An uncertain feeling started to creep into Alex’s gut... something was going on, something his best friends were keeping from him. “What is going on?” He demanded as he swiveled on his feet to watch Maria serving her guests. You’d think it was Rush hour the way they were attending to the very few patrons in the room; one elderly couple and a couple of families. No regulars at least. “Now both of you are refusing to answer me?” he shouted. As he watched them expectantly.
“Shhh, Don’t shout.” Maria came over. She gathered both his hands in hers. “I guess Congratulations are in order Alex... Maybe.”
Liz bit her lower lip. That was a poor way to start, but it was begun, time to watch it play out.
Alex raised a curious brow. “Congratulations on what Maria?” He teased, “My band? We haven’t cut a demo yet...” he chuckled. “My history report? We didn’t get the grades before the holiday and I don’t expect it to be that good... Not after the week I just had...” he fixed her with a forward stare. “So congratulations on what?” He pulled his hands free.
Liz flitted back to stand next to Maria, who was apprehensively shifting her feet. Alex caught the little nuances of nervousness.
Maria blurted out. “Isabel is pregnant. Maybe. Just a little.” Maria giggled nervously.
“WHAT!?” Alex exploded from the bar stool he was perched on. “You either are or you aren’t. There is no such thing as a “little bit” pregnant. This isn’t funny Maria. You need to pick a better joke.”
“Honey. Breathe. We’re not completely sure.” Liz was trying to calm him as he had begun to pace. “But Alex, the symptoms all fit.”
“What symptoms?” He insisted and then with the thought hitting like a sledgehammer in the next second, “Oh hell!” He cussed, panic etched on his face. He whirled to face Liz, rubbing his fingers together. “Let me see your notebook Liz, the one from Friday.”
She raced to her locker, rushing back out to the main dining room.
Growing anxiety gnawed at the young man. “Damn it!” He uttered as he read the entries. He could see Michael’s notes added to it, they had obviously discussed Isabel after he had taken her home. It seemed incontrovertible.
He ran a nervous hand through his hair, “Damn it all to Hell! My mom is going to kill me. Welcome to Siberia.”
Dream Lover by Bobby Darin started to play on the jukebox; one of the elderly patrons was playing it.
Every night I hope and pray
A dream lover will come my way
A girl to hold in my arms
And know the magic of her charms
'Cause I want (yeah-yeah, yeah)
A girl (yeah-yeah, yeah)
To call (yeah-yeah, yeah)
My own (yeah-yeah)
I want a dream lover
So I don't have to dream alone
“Just look at this Liz.” He added in panic... the pages crumpling in his sweaty palms. “Seriously my mom is going to kill me.” His voice was choking up, palpable fear was pouring from the young man. He brought his voice lower, “I mean we haven’t, not completely... not even in a dream but still, its just like I said on Friday when you showed me this book. I don’t know...”
“Alex?” Maria held him in a hug for a few seconds as he regained his composure.
He pulled from the embrace. “Is Isabel ok?” He looked deeply into Liz’s face, his hands on her shoulders. “Is she resting in your room Liz? Is she feeling alright?” The questions and thoughts fired like an automatic machine gun.
“This has happened before, to other people. I can do this.” He tried to calm himself to rationalize. “I never expected to become a father at 16, but I can do this. My mom is just going to have to suck it up; she’s going to have to understand.” He nodded as he talked to himself pacing once more. “Right...” he nervously breathed. “Ever met her?” He raked his hands through his hair nervously another time, and wheeled around to stare at his best friends yet again. “Will you either be my best girls, or Isabel’s maids of honor?”
Dream lover, where are you
With a love, oh, so true
And the hand that I can hold
To feel you near as I grow old
And before they could answer he had switched yet again. He ruffled the back of his hair, “God I knew something was wrong with her this week. She seemed to get worse by the day...” He started to mentally calculate as his fingers rapidly moved with his thoughts.
He looked down to his petite blonde best friend. “She’d have to be about a month along, that’s when we did the most of anything we ever did...” Groaning, “She’s got to be so scared... She must have just found out... How did you find out?” He placed both hands on Maria’s shoulders. “Where is she? ... We need to talk.”
