Matches Made... (Adult/CC/UC/AU) *OC's welcome* RECASTING!!

[StormWolfstone]

~Isabel~

(A couple days before)


"Miss Evans, can I get your autograph?" I hear someone say as I'm walking past them to head into the show I'm doing. This time I'm actually modeling my own fashions rather then simply hiring several models. I have only five other models on staff. With a smile, I nod and turn to see the young man who's holding out a marker and his shirt is off, he's pointing to his chest and I know that it's not as though my autograph will be saved.

Turning to my assistant I hold out my hand for one of my photo's, quickly signing it and stepping over to him before taking the marker and very slowly signing my name. "There you are. And, here's the photo as well. Who should I address it to?"

"Jackson." The man replies and I do just that, leaning over to kiss him on his cheek. When I draw back I see exactly what I knew I would. A smile that's bright and a blush on pale cheeks. "Thank you."

"Anytime, and Jackson, why don't you and your friend come on in and join us. You can even stay for the after party." I tell him. It was a habit, any show I modeled or put on, I invited a couple of men and a couple of women that were fans to come back and join us.

"Really?" I nodded and motioned to the guards who let them through. "Wow, thanks."

"Come on, you two can escort me inside." The girls had already gone in ahead, I'd chosen them the morning before.

"Isabel, we've got a problem... Missy can't seem to get into the dress." I hear as soon as we've walked in.

"How can she not fit in the dress, it fit fine two days ago? Let out the tucks slightly, if that doesn't work, tell her she can go home." I turned to the boys on my arms, "How old are you two?"

"I'm nineteen, Jeff is twenty-two." Jackson replies and I nod, that means they are both old enough to see the true workings backstage.

"Come with me then, you can see everything as it happens." I tell them and they both nod, eagerly awaiting the delights I was offering. As we made our way into the back, I wonder if Michael and Max will be able to make it to my show or if their schedules are keeping them too busy.

"Alright, guys. You stay put here and watch the business as it is." I say with a smile and then rush off to check on the models who are in the large dressing room we've just entered. "Drea, take the shoulder off slightly." I tell her as I grab the first gown I'm going to be modeling and step behind the changing curtain. The others might walk around with their skivies, but I refuse to do so. Not to mention, the guards new Michael and Max were welcome in here at anytime and I know they wouldn't want to walk in with me changing.

Once I've got the gown on, I walk out and motion to one of the assistants, "Help me zip this up." I say, turning my back so that they can. Once it's settled, I check the others and we're finally ready to start the show.

(Present)

My show was a huge success and I've decided to take a couple weeks vacation. I have every intention of trying to convince the guy's to do the same, so sitting at the kitchen table, I wait with a meal keeping warm in the oven for all of us to share and hope they got my messages about wanting to talk since like me they can make their own schedules. I really think it's time that all three of us took a break and simply enjoyed some mellow time. We've worked so hard at trying to be normal that sometimes I worry that we overdid it.

My cell rings and I pick it up, listening as my assistant automatically goes into message giving mode, writing down numbers that I will need and names to remember before I tell her, "Thanks, Caroline. I'll be in touch. For the next couple of days just write things down and leave them in my office. Oh and work half days, I'll be paying you full time but take some time to relax."

"Wow, thanks Izzy. I appreciate that." I hear her say and can't help but laugh.

"Don't mention it. I'll talk with you later." I hang up the phone and look around the house. We had a five bedroom and had chosen to live together because we never knew whether something could happen that would cause trouble for us. I know I myself was glad we stayed together, I wouldn't be able to handle things without Michael and Max. They were and would always be my rocks. I wouldn't be able to keep from worrying everytime I ran into the FBI that they were on to me if they weren't there to help keep me calm.

[StormWolfstone]

Looks like our Liz isn't going to be here anymore. So, she's open now.

[StormWolfstone]

where is everyone????????????????

[KarenEvans]

I'm here Storm,just waiting for a Liz post or for one of the others to post before I get Alex to stop by the Crashdown.

[littleroswell]

Guys, I am so sorry! I didn't get an email notice that we had replies to this thread like I usually do. I'll try to get something worked up for whoever I need to in the next day or so. Please forgive me!

[littleroswell]

Ok, here's Michael and I'll try to post something for Kyle later.

~Michael~

I’m on my way home from another grand opening of yet another new gallery that will be featuring my work. Whatever happened to the struggling artist who goes crazy from loneliness and poverty? I think it’s more realistic to say that the artist who gets famous goes crazy because he is never left alone! All I want to do is concentrate on my work and trying to find out who we are.

