You Were Meant For Me (I/A Adult) 7/6 [COMPLETE]
Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 3:13 pm
Title: You Were Meant For Me
"Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended."
Pairings/Couples/Category: A/I
Rating: Adult
Summary: What happens when love has been right there all along?
A/N I have been debating about whether or not to post this story. I have had this one almost completed for a while now and Trude, Nathan, Sibylle and even Karen have hinted for this one to be posted.
Hope others enjoy as well
Chapter 1
If you asked any local in Roswell, New Mexico who Isabel Evans was you would most likely get the same three answers. One, she was the most beautiful girl in the town and could have been a model if she so desired. Two, she was a real humanitarian and could be counted on for donating her time to any charity that called on her. Three, she could make a person freeze with a glance from her dark brown eyes, earning her the nickname “Ice Queen.”
With an audible groan, that same woman unfolded her statuesque body from the small car and automatically got blasted with the heat. The “Ice Queen” felt herself quickly melting in the blazing sun that seemed to show no mercy to anyone.
Isabel lifted her long blonde hair from her neck, praying for a soft breeze, as she headed up the steps of her house exhausted. The day had been long and she wanted nothing more than to get inside her air-conditioned home and take a nice and soothing bubble bath.
Lifting her head, a feeling of pride swept through her as she gazed at the small bungalow home. The house had been an impulse purchase when Isabel had driven by and seen a “FOR SALE” sign on the front lawn. She had fallen in love with the cozy two bedroom home and knew that she had to have it and was still happy that she got it, though all her savings had been wiped out in the deal.
Using her key, Isabel let herself in and was immediately assaulted by the delicious aroma that wafted from the kitchen. A smile spread across her lips since there was no mistaking the smell of her room mate’s best dish, spaghetti and garlic bread.
“Is that you, Isabel?”
“Who else has keys to the house?” Isabel said, tongue in cheek, as she kicked off her heels and dropped her purse on a small side table.
“What about your bother and his wife?” Came the quick response, “And I’m not sure, but I think Michael and Maria have one as well.”
Isabel laughed out loud at that because she knew that it was true, their friends had the spare keys. She made her way to the kitchen and pushed in the swinging door, “You think you are so clever don’t you?”
Alex Whitman turned and gave her his goofiest smiles, “Yes, I do.”
Her heart warmed with affection for the tall and lanky man in front of her. Especially when she saw the frilly apron that he was wearing, “Isn’t that cute.”
Knowing what she was referring too, Alex struck a pose, “You like?”
Isabel shook her head and chuckled at his antics. Alex had always known how to make a bad day better, Slipping into a chair at the kitchen table she watched as he turned back to the stove and began stirring the sauce.
“I made your favorite for dinner and I thought that we could watch a movie.” Alex glanced over his shoulder at her.
Isabel groaned in disappointment because she really did love Alex’s spaghetti and the evening vegging out with him sounded wonderful., “I wish I could, Alex, but I can’t tonight.”
He turned his head back to the stove, but Isabel spotted his own disappointment flashing in his eyes, “You already have plans?”
She nodded her head, then realized he couldn’t see her with his back turned, “Jesse asked me to attend a dinner party that his boss is throwing tonight.”
Alex gave a small snort, “Is it brown nose time for Jesse Ramirez?”
Just thinking about the dinner party was giving Isabel a headache and she reached up to rub her temples in an effort to keep the throbbing at bay. She definitely would rather be hanging out in front of the television, with Alex, than sitting in a room full of attorneys’.
In fact, before she had begun dating Jesse, it hadn’t been hard for her to ditch her dates in order to spend time with Alex. None of those guys had been as important as her best friend and she made sure that he knew it.
With Jesse, everything seemed to change.
Isabel had met him at a small business party that her brother and his wife had put together for some clients. Alex had to work late that evening on a project, so she had decided to go alone and almost immediately had spotted the handsome Latin American attorney. Jesse had also seen her and soon after he had her phone number and a date for the weekend.
Now, almost two months later, Isabel realized that she had barely seen Alex. She had been spending most of her free time with Jesse and had allowed her friendship to slowly drift apart. The thought made a knot appear in her stomach and she promised herself that she would make time for her and Alex again.