Maria shook her head dolefully, “That’s not such a good idea Alex.”
“Why not?” he asked in earnest.
“Because it might not be your baby.” Maria stated quietly, her hands in his.
He exploded at her revelation for the second time, his voice echoing around the room. “WHAT!? What the Hell kind of joke are you playing today Maria?” Alex yanked his hands from her grasp. “Of course its my baby! You know that we’re in a very committed relationship... the kind that if something like this does happen we deal with it like adults. Even if the likelihood of it occurring is kind of unusual... you know... it could happen... Probably to any of us...”
Maria again touched his arm, trying to calm him; no doubt everyone in the restaurant heard that. “It wasn’t meant as a joke Alex. It might not be your baby.” She whispered.
He looked at her in utter confusion. “Then whose would it be? Isabel hasn’t been with anyone else.”
Someday, I don't know how
I hope she'll hear my plea
Some way, I don't know how
She'll bring her love to me
Pain was all over Maria’s face as she handed him Michael’s art book. “Just look at this Alex, and then tell me your verdict.”
He started at the front; he wanted to drag this out as long as possible, he knew Michael was a pretty good artist. “Key,” he said. “Dome,” and as he went through a few more pages he came upon the night he and Isabel had gathered the orb... “Thing,” he added.
“Give me that!” Maria yanked the book from his hands, found the proper page sequences and thrust the book against his chest. “Take a good look at what your girlfriend has been up to.”
His eyes wandered to the page. He stood there utterly stunned, unable to breathe, unable to move except for a slight subconscious shaking of his head. ‘No! I don’t believe this! This is all a sick joke.’ The thoughts creeping through his mind as he flipped each page slowly.
When he got to the one with the alien lovemaking and its light display, his legs gave way. He fell instantly with a thud onto the barstool, the girls helped to ease his descent. It was too much; Alex started to laugh, hysterically. And he finally uttered his first thoughts. “This isn't real. You ARE crazy Maria.”
Please don't make me dream alone
I beg you don't make me dream alone
No, I don't wanna dream
“I wish I were Alex,” tears sliding down her cheeks, “but this is Michael,” she sniffled, “Michael who drew this. Do you honestly think I would do this for a simple prank?” She wiped tears with her hands. “Alex I'd never hurt you like that, I would never do anything like this as a joke.”
His stomach lurched suddenly and he muttered, “I’m gonna puke,” as he threw his hand over his mouth and raced out of the restaurant.
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TBC...
Here is the song playing in the background of this scene... Dream Lover by Bobby Darin
Tharos:
Michael will most definitely being dealing with hurricane DeLuca IF I can figure out how to write it accurately. (I would have tossed it into this part.} Oh how do Alex and Isabel even start talking about this? And I will make my comment to both you and Peter alike...
and Peter’sWell who knows, maybe her brain is trying to tell her something her body already knows - even if she and Alex want to wait, it's time.
As me the author I say to the both of you, If only it were so easy! LOLTharos does make a good point. One of their talents is molecular manipulation. Maybe her womb is cooking something up no matter what any of them want!
PML:
Quadrangles, who would have ever thought? Poor kids, this definitely would drive me mad... especially since they all try to deal with the worst of their problems/thoughts all on their own. They need to just TALK... I know that’s unlikely but it is what is needed.
Mary-Mary/Ginger: I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter. I hope this is enjoyed too.
Keepsmiling/Carolyn:
I feel badly for Isabel too. She is really dealing with some poor health caused by??? And then food smells themselves seem to throw her now too.
To all of you: Thank you so much for your support and continual reading of this story. I love the journey of writing... I am not so fond of the crazy RL that interferes in the midst of it.
**** ****
Disclaimer: 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, and including my own.
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 you definitely gave me some assistance in places.
And finally I will attempt to recap where we’ve been.
RECAP: Now Sunday, Isabel and Michael talked at length. He thinks she is pregnant, he told her she IS. She is just trying to make sense of everything...
We saw things from Isabel's perspective during that scene, but here is Alex's part, the same time as Michael and Isabel were talking.
