It has been ONE MONTH Exactly since I last posted a part to this. And this is a special day. It is mine and my husband’s 20 Year Anniversary. The song I choose for this … (yes I am a song person) Still the One by Shania Twain.
But on with the story and the Feedbacks
Thanks again for the vote of confidence. All you want is more? It took a month, and school had to get out but… it is time for MORE!!! I’m sure you’ll want more again when this is over… LOL
WELCOME BACK! I am so pleased to have an old reader return.. Somehow for some of us, Roswell has staying power. We leave and are drawn back or we never fully leave. LOL
The Whitmans, well Gloria in particular, have been handed quite a blow, but she snapped. Just entirely snapped when she saw Isabel. There is yet more of Isabel’s life to learn… Poor girl.
I hope that this makes sense to you as to WHY Isabel didn’t help search for the truth in Alex’s killing. A very long road indeed has she got. And Departure. Sucked. Big time.
This part follows that….
Good to see you again. We’re still sharing flashes… Isabel is telling ALL. She really is living by the throw of the dice… But she is unable to stop the perpetual motion now.
And so it goes… Round three. More flashes. What else is there to learn? Oh plenty. And yes, Isabel never opens up this much, so I too wonder what the others must be thinking. For some it confirms a suspicion most likely, for others it is a total shock, and for Gloria? We’ll just have to sort that out won’t we?
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 – From which this story was birthed.
I have used bits, pieces, some scenes, or dialogs from any of the first epis of S-3… Busted/Michael, The Guys, and the Great Snapple Caper/Significant Others/Secrets and Lies/Control/To Have and Hold/ and Interruptus. For this part.
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.
RECAP: Alex, in ghost form, has insisted that Isabel show his parents everything so that they may learn what he and Isabel meant to each other and why she is so skittish. In the last part the flashes dealt with his death, their daughter’s slightly unconventional conception, and went all the way to Departure.
This is the last round of flashes. But there are some pieces of the story yet unheard or unseen and so she is still spilling all.
Don’t Wait by Addison Road
New Years Revelation
The same song from last time,,, once more.
It was a few days later than their supposed departure from this world. Liz had been right an Alien did kill Alex. Not just any alien but Tess. She was one of the inner circle, she was part of the gang. Betrayal and murder, what more did she expect? It was her alter-ego Vilandra in the former life, now it was Tess in this one. Noone really knew what had happened then, but the Antarians sure seemed to be a messed up sort of “people.” Why trust any of them to be the saviors of another world.
She was again at the graveyard. This seemed to be where she hung out lately, her parents were likely getting very concerned but she couldn’t make herself care. She never smiled anymore, nothing gave her any pleasure. She was drowning in an endless sea of thoughts and emotions with no way to voice any of them. She was in more pain than could be imagined.
She could have helped Liz, could have helped her to find Alex’s killer. Which could have played out with her being mindwarped as well and the killer remaining on the loose of course.
Tess must not have expected Liz to actually figure out that it was her before they left, but it finally made sense why everything had happened so fast after Alex died. Tess was covering her tracks and implementing “Destiny” all at once… And if it hadn’t been for Michael choosing to stay, no Czechoslovakian would have known. Tess almost got away with Murder.
And all she, Isabel, had done was run. Tried to get away from the suffocation of the small town and the worried eyes as people watched her.
She didn’t work with Liz although she could have, and now she realized maybe she should have, but… Truth be told, she couldn’t, because Liz’s declaration that Alex was killed by an alien implicated them. All of them. And she knew that the original reason that the mindwarping had begun was her fault. She had left him, for her own preservation and sanity of course, but left him exposed nonetheless. She was guilty for something she HAD done in this life. Something that had again led to the death of someone close. She was cursed.
And when he died, her world caved in on top of her. Everything she had been in the former life weighed heavily upon her, the need to run overshadowing any semblance of rationality. And so she made plans to leave in June, to go to California and to start a new life away from EVERYONE.
Until Max forbid it. She tried to make him see reason, she tried to use her mother to make him understand... But the answer was final. King Max had decreed it. She could not leave. And right behind that he got Tess pregnant. She was trying to be supportive to her brother in such a difficult time, but her heart ached all the more. She so wished that it had been her that was pregnant instead. She actually loved Alex. And she so wanted to have any part of him with her.
Instead she faced the ultimate karma, her cycle hit right after his funeral. It was a bit earlier, shorter, and lighter. But still it came. And now it was with the forced acceptance that she was stuck here, and the forced acceptance that Alex had been killed, the stress made her cycle crazy again. She just added mourning the children that would never be, with mourning the love that was lost.