While Isabel was thinking about her schedule, Alex was letting out a sigh of resignation. It should have not surprised him that Isabel would have a date, but he had wanted so badly to be with her that he had conveniently forgot about her dating Jesse “the jerk” Ramirez.
Glancing over his shoulder at her again, Alex found Isabel with her eyes shut and rubbing her temples. Once again, he was struck by her beauty and wondered if she knew just how truly stunning she was.
Alex had known Isabel Evans since high school and, although he wasn’t part of her crowd, he had still noticed the tall, willowy blonde who held court over the students of the school. Everyone had wanted to either be near her or be like her, but most were not offered that opportunity.
It hadn’t been until Alex’s two best friends, Liz and Maria, had started dating Max Evans and Michael Guerin that he had become acquainted with Isabel. He was still not apart of her crowd, but at least she knew his name and would smile or nod at him when he passed her by.
Shaking those memories away, Alex turned the sauce down to simmer and slipped into the chair beside her. He knew exactly what was wrong and also how to make it go away.
“Give them to me.” He ordered and watched her eyes open.
Isabel smiled and then complied readily. Twisting her body, she brought up her legs and placed them in Alex’s lap, groaning when his fingers began to work their magic.
After a few moments, she was relaxed enough to ask, “How was your day?”
“The usual.” He shrugged not wanting to expand on it and bore her to death.
“The computer program still giving you a hard time?” Isabel frowned thinking that it had been more than two months that he had been working on the project.
Alex nodded and let out a sigh of frustration, “I’ll get it running one of these days.”
She smiled encouragingly to him, “Of course you will. There is no one who knows computers better than Alex Whitman.”
They easily fell into light conversation as Alex continued to rub her feet. Soon, Isabel had forgotten all about her date and began to nibble on the bread that he had put out on the table.
Watching her devour most of the loaf, Alex chuckled, “You sure you don’t want any spaghetti?”
Isabel groaned again and looked down at her watch before slowly removing her feet from his lap and rising from the chair, “No, I really need to go get ready. Jesse will be here any minute.”
As she headed out of the kitchen to get ready, Alex made a disgusted sound that was directed at himself. He hated how jealous he got when Jesse’s name came up or when she went out with him. Trying not to show his feeling was getting harder and harder when it came to her relationship with the attorney.
Alex knew that he shouldn’t be feeling jealous. Never in the 10 years that they had known each other, or even the last two that they had been room mates, had Isabel ever shown any inclination toward him. Not wanting to ruin their friendship, Alex decided to keep quiet about wanting anything more from her.
Getting up from his chair, he made his way back to the stove and began assembling his dinner together. Before he could take his first bite, the door bell rang.
“Alex! Can you get the door? It’s probably Jesse.” Isabel called from the other side of the house where both of their bedrooms were positioned.
Making another disgusted sound, this one directed at the person on the other side of the door, Alex dropped his fork back to his plate and mumbled, “That man knows how to ruin my appetite.”
The door bell rang two more times, but Alex still took his time answering the door. He wasn’t at all surprised to see the immaculately dressed attorney standing there. For a moment, Alex felt self conscious over the baggy jeans and button up shirt that he was currently wearing and what made up half of his wardrobe.
“Jesse.”
“Whitman.” Jesse acknowledged as he stepped through the door and began looking around, “Isabel not ready yet?”
Alex pretended not to hear his question and let a smile spread across his face, “Come, now. Let’s not be so formal with the use of last names. You can call me Alex and I will call you J.R.”
Jesse was busy studying his reflection in the hall way mirror to notice that Alex was teasing him, “The name is Jesse, Whitman.”
“Jesse Whitman?” Alex raised his eyebrow in shock, “Do you think we are related?”
The lawyer wasn’t smiling when he turned to glare at Alex, who couldn’t help but laugh. He loved nothing better than trying to get under “the jerk’s” skin, but had yet to succeed.
“I’ll go see what is taking Isabel so long. “He moved toward the hall way to their bedrooms, but was unable to stop himself from taking one more jab, “Maybe she needs some help with those hard to reach zippers and buttons.”