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Shifting Realities
Chapter 30:K
It Was Only a Dream
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Shifting Realities
Chapter 30:K
It Was Only a Dream
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Alex walked in and sat at the bar, the very stool Isabel had chosen earlier. ‘Oh this is not good,’ Maria thought to herself. ‘He deserves to know, but how in the world am I supposed to tell him this?’ She busied herself with a customer so as to avoid him just a bit longer.
Liz walked over and started with small talk, asking how he was doing, how was Mass, and if he wanted his usual order.
His answer was eerily similar to Isabel’s earlier one. No he wasn’t hungry, no he didn’t want his usual, and he didn’t plan on being here that long.
“So unless the Evans are here, Isabel is.” He said brightly... “Her mom’s car is out front. So where is she?”
Liz looked over at Maria filling a guest’s drink order. “Alex, I should warn you. It’s a normal day in Roswell. The weather is dry, the social life is dull, and...” Maria came and stood impatiently next to her, tapping her wrist as if she were wearing a watch and indicating she didn’t have time for idle chitchat. Liz scowled at her and continued, “and Maria is still crazy.”
Maria grabbed Liz’s cheeks in her hand, muttered something in Spanish and then kissed her on the cheek, “I might be crazy, but I’m righht, chica. Crazy but right... just remember that.” She added frowning slightly at Alex, as she stepped over to refresh the water glass of one of the patrons.
“If Maria is still crazy,” he added good-naturedly, “what’s she going off on this time?”
Liz rolled her eyes, “Why don’t you be the judge.” And she too quickly went to assist a guest.
An uncertain feeling started to creep into Alex’s gut... something was going on, something his best friends were keeping from him. “What is going on?” He demanded as he swiveled on his feet to watch Maria serving her guests. You’d think it was Rush hour the way they were attending to the very few patrons in the room; one elderly couple and a couple of families. No regulars at least. “Now both of you are refusing to answer me?” he shouted. As he watched them expectantly.
“Shhh, Don’t shout.” Maria came over. She gathered both his hands in hers. “I guess Congratulations are in order Alex... Maybe.”
Liz bit her lower lip. That was a poor way to start, but it was begun, time to watch it play out.
Alex raised a curious brow. “Congratulations on what Maria?” He teased, “My band? We haven’t cut a demo yet...” he chuckled. “My history report? We didn’t get the grades before the holiday and I don’t expect it to be that good... Not after the week I just had...” he fixed her with a forward stare. “So congratulations on what?” He pulled his hands free.
Liz flitted back to stand next to Maria, who was apprehensively shifting her feet. Alex caught the little nuances of nervousness.
Maria blurted out. “Isabel is pregnant. Maybe. Just a little.” Maria giggled nervously.
“WHAT!?” Alex exploded from the bar stool he was perched on. “You either are or you aren’t. There is no such thing as a “little bit” pregnant. This isn’t funny Maria. You need to pick a better joke.”
“Honey. Breathe. We’re not completely sure.” Liz was trying to calm him as he had begun to pace. “But Alex, the symptoms all fit.”
“What symptoms?” He insisted and then with the thought hitting like a sledgehammer in the next second, “Oh hell!” He cussed, panic etched on his face. He whirled to face Liz, rubbing his fingers together. “Let me see your notebook Liz, the one from Friday.”
She raced to her locker, rushing back out to the main dining room.
Growing anxiety gnawed at the young man. “Damn it!” He uttered as he read the entries. He could see Michael’s notes added to it, they had obviously discussed Isabel after he had taken her home. It seemed incontrovertible.
He ran a nervous hand through his hair, “Damn it all to Hell! My mom is going to kill me. Welcome to Siberia.”
Dream Lover by Bobby Darin started to play on the jukebox; one of the elderly patrons was playing it.
Every night I hope and pray
A dream lover will come my way
A girl to hold in my arms
And know the magic of her charms
'Cause I want (yeah-yeah, yeah)
A girl (yeah-yeah, yeah)
To call (yeah-yeah, yeah)
My own (yeah-yeah)
I want a dream lover
So I don't have to dream alone
“Just look at this Liz.” He added in panic... the pages crumpling in his sweaty palms. “Seriously my mom is going to kill me.” His voice was choking up, palpable fear was pouring from the young man. He brought his voice lower, “I mean we haven’t, not completely... not even in a dream but still, its just like I said on Friday when you showed me this book. I don’t know...”
