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wow wow and wow. tis is totally rocking. totally rocking. oh ma. sometimes max. i don't know about you. hit him in the head please.
you isabel and alex moments are great. such feeling. i love what you did with jesse. totally hysterical.
you isabel and alex moments are great. such feeling. i love what you did with jesse. totally hysterical.
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Egyptian Dwelling Silly Sister Techie Connection
If we don't change we don't grow. If we don't grow we aren't really living. - Gail Sheey
My spelling is wobbly. It's good spelling but it wobbles and the letters get in the worng places - Pooh
Egyptian Dwelling Silly Sister Techie Connection
If we don't change we don't grow. If we don't grow we aren't really living. - Gail Sheey
My spelling is wobbly. It's good spelling but it wobbles and the letters get in the worng places - Pooh
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"The Seekers"
Chapter 9
by Stargazer MD
Isabel spent every night in the dream realm, but while she could feel Alex’s presence, and she could call his dream to her, she could not enter it. Every night she became more and more dismayed, as she was forced to witness his night time agony. After several weeks she noticed that his dream orb was present for shorter and shorter periods each night, and she realized that he was trying to go without sleep, trying to avoid his tormentor. This cut her to her soul, knowing that his tormentor was within him, and there was no way he could escape.
**********
Jim looked up to see Deputy Blackwood standing in the doorway.
“You better take line two Jim,” he said with a grim look on his face.
“Sheriff Valenti,” Jim said efficiently.
“Sheriff, I hope that you can help me,” the caller said.
“Well, that’s what we’re here for. What can I do to help.”
“My name is Linda Russell, and I run a homeless shelter in Las Vegas. The reason I’m calling is that I’m concerned about one of out volunteers here.”
“I don’t know what I can do to help you in Las Vegas,” Jim interrupted.
“I understand Sheriff, but I think you have to hear the rest of my story. My husband is a police officer here, and he’s the one who suggested I call you. He did what little he could and came up empty.”
Jim settled back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. “Okay, why don’t you tell me what you can.”
“Yell, we had a guy come in here about a month ago. We actually had to turn him away for about a week because we didn’t have any more room for him. Well one evening the only computer we have here crashed. Evan came in, and despite the fact I had to turn him away again, he stayed and fixed the computer for me before going back out into the rain. I found a bed for him about a week later, and he’s been working here ever since, doing odd jobs and the like.”
Jim felt a chill run up his spine. “Tell me more about this Evan.”
“He goes by the name Evan Bell. I doubt that’s his real name, my husband ran a record check on him, he even called in a favor and ran a triple-I, but everything came back not on file. He looks about twenty five, six foot, slight to medium build, light completion, dark hair and green eyes.”
“This could be someone I’m looking for, but I assume there’s more to this story,” Jim asked, starting to get excited.
Linda hesitated before continuing, “I don’t know Sheriff, this is a good kid, I can’t believe he’s in any trouble,,,”
“No, no,” Jim interrupted. “My guy isn’t in trouble, he’s just someone who hasn’t been able to get an even break in years. He doesn’t have a family, his parents were killed in a fire a couple of years ago, his friends just want to find him and bring him home so we can take care of him. How did you know to call me?”
“Sheriff, Evan has a drinking problem. Normally we don’t allow that, but as a volunteer he has a private cubicle, and he’s told me that it’s the only way he can stop the nightmares from coming. He was still asleep this morning when I came in, which is also unusual for him. When I went to wake him he was talking in his sleep about Roswell.”
“I’m going to give you back to my deputy so he can get information on how to find your place,” Jim exclaimed as he stood and reached for his hat with his other hand.
“Sheriff,” Linda said hesitantly, “This guy’s circling the drain, I don’t know how long he’s going to hold on. If it takes a couple of days or weeks for someone to come,,,”
“I’m sorry,” Jim interrupted. “I didn’t make myself clear. Alex is my friend as well. If I can’t get a flight I’m going to drive. Either way I intend to be there by nightfall.”
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Jim entered the Crashdown, and approached the back where the pod squad had taken up residence in support of each other. He saw Isabel leaning on her brothers shoulder. Liz was sitting opposite the siblings, and she was holding Isabel’s hand between both of hers. He saw her perk up at his entrance, but when he approached Kyle and Tess, who were sitting at the counter, she put her head back on Max’s shoulder.