Jesse glared at Alex again as he disappeared down the hall with a huge smile on his face. There was nothing better than getting one over on the despised boyfriend. He hoped that he could get one more in before they left on their date.
“Iz?” He tapped on her door that was across from his own.
“Come in, Alex.” Her muffled voice called out to him.
“J.R. is here.” He pushed open the door, shutting it behind him for privacy, and then fell onto her bed. He observed Isabel, who was currently on her knees and apparently searching for something underneath her bed.
“His name is Jesse, Alex.” Came her reply.
Alex murmured something about having no sense of humor while he continued to watch Isabel’s small rear end sway in the air, “What are you looking for?”
“My other shoe.” She continued her search, “I can’t seem to find it.”
He chuckled, “And you think you are going to find it underneath your bed? I don’t think anything can be found once it gets lost under there.”
Isabel’s head popped out and Alex found himself starring into her rich chocolate eyes, “Then it would be a perfect place to hide a body.” She went back to her search after her threat, “Get off the bed and help me.”
He slipped off the other side of the bed and began to root around looking for the missing shoe that she described. It took them a couple minutes, but finally the shoe was freed and now on Isabel’s feet.
“Isabel!” Jesse’s voice boomed from the living room, “We are going to be late!”
Alex shook his head from his position on her bed, “Doesn’t he know it’s fashionable to be late?”
Isabel chuckled and rolled her eyes at his reflection in her mirror as he laid stretched out across her bed. She was trying to get her jewelry on and freshen up her make up as fast as she could.
“Are you going to the store tonight?” Isabel asked remembering that the refrigerator and cabinets were getting empty.
“I may go after supper.” He thought about his spaghetti that was slowly turning cold, “Is there anything you need me to pick up for you?”
She smiled and headed for the door, “There is a list on my night stand.”
Isabel was grabbing her purse and giving Jesse a kiss when the explosion occurred, “ISABEL EVANS!”
Alex came storming down the hall holding her list between his fingers as if it would burn him, “What is the meaning of this?”
Isabel turned to Jesse with an apology in her eyes, “Will you excuse us for a minute?”
Jesse glared at Alex, “We’re going to be late.”
She nodded, “I promise it will only take a minute.”
Grabbing Alex by the arm, Isabel practically dragged him into the kitchen and away from her boyfriend. As the swinging door shut behind them she turned to him with pleading eyes, “Please, Alex? Just this once?”
He clenched his teeth and shook his head, “This isn’t that big of a town, Isabel. Practically everyone knows me around here.”
“I know and I wouldn’t ask you to do it if it wasn’t important. If I didn’t have to go to this party tonight I would do it myself.”
Alex wasn’t surprised to feel himself cave into her request especially when she looked at him with such hope, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Isabel squealed in delight and sprang into his arms thanking him profusely. Alex felt his arms go automatically around her and hold her tightly enjoying the feeling of having her so close even if only for a few moments. These were the moments when he felt the weakest and had to restrain himself from telling her of his feelings.
Alex’s arms had always felt safe and comfortable to Isabel. There had been many times over the years that she had needed to be held and his had always been readily offered to her. Slowly she pulled back from that warmth and looked up into his green eyes, “I guess I should be going.”
He nodded and followed her back into the living room where Jesse was waiting with the door held open, “Have a good time.”
“Oh, we will.” Jesse assured Alex with a lecherous smile.
Isabel stopped half way out the door and called back to him, “Super strength!”
She was unable to see his reaction since Jesse had shut the door at that moment and ushered her to the car. Once they were both settled inside, he looked over at her, “What was that all about?”
“The grocery list.” Isabel answered and smiled as she recalled Alex’s reaction to the idea of buying her tampons. Those green eyes of his had narrowed, the tips of his ears had turned bright red and the smile that was never far from his lips had finally been knocked off. It was an image that she wanted to etch into her memory since Alex was usually the one getting a rise out of her.
“And things have always been platonic between you two?” Jesse asked cranking up his sports car.
Isabel sighed since it was a question that she had heard many times before. People were always wondering about the closeness that Isabel and Alex shared and it had always amused her as her automatic response came out, “Of course, we are just friends.”
