Roswell Fanatics

Isabel/Calypso

I watch him close his eyes and feel hurt...those damn witched are always going to come first with him...it'll never be me or our child

Taking off my robe I settle down under the covers,my mind in a spin...I'm pregnant,very happy about it,love the father...want to be with him desperately but I'm still unsure of how strongly he feels for me although he has reassured me of his love

~Alex~

"Goodnight." I whisper

Isabel/Calypso

With a wave of my hand I turn the lights off so that the only light in the room is from the street light outside
Turning over to face him I say softly "I didn't want us to argue tonight...tonight was supposed to be special."

~Alex~

"I know but seems to be the only thing we have been doing lately."

Isabel/Calypso

Taking one of his hands in mine I say sincerely "I promise I'll make an effort about the whole Maria issue and...you can tell them tomorrow if you want to."

~Alex~

"No, your right we need to get use to the idea before we tell anyone. Its just that I have not been in a realtionship for a long time and Liz, Maria, and Tess always came first. Its going to take time for me to change."

Isabel/Calypso

"It's okay...I was being selfish earlier.We both have to get used to the idea of being parents as well as being a relationship."

I move closer to him "We'll learn together."

~Alex~

"Together." I repeat as I wrap my arm around her. Closing my eyes I let sleep over come me.

Isabel/Calypso

"Goodnight" I mumble against his chest

OOC Thank you! It was only good because I had such wonderful writers to play off of.

*Maria*

My mind is in a whirl wind. The past, present, and future all start blurring together. What's happening to me? The images keep rushing at me in no particular order making it difficult of determining things that have come to pass or will.

* Kyle stoops over and puts my Barbee's head back in place. He assures me that Pam Troy won't ever get near me again. I wipe silent tears from my eyes.

* My first kiss. Figures it would be Alex. We both nervously laugh at the fact that we both almost missed.

* The excitment of Graduation and how Liz told me she was so proud of me. Even though we both wore the same robe she still played the mother role and took pictures making a fuss over our acomplishment.

* I am holding a slumbering child as I wade through a living room stock piled with toys. "Honey could you pick up some milk on you way home for work?" I call.

*Tess's first night in the maynor. It was a huge slumber party. Feathers were scattered every where from the pillow fight while tubs of half eaten Ben and Jerry's lined the floor.

*I fix Liz's veil as we stand in front of a full length mirror. She gives me a soft hug and giggles, "This is the happiest day of my life."

*And then Michael. We have only had a few stolen momentrs together but I recall ever curve of his face. There isn't a glint of gold in his chocolate brown eyes that I haven't cherished.

I struggle trying to make the pictures cease. It hurts to bad. i don't want to feel. Feeling makes you weak the voice in my head taunts. I fight back. No!! Loving them makes me stronger. It makes me who I am.
I am Marianna Deluca. Powers or no powers My place is with them.

The beast inside screams in defeat. Their comforting voices bring me back. They allow me to reach the surface.

"Can you switch you powers back now Maria, and come home with us?"

I almost stumble but out clasped hands keep me up. Yet again reminding me that they'll be there to pick me up when I fall.

"Y..Yes." I stammer. I have pushed the evil down ,but it is still inside me producing this pain. Heat rushes to my heart clamping down and refusing to release me.

"I. I need to transfer it, but I'm to weak to do it through my mind. Where is Sebastion? I have to touch him."

My knees give out and I almost collapse. I don't have much time left. If I don't remove this abomination from my body it's going to eat away at my insides until it destroys me completely.

I can feel myself slipping away. That voice urging me to give into the sweet surrender ,but I resist holding my family closely.