izzyalienqueen | Roswell, Late Saturday Night, NFB

She was back in the Crashdown, sitting in a booth with Alex.

"You're not really here, are you?" she asked sadly.

Alex shook his head, "No. You're talking in your sleep."

"God, I wish I could really talk to you, Alex."

"I'm the next best thing," he said with a small smile. "What do you want to say?"

She wiped at her eyes, already feeling the tears start. "That I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never should've brought you into any of this."

"Any of what?" he asked, puzzled.

"Me. My life."

"You think knowing you had something to do with what happened?" he frowned, and took her hand.

She stared at their joined hands. "Yes, I do. I don't know how, but...God, if you hadn't been involved with us, with me...."

He tugged her close and put an arm around her. "Hey, if I was really here, I'd tell you you're full of crap. You know that."

"Yeah, but it wouldn't make me feel any better," she said as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Reluctantly he pulled away and stood. "I better go."

"Why?" she asked, her eyes shining.

"I'm not making things any better for you," Alex said sadly.

"No, please. Please don't go." She reached out and caught his arm, keeping him from walking away.

"I'm already gone. This is just a dream; that you'll eventually wake up from."

"Will I see you again?" By now, the tears were falling freely down her face.

"That depends on you. But I have a feeling, I wouldn't want me to be here." Alex reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand and then leaned in to kiss her gently. "Bye, Isabel," he said sadly before walking out the door.

Isabel sat up and wiped away the tears on her face. It was just another dream.

[OOC: No interaction possible. Scene pulled from the Roswell episode Cry Your Name.]