Room 406, afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel returned from the clinic intent on finding Janet and seeing what else she could do to help. She stopped by her room to drop of her jacket and pick up the books she needed to return. The phone started ringing just as she closed the door.

“Hello?” she said, as she dropped her jacket on her bed.

“Mom? What’s wrong?” Isabel stopped suddenly, alarmed by the tears in her mother’s voice.

“Mom! Just tell me.” Something had to have happened to Max. No, Michael. He found some clue and went off and did something stupid.

And then it felt like her heart stopped, “NO! He’s not, he can’t be.” Shocked, she sat down on the bed.

“How?” she asked quietly. “What happened?”

“I see. I want to come home,” she said, her voice trembling. “For the funeral.”

“You have? Tonight?” It was hard to think, her mind in too much turmoil to actually process more then the bare facts. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

She hung up the phone and sat silently, tears streaming down her face.

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[soldtoarmenians]

"Not planning on going anywhere." Xander smiled. "You need anything, or just want to talk, call me."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I will." Isabel grabbed her bag and headed towards the door, stopping for just a moment to kiss Xander's cheek and give him one more quick hug. "Thank you."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander watched her leave, and stood still for a moment after the door closed behind her, still watching, though he couldn't tell you what. Then he walked over to his desk and dropped some food in the frog tank. For another moment, he stared at the picture of Buffy and Mr. Yuk Angel, before rolling his eyes. "Fine," Xander muttered in Jeremiah's direction, like the frog had said anything at all, and he peeled the sticker off Angel's face.

Then he reached for the picture pinned to the corkboard at the back. He sat on the edge of his bed looking at it for a long time, before he finally left.