Jim stopped in front of his son. “May I borrow your wife?” he asked quietly.
Tess looked at Kyle, but didn’t say anything. She followed him to the front of the café where, for the moment at least, there were no customers, and they could talk privately.
Jim turned and looked at her, his expression blank. “I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up just yet, but can you take a trip?”
“Yea, I have a bag already packed in the back of the mustang,” Tess replied.
Isabel watched the conversation, her interest instantly spiking as she watched Tess’ face. She had seen a flicker of hope. It is all she needed. She was at their side moments later. “You found him?”
“Isabel,” Jim sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I don’t know.”
“But you have something,” she pleaded, “Right?”
“It could be nothing,” Jim sighed. “We’ll call as soon as we know anything,” he added, looking over her shoulder as the rest of the group came to hear the news.
“You don’t really think you’re going without me?” Isabel said in a voice that chilled the room.
“I don’t want you to get your hopes up,” Jim said softly, shaking his head.
“How many times did you say that to Alex,” she demanded. “Did it ever stop him?”
“No,” Jim agreed, “Nothing ever stopped him."
“Good,” Isabel agreed. “Then what are we doing standing here. Lets go get my boyfriend.”
“Isabel,” Jim questioned. “We’ll have to swing by your house so you can pick up an overnight bag.”
Isabel held up her hand. “I’ve got everything I need right here, a change of clothing, cosmetics, toiletries.” She turned and headed for the door. “Are we flying or taking the Taurus?”
“Have you ever tried to book a flight to Vegas? It’s a sixteen hour torture trip through Albuquerque and Denver, and with the next flight not leaving until this afternoon, we won’t get there until about ten tomorrow morning,” Jim explained, struggling to keep up. “We can drive it in fourteen hours, which should get us there about midnight, and since you both filed a missing person’s report on Alex, this is an official police matter. The trip is on the City of Roswell. We’ll take my Explorer.”
To be continued
Chapter 9
by Stargazer MD
Isabel spent every night in the dream realm, but while she could feel Alex’s presence, and she could call his dream to her, she could not enter it. Every night she became more and more dismayed, as she was forced to witness his night time agony. After several weeks she noticed that his dream orb was present for shorter and shorter periods each night, and she realized that he was trying to go without sleep, trying to avoid his tormentor. This cut her to her soul, knowing that his tormentor was within him, and there was no way he could escape.
**********
Jim looked up to see Deputy Blackwood standing in the doorway.
“You better take line two Jim,” he said with a grim look on his face.
“Sheriff Valenti,” Jim said efficiently.
“Sheriff, I hope that you can help me,” the caller said.
“Well, that’s what we’re here for. What can I do to help.”
“My name is Linda Russell, and I run a homeless shelter in Las Vegas. The reason I’m calling is that I’m concerned about one of out volunteers here.”
“I don’t know what I can do to help you in Las Vegas,” Jim interrupted.
“I understand Sheriff, but I think you have to hear the rest of my story. My husband is a police officer here, and he’s the one who suggested I call you. He did what little he could and came up empty.”
Jim settled back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. “Okay, why don’t you tell me what you can.”
“Yell, we had a guy come in here about a month ago. We actually had to turn him away for about a week because we didn’t have any more room for him. Well one evening the only computer we have here crashed. Evan came in, and despite the fact I had to turn him away again, he stayed and fixed the computer for me before going back out into the rain. I found a bed for him about a week later, and he’s been working here ever since, doing odd jobs and the like.”
Jim felt a chill run up his spine. “Tell me more about this Evan.”
“He goes by the name Evan Bell. I doubt that’s his real name, my husband ran a record check on him, he even called in a favor and ran a triple-I, but everything came back not on file. He looks about twenty five, six foot, slight to medium build, light completion, dark hair and green eyes.”
“This could be someone I’m looking for, but I assume there’s more to this story,” Jim asked, starting to get excited.
Linda hesitated before continuing, “I don’t know Sheriff, this is a good kid, I can’t believe he’s in any trouble,,,”
“No, no,” Jim interrupted. “My guy isn’t in trouble, he’s just someone who hasn’t been able to get an even break in years. He doesn’t have a family, his parents were killed in a fire a couple of years ago, his friends just want to find him and bring him home so we can take care of him. How did you know to call me?”
