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Summery: It's been two years since everyone fled Roswell after graduation and Maria has left the group. M/L; I/?

I've revamped the set up of the documentation a bit and have worked out some kinks, so please enjoy. This is my first fic, so feed feedback would be greatly appreciated 

Izzy sighed as she watched the landscape blur past her. It had been over two years since they fled Roswell and the secret unit. It had been two years since she had last seen her husband, her friends and her mom and dad.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Max from the driver's seat.

"Huh? Oh nothing important."

"Are you sure, we can talk about it if you want; everyone's asleep."

"I'm fine Max, leave it alone."

"Hey, I'm just trying to help. Don't bite my head off."

"Max. Please. Not right now."

Almost nine months ago they ran into the secret unit with devastating results. Liz was almost into her third trimester. Michael and Maria were engaged less than a week and a half. The unit found them in a hole in the wall motel in Moab, Utah and attacked while they were sleeping. Izzy remembered seeing Liz's face as the first shot was fired and all the blood that followed afterwards. It haunted her dreams every night.

They made it out of the situation. Max was able to heal Liz, but they lost the baby. Maria freaked out. About a month after their encounter she decided that since the secret unit never was actually after her, that maybe she'd be better off to leave the group and pursue her own dreams. She broke Michael's heart.

The only solace Isabel had was that she was able to dream walk. She was able to let her family know they were alright and vice versa. She was able to check in with Maria and make sure that she wasn't being watched. She was able to tell Jesse how much she missed and loved him. Last month she was able to tell him that she wanted him to file for divorce. It was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

"Max, I'm tired. Can we please stop soon so I can sleep in a bed?" yawned Liz as she stirred in the passenger seat. "We can stop in about an hour." "Where are we anyways?" asked Kyle as he woke in the back of the van. "The middle of no where," grumbled Michael.



The group traveled about 80 miles west on the I 40 before they stopped in the town of Oatman, Az. Max pulled into the first motel he saw along the road.

"Hey guys. Time to check in."

"Max," interjected Liz.

"Oh. Liz and I really want some time alone tonight."

"Me too. I have some extra money from that last gig in Idaho." Yipped Kyle.

The set piled out of the van and headed towards the office. "How can I help you folks tonight?" asked the man from behind the counter.

"Yeah, we'd like 2 singles and a double for the evening," said Michael placing both hands on the counter.

"Sorry folks, fresh outta doubles. Couple from Omaha and their kids just snagged the last one."

"Can we get a roll away then?" asked Isabel finally saying something since last talking to Max 80 miles ago.

"Yeah, gave the only one to that couple."

"Sucks to be you. I hear Michael kicks in his sleep," snickered Kyle as he grabbed the keys to his room and walked out the door.

Liz looked apologetically up at Isabel and Michael for leaving them in an uncomfortable situation. She understood that neither one of them wanted to share a bed, but she and Max had only been married a short while and spent more time with the rest of the group than they did alone.

"Well, see you guys in the morning," said Liz, grabbing Max's hand as they walked towards their room.

Isabel and Michael walked in silence towards their room. Ever since Maria left, Michael seemed to be even more dour than usual. Isabel appreciated the silence and the honesty. The other three gave off this sense that everything would work itself out in the end and that they'd be okay. Isabel knew it was a coping mechanism, but it still irritated her. Things weren't okay and they probably never would be.

"I'm going to shower," said Isabel walking into the dark room. Michael flipped the light switch next to the door.

"Good God! What is this place?" asked Michael.

"Didn't you read the sign as we drove in. "Cathy's Cozy Cottages". There's a Jacuzzi in every room. That's why Max and Liz wanted their own room," replied Isabel with a smirk on her face.



"I take it that's why Kyle wanted one to."

"I guess. Everyone deserves a bubble bath," she replied rolling her eyes. " Okay I'm getting in the shower."

"Yeah."

15 minutes later Izzy stepped out of the shower. She didn't realize how exhausted she was until right then. "How can someone get so tired sitting in a car all day," she thought to herself. She wrapped the towel around her hair and went to grab her pajamas when she realized she left them on top of her bag next to the bed. Quietly Isabel opened the bathroom door and peeked at Michael on the bed. He was already fast asleep. Quickly she stepped out of the bathroom and towards the bag. As she bent to pick up her clothes, the towel fell. "Shit!" she thought to herself; but glad that Michael was sleeping.

As Isabel stepped into the shower, Michael threw off his shoes and flopped onto the bed. This was the first time he was going to be sharing a bed since Maria had left. Silently he cursed the family from Omaha and Kyle. He wasn't looking forward to sharing his bed with anyone. So far he'd been able to either have a bed to himself or a rollaway.

Michael admitted defeat after considering the floor for a couple of minutes. "Too cold," he thought to himself as he pulled off his t-shirt and jeans and pulled out his sweat pants. He could her Isabel crying softly as he brushed his teeth. He knew how she was feeling. She started this whole spree by leaving her husband. She's been alone the whole time. Thinking about it that way gave Michael some perspective. He at least had had Maria for the time that he did.

Michael finished brushing his teeth and walked over to the bed flipping the television on as he walked by. He spent a couple of minutes channel surfing before turning the television and the lights off. He'd had his eyes closed for only a couple of minutes before he sensed Isabel stepping out of the bathroom. Silently he turned his head so he was facing her. He could tell she only had a towel on and though he wanted to turn his head back around the other way and go to sleep he couldn't. His eyes followed her as she neared the bed and bent over to pick up her clothes. Michael's heart skipped as the towel fell. He hadn't even glanced at other females since Maria left; for the first time in months he gazed at another woman.