And Max had said that it was planned by Tess to become pregnant and deliver them all to Khivar for execution. Tess had twisted his mind until he slept with her. It was all a ploy to lure them to their deaths. What a welcomed concept. Death. Sweet oblivion. Alex would be waiting for her right?
And it was with her mind swimming in these dangerous waters that she started to pour out her heart to Alex...
“Well. I figured out what part was more important. I belong here. … I wanted to go home for Max, but at the last second I just couldn’t. I needed to be here, more.”
“But then we find out that we would have been killed when we got there, there was some twisted deal made with Kivar over 40 years ago that we would be turned over for execution. I’m too young to be dust. I haven’t lived yet… But I don’t know how to. Max took away my chance to go to college and I have no other plans. Alex. God my heart breaks when I think of you and what she did to you. It’s my fault. I don’t want to be dust but I don’t want to be here either.” She cried.
“I don’t know what I want. I’m so conflicted right now. I want you back. Or I want your baby, or some reason to make it through all this because I’m not making it very well. I am letting everyone down,.. And I know it. I just can’t help it right now. I wanna be with you Alex. I wanna feel your hands on me again. I need to be with you. I’ve never been so alone. I have a confession, I took a pregnancy test today, you know just hoping… but it’s negative. I don’t have anything of you left. I don’t have anything and I don’t have anyone. No one would miss me…”
He countered, “That’s not true Isabel. And I never want to hear you talking crap like this again. You have your entire life ahead of you. You’re going to make an impact Isabel. You do make an impact… You don’t want to be here, trust me. To never feel the touch of your woman again. To never crack another joke. To never know the love of parents. To never grow or experience another milestone… This is utter loneliness Isabel. And I don’t want you here. I forbid you from coming. You have your family. And they would be devastated if you left them. I still don’t know how my mother is going to survive this… If she knew the truth it might make things a bit easier, but then on the other hand she might just blame you for my death. She’s just got to make it through in her own way as you do in yours. But this. This isn’t working anymore. You can’t give up Isabel, you just can’t. You have too much to live for, to look forward to. You have to live. For ME, since I lost the chance. Promise me this is the last time I have to have this discussion with you. Because right now with the way you are talking, and with the note your mother is holding, you are going to counseling this summer... Unavoidable.”
“Unavoidable.” He adds. “Your parents will want to keep a watchful eye on you, because they LOVE you, and they aren’t ready to lose you. Take classes at the community college while you wait for everyone else to graduate. And forget US my love. Those last few stolen days? You need to just let them go.”
“No Alex… I can’t. If I don’t have them, than what do I have?”
“You have our friendship Isabel. Remember me for what I always was to you, your support, your confidante and your security. Remember me as your friend Isabel, not as your lover. Because I am holding you back. You must move on. And if I keep coming to you like this you won’t. You must
forget me. Drink deeply from the waters of the Lethe. And with memories no longer haunting you, anchoring you to them, you will be able to move on and find someone who can be what you need, who can give you what I no longer can. You will always be a part of me, just as I am part of you. Don’t worry, I will always be here, watching over you and loving you. And when you truly need me I will be there. But for now… My Love, I will ask you for this final dance.”
She clings to him as they dance tears pouring down her cheeks. “No Alex. Don’t say goodbye… I’m not ready. Don’t go… please. Don’t go. I need you still.”
“I’m already gone Isabel.”
She pulls his quilt from her bag and smoothes it over the grassy area, and lays down in his spot. “It’s so cold. I don’t know how you can stand it here. I’m just going to stay here tonight, with you. So you aren’t so alone anymore.”
He smoothes her hair as she sleeps. “I wish there was another way Isabel. But I know you, you’ll blame yourself. You’ll never be able to let go that I died after you let me in. It was all I wanted and you finally relented. You chased me. Who would’ve thought? And it was good, so good for both of us. But now you’re broken. I hate seeing you like this. You need to forget for now. But someday, someday you’ll have to remember. Your heart will remember. And then you’ll know what I meant to you. And it will be time to deal with it. Until then, sweet forgetfulness. Goodbye my love.” He leans down and gives her a ghostly kiss.
The next morning she wakes up and realizes that in the course of the night he truly left her… She makes up the plot and covers it over with the quilt from his room that she took with her when she slept in his bed the night of his funeral. She tucks it in around the headstone, (like covering a sleeping person) leaving it there to keep him warm. She uses her powers to refresh the roses and not caring about her appearance or much of anything else heads home.