“Sheriff, Evan has a drinking problem. Normally we don’t allow that, but as a volunteer he has a private cubicle, and he’s told me that it’s the only way he can stop the nightmares from coming. He was still asleep this morning when I came in, which is also unusual for him. When I went to wake him he was talking in his sleep about Roswell.”
“I’m going to give you back to my deputy so he can get information on how to find your place,” Jim exclaimed as he stood and reached for his hat with his other hand.
“Sheriff,” Linda said hesitantly, “This guy’s circling the drain, I don’t know how long he’s going to hold on. If it takes a couple of days or weeks for someone to come,,,”
“I’m sorry,” Jim interrupted. “I didn’t make myself clear. Alex is my friend as well. If I can’t get a flight I’m going to drive. Either way I intend to be there by nightfall.”
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Jim entered the Crashdown, and approached the back where the pod squad had taken up residence in support of each other. He saw Isabel leaning on her brothers shoulder. Liz was sitting opposite the siblings, and she was holding Isabel’s hand between both of hers. He saw her perk up at his entrance, but when he approached Kyle and Tess, who were sitting at the counter, she put her head back on Max’s shoulder.
Jim stopped in front of his son. “May I borrow your wife?” he asked quietly.
Tess looked at Kyle, but didn’t say anything. She followed him to the front of the café where, for the moment at least, there were no customers, and they could talk privately.
Jim turned and looked at her, his expression blank. “I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up just yet, but can you take a trip?”
“Yea, I have a bag already packed in the back of the mustang,” Tess replied.
Isabel watched the conversation, her interest instantly spiking as she watched Tess’ face. She had seen a flicker of hope. It is all she needed. She was at their side moments later. “You found him?”
“Isabel,” Jim sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I don’t know.”
“But you have something,” she pleaded, “Right?”
“It could be nothing,” Jim sighed. “We’ll call as soon as we know anything,” he added, looking over her shoulder as the rest of the group came to hear the news.
“You don’t really think you’re going without me?” Isabel said in a voice that chilled the room.
“I don’t want you to get your hopes up,” Jim said softly, shaking his head.
“How many times did you say that to Alex,” she demanded. “Did it ever stop him?”
“No,” Jim agreed, “Nothing ever stopped him."
“Good,” Isabel agreed. “Then what are we doing standing here. Lets go get my boyfriend.”
“Isabel,” Jim questioned. “We’ll have to swing by your house so you can pick up an overnight bag.”
Isabel held up her hand. “I’ve got everything I need right here, a change of clothing, cosmetics, toiletries.” She turned and headed for the door. “Are we flying or taking the Taurus?”
“Have you ever tried to book a flight to Vegas? It’s a sixteen hour torture trip through Albuquerque and Denver, and with the next flight not leaving until this afternoon, we won’t get there until about ten tomorrow morning,” Jim explained, struggling to keep up. “We can drive it in fourteen hours, which should get us there about midnight, and since you both filed a missing person’s report on Alex, this is an official police matter. The trip is on the City of Roswell. We’ll take my Explorer.”
To be continued
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Congratualtations!!! Feature Story...although I already knew it was a cool story.
On to the feedback. Wow. He took her name. Awww. Makes me want to cry. Evan Bell. They should name their child that. Now they actually thought they were going to leave Isabel behind. Silly silly silly. And he's in Veags. Helping out. Total Alex. Well while they are gone, I hope Max gets a good talking to. Offical police matter...its not something is an offical police matter and not an unoffical alien matter;)
On to the feedback. Wow. He took her name. Awww. Makes me want to cry. Evan Bell. They should name their child that. Now they actually thought they were going to leave Isabel behind. Silly silly silly. And he's in Veags. Helping out. Total Alex. Well while they are gone, I hope Max gets a good talking to. Offical police matter...its not something is an offical police matter and not an unoffical alien matter;)
Roselle
Egyptian Dwelling Silly Sister Techie Connection
If we don't change we don't grow. If we don't grow we aren't really living. - Gail Sheey
My spelling is wobbly. It's good spelling but it wobbles and the letters get in the worng places - Pooh
Egyptian Dwelling Silly Sister Techie Connection
If we don't change we don't grow. If we don't grow we aren't really living. - Gail Sheey
My spelling is wobbly. It's good spelling but it wobbles and the letters get in the worng places - Pooh
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"The Seekers"
Chapter 10
by Stargazer MD
Darkness found the rescue party two hours away from Las Vegas on Route 93, an arrow straight highway through the middle of the Mohave Desert. Isabel had the powerful Ford Explorer wound up to a hundred, (160 kph) and was holding it there. Jim was worried.
