Room 406, afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

She'd needed last night, Isabel realized. After everything that had happened, she needed a night of being quiet and feeling safe.

Eventually she'd made it back to her room. After a shower, she'd called her mom, feigning surprise at the news of the destruction of the Meta-Chem, and quickly changing the subject to the cleaning supplies that were currently working busily around the room.

"I know mom," she said eventually. "Yes, we'll be out for dinner soon. I promise. Bye." Isabel hung up her phone and opened her laptop. Solitaire would be a good way to not think for the afternoon.

[Door closed, post is open! And I'm about to go AFK till about 7 EST. I'll grab pings when I get back. And I'm back!!!]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Little ball of light?" she asked with a grin, avoiding any explanations for the moment. "Really? How'd that happen?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Doctor Manx wanted us to test out a new method of wormhole travel, one where we didn't need to be sent through on a shuttle- more economical, and all that. Apparently there were still a few kinks she needed to work out, though, cause when we arrived back in Fandom... poof. Sky, Z, and I were little sparkly lightballs."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Little SPD fireflies. I'm sorry I missed it," Isabel said. "You must have been cute. Did Xander freak?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"He was a little weirded out, I think," Bridge admits.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You think he'd be used to it by now," she sighed. "Given all the weirdness of this place. And speaking of weirdness... I did have some. And I need your help."

"Can you do your thing? And just tell me what you see?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Bridge says, worried expression back now that she's admitted that something did go down. He takes off a glove and holds out a hand towards her, letting his sight re-focus to take in her aura.

Her aura that, while it's certainly got properties to it that wouldn't be found on one belonging to an average human, is one-hundred-percent pure Isabel.

"I see *you*," he says. "There's no spell, or other outside influence, or anything, which..." he frowns. "Did you think there might be?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel nodded. "If you'd done that yesterday, yeah, there would have been."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I- *what*?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Alien weirdness is the simplest way to explain," she shrugged. "A slightly more involved answer is that I died while trying to heal someone. Except instead of healing her, I changed her. To me. And sent myself along for the ride before my body burned out."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You..." and without another word, Bridge is moving to hug Isabel tightly.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel's gotten a lot of hugs today. And every one has made her felt just a little bit better. "I'm okay now. I promise."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good," Bridge says, reassured by Isabel voicing that despite the fact that he'd seen for *himself* that she was really all in one piece. "Just... good. Don't wanna lose you."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I don't want to be lost," she agreed. "I was for a little while. But I'm okay now." Hearing Bridge say that she was herself had helped tremendously.