She comes in the door a disheveled mess, her mother is waiting for her. She engulfs her in a hug. “Where were you last night? I was worried sick. I found this note,” she waves a piece of paper around. “and then you were gone and I was afraid I’d never see you again.”
“I was saying goodbye to Alex.” She mumbles unemotionally.
Diane grabs her hands and turns her wrists over, rubbing her thumbs over them. She examines her face closely, “You look utterly exhausted.” Feeling her skin with the back of her fingers. “You’re so cold.” Holding Isabel’s jaw in her hand and turning her face. Squinting at her cheek. Worried question creasing her brow. “Did you sleep there?”
“No more Isabel. You can’t do this. You can’t go sleep in graveyards. You can’t leave suicide notes in your pockets… God. I’m so happy that you are alright. I was so, so worried.”
“Who was Alex to you Isabel? I think I deserve to know the truth. … This note?” Tears are trickling down her face. ... She is clutching the departure note in her hand; she had read it all wrong.
“It was just a thought that passed through my head and I let it pass.” Isabel says flatly. She blinks some more, as she wraps her arms around her mother. “Alex was my b-…” She swallows the truth, burying it deep inside as Alex has asked. As her lips quiver she cries. “My best friend died mom.”
Staring at a counselor, who has asked her something… “My best friend died.”
Dragged to her parents BORING picnic to make her useful. They had her help with the party plans, to involve her in life, to give her something to do. They were keeping a watchful eye on her alright…
And then as she was making sure the red foods were staying separate from the white foods, to keep the red, white, and blue theme prominent, she runs into a tall dark haired gentleman. And something goes off.
She hurries around making sure the picnic is flowing while the gentleman keeps watching her. She steps up to him. They exchange names and then pleasantries for a couple of minutes and then she asks, “Want to go somewhere?”
“You know to talk or something? It’s too chaotic out here…”
“Sure, let me show you my office…” He leads her away from the crowd. And onto the second floor of the law firm, opening the door for her he issues her into the room.
“You wanted to talk or something?” he asks a bit nervously.
“Something,” she whispers as she plants her lips on his. Her hands holding the side of his head.
Instant chemistry. Fireworks!
His tongue invades her mouth, joining the kiss.
Her hands weave through his dark locks, as he feels her body. Her hands join. They start to undress each other, caressing the areas of exposed skin on their torsos…
He pushes her back onto his desk, feeling her shapely body, making her tingle.
They make-out. A solid second base and sliding into a stolen third. But she comes to her senses. Too fast. Much too fast. What the hell is she doing? And she shoves him away.
“What is it?” he asks.
She’s struggling to get her clothes resituated… “I’m not in the habit of making out with totally random strangers. I’m sorry. I have no idea what just came over me… but I, I’ve gotta go.”
He grabs her hand, “I’d like to get to know you more. When can I see you again?”
“You can’t. It can’t be a date; it can’t be anything like that… I assure you, this was a one time thing. So just let me go and we’ll go our separate ways and pretend like this never happened.”
She is buying a single movie ticket and meeting Mr. Ramirez in the balcony.
Kissing him in the convenience store,
“We need to ease them into the idea of it over a decade or two.”
“Isabel you are 18. You’re an adult.”
“My parents can barely get used to the idea of me dating high-school guys. You’re a 26 year old layer who works for my dad and I’m barely legal…”
Kyle is eating at the Crashdown, Isabel comes in to talk to him. “You’re probably wondering about what you saw at the convenience store? … His name is Jesse Ramirez and he’s my boyfriend.”
“Have you...Told Jesse about your secret identity?”
“No. Max and Michael would never agree to letting anybody else in on the secret. I guess the truth of the matter is I sort of love Jesse not knowing. It's kind of ...Like we're this normal couple.”
“… Good for you Isabel. Everyone has someone, and you never really had that so good for you.”
At his comment her stomach felt oddly strange. But she shrugged it off and said, “Yeah. Thanks, Kyle.”
She is looking in a window after having dreamwalked Jesse the night before. He
appears behind her. “I go away for a couple of days and you are looking at wedding rings.”
She turns and hugs him. “Alex… Where have you been? I’ve missed you.”
“If only you loved me this much when I was alive.”
“Kidding. Just kidding.”
They walk along and keep talking.
“You’ve only known this guy a couple months Isabel.”
“I can’t talk to you about guys.”