“Isabel,” Jim probed. “Why don’t you pull over and let me drive for a while. You’re going to land us all in jail at the speed you’re going.”
Isabel put a little more pressure on the accelerator. “At this rate we should be there by eleven, and I want to get to Alex before he goes to sleep. I don’t know what’s happening to him during the night anymore, and it’s worrying me.” She turned and looked at him for a moment. “Besides, who’s going to stop a marked cruiser on an empty road in the middle of the desert?”
“I just don’t want to have to explain to the city council why a civilian is driving,” Jim sighed. “That’s all.”
“If the city council says anything to you,” Isabel said with a chill in her voice. “Just let me know. I’ll take care of it.”
“I bet you would,” Jim rebutted with a laugh in his voice. “Are you sure you’re not getting tired?”
“We don’t need much sleep, and I really need to get to him,” Isabel explained. “Why don’t you get some rest. Tess can start the drive back, and then you can take over come daybreak.” She turned towards him and softened her voice. “It’s safer this way. We can command ourselves to stay alert, and you can’t compete with our night vision.”
“Oh,” Jim challenged. “Now you have this great night vision?”
“Yea,” Isabel teased, accepting the challenge. She pointed out the windshield, “What does the next sign say?”
“What sign?” Jim replied, baffled.
“Blue,” Isabel replied confidently. “Rest stop. One mile.”
Jim looked out the windshield, and not seeing anything, started counting. When he got to eighteen he saw the sign appear in the headlights. He did some quick mental math. “You could see the sign a half mile (0.8 Km) past your headlights? That’s amazing!”
Isabel smiled in the dark. “No, I could see the sign much farther than that. I could read it a half mile past my headlights.” She improvised a tune from an old TV commercial. “Go (Greyhound) Alien, and leave the driving to us.”
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Tess placed her hand on Isabel’s shoulder, and held her back. “I need to do this alone.”
As Tess approached Alex’s small room, Linda Russell asked softly, “Sheriff, what’s she was going to do?”
“Tess is my daughter-in-law, Jim explained patiently. “She has experience in dealing with Alex when he’s like this. She’ll figure out what condition he’s in, and if he’s safe for travel. She may be able to talk him to a calmer place, or she may have to hypnotize him.”
Isabel didn’t hear a word of their conversation. She only had eyes for Alex, and she was intently watching Tess’ interaction with him.
“How you doing Alex?” Tess asked as she stepped into his room.
“Tess!” Alex exclaimed, turning away from his laptop.
Tess sat on the edge of his cot and took his hands in hers. “I’ve been worried about you. Are you getting any sleep?”
Alex sighed. “If I get tired enough, I can get a couple of hours. And this week I’m trying vodka. It’s tough though. If I don’t drink enough I still have nightmares, but if I drink too much I puke all night.” He shook his head slowly, “Sleeps really not important anymore, though. Isabel found her way home to her family. It’s like,,,” Alex faltered, stumbling for words. “What happens to me doesn’t matter.”
Isabel’s heart was breaking, but Tess ignored his self depreciating comments. The two women had agreed that the priority was to get him calmed down and ready for travel. Isabel would work on his bigger issues once he was safely at home.
Tess made contact with Alex before he could protest. She simply looked into his eyes, and spoke in a soft voice. “That’s it Alex, let me in. Let all of your cares slip away. This is your time,” she continued softly. “You’ve done everything that you had to do, and now it’s your turn to let your friends take care of you for a little while.
“Just let your mind relax, and go to that special place,” Tess continued.
Alex stood in the middle of his favorite room, standing between the tools of a classroom on one side, and a delicately lit and decorated dance area on the other side. He waited patiently for his reason for living to appear.
“Music is so important to you,” Tess said softly. “Listen carefully, and you’ll be able to hear your favorite song.”
A single guitar note sang out as Isabel appeared at the edge of the dance area. “Hello Alex,,,” she said as she reached for his hand.
