Antar, six months after Fandom
Mar. 8th, 2007 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzyalienqueenIsabel sat up at the sound of a knock on the door and pushed her hair back off her face. "It's open. Come in." She wasn't at all surprised when the door opened and Max and Michael stepped into the room. Ducking her head to avoid their concerned looks, Isabel studied her nails. Once kept longish and neatly manicured, now they were worn and ragged, a symbol of how she really felt.
"How are you doing?" Max asked quietly.
"I'm fine," she insisted. "Just like I've been every other time you've asked me."
"Isabel…" Michael chimed in, exasperated.
"Michael…" Isabel replied in kind, even as her hands clenched. "I promise I'm fine. When can I get my team back?"
"Isabel, it's too soon," Max said, walking over and resting his hand on her shoulder. It took everything in her too keep from flinching.
"It's not too soon," she said, shrugging off his hand and starting to pace, only to realize there was really no where to go in the small room. "What am I suppose to do? Sit here and wait? Sit here and let everyone stare at me? I can't do that Max. I need to get out of here and do something…anything. Please?"
"I don't think…" Max began, only to be cut off by Michael. "You can work with my team for a while," he said. "I know you want your team back. And you'll get it. But for now, let's start with this."
Max glared at Michael but Isabel ignored him. She was starting over again. But she did it once, she could do it again. "Thank you Michael."
"Yeah, thank you Michael," Max said, rubbing his head. "I wish you'd give yourself more time. But since you won't. Go with Michael. He can watch out for you."
She started to say she could look out for herself but stopped, not willing to give Max an opportunity to point out how wrong she was. Instead she focused on Michael, "You still do your briefings right after breakfast?"
"I expect you there in the morning," he nodded.
"I'll be there," Isabel promised, already mentally steeling herself to face the looks she knew she'd receive.
"Good. I'll see you then." Briefly brushing his hand over her arm, Michael left the room.
Max watched silently as Isabel went back to her bed and stretched out. "What? I'm tired. I want to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow."
"Isabel, you can't keep pretending. You spent over a month…"
"Max. Stop now," she said firmly. "I'm fine. Now go and let me get some sleep."
"Fine. Good night. Sleep well," Shaking his head at her stubbornness, Max hit the power source for the light, then left the room, shutting the door behind him.
The room went dark and Isabel went rigid in the bed, flashing back to the weeks in the cell. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down but after only a minute she waved her hand and turned the light back on. It was a long time before she was able to get to sleep.
[ooc: NFB for distance, yadda, yadda, yadda....]
"How are you doing?" Max asked quietly.
"I'm fine," she insisted. "Just like I've been every other time you've asked me."
"Isabel…" Michael chimed in, exasperated.
"Michael…" Isabel replied in kind, even as her hands clenched. "I promise I'm fine. When can I get my team back?"
"Isabel, it's too soon," Max said, walking over and resting his hand on her shoulder. It took everything in her too keep from flinching.
"It's not too soon," she said, shrugging off his hand and starting to pace, only to realize there was really no where to go in the small room. "What am I suppose to do? Sit here and wait? Sit here and let everyone stare at me? I can't do that Max. I need to get out of here and do something…anything. Please?"
"I don't think…" Max began, only to be cut off by Michael. "You can work with my team for a while," he said. "I know you want your team back. And you'll get it. But for now, let's start with this."
Max glared at Michael but Isabel ignored him. She was starting over again. But she did it once, she could do it again. "Thank you Michael."
"Yeah, thank you Michael," Max said, rubbing his head. "I wish you'd give yourself more time. But since you won't. Go with Michael. He can watch out for you."
She started to say she could look out for herself but stopped, not willing to give Max an opportunity to point out how wrong she was. Instead she focused on Michael, "You still do your briefings right after breakfast?"
"I expect you there in the morning," he nodded.
"I'll be there," Isabel promised, already mentally steeling herself to face the looks she knew she'd receive.
"Good. I'll see you then." Briefly brushing his hand over her arm, Michael left the room.
Max watched silently as Isabel went back to her bed and stretched out. "What? I'm tired. I want to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow."
"Isabel, you can't keep pretending. You spent over a month…"
"Max. Stop now," she said firmly. "I'm fine. Now go and let me get some sleep."
"Fine. Good night. Sleep well," Shaking his head at her stubbornness, Max hit the power source for the light, then left the room, shutting the door behind him.
The room went dark and Isabel went rigid in the bed, flashing back to the weeks in the cell. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down but after only a minute she waved her hand and turned the light back on. It was a long time before she was able to get to sleep.
[ooc: NFB for distance, yadda, yadda, yadda....]