“I’m dead. Beyond getting jealous.”
“Right, well see I’ve never felt like this before. This is the first time I can see being with someone for the rest of my life.”
“Ow! That stings a little bit.” (Thinking to himself- This is what I get for telling her to forget, she did.)
Isabel is breaking up with Jesse. She wants to be with him but, its getting too close and she’s afraid of being found out or of loving him and losing him. It’s her track record she fears and she doesn’t want it to happen again. “If you stay here, you're throwing your future away, because we don't have a future.”
“I love you, Isabel.”
“You can't. So don’t. Just don't. Alright.”
She is waiting on Kyle’s porch, hasn’t got the nerve to ring the bell or knock and she just stands there crying. Crying. What the hell is wrong with her anyways.
He is startled, but after some lighthearted teasing he invites her in. “What happened?”
“I broke up with Jesse.”
“Because there's no way. I can’t. I can't drag him into this. I can’t.”
“What are you afraid of? What do you think's gonna happen? He's gonna run away?
Has anyone you've shared this with ever run away from you? Name one person, Isabel. Let him in. Let him deal with it.”
“I can’t. Max and Michael and I, after Alex died, we made a pact to never let anyone else in, ever.”
“Just talk to them. I'm sure they'll understand.”
She laughs mockingly. “Yeah, right.”
“Can you guys listen to me for a second?” She grabs their foosball and demands attention. “There’s someone I want to tell about us…. You know Jesse Ramirez? ...”
“Why do you want to tell him?” Max asks.
“Because we’ve gotten close.”
“Close? Meaning that you and he are uh,”
“Are you pregnant?” Michael asks forcefully.
“No.” she states in an insulted manner. She suddenly feels a shift inside, as if something familiar, a piece of her soul, had suddenly disappeared. A strange sense of anxiety fell with the question.
Max is ready to check her over. “I mean after Tess you’d think that you’d learned something. You have been acting weird for a little while. Should I scan you just to make sure?” She glares at his intrusive nature.
“Yeah he’s right. This could be a bad situation Isabel…” Michael interrupted.
“No.” She waves off Max’s hand. “Look! We haven't even slept together.” The familiarity resumed. She felt at peace again. “I DO pay attention to what’s happening in our little corner of the universe.”
“Has he seen you use your powers?”
“Of course NOT.”
“Than what are we having this discussion for. I see no reason to involve him. Congrats on the boyfriend. Lie about the alien thing.”
“Why do you need to tell him?” Max asks.
“I don't need to. I want to. I don’t want to hide anymore. He’s gonna leave, Max. If I’m not honest with him, he's gonna leave.”
“That might be for the best. Think about Jesse, Isabel. We agreed not to tell anyone else after Alex died because we didn't want to put anyone else at risk.”
Sadness fills her at the mention of her lost friend. Her stomach quivers and she nervously rests her hand on it while the conversation continues.
“Remember Alex, Isabel.”
“That was a tragedy Max. And I DO miss him. Every. Single. Day. But I need someone too. You have Liz. Michael has Maria. I need Jesse. This is the first time I’ve ever felt like this. I'm in love with him, and if I lose this, lose him, I don't know what the hell I’m doing here on earth anymore. This is the first time I’ve had someone.”
He looks at her intently. “The second you tell Jesse, his life changes... Forever. He becomes a part of a secret he didn't ask to be part of. You can't tell him, Isabel. For his sake.”
She is fixing her make-up in a bathroom mirror. Alex is standing behind her and she is talking to him… “He's gonna tell me either I'm with him forever or he's leaving forever.”
“And how will you answer?” Alex questions.
“I don’t have an answer. I don't want to ruin his life.”
“You didn't ruin my life, Isabel. You made me alive.”
“I also killed you.”
“No. You didn't. You didn't kill me, Isabel, and you didn't kill Grant either. We were victims of circumstance. That's all. And you need to forgive yourself.”
“Well, I forgive you, and since I'm part of you, you just did.”
Jesse is now the one seemingly breaking up. But Isabel pulls a ring from the jacket pocket. They discuss things…
“Ok. We both came here to lay our cards on the table, right?”
“You were right... About 99% of what you said before when you broke up with me, and it's true. I stayed here the last few months to be with you. But there's one thing that you didn't get right. And that's the fact that I would gladly live anywhere and do anything if it meant being with you. Isabel, I've never met anyone like you before, and I've never felt this way about anyone. And so, God, help me, but here goes, Isabel Evans... Will you marry me?”