TBC...
Kara
"Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended."
Pairings/Couples/Category: A/I
Rating: Adult
Summary: What happens when love has been right there all along?
A/N I have been debating about whether or not to post this story. I have had this one almost completed for a while now and Trude, Nathan, Sibylle and even Karen have hinted for this one to be posted.
Hope others enjoy as well
Chapter 1
If you asked any local in Roswell, New Mexico who Isabel Evans was you would most likely get the same three answers. One, she was the most beautiful girl in the town and could have been a model if she so desired. Two, she was a real humanitarian and could be counted on for donating her time to any charity that called on her. Three, she could make a person freeze with a glance from her dark brown eyes, earning her the nickname “Ice Queen.”
With an audible groan, that same woman unfolded her statuesque body from the small car and automatically got blasted with the heat. The “Ice Queen” felt herself quickly melting in the blazing sun that seemed to show no mercy to anyone.
Isabel lifted her long blonde hair from her neck, praying for a soft breeze, as she headed up the steps of her house exhausted. The day had been long and she wanted nothing more than to get inside her air-conditioned home and take a nice and soothing bubble bath.
Lifting her head, a feeling of pride swept through her as she gazed at the small bungalow home. The house had been an impulse purchase when Isabel had driven by and seen a “FOR SALE” sign on the front lawn. She had fallen in love with the cozy two bedroom home and knew that she had to have it and was still happy that she got it, though all her savings had been wiped out in the deal.
Using her key, Isabel let herself in and was immediately assaulted by the delicious aroma that wafted from the kitchen. A smile spread across her lips since there was no mistaking the smell of her room mate’s best dish, spaghetti and garlic bread.
“Is that you, Isabel?”
“Who else has keys to the house?” Isabel said, tongue in cheek, as she kicked off her heels and dropped her purse on a small side table.
“What about your bother and his wife?” Came the quick response, “And I’m not sure, but I think Michael and Maria have one as well.”
Isabel laughed out loud at that because she knew that it was true, their friends had the spare keys. She made her way to the kitchen and pushed in the swinging door, “You think you are so clever don’t you?”
Alex Whitman turned and gave her his goofiest smiles, “Yes, I do.”
Her heart warmed with affection for the tall and lanky man in front of her. Especially when she saw the frilly apron that he was wearing, “Isn’t that cute.”
Knowing what she was referring too, Alex struck a pose, “You like?”
Isabel shook her head and chuckled at his antics. Alex had always known how to make a bad day better, Slipping into a chair at the kitchen table she watched as he turned back to the stove and began stirring the sauce.
“I made your favorite for dinner and I thought that we could watch a movie.” Alex glanced over his shoulder at her.
Isabel groaned in disappointment because she really did love Alex’s spaghetti and the evening vegging out with him sounded wonderful., “I wish I could, Alex, but I can’t tonight.”
He turned his head back to the stove, but Isabel spotted his own disappointment flashing in his eyes, “You already have plans?”
She nodded her head, then realized he couldn’t see her with his back turned, “Jesse asked me to attend a dinner party that his boss is throwing tonight.”
Alex gave a small snort, “Is it brown nose time for Jesse Ramirez?”
Just thinking about the dinner party was giving Isabel a headache and she reached up to rub her temples in an effort to keep the throbbing at bay. She definitely would rather be hanging out in front of the television, with Alex, than sitting in a room full of attorneys’.
In fact, before she had begun dating Jesse, it hadn’t been hard for her to ditch her dates in order to spend time with Alex. None of those guys had been as important as her best friend and she made sure that he knew it.
With Jesse, everything seemed to change.
Isabel had met him at a small business party that her brother and his wife had put together for some clients. Alex had to work late that evening on a project, so she had decided to go alone and almost immediately had spotted the handsome Latin American attorney. Jesse had also seen her and soon after he had her phone number and a date for the weekend.
Now, almost two months later, Isabel realized that she had barely seen Alex. She had been spending most of her free time with Jesse and had allowed her friendship to slowly drift apart. The thought made a knot appear in her stomach and she promised herself that she would make time for her and Alex again.