“And now the nighttime sky,” Tess concluded. Not the night time of loss and pain, but a warm breeze under a starry sky.”
Alex was back at Frazer Woods with Isabel, her head on his shoulder, where it belonged. Before the FBI, before San Francisco, before he lost her. Just two lovers sharing a dream.
Tess looked at the doorway and nodded. Isabel stepped into the room and softly led him out to the Explorer, while Jim and Tess quickly packed his belongings.
When they got out to the SUV, they found Alex lying on the back seat, with his head in Isabel’s lap. She was gently stroking his hair as tears streamed down her face.
Tess and Jim took turns driving back to Roswell. They stopped for fuel, meals, and to use the rest room. But Isabel never left her seat. She never took her eyes off Alex, she never let him go.
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The following night, Isabel awoke instantly knowing that something was wrong. She threw on her robe and ran to the guest room. Alex was missing. She looked at both the closet and bureau. Both were still welded shut, limiting his access to his clothes and everything else that he would need to run away again. That left him with his pajamas, robe, and slippers. He couldn’t have gone far.
Isabel quickly dressed, and having a good idea where he went, quickly drove to the park across from where he grew up. She parked the car and quietly approached him. Isabel knew just what to say to him, how to get through to him.
Alex felt her approach, and turned towards her.
“Alex, don’t scare me like that. I almost died when I saw your room was empty.” She picked his hand up and held it in both of hers. “Alex, I need you. I need you to be strong for me. I’ve lost five years of my life, and finding you is all so sudden, all so new. I can’t go through this alone. I need you, now more than ever.”
“I don’t know, Isabel. I don’t know if I’m the one you should turn to. I don’t have anything to offer you.” He looked across the street at the vacant lot where his home once was. “I lost everything Isabel. We had to run, and when it was finally safe to return, there was nothing to come home to.” His voice failed him as the tears streamed down his face. “I never got a chance to say good-bye. Where do I go from here? What do I do?” he asked, his voice conveying more misery that any one person should have to endure.
Isabel noticed that he was shivering in the cool desert night. She removed her jacket and tenderly placed it over his shoulders. “Of course you can do it Alex,” Isabel responded softly. How do you think I made it this far? You’ve been with me every step of the way, you’re not going to give up on me now, are you? As far as where you’re going to stay, you’ll come back with me. I’m your home now. As far as what you’re going to do, we’ll get through that one day at a time. If a day overwhelms us, we’ll get through it one hour at a time.”
Alex turned and looked at her. “You really still need me?” he asked softly.
Isabel saw something in his eyes for the first time in a long time. Hope. “Alex, I’ll always need you. Are you willing to help me? Are you willing to do this together?”
Alex willingly jumped headfirst into Isabel’s carefully laid velvet trap, lifting her hand in his, and kissing it. “Oh course Isabel, I’ll do anything for you, but I don’t trust my own judgment anymore. You’ll have to help me too.”
“Lets go home,” was all she said.
Six months later
Alex led Isabel out to their car and opened the door for her. They were going to the Crashdown and have a celebratory dinner. He had told Isabel that they were going to celebrate the fact that their therapist had recommended that they cut their sessions back to just once per month. He, on the other hand, wanted all of their friends to be there, having promised them something special.
Isabel watched Alex walk around the front of the car. She looked at the bulge in his pocket with a smile. “When are you going to learn that you can’t keep anything from me,” she said softly to herself. She used her powers to finish giving herself a French manicure. It would go perfect with the diamond she was going to receive with dinner. She could hardly wait.
End
Chapter 10
by Stargazer MD
Darkness found the rescue party two hours away from Las Vegas on Route 93, an arrow straight highway through the middle of the Mohave Desert. Isabel had the powerful Ford Explorer wound up to a hundred, (160 kph) and was holding it there. Jim was worried.
“Isabel,” Jim probed. “Why don’t you pull over and let me drive for a while. You’re going to land us all in jail at the speed you’re going.”
Isabel put a little more pressure on the accelerator. “At this rate we should be there by eleven, and I want to get to Alex before he goes to sleep. I don’t know what’s happening to him during the night anymore, and it’s worrying me.” She turned and looked at him for a moment. “Besides, who’s going to stop a marked cruiser on an empty road in the middle of the desert?”
“I just don’t want to have to explain to the city council why a civilian is driving,” Jim sighed. “That’s all.”