“Jesse, I-- I can’t. I really, really want to. I really want to, but I can’t.”
“Oh.” Jesse walks dejectedly outside and she watches him go. Her heart is torn.
Alex is sitting next to her. “Go--go to him.”
“Isabel, will you look at what you're doing to your life? You're stopping it. You're killing it. You're--you're sitting at a table with no one. I'm not really here. You need to move on. You need to move past me, and you need to start now.”
“I do want to marry you. So, if you don't take it too personally that I just forced you to propose and then said no, I want to marry you because I have never loved anyone the way I love you, because I'm young, and because you don't know everything about me, but you will...eventually- Jesse will you just say something here?”
“I have only one thing to say which is, just this once, am I allowed to kiss you in public?”
They kiss but she is watching over his shoulder. Watching Alex.
“I love you, Isabel.” Jesse adds as he holds her tightly.
She watches Alex smile softly and wave. She has a sense that he had done his job, and she has his blessing. When he fades from view, she answers Jesse, her whole focus entirely on him now. “I love you, too, Jesse.”
Things are strained between her and her brothers and parents. No one is happy for her upcoming wedding. She and her mother have shared other arguments…
She comes in the house to talk to her mother.
“I just thought you’d like to know, a spot opened up at Summerhaven park. Jesse and I are getting married there in 2 weeks.”
“So you have listened to nothing I said Isabel. I said to slow things down, to think about what you are doing, to date him and get to know him, but instead you decide to get married. Now. You need to be honest with yourself, or you will never be able to be honest with Jesse. He’s not Alex, Isabel.”
“I know that.” Pain at the mention of Alex fills her once again. She just wants to get past this endless heartache. She looks to the side, staring at the floor. She just wants to be happy again.
“Do you, really? I do know that every time he is mentioned, your face falls. You become sad. You’re doing it again right now.” Diane turns her downcast face to look at her closely. “There is something there Isabel.”
Isabel stares at her mom, her hand on her stomach. “He was my friend alright? Nothing else. Maybe I would have liked more but that doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone.”
to your counselor. Tell them how you feel.
Tell them what you’re thinking… But No! You don’t talk to anyone. What is happening to our family? Max is off doing God knows what, dragging that poor Parker girl along and you are rushing into a marriage. Not even a relationship
with the next guy, which would be bad enough. But a marriage
Isabel. You are not ready for this. Why won’t you talk to anyone? Why? What are you so afraid of Honey? Why are you in such a hurry
to get married?”
“Because I love him. Because I need him. I need him, Mom. He makes me happy. I would think you would want me to be happy.”
“I do Isabel. But not like this. I need to show you something.” She closes the dishwasher and pulls her daughter to the living room and opens up the photo album. She slips a picture from the page and places it in Isabel’s palm. It is from prom with all the friends together. Alex’s arms are wrapped tightly around her and she is smiling brightly. “I want to see you THIS happy again.” Diane taps the image. She places the next photo, the requisite couple shot in Isabel’s hands. “It is such a rarity to see you like this. And I don’t know or claim to know what your relationship with Alex was but take a good look at these pictures Isabel. There is something here. Something you have to deal with first before you are even ready for another guy.”
“I have this with Jesse,” Isabel argues.
Diane walks in with her own wedding dress and offers it to Isabel.
Her honeymoon is nothing but interrupted. Her Lover from her former is life is there to reclaim her. Her brothers arrive to protect her and to stop him.
“We saw you, by the Gazebo.”
“Why is this happening to me?!” She rakes her fingers fearfully though her hair. “Ooohh I’m married! I love Jesse. I love Him. But I love Kivar.”
“No, No you don’t.” Max assures her.
“Vilandra does. She wants control. She wants to go back.”
“She’s not! I wish she was. I hate her, I hate what she did. But she’s not gone. She’s still inside of me. Max.”
[These are all happening simultaneously of each other]:
She can feel the presence filling her mother’s mind. It was a part of her mother she knew this, she could always feel it on the edges... but her mother was fighting it.
A plan is made to exorcise Khivar from Denny Ridgely at dawn. Isabel is wearing the most uncharacteristic dress, something that she would never choose and yet…
“What’s wrong? Tell me.” Kivar asks.
“Max and Michael are here. They are going to kill you.”
“Where?” He asks.
That presence, which had always been a part of her mother, was no longer lurking in the corners but was in possession of her mother’s mind. She knew she had imbibed a bit of its alien nature herself. She couldn’t help it, she was linked to her mother’s soul, and this entity was too.