While Isabel was thinking about her schedule, Alex was letting out a sigh of resignation. It should have not surprised him that Isabel would have a date, but he had wanted so badly to be with her that he had conveniently forgot about her dating Jesse “the jerk” Ramirez.
Glancing over his shoulder at her again, Alex found Isabel with her eyes shut and rubbing her temples. Once again, he was struck by her beauty and wondered if she knew just how truly stunning she was.
Alex had known Isabel Evans since high school and, although he wasn’t part of her crowd, he had still noticed the tall, willowy blonde who held court over the students of the school. Everyone had wanted to either be near her or be like her, but most were not offered that opportunity.
It hadn’t been until Alex’s two best friends, Liz and Maria, had started dating Max Evans and Michael Guerin that he had become acquainted with Isabel. He was still not apart of her crowd, but at least she knew his name and would smile or nod at him when he passed her by.
Shaking those memories away, Alex turned the sauce down to simmer and slipped into the chair beside her. He knew exactly what was wrong and also how to make it go away.
“Give them to me.” He ordered and watched her eyes open.
Isabel smiled and then complied readily. Twisting her body, she brought up her legs and placed them in Alex’s lap, groaning when his fingers began to work their magic.
After a few moments, she was relaxed enough to ask, “How was your day?”
“The usual.” He shrugged not wanting to expand on it and bore her to death.
“The computer program still giving you a hard time?” Isabel frowned thinking that it had been more than two months that he had been working on the project.
Alex nodded and let out a sigh of frustration, “I’ll get it running one of these days.”
She smiled encouragingly to him, “Of course you will. There is no one who knows computers better than Alex Whitman.”
They easily fell into light conversation as Alex continued to rub her feet. Soon, Isabel had forgotten all about her date and began to nibble on the bread that he had put out on the table.
Watching her devour most of the loaf, Alex chuckled, “You sure you don’t want any spaghetti?”
Isabel groaned again and looked down at her watch before slowly removing her feet from his lap and rising from the chair, “No, I really need to go get ready. Jesse will be here any minute.”
As she headed out of the kitchen to get ready, Alex made a disgusted sound that was directed at himself. He hated how jealous he got when Jesse’s name came up or when she went out with him. Trying not to show his feeling was getting harder and harder when it came to her relationship with the attorney.
Alex knew that he shouldn’t be feeling jealous. Never in the 10 years that they had known each other, or even the last two that they had been room mates, had Isabel ever shown any inclination toward him. Not wanting to ruin their friendship, Alex decided to keep quiet about wanting anything more from her.
Getting up from his chair, he made his way back to the stove and began assembling his dinner together. Before he could take his first bite, the door bell rang.
“Alex! Can you get the door? It’s probably Jesse.” Isabel called from the other side of the house where both of their bedrooms were positioned.
Making another disgusted sound, this one directed at the person on the other side of the door, Alex dropped his fork back to his plate and mumbled, “That man knows how to ruin my appetite.”
The door bell rang two more times, but Alex still took his time answering the door. He wasn’t at all surprised to see the immaculately dressed attorney standing there. For a moment, Alex felt self conscious over the baggy jeans and button up shirt that he was currently wearing and what made up half of his wardrobe.
“Jesse.”
“Whitman.” Jesse acknowledged as he stepped through the door and began looking around, “Isabel not ready yet?”
Alex pretended not to hear his question and let a smile spread across his face, “Come, now. Let’s not be so formal with the use of last names. You can call me Alex and I will call you J.R.”
Jesse was busy studying his reflection in the hall way mirror to notice that Alex was teasing him, “The name is Jesse, Whitman.”
“Jesse Whitman?” Alex raised his eyebrow in shock, “Do you think we are related?”
The lawyer wasn’t smiling when he turned to glare at Alex, who couldn’t help but laugh. He loved nothing better than trying to get under “the jerk’s” skin, but had yet to succeed.
“I’ll go see what is taking Isabel so long. “He moved toward the hall way to their bedrooms, but was unable to stop himself from taking one more jab, “Maybe she needs some help with those hard to reach zippers and buttons.”