“If the city council says anything to you,” Isabel said with a chill in her voice. “Just let me know. I’ll take care of it.”
“I bet you would,” Jim rebutted with a laugh in his voice. “Are you sure you’re not getting tired?”
“We don’t need much sleep, and I really need to get to him,” Isabel explained. “Why don’t you get some rest. Tess can start the drive back, and then you can take over come daybreak.” She turned towards him and softened her voice. “It’s safer this way. We can command ourselves to stay alert, and you can’t compete with our night vision.”
“Oh,” Jim challenged. “Now you have this great night vision?”
“Yea,” Isabel teased, accepting the challenge. She pointed out the windshield, “What does the next sign say?”
“What sign?” Jim replied, baffled.
“Blue,” Isabel replied confidently. “Rest stop. One mile.”
Jim looked out the windshield, and not seeing anything, started counting. When he got to eighteen he saw the sign appear in the headlights. He did some quick mental math. “You could see the sign a half mile (0.8 Km) past your headlights? That’s amazing!”
Isabel smiled in the dark. “No, I could see the sign much farther than that. I could read it a half mile past my headlights.” She improvised a tune from an old TV commercial. “Go (Greyhound) Alien, and leave the driving to us.”
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Tess placed her hand on Isabel’s shoulder, and held her back. “I need to do this alone.”
As Tess approached Alex’s small room, Linda Russell asked softly, “Sheriff, what’s she was going to do?”
“Tess is my daughter-in-law, Jim explained patiently. “She has experience in dealing with Alex when he’s like this. She’ll figure out what condition he’s in, and if he’s safe for travel. She may be able to talk him to a calmer place, or she may have to hypnotize him.”
Isabel didn’t hear a word of their conversation. She only had eyes for Alex, and she was intently watching Tess’ interaction with him.
“How you doing Alex?” Tess asked as she stepped into his room.
“Tess!” Alex exclaimed, turning away from his laptop.
Tess sat on the edge of his cot and took his hands in hers. “I’ve been worried about you. Are you getting any sleep?”
Alex sighed. “If I get tired enough, I can get a couple of hours. And this week I’m trying vodka. It’s tough though. If I don’t drink enough I still have nightmares, but if I drink too much I puke all night.” He shook his head slowly, “Sleeps really not important anymore, though. Isabel found her way home to her family. It’s like,,,” Alex faltered, stumbling for words. “What happens to me doesn’t matter.”
Isabel’s heart was breaking, but Tess ignored his self depreciating comments. The two women had agreed that the priority was to get him calmed down and ready for travel. Isabel would work on his bigger issues once he was safely at home.
Tess made contact with Alex before he could protest. She simply looked into his eyes, and spoke in a soft voice. “That’s it Alex, let me in. Let all of your cares slip away. This is your time,” she continued softly. “You’ve done everything that you had to do, and now it’s your turn to let your friends take care of you for a little while.
“Just let your mind relax, and go to that special place,” Tess continued.
Alex stood in the middle of his favorite room, standing between the tools of a classroom on one side, and a delicately lit and decorated dance area on the other side. He waited patiently for his reason for living to appear.
“Music is so important to you,” Tess said softly. “Listen carefully, and you’ll be able to hear your favorite song.”
A single guitar note sang out as Isabel appeared at the edge of the dance area. “Hello Alex,,,” she said as she reached for his hand.
“And now the nighttime sky,” Tess concluded. Not the night time of loss and pain, but a warm breeze under a starry sky.”
Alex was back at Frazer Woods with Isabel, her head on his shoulder, where it belonged. Before the FBI, before San Francisco, before he lost her. Just two lovers sharing a dream.
Tess looked at the doorway and nodded. Isabel stepped into the room and softly led him out to the Explorer, while Jim and Tess quickly packed his belongings.
When they got out to the SUV, they found Alex lying on the back seat, with his head in Isabel’s lap. She was gently stroking his hair as tears streamed down her face.
Tess and Jim took turns driving back to Roswell. They stopped for fuel, meals, and to use the rest room. But Isabel never left her seat. She never took her eyes off Alex, she never let him go.
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The following night, Isabel awoke instantly knowing that something was wrong. She threw on her robe and ran to the guest room. Alex was missing. She looked at both the closet and bureau. Both were still welded shut, limiting his access to his clothes and everything else that he would need to run away again. That left him with his pajamas, robe, and slippers. He couldn’t have gone far.
