Noble Intentions - (UC, Mi/Is, Mature) 1/1

[Cinder]

Author: Cinder aka Kristen

Title: Noble Intentions

Rating: M (Mature)

Pairing: Michael and Isabel

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything related to Roswell. Lines are used from “Blind Date” and I most certainly don’t own those. This is created simply for recreational purposes.

Spoilers: Through Blind Date.

Summary: This is based off of a Guilty Pleasures challenge, issued by Belinda. What happens after Isabel and Michael set off a signal for Nacedo? Does he find them? Do they find out the truth? Maybe the truth was always within them…

_ _ _ _

Trapped.

Cold.

Voices murmuring in the distance.

Blurry outlines.

Nothing.

* * *

“Michael,” a voice whispers across a seemingly great distance. “Michael, are you awake?”

My eyes start to crack open. All I see is gray. Gray walls. Gray floor. Suddenly the voice becomes more insistent. It’s coming from behind me.

“M i c h a e l,” the feminine voice slowly says, enunciating every syllable of my name in a painstaking manner.

I shake my head slowly, trying to clear out the cobwebs. “Yeah,” I said, trying to respond. My voice sounds weak and shaky. I look down and see that I’m tied to a chair. As I attempt to move, I realize that my hands are restrained behind my back.

“Michael, I’m so glad you are awake. They will be back any minute,” she whispers frantically.

It’s Isabel’s voice. And she is talking about a “they”. My silence prompts her to speak again.

“Michael, please don’t pass out again. Focus. Focus on my voice. Listen to me. Pay attention to what I’m saying. We’ve been captured. I’m not sure how long they have held us, but we need to get out of here. Now,” she says in a very serious tone.

I try to do what she asks me, to focus on her words. For some reason, I can’t remember how we got here. Where is here? It’s obvious we’re in danger. I need to conserve my energy, but I feel very weak.

“What happened, Isabel? Do you know where we are? Who has us?” I start firing off questions. It’s the only way for me to focus on staying awake. A wave of nausea passes over me. Breathe in, breathe out. The mantra echoes throughout my head.

“Michael, we were at the library. We were working on that project. Remember, ‘the project’ you wanted to get finished,” she hisses under her breath. I can tell she thinks we are being watched and maybe even having our conversation monitored.

At this point, I realize we’re tied back to back. She is moving behind me, causing the sideways motion to reach my chair. All of a sudden, she clutches my hand. A series of images rush over me.

Sitting in a Crashdown booth with Isabel and Maxwell. I am trying to tell them about my visions.

Max is ignoring me, mocking me. I am searching for our home, our past. Isabel is trying to mediate between us.

“I'm talking about the search you're on. Trying to find someone who could possibly hurt us if we ever find them,” Max says with a superior lilt to his voice.

I am trying to hold back the feeling of punching him directly in the face. “The fourth alien is not a killer. He's one of us,” I state. Why can’t he understand what I am trying to do? I am doing this for us.

Maxwell continues his self righteous rant. “You heard Hubble tell us about the other victims. About the handprints...”

I cannot believe he would believe anything that loony had to say. He tried to kill Max. “No, I heard a crazy man. Tell him. Tell him we gotta find this guy.” I look to Isabel for support. She lifts her head and stares straight into my eyes. The sadness is nearly imperceptible, but it is there. She doesn’t want to have to choose between us again. I make the decision for her. “Fine. Both of you sit here with your cherry colas and your high school fantasies. I'm going to find him.”

“Michael,” she says. Her voice is back again. Am I remembering this? It sounds so real. “Michael, do you remember?” I don’t answer right away. She grabs my hand with more force and I am swept away again.

There was this burning, driving need inside of me to find out the truth. I am so close, I can almost touch it. I need help. Isabel is my last hope. I rush over to her house.


She looks so beautiful. What the hell am I thinking? “Come in,” she says in that sexy voice. She definitely doesn’t sound like a teenage girl.

“Hey,” I say, trying to sound nonchalant.

“What're you doing?” she looks at me strangely. It isn’t often I come to her window. In fact, I never have. Max is always the one I go to for help.

I start to pace. I don’t know why I am having these not-so-brotherly feelings about her. “I think I've figured it out. I think I can read the map. Come on, I'll show you.

Isabel flips her hair over one shoulder. “But what about the concert? Alex got us tickets.”

Grrr, Alex. He follows Isabel around, just clamoring for a look from her. “Well, it's either the concert or discovering where we come from,” I growl. She understands my primary goal is to find out about our past. It is of the greatest importance.

"Well, what about Max? Shouldn't we at least...,” she trails off. It is obvious she doesn’t want to bring up our earlier conversation.

I am done thinking about what Max wants. “What about Max? Last I heard, he didn't seem too interested, remember?” I know I am being rude, but Max is currently on my @#%$ list.

A tender look crosses Isabel’s face. “He's just worried, Michael. He's worried about you,” she says as her eyes glisten with unshed tears.

I look away. I cannot stand to see her cry. I never could. “Yeah, look, the only father I need is the one out there waiting for us to find him. Let's go.” I make a move towards her window. As I look back, she is getting ready to go. Time for us to find out the truth.

Without warning, I am thrust back into the gray room. I wish I was back in her bedroom. It was so comforting there.

“Michael.” This time her voice sounds tired.