“Alex?” Maria held him in a hug for a few seconds as he regained his composure.
He pulled from the embrace. “Is Isabel ok?” He looked deeply into Liz’s face, his hands on her shoulders. “Is she resting in your room Liz? Is she feeling alright?” The questions and thoughts fired like an automatic machine gun.
“This has happened before, to other people. I can do this.” He tried to calm himself to rationalize. “I never expected to become a father at 16, but I can do this. My mom is just going to have to suck it up; she’s going to have to understand.” He nodded as he talked to himself pacing once more. “Right...” he nervously breathed. “Ever met her?” He raked his hands through his hair nervously another time, and wheeled around to stare at his best friends yet again. “Will you either be my best girls, or Isabel’s maids of honor?”
Dream lover, where are you
With a love, oh, so true
And the hand that I can hold
To feel you near as I grow old
And before they could answer he had switched yet again. He ruffled the back of his hair, “God I knew something was wrong with her this week. She seemed to get worse by the day...” He started to mentally calculate as his fingers rapidly moved with his thoughts.
He looked down to his petite blonde best friend. “She’d have to be about a month along, that’s when we did the most of anything we ever did...” Groaning, “She’s got to be so scared... She must have just found out... How did you find out?” He placed both hands on Maria’s shoulders. “Where is she? ... We need to talk.”
Maria shook her head dolefully, “That’s not such a good idea Alex.”
“Why not?” he asked in earnest.
“Because it might not be your baby.” Maria stated quietly, her hands in his.
He exploded at her revelation for the second time, his voice echoing around the room. “WHAT!? What the Hell kind of joke are you playing today Maria?” Alex yanked his hands from her grasp. “Of course its my baby! You know that we’re in a very committed relationship... the kind that if something like this does happen we deal with it like adults. Even if the likelihood of it occurring is kind of unusual... you know... it could happen... Probably to any of us...”
Maria again touched his arm, trying to calm him; no doubt everyone in the restaurant heard that. “It wasn’t meant as a joke Alex. It might not be your baby.” She whispered.
He looked at her in utter confusion. “Then whose would it be? Isabel hasn’t been with anyone else.”
Someday, I don't know how
I hope she'll hear my plea
Some way, I don't know how
She'll bring her love to me
Pain was all over Maria’s face as she handed him Michael’s art book. “Just look at this Alex, and then tell me your verdict.”
He started at the front; he wanted to drag this out as long as possible, he knew Michael was a pretty good artist. “Key,” he said. “Dome,” and as he went through a few more pages he came upon the night he and Isabel had gathered the orb... “Thing,” he added.
“Give me that!” Maria yanked the book from his hands, found the proper page sequences and thrust the book against his chest. “Take a good look at what your girlfriend has been up to.”
His eyes wandered to the page. He stood there utterly stunned, unable to breathe, unable to move except for a slight subconscious shaking of his head. ‘No! I don’t believe this! This is all a sick joke.’ The thoughts creeping through his mind as he flipped each page slowly.
When he got to the one with the alien lovemaking and its light display, his legs gave way. He fell instantly with a thud onto the barstool, the girls helped to ease his descent. It was too much; Alex started to laugh, hysterically. And he finally uttered his first thoughts. “This isn't real. You ARE crazy Maria.”
Please don't make me dream alone
I beg you don't make me dream alone
No, I don't wanna dream
“I wish I were Alex,” tears sliding down her cheeks, “but this is Michael,” she sniffled, “Michael who drew this. Do you honestly think I would do this for a simple prank?” She wiped tears with her hands. “Alex I'd never hurt you like that, I would never do anything like this as a joke.”
His stomach lurched suddenly and he muttered, “I’m gonna puke,” as he threw his hand over his mouth and raced out of the restaurant.
**** ****
TBC...
Here is the song playing in the background of this scene... Dream Lover by Bobby Darin