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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[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."