Jesse glared at Alex again as he disappeared down the hall with a huge smile on his face. There was nothing better than getting one over on the despised boyfriend. He hoped that he could get one more in before they left on their date.
“Iz?” He tapped on her door that was across from his own.
“Come in, Alex.” Her muffled voice called out to him.
“J.R. is here.” He pushed open the door, shutting it behind him for privacy, and then fell onto her bed. He observed Isabel, who was currently on her knees and apparently searching for something underneath her bed.
“His name is Jesse, Alex.” Came her reply.
Alex murmured something about having no sense of humor while he continued to watch Isabel’s small rear end sway in the air, “What are you looking for?”
“My other shoe.” She continued her search, “I can’t seem to find it.”
He chuckled, “And you think you are going to find it underneath your bed? I don’t think anything can be found once it gets lost under there.”
Isabel’s head popped out and Alex found himself starring into her rich chocolate eyes, “Then it would be a perfect place to hide a body.” She went back to her search after her threat, “Get off the bed and help me.”
He slipped off the other side of the bed and began to root around looking for the missing shoe that she described. It took them a couple minutes, but finally the shoe was freed and now on Isabel’s feet.
“Isabel!” Jesse’s voice boomed from the living room, “We are going to be late!”
Alex shook his head from his position on her bed, “Doesn’t he know it’s fashionable to be late?”
Isabel chuckled and rolled her eyes at his reflection in her mirror as he laid stretched out across her bed. She was trying to get her jewelry on and freshen up her make up as fast as she could.
“Are you going to the store tonight?” Isabel asked remembering that the refrigerator and cabinets were getting empty.
“I may go after supper.” He thought about his spaghetti that was slowly turning cold, “Is there anything you need me to pick up for you?”
She smiled and headed for the door, “There is a list on my night stand.”
Isabel was grabbing her purse and giving Jesse a kiss when the explosion occurred, “ISABEL EVANS!”
Alex came storming down the hall holding her list between his fingers as if it would burn him, “What is the meaning of this?”
Isabel turned to Jesse with an apology in her eyes, “Will you excuse us for a minute?”
Jesse glared at Alex, “We’re going to be late.”
She nodded, “I promise it will only take a minute.”
Grabbing Alex by the arm, Isabel practically dragged him into the kitchen and away from her boyfriend. As the swinging door shut behind them she turned to him with pleading eyes, “Please, Alex? Just this once?”
He clenched his teeth and shook his head, “This isn’t that big of a town, Isabel. Practically everyone knows me around here.”
“I know and I wouldn’t ask you to do it if it wasn’t important. If I didn’t have to go to this party tonight I would do it myself.”
Alex wasn’t surprised to feel himself cave into her request especially when she looked at him with such hope, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
Isabel squealed in delight and sprang into his arms thanking him profusely. Alex felt his arms go automatically around her and hold her tightly enjoying the feeling of having her so close even if only for a few moments. These were the moments when he felt the weakest and had to restrain himself from telling her of his feelings.
Alex’s arms had always felt safe and comfortable to Isabel. There had been many times over the years that she had needed to be held and his had always been readily offered to her. Slowly she pulled back from that warmth and looked up into his green eyes, “I guess I should be going.”
He nodded and followed her back into the living room where Jesse was waiting with the door held open, “Have a good time.”
“Oh, we will.” Jesse assured Alex with a lecherous smile.
Isabel stopped half way out the door and called back to him, “Super strength!”
She was unable to see his reaction since Jesse had shut the door at that moment and ushered her to the car. Once they were both settled inside, he looked over at her, “What was that all about?”
“The grocery list.” Isabel answered and smiled as she recalled Alex’s reaction to the idea of buying her tampons. Those green eyes of his had narrowed, the tips of his ears had turned bright red and the smile that was never far from his lips had finally been knocked off. It was an image that she wanted to etch into her memory since Alex was usually the one getting a rise out of her.
“And things have always been platonic between you two?” Jesse asked cranking up his sports car.
Isabel sighed since it was a question that she had heard many times before. People were always wondering about the closeness that Isabel and Alex shared and it had always amused her as her automatic response came out, “Of course, we are just friends.”
TBC...
Kara