Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel sat on her bed typing away on her laptop, trying to finish up her bill for US Government. She was not humming I'm just a bill, yeah I'm only a bill under her breath.

The door's open.

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[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin nodded, face sympathetic, as Isabel told her story. "And beings tend not to react well to different," he said quietly. "I'm guessing that's why this was a secret for so long?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Exactly. When people found out last year, the FBI wound up involved. They captured my brother and tried to make him into some kind of lab rat. We got him back, fortunately. But it wasn't easy." She shrugged, "Add in the mysterious enemies we've been warned about and you can see you I tried to keep things quiet."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin came into the room and made himself comfortable on the floor. "Your brother okay?" he asked.

His pressed his lips together. "Had a bit of a personal experience with someone close to me getting tortured recently. Way up there on my list of things never to have happen again."

He ran a hand through his hair. "And why do the enemies always have to be mysterious?" he asked. "They should have nametags or something. Make life easier for everyone."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"He's okay. They had him just long enough to scare us, scare him. But with the help of some friends we were able to get him back before they did any permanent damage."

Then Isabel nodded, understanding exactly where Anakin was coming from. "It makes you feel helpless doesn't it? Even when you're doing something, you feel like you should be doing more, doing it faster."

"Most of our problems are the result of the crash. We got separated from the ones that were supposed to protect us and teach us, so we didn't know anything growing up. It's only in the last year, hell the last two weeks that we started to find things out." She laughed bitterly thinking of the cost of that knowledge. "Just little things, like where we're from. You wouldn't happen to know anything about a planet called Antar would you?" she asked, figuring it was a total long shot, but worth a try.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Exactly," Anakin said, glad to find someone who understood. "This...thing...was why I had to leave here so suddenly. The beings who'd kidnapped my old teacher did it because they knew I was here and wouldn't be able to get there in time." He yanked at his braid. "I just about went crazy with the waiting."

He shook his head when she mentioned the name of the planet. "I haven't heard of it," he said. "But maybe the library here has something? They seem to have everything." He smiled. "I'm even mentioned in some of the Special Collections stuff from my home galaxy. It's kind of weird."

He looked up at Isabel and waved his hand. "You seem to have your powers under control, and they sound like they work kind of the same way as mine. I started my own training pretty late, but I've been working with it for almost a decade." He shrugged. "So if you hae any questions, I'd love to try to help." His mouth twisted. "I know the frustration that comes with feeling behind the curve."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"But you got him back. Right?" she asked as she slid off the bed and took a seat on the floor as well. "And in the end, that's what matters."

"I might have to ask about that. Hell, they might even have a biography of my brother. Apparently he was king on our world. Which was just what he needed to make him even more bossy."

"Thanks. That would be great. I'm still trying to figure out everything I can do," she said. "The simple stuff is easy enough, floating things, changing colors, temperatures. And can I say how weird it is to have this conversation?" she laughed. "It's definitely not something I'd be talking about with a classmate back in Roswell."

"But I'm still trying to figure out everything else. I can dreamwalk. Which means I can get inside someone's head and see what their subconcious is thinking about," she explained. "It's easier if I go to sleep myself and have a picture of the person I'm dreamwalking as a focus, but when we were looking for Max last year, I found that I could do it when I was awake. It's amazing the things you learn when you're under pressure."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, we got him back," Anakin said, eyes shining fiercely. "And taught those responsible a lesson about Jedi."

He raised an eyebrow. "Your brother was king? That make you a princess?" He smiled. "Do I need to call you by a title now?" He gave her a wicked smile. "If this kind of stuff is around, it's probably in Special Collections. I'd demand a note to get into it from Professor Skeeter, personally."

He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them. "Dreamwalking? I can't do that, but I can get inside beings' heads if I want to." He paused. "It doesn't go over well here. Just saying."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Good. We got Max back and managed to fix it so that the FBI would leave us alone." She recognized the glint in Anakin's eye. While Michael might feel guilty over taking Pierce's life, she certainly wasn't going to shed any tears. Not when his death meant that they would be safe. "You can't ask for more then that."

"He was king. Possibly, but I don't know for sure. All I know is I was betrothed to Michael, who was my brother's second in command." She shook her head. "Which was really bizarre to find out considering I've spent the past ten years treating him like a second brother."

"I'm afraid to go near Skeeter since I'm still pretty angry. I'm likely to float her up to the ceiling and leave her there if I saw her," she said grimly. "I've never even met the woman, yet she had to spill my personal business all over the radio. The bitch."

"Yeah, univited trips into people's heads are never appreciated. Fortunately the one time it happened here, it was an accident and the person understood. I actually made a good friend because of it," she said with a smile. "But as a general rule, I try to stay out of my friends' heads unless invited."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin's eyebrows went up at the part about Michael. "Okay, that had to be really weird. You were sent here without any memories of what happened back home? Mindwiped or something?"

He smiled at the image of Professor Skeeter stuck to the ceiling. "She'd deserve it," he said. "But anger is bad, et cetera, at least from everything my teachers have told me. Using powers like we have when we're not thinking clearly can lead to some pretty nasty consequences." He thought about it for a minute. "Maybe someone else instead. I mean, if you want to get into the Special Collections at all."

He spread his hands. "I was using it as a kind of pre-emptive measure to, um, avoid violence. But yeah, it didn't go over very well."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel shook her head. "I think the memories are there. We just haven't been able to access them other then occasional flashes. From what we've been able to piece together, our planet was at war. With who, or what we have no clue. But somehow, some way, we were killed. Our alien essence was combined with human DNA and we were sent here to earth to grow and learn to use our powers so that we could eventually return to our planet and save our people."

"But the ship crashed and the government got involved. Somehow the the survivors of the crash managed to hide the pods we were incubating in in a cave in the desert and that's where we stayed until we hatched ten years ago. The only problem was, the lone survivor of the crash didn't make it back in time. We were found by the authorities and considered abandoned children." She sighed, "Max and I were lucky. We were adopted together. But we'd gotten separated from Michael and he wound up in foster care. We didn't find him again till we started school a year later."

"It's only in the last year, since we finally made contact with the survivor, that we were able to figure out even the most basic of facts," she finished.

"As for Special Collections, maybe I'll ask Prof. Lyman. I pretty sure he'd help."