izzyalienqueen | Roswell, Tuesday Afternoon, NFB

She’d borrowed her mother’s car and driven over because she couldn’t stand to be in the house. But even now, in the familiar surroundings, near the people she once called friends, Isabel didn’t feel at home. She’s surprised to realize that she misses Fandom, misses going for coffee at the Perk, sparring with Cam, and hanging out in the common rooms. At the moment her flight home to Fandom wasn’t scheduled until Sunday, she wondered if there was anyway to change it and get back to school sooner.

She’d intended to do some reading for Western Lit, but been distracted when she found the photos Bentram had taken for her that night in the common room tucked in the back of the book. Idly she flipped through them, smiling at the memories. She looked up when Michael sat down at the picnic table with her.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself," she said.

"So, are those your friends from school?" he asked after a brief glance at the pictures.

"They are," she said as she schuffled through the pictures and pulled out one of Xander. "Don’t tell my folks, but this is my roommate. He’s really nice."

"I won’t," he said.

"Good, I don’t think my parents are ready to handle that bit of news yet."

Michael frowned, "You’re probably right. You realize you can’t go back don’t you?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Isabel, you know the drill. We have to stay in Roswell. We stick together. It's a given." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "We let you leave once and look what happened."

She slammed her hand down on the table. "Don’t you dare blame what happened to Alex on me. I’m going back."

"What happens if we need you back here? What are you gonna tell your roommates or your professors? "Oh, sorry, Dr. So-and-so, "but I gotta miss sociology "because some fresh gandarium sprang up in the Roswell sewers."

Isabel laughed bitterly; at Fandom they’d probably understand those excuses. "Michael…"

"I'm not done. I mean, who's paying for all this cross-country travel? Do you know what a last-minute plane ticket costs nowadays?" he asked.

"So, I'll change dollar bills into hundreds," she said, rolling her eyes.

Of course that got Michael’s attention. "You can do that?"

"Michael, I’m going back."

"Look. I know you want to pretend that you’re a normal girl, living a normal life. But you’re not. You’ve got a responsibility."

Isabel flinched. "If you say Destiny I will hit you. Right now I have a responsibility to me. And if leaving is what I need to do, I’ll do it."

He shook his head, "Yeah, and I'm suggesting you don't make a huge decision right now. Not when your emotions are still running high."

"Isn't that when you make all of your decisions?" she asked.

"Isabel, this is final."

"It's not for you to say, Michael." She got to her feet, intent on walking away.

"No, but I'm speaking for Max."

"You know what?" she said angrily. "You tell Max that if he has something to say to me, he'd best find the time to say it himself." Furious, she stalked away.

[OOC: No interaction possible. Scene pulled from the Roswell episode It’s Too Late And Too Bad.]