I Just Want To Be Normal

The wedding had been wonderful, and it was great to catch up with friends. But unfortunately Monday found Isabel back in real life with not a single talking animal to be seen.

She made it through her classes, spent some time at the gym, had dinner, and finally made it back to her room just in time to start researching information for her next psych paper. That was, when she wasn't being distracted by games that were being shared by people on her Google Reader.

[Open for phone calls, emails, unexpected visitors...]

Virgo Campfire - Dean, Brooke

Isabel was used to bad dreams; nightmares really, of Antar, of Kivar and that dark room. And more recently nightmares of what had happened when she'd been taken. Sometimes she never managed to take control and just remained, trapped in Meris' mind. Other times that confrontation on the beach went much differently and ended with someone she loved dead.

But this was different. Amorphous and fleeting, Isabel couldn't make sense of it. She just knew it disturbed her enough that she wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon. Slipping carefully from the bed so she didn't disturb a sleeping Wyatt, Isabel perched on the windowsill to watch the sunrise over the island and think about the last few days.

As Isabel argued with the Portalocity people about a last minute portal to Roswell, she thought about how much easier it would be to just call Wyatt and get him to orb her to Michael. But given what she suspected of happening, and how proud she knew Michael was; she didn't think swooping in with Wyatt would be a good idea.

Yet she still didn't want to go alone. Not when she remembered how badly things had gone when she and Max had tried to deal with Hank for her Michael so long ago. But there was someone who Michael had trusted enough to tell about Hank. And Isabel was pretty sure that he'd be more then willing to help.

After making all the arrangements for the portal, Isabel made her way down the hall and knocked on Dean's door.

( Want to go on a road trip? )

Dean's Party had been fun. At least until the point Isabel had run into Ronan and he'd told her what Peter had done. Then the night became all about cheering up an unhappy friend. Isabel was pretty sure a movie marathon of Sparta, and Sea's Eleven, Twelve & Thirteen had done the job.

Or at least she hoped so, despite her best efforts, she'd fallen asleep sometime around four in the morning.

Yawning, Isabel sat up and stretched, then gave Ronan's shoulder a shake. "Wake up sleepy head."

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Classes had started, and just like Isabel thought, they were rather interesting. It was certainly going to keep her last semester from being boring.

She'd made a run to J,GoB and picked up some chocolate dipped biscotti to share with Anders whenever he turned up. But for the time being she was surfing ONTD and shaking her head at the latest celebrity meltdown.

The door was open.

The doorman had been mildly suspicious, but between a combination of good forging skills and alien-fu, he couldn't find a thing wrong with their IDs. With the additional help of two pretty, dressed to kill blondes smiling at him, he really had no choice but to let them into the club.

"Well we're not in Fandom anymore," Isabel said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Who's ready to dance?"

The day started off happy enough, and the visit to Xander had been enjoyable. But Isabel was still disturbed by Ares' class and her conversation with Dean.

She knew things had been going too well.

The door was open as Isabel tried to review her notes for class. Which looked an awful lot like staring into space.