Title: Roswell Redux
Author: JoBelle
Email: jod21@tstt.net.tt
Disclaimer: None of these peeps are mine, if they were I sure as hell wouldn't KILL THEM OFF Jason!!!!
Author's Notes: Hmmm...I'd set this a little bit after "Cry Your Name", major spoilers for that and everything that came b4 it *S*
"Izzy honey are you sure you're okay?" Diane Evans' voice called from behind the closed door. On the bed Isabel stared at the light oak wood impassively. Yes she knew it was unhealthy for her to spend all her time crying, but why couldn't her mother just leave her alone. She didn't have a clue what was going on in Isabel's life.
It wasn't just a friend who had died it was the one boy who knew her secret and didn't look at her like she was a freak, her one shot at human normality for however long it lasted, it was the worrying about the skins and other hostile forces from their home world attacking them, it was the fear that it had been Kivar or Nicholas who had orchestrated Alex's death, it was the constant stress of having to hide her heritage from everyone around her, it was all that and a thousand other things and Isabel figured after an entire lifetime as the stoic ice-princess she deserved to be allowed to have her nervous breakdown in peace.
She loved her mother, really she did, she loved her even more for caring so much about her but enough was enough all she wanted was to be left in peace for one hour, was that so much?
"Izzy?" The voice was now her dad's and it was followed by a knock.
"I'm fine Daddy, I'm just tired is all." She called hoping that would be enough.
"Would you like me to bring you some soup honey? There's chicken and stars in the cupboard," her mom again.
"No thanks Mom I'm fine." She replied with a roll of her hazel eyes. 'I'm not sick mom,' she shouted in her head at the closed door.
"Alright sweetie well there's plenty of stuff in the kitchen if you feel like a snack later." Mrs. Evans' worried voice came again and there was some whispering outside.
"Okay Mom." She acknowledged and finally, finally there were footsteps padding down the carpeted hall away from her room.
"Thank God!" She whispered as her eyes fell from the door to the book in her lap, her fingers traced his grinning face in the year book, those ears that slightly stuck out, the blue, blue eyes that were grey in the black and white photo, that lovable puppy dog smile of his that always melted her heart stared back at her from beneath her fingers and with a little cry of anguish Isabel flipped over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow as the tears came once again. Eventually she cried herself to sleep, her fingers still resting on Alex's image.
TBC...
if I get sufficient reviews *S*
Author: JoBelle
Email: jod21@tstt.net.tt
Disclaimer: None of these peeps are mine, if they were I sure as hell wouldn't KILL THEM OFF Jason!!!!
Author's Notes: Hmmm...I'd set this a little bit after "Cry Your Name", major spoilers for that and everything that came b4 it *S*
"Izzy honey are you sure you're okay?" Diane Evans' voice called from behind the closed door. On the bed Isabel stared at the light oak wood impassively. Yes she knew it was unhealthy for her to spend all her time crying, but why couldn't her mother just leave her alone. She didn't have a clue what was going on in Isabel's life.
It wasn't just a friend who had died it was the one boy who knew her secret and didn't look at her like she was a freak, her one shot at human normality for however long it lasted, it was the worrying about the skins and other hostile forces from their home world attacking them, it was the fear that it had been Kivar or Nicholas who had orchestrated Alex's death, it was the constant stress of having to hide her heritage from everyone around her, it was all that and a thousand other things and Isabel figured after an entire lifetime as the stoic ice-princess she deserved to be allowed to have her nervous breakdown in peace.
She loved her mother, really she did, she loved her even more for caring so much about her but enough was enough all she wanted was to be left in peace for one hour, was that so much?
"Izzy?" The voice was now her dad's and it was followed by a knock.
"I'm fine Daddy, I'm just tired is all." She called hoping that would be enough.
"Would you like me to bring you some soup honey? There's chicken and stars in the cupboard," her mom again.
"No thanks Mom I'm fine." She replied with a roll of her hazel eyes. 'I'm not sick mom,' she shouted in her head at the closed door.
"Alright sweetie well there's plenty of stuff in the kitchen if you feel like a snack later." Mrs. Evans' worried voice came again and there was some whispering outside.
"Okay Mom." She acknowledged and finally, finally there were footsteps padding down the carpeted hall away from her room.
"Thank God!" She whispered as her eyes fell from the door to the book in her lap, her fingers traced his grinning face in the year book, those ears that slightly stuck out, the blue, blue eyes that were grey in the black and white photo, that lovable puppy dog smile of his that always melted her heart stared back at her from beneath her fingers and with a little cry of anguish Isabel flipped over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow as the tears came once again. Eventually she cried herself to sleep, her fingers still resting on Alex's image.
TBC...
if I get sufficient reviews *S*