Vilandra uses her powers and obliterates their hiding place of a rock wall.
“No more troubles ok? I promise.” Kivar states after he sends Max and Michael flying backwards. “You ready?”
“Yes.” she adds as she holds the side of his head and engages in a full on heated kiss. They walk to the woods where he opens the portal for return.
‘No Mama.’ This man was dangerous. Her mother had known him once and he was going to take her back, back to the alien world. She fights hard to delay her mother, who doesn’t seem to know she exists…
‘No Mama. He’ll hurt you.’
Her mother keeps walking away with the dangerous man.
‘Wake up Mama. Your old self is going to kill you.’ She moved around inside of her mother frantically. She had to get her back.
“Let’s go home.” Kivar holds her hand and walks to the portal.
Jesse comes up from behind and punches him. “What is this?” He insists.
“You have to go.” Vilandra states.
‘You can’t go. She’ll kill you. And me. And we’ll be gone. We’ll die Mama. Please wake up…’
Jesse tries to connect to the inner part, the part called Isabel. “… Isabel … I love you! Please talk to me…”
She blinks… she is starting to register. But she still walks with Kivar to the portal. “If we’re going to go, we have to go now.” She adds.
‘No Mama… Don’t go. Wake up! Wake up! NOW!’ She kicks her mother inside as hard as she can manage.
“Isabel NOOO!” Max screams.
“You come back. I’ll kill you myself.” Isabel says as she comes back to herself and forces Kivar into his wormhole.
She curls up inside and rests from her ordeal. She has saved her mother, again. Daddy gave her to her mother to save her life. And keeping her protected is hard work.
Flashes of today…
Isabel wakes up to the annoying whir of the VCR, in serious back pain.
Liz asks, “Is there any chance you might be pregnant Isabel? Unprotected sex anywhere along the way? Tall, dark, and handsome perhaps?” She continues, “… Something happened on prom night didn’t it?”
A sudden gush of warm liquid breaks between her thighs. She stands there in shock, almost trancelike in disbelief that this was actually happening to her.
Liz grabs her face and stares into her eyes with sheer force. “Wake Up! It was eight months ago Isabel! You are having- Alex’s- baby!”
Alex is on top of her and inside of her, they are writhing to a delicious rhythm… In ecstatic bliss she screams as waves of orgasmic energy overtake her.
She is running away from the Coroner’s van, when she is far enough away, she screams in desolation of Soul. Max had Alex’s blood smeared across his palms. She can’t shake that image.
Shaking she sits on a deserted park bench away from everyone. Her mind plays both, her bliss and her bereavement as one image as she mourns her lost love.
She is in the deep throes of contractions and impending delivery…
“I can’t do this alone. I need Alex.” she sobs incoherently.
“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 is emotional.
“…And so I told you to marry Jesse, because he did make you happy. Because you NEEDED someone.” Alex states. “And I couldn’t be the one; I couldn’t be there for you anymore…”
He places her hands on her stomach under his and let her feel as her body tightens and releases, lets her feel the contractions,,, as he coaches her.
“I miss you.” She cries out to him... as another contraction hits.
The flashes stopped with the memory of Alexa’s birth from just a few hours prior... It was unmistakable that Isabel and Alex had loved each other deeply. Sounds of sobbing punctuated the stillness of the air. The members of the group were all in various forms of processing what had just occurred.
Although Isabel had poured out her entire life, not all saw the same things… the human mind just can’t absorb that much information at one time. Everyone learned things that they hadn’t known before, and was somehow pertinent to their individual understanding…
Jesse was staggering, having trouble finding his footing. He’d felt everything she had felt for her first love, and everything in return that this Alex had felt towards her. He’d seen it all just now, dragged as an unwilling participant through their trysts… But one thing Jesse knew was that he had NEVER had the same experiences. If he was right, she had tried to turn off as much of her Alien nature as she knew how. Alien nature. Yeah he had just learned of that as well. But this Alex had known all of it, had experienced it… had made impossible love, alien style, on more than one occasion… And this Alex was where her heart still lay.
He never had told her, but some nights after she was deeply asleep she would dream of Alex for she would call his name… Jesse no longer was sure quite where he fell in this scenario. He still loved Isabel though.
The room entered a sudden deafening silence, punctuated only by sobbing.
“Tir-ed. So, soo tir-e…” Isabel mumbled, her voice dropping to a whisper…
They heard the sound of bodies slumping to the ground. First one and then seconds later, another...