Oh, excuse me; I didn’t mention that my best friends, Isabel and Max, and I are not exactly from around here did I? Well, we’re not. We’re aliens…lost aliens who have no idea where they are from or who we are or why we’re here. We’ve grown up together and always thought there should be at least one more of us out there somewhere…don’t ask me why.

As I ride in the taxi on the way back to the house, I realize that I’m tired…bone tired. I need some time off I think. Some time to just relax and try to get inspired to paint or draw again. I might even sit down at the pottery wheel again. Well, let’s not get crazy.

Picking up my cell phone, I frown at it. I wonder what Isabel wants now. Last time she said she wanted to talk to me, she talked me into going to that matchmaker with her and I ended up signing up! I didn’t plan on it…heck I don’t even want a girlfriend! All they are is trouble and another very big expense. Besides, I could never allow a human to be with me knowing that I’m so different. And I sure as hell couldn’t tell them why I was different! I sigh and make a promise to myself to call my assistant and make sure to clear my calendar for a while.

[StormWolfstone]

Liz won't be in Roswell just yet.... it would be just Alex and Maria at the moment... Liz will be arriving in a couple of days...

I'm going to temp Liz for now.


~Liz~

I can hardly believe that I've finally neared the final leg of gaining my major in molecular biology. I've already recieved an offer to work on a project right back by Roswell so I could still live back where I know but have a well respected job. Of course, it wasn't explained what my job would be. Instead, they told me that as soon as I completed my degree they would contact me again. They reminded me of feds.

Still, if it was for the government I'd definitely have great benefits. I smiled as my lab partner came into the library and took a seat across from me. "Stef when we finish this up, we'll only have one more final. Can you believe it? All this work, all the time we spent... finally panning out."

"Beth, you may be set, but I... on the other hand... am not going to be. My grades aren't near as good as yours." My partner and friend says. I shake my head and reach out a hand placing it on his arm.

"Are you kidding me, Stefan? You and I are on the same lists everywhere as being the top students. You are simply brilliant. The work you did on the molecular reconstruction theory of metals was amazing." I tell him and he smiles. I can tell that I said exactly what he needed to hear. "So, after finals are you going back home?"

"No, I'll be staying on here until I locate a position. What about you?"

"My best-friends are supposed to be around town... so yeah, I'll be going back home and then awaiting a position from there." I tell him and then we give each other a nod before getting to our project.

[KarenEvans]

OOC-arrrghhhh!!!I was half way through a huge post when there was a power failure so I lost everything.Will try and have a post up asap.

[KarenEvans]

Alex

Covering my mouth to stifle a yawn I get out of my chair and pick up my briefcase and head to my office door,stopping to switch off the lights.As I go out in to the corridor I notice the janitor has already begun his nightly cleaning session.Nodding briefly at him I head for the elevator.The man must think I am a loser,being the last to leave the office so late at night on a Friday.

As I enter the elevator I start humming a song that my band The Whits used to play back in high school and I can't help but chuckle when I remember one particular episode.The band was the one highlight in my otherwise non-existant social life in high school.I was never the party animal and I had three close friends,two best friends and a girlfriend.

Steping out of the elevator in to the underground arking lot,my thoughts return to the incident.The Whits were playing at the annual school Valentine's Day dance and Maria was our lead singer.Two of our loudest supporters were cheering us one from their seats,namely Liz and Connie.

Maria was about half way through the song when the barely there strap of her extremely tight red dress snapped.The look on her face was priceless...not to mention the looks on the faces of all the guys.I can never forget the number of V-Day cards in her locker the next morning.Oh yes...those were the good old days.

Starting up the car I maneuver out of the parking lot and turn out on to the street and head for the Crashdown.As usual the Friday night crowd of high school kids had the place bursting at the seams.Whenevere I walk in to this place I feel like a kid again.

Looking around I spot Mr.Parker,"Hey Mr.Parker,is Liz here by any chance?" I ask hopefully,as I glance in to the kitchen as if she'd be back there like when we were kids

"Hi Alex...long time no see son.Sorry,she isn't here yet.She said she'll be here in a few days.I'm sure the first thing she'll do is call you.Do you want anything?"

Now I am not exactly hungry but what the heck,"Yeah please,my usual...Will Smith burger and an orange soda." I say as I make myself comfortable on one of the bar stools

[KarenEvans]

OOC-where is everyone?my post can be used as an entry point for anyone of the characters.Alex is alone so someone can strike up a conversation with him.