“Isabel, what did you do?” I don’t know if she opened a connection on purpose, or if she simply was trying to feed me energy. Whatever she did, I feel better than before. My mind is clear and focused. My body doesn’t feel like a mass of jello any longer.

“Michael, do you remember?”

“Some of it. The last couple of days are a jumble in my head. Do you know where they have taken us?” I reply.

“I was unconscious. The last thing I remember was being at the library with you. When I woke up, you were gone and I was alone,” she said her voice cracking with emotion. “I don’t know how long we’ve been here. Could be days or weeks. I think they have been drugging me.” She sounds sleepy.

“Isabel, when did they bring me here?” I am frantic to find out where I was since our capture.

“A few hours ago. I was so scared, Michael. I didn’t know what happened,” she says.

“It’s time to go.” I am determined to get us both out of here, unharmed. Slowly I force the energy from my core, down my arm and into my hands. After a few seconds, the ropes become loose. Adrenalin begins to pump through my body. Moments later, I am free of the damn chair and move to free Isabel.

The air rushes out of my body when I see her. She looks awful. Her face is pale and bruised. There is blood crusted to a series of cuts around her mouth. If I have the chance, I will kill all of our captors. This is my vow.

Now that we’re free, the number one priority is an escape route. It doesn’t appear anyone is guarding the door. “Isabel, look at that side of the room for a way out.” She rushes over to the left side of the room, desperately seeking a way out.

As I touch the handle of the locked door on the right side of the room, I am bombarded with images.

Man in a dark blue suit. Reflective sunglasses. “What else do you have to tell us Mr. Guerin?

The taste of blood in my mouth.

Submerged. My lungs are going to burst if they don’t let me up for air soon.

Max. Why are they showing me pictures of Max?

Tired. So tired. But I must stay awake to gather information for the others…

The man. Who is he? I thought he told me who he was yesterday.

Quickly, I drop my hand away from the door knob. Bits and pieces of my stay here at Camp Hell are returning, and I don’t need the distraction right now. The only good thing I learned over the past few days is that my dormant ability to mindwarp is now active. The man, the final man who came to visit me explained my powers. He wasn’t really working for them.

“Isabel,” I say as I turn around to face her. Her eyes are closed and she is leaning against the wall.

I run over to her. She doesn’t look very good. Slowly she opens her eyes and levels them at me. “Please get us out of here,” she whispers.

I sweep her into my arms. The feel of her is beyond words. I know I shouldn’t be thinking about the feel of her fascinating curves because of our perilous situation, but I am a man after all.

Smirking to myself, I walk us towards the door. This place is a maze, but I remember how to get out. Must be these lucky alien genes. Except that we aren’t aliens. At least, the man told me we weren’t.

I maneuver us through the long, cold corridors. It is strange how few guards there are in this section of the complex. I simply warped the guards into thinking we were a couple of rats scurrying across the floor. Use to this foul type of working environment, they barely bat an eye at such a sight.

Finally we reach one of the outer doors. It is eerily silent as I open the heavy door. Peering outside, I see nothing.
Isabel starts to stir and I kiss her on the forehead to calm her. It was my gut reaction to her pain. I hope she doesn’t remember the feeling. I don’t want to have to explain why I did it.

The sound of someone clearing their voice appears directly behind us. “Mr. Guerin, it looks like you passed the final test. Our time here is over. Stop looking for the mystery of your past. It is now inside you.”

“Nacedo…” I trail off, almost in disbelief that I recognize him. He is the man, even though his physical appearance is different.

His lips form a grotesque macabre imitation of a smile as he leans over and touches us both on our foreheads. My eyes close instinctively and when I reopen them, he is gone. As if he disappeared into thin air. What the @#%$ is he talking about? And how did I know who he was? I am positive he is the man I was desperately seeking for the past year.

After the meeting with Nacedo, we encounter no more problems fleeing the property. Once we reached the wooded area outside the series of buildings we were held captive, something strange happens.

I remember.

I remember everything and it isn’t as terrible as I once believed. I go to the electric panel and flip it open. A bright red switch appears before me.

I hear a voice.

“Michael, you know what needs to be done. You and Isabel need to be protected at all costs. When you reach the edge of the forest, flip the box open and detonate the complex. All of your information will be destroyed. And you will be safe. The government, your creators, will no longer be able to find you. With the destruction of this facility, no one will ever know you existed. No one will ever know about the secret genetic program concentrating on exploiting psychic abilities. I will watch over you. If you need to contact me, you know what to do,” he said, a touch of sadness on his visage.

He was my savior.

Her savior.

I press the red button and watch this section of the world go up in flames. Isabel stirs at the sound and opens her eyes in time to see the beauty and horror of a great fire, consuming its target.

Amidst the flames and smoke, I finally feel safe and content. I know the truth. I know love. Isabel looks me in the eye, and begins to lean in, with her lips poised for a kiss. I meet her halfway and our lips press against each others. Warmth and softness press against my entire body. She wraps her arms around my neck in a vice grip and slips to the ground. Her tongue slips into my mouth and begins to massage mine. The feel of her makes me shudder in ecstasy. Her hands roam by spiky hair as she stirs me to greater passion.

It is at this moment I know she is the only one for me. Forever.

The End

[ladygloria]

awwww, *sniff*

I forgot about this one!

So glad you posted it here. Now, where's the next one? Huh? huh? huh?

Me