izzyalienqueen | Las Vegas, Friday Night

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Las Vegas, Friday Night

As soon as Wyatt orbed them back from Roswell, Isabel tossed her bag on the couch, pulled out her phone and tried to call her mother to apologize for missing dinner.

Except no one answered the phone.

Which was...odd.

"I guess you want to know what was going on," she said to Wyatt.

[Mostly for one, but calls are welcome.]

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Wyatt shook his head, wrapping his arms around her. "I didn't know," he said. "I just orbed to your family's house like I said I would."

Isabel went very still. "You mean that wasn't some weird ass alternative universe? That was my parents' house?"

"Yeah, as far as I could tell," Wyatt said quietly. "I mean, I could've been orb-jacked or something and sent to the wrong place, but I thought I was going to the right dimension."

"If you'd been traveling by Portalocity I'd say that was a possibility. But you've never had this happen before, so I can see it happening now. Unless you were distracted or something maybe?" Yes, Isabel was grasping at straws.

"Like I said, it's possible," Wyatt said, though his tone was skeptical. "But why -- and how -- would someone send your portal to the wrong place and then somehow send me there, too?"

"You're right. That doesn't make sense." Despite how much she wanted it to. It was a lot easier then accepting her own brothers barely knew her.

"Which means if that was home, then something is really wrong. It's not just that they didn't know you. They didn't know me. Not really."

"What do you mean?" Wyatt asked, growing more concerned about this himself. "They didn't recognize you?"

"Oh no, they recognized me. But they were surprised I was home from New York," Isabel explained. "Apparently once we graduated from high school, I, or at least the Isabel they knew left town. She doesn't come back all that often and they don't really talk."

"They never met Liz and Maria. Never had to deal with the alien weirdness. Everything is different and I don't know how or why it happened."

"Or how to fix it back," she added in a small voice.

Wyatt squeezed her tighter. "It'll wear off in a few days, won't it?" he said. If it was just Fandom weirdness, somehow affecting everyone around them instead of them themselves for a change.

"We could go back and try to figure out how things changed, if you want."

"I think I know what's changed." She didn't know how or why it happened but it seemed the most logical starting point. "They never heard of Liz or Maria. Had never heard of the Crashdown." Little did Isabel know that currently the Crashdown was nothing but a black spot of nothing on Roswell's main street.

"If Liz was never shot, if Max never healed her, then all the alien weirdness never happened. We graduated and I left. I never came to Fandom."

"If it's not Fandom weirdness, then why would someone want to do that, and why wouldn't it affect you?" Wyatt wondered aloud. "Either somebody went back in time, or it's a spell. And if it's a spell it can be broken."

"Or it could be alien weirdness. We never did find out what happened to Kivar." Which was a thought that brought back a lot of very bad memories for Isabel. "But it doesn't make sense. Why now? Why Liz and Maria and not me?"

"I don't know," Wyatt admitted.

Something else occurred to him, though he was a little reluctant to voice it. "Could be someone trying to screw with you to get to me," he said. "Maybe you were supposed to forget all about Fandom, too, but it didn't quite work out right."

"We know that's a possibility," she nodded, thinking of what she remembered from the reunion weekend. "So we add it to the list. Fandom weirdness, alien weirdness, and magical weirdness. Great, where do we begin?"

Isabel was quiet for a moment as she thought things over, and to appreciate the fact that Wyatt was there keep her from panicking too badly. "I'm going to call Parker. She made a comment on Twitter earlier about losing track of things. Maybe it's happening to her as well."

"That would mean it was definitely Fandom then," Wyatt said, more than a little relieved. Even if it meant more than Isabel's home was affected, it would mean more people helping to figure out what was going on.

The call didn't take long and the answer was weirdly reassuring.

"So it looks like it's some sort of Fandom thing," Isabel said, joining Wyatt on the couch. "Ben, one of the guys we sprang from the Centre last year is missing. As in no one else remembers him at all."

"So Fandom's randomly erasing people from our lives but not our memories of them," Wyatt said with a scowl. "Not funny. But that means it'll probably be over in a couple days like Fandom weirdness usually is."

"Not just erasing people, changing our lives. It's like that whole butterfly flapping in Japan causes a hurricane in Florida theory. Ripples, spreading out and changing everything," she shuddered, not liking where that train of thought was taking her. "I hope your right. That it's only a few days."

"Maybe we better check out what's going on on the island just to be sure," Wyatt said. "They could already be working on it."

"I'll call Ronan and maybe Anakin. If something's up, I'm sure one of them will know." Not that she made any effort to move just yet. The day's stress was starting to catch up to her.

Wyatt wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Yeah, they'll know," he agreed. "They're probably all over fixing it. But I'll check the Book of Shadows for anything, too."

"Memory demons or spells?" It made sense, but it didn't mean Isabel had to like the idea of Wyatt heading back to San Francisco. "You realize I'm going to text you constantly."

"And time travel," Wyatt said. "Since whatever's doing this is hitting different points in time. Time travel's really tricky, though."

And it often made you wear a bad wig. Just ask Cole.

Just as long as there was no evil facial hair.

"So whatever this is is traveling though time and dimensions making people disappear like they've never been born and rewriting history without anyone but us realizing it." Saying it all like that made her shudder once more. "I'm getting a really bad feeling about this."

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