It hadn't been the weekend Isabel had planned on. She'd been grabbed on her way to town and spent two days in Tartarus screaming.

But she'd finally been rescued and made her way back to her room.

Cold, tired, and worried about what Wyatt was doing in the midst of all this, Isabel pulled a blanket around her shoulders and curled up on her bed to wait for him.

[For the boyfriend.]
izzyalienqueen: (if you just held me)
After leaving Cal's room, Isabel had done just what she'd said she would, gone back to her room and immediately gone to sleep. She wasn't sure when Wyatt had turned up, all she knew was at some point there was a warm body to snuggle up to.

Isabel was in the midst of a pleasant dream, and certainly not ready to wake up, when suddenly there was an announcement.

"You've got to be kidding me."

[For the boyfriend who was modded with permission. For great slowplay till this evening.]
From here

She'd agreed to the tests, whatever they would involve, in a vain hope that her cooperation would spare Max, Michael and Wyatt some pain. Pierce had given one curt nod and left the room.

Now, minutes seemed like hours as she waited for him to return and the testing to begin.

Isabel wasn't sure if it was her imagination or reality, but everyone once in a while she wore she could hear an anguished scream echo through the deafening silence of the White Room.

Hands curled into fists, nails digging into her palms, she waited.
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[Adapted from the Roswell novel Pursuit by Andy Mangels and Michael A. Martin]
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