izzyalienqueen | Entries tagged with back in roswell

To say the last 24 hours had been intense was an understatement. Isabel had made her goodbyes and been ready to leave. She'd watched Michael choose to stay behind, found out that Tess had been responsible for Alex's death and that Tess was planning to betray them all and lead them to their deaths.

Watching the granolith blast across the sky was difficult. It was their only way home and now it was gone. But still, suddenly life had possibilities.

They'd spent the day talking, Liz and Maria close to Max and Michael's sides. She finally told them all about Fandom High and the unique students there. She was grateful that they all supported her decision to return.

Half asleep, she packed her bags and got ready to go home. Picking up her phone, she left two messages and smiled for the first time in days.

Current Mood: tired

The decision has been made and the countdown has begun. They’re going home. Isabel’s not happy. It’s too much, too soon. It’s happening too fast. They still don’t know who’s responsible for what happened to Alex. But if they’re going to save Max’s son, they don’t have a choice.

They’ve made the tape for their parents. She’s said good-bye to Kyle. There’s nothing left to do but wait. Her eyes traveled around her room, taking one last look at everything familiar, before landing on the laptop, an early birthday gift from her parents, sitting on her desk. She sighed. There was still one more good-bye to make.

( Email to Peter )

She pressed send and waited a minute before deleting the copy of the message from the sent folder.

Lying back on her bed, she waited for Max.

[OOC: No interaction possible.]

Current Mood: emo

( Isabel hadn’t intended to go to the Valenti’s. )

[OOC: No interaction possible. Scene based on the Roswell episode Baby It’s You.]

Current Mood: pensive

( Isabel would give anything to be back in the gym teasing Cam right now. )

[OOC: No interaction possible. Scene pulled from the Roswell episode Baby It’s You.]

Current Mood: pensive

Max hadn't returned home until after dinner. Isabel didn't say anything to him, simply took the keys to the Jeep off the hook and went for a drive. Thirty minutes later, she was out at the old quarry, sitting on the hood of the Jeep staring at the stars.

She wasn't sure what to think. If Max followed through on his treats, then life as she knew it was over. But if she obeyed him and stayed, it was over anyway. A decision had to be made, she just hoped she was strong enough to make it.

Things had been crazed since she'd returned to Roswell and she hadn't checked her messages. She dialed in to her voicemail and smiled at Xander's message about Angel. Her face fell a bit at Peter's message, but only because it reminded her of why she'd returned in the first place.

Still both messages made her realize that she had friends in Fandom that would stand by her if she needed it. And she had a feeling she would.

[ooc: waves hi! There's an armadillo running around outside our camper.]

Current Mood: pensive

( Heading back to the school the next afternoon really wasn’t an option. )

[OOC: No interaction possible. Scene pulled from the Roswell episode It’s Too Late And Too Bad.]

Current Mood: angry

( It was weird to be back at the Roswell High. )

[OOC: No interaction possible. Scene pulled from the Roswell episode It’s Too Late And Too Bad.]

Current Mood: angry

( Another dream )

Isabel sat up and wiped away the tears on her face. It was just another dream.

[OOC: No interaction possible. Scene pulled from the Roswell episode Cry Your Name.]

Current Mood: upset

( Cut for bad dreams )

[OOC: No interaction possible. Scene pulled from the Roswell episode Cry Your Name.]

Current Mood: upset

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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