Isabel quickly dressed, and having a good idea where he went, quickly drove to the park across from where he grew up. She parked the car and quietly approached him. Isabel knew just what to say to him, how to get through to him.
Alex felt her approach, and turned towards her.
“Alex, don’t scare me like that. I almost died when I saw your room was empty.” She picked his hand up and held it in both of hers. “Alex, I need you. I need you to be strong for me. I’ve lost five years of my life, and finding you is all so sudden, all so new. I can’t go through this alone. I need you, now more than ever.”
“I don’t know, Isabel. I don’t know if I’m the one you should turn to. I don’t have anything to offer you.” He looked across the street at the vacant lot where his home once was. “I lost everything Isabel. We had to run, and when it was finally safe to return, there was nothing to come home to.” His voice failed him as the tears streamed down his face. “I never got a chance to say good-bye. Where do I go from here? What do I do?” he asked, his voice conveying more misery that any one person should have to endure.
Isabel noticed that he was shivering in the cool desert night. She removed her jacket and tenderly placed it over his shoulders. “Of course you can do it Alex,” Isabel responded softly. How do you think I made it this far? You’ve been with me every step of the way, you’re not going to give up on me now, are you? As far as where you’re going to stay, you’ll come back with me. I’m your home now. As far as what you’re going to do, we’ll get through that one day at a time. If a day overwhelms us, we’ll get through it one hour at a time.”
Alex turned and looked at her. “You really still need me?” he asked softly.
Isabel saw something in his eyes for the first time in a long time. Hope. “Alex, I’ll always need you. Are you willing to help me? Are you willing to do this together?”
Alex willingly jumped headfirst into Isabel’s carefully laid velvet trap, lifting her hand in his, and kissing it. “Oh course Isabel, I’ll do anything for you, but I don’t trust my own judgment anymore. You’ll have to help me too.”
“Lets go home,” was all she said.
Six months later
Alex led Isabel out to their car and opened the door for her. They were going to the Crashdown and have a celebratory dinner. He had told Isabel that they were going to celebrate the fact that their therapist had recommended that they cut their sessions back to just once per month. He, on the other hand, wanted all of their friends to be there, having promised them something special.
Isabel watched Alex walk around the front of the car. She looked at the bulge in his pocket with a smile. “When are you going to learn that you can’t keep anything from me,” she said softly to herself. She used her powers to finish giving herself a French manicure. It would go perfect with the diamond she was going to receive with dinner. She could hardly wait.
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Beautiful! 
She knows. Like she said, he can't hide anything from her. 8) Somehow, though, I'm sure Alex doesn't care.
That was a great story! I still keep thinking about that line way back in chapter 5 or somewhere when Brody said yeah he was whacky but whacky with two hundred million dollars. That changes him from whacky to "eccentric." Love that Brody! Here it is:
Duh!Alex turned and looked at her. “You really still need me?” he asked softly.
Love it!Isabel saw something in his eyes for the first time in a long time. Hope. “Alex, I’ll always need you. Are you willing to help me? Are you willing to do this together?”
Alex willingly jumped headfirst into Isabel’s carefully laid velvet trap, lifting her hand in his, and kissing it. “Oh course Isabel, I’ll do anything for you, but I don’t trust my own judgment anymore. You’ll have to help me too.”
“Lets go home,” was all she said.
HeHe! It almost seems unfair!She used her powers to finish giving herself a French manicure. It would go perfect with the diamond she was going to receive with dinner. She could hardly wait.
She knows. Like she said, he can't hide anything from her. 8) Somehow, though, I'm sure Alex doesn't care. That was a great story! I still keep thinking about that line way back in chapter 5 or somewhere when Brody said yeah he was whacky but whacky with two hundred million dollars.
That changes him from whacky to "eccentric." Love that Brody! Here it is: “Oh I am a crackpot,” Brody replied. “But I am a crackpot with both credentials and resources. That’s what I like about America. People listen to you when you have two hundred million dollars. Tonight I am going to give away technology that is easily worth as much, if not more, and all you have to do in exchange for it is to listen to me tell my story.”
“Well,” Larry King replied, “Go ahead, the world is listening.”
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