Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell, and I'm not making profit writing this fan fiction.

A/N: So this is my new story for Roswell, with one of my fav ships Michael/Isabel. This is in the middle of the episode "Four Square". I'm changing some of the events according to my time, so that right after they have their dreams, they are given another day before all the events go on. This is the day that I have plucked out. They try to maintain normallity, but how can you do that when you're an alien. Besides, I mention in the chapter that Michael thinks he can become a father, well, that's his thoughts. Max, Isabel, Michael and Tess haven't been out in the desert yet. So she haven't told them that they are predestined mates.

I'm going to a larp (live roleplaying game) and then on vacation, so I won't be back before 25-26 of July. Sorry. Please R&R!

Playlist: Walk Away/Speak ~ Christopher Libertino (Speak Movie); In Noctem, Dumbledore's Farewell ~ Nicholas Hooper.

Isabel.

I picked up the phone, dialling the number. I didn't even think when I pressed the number. My hands know it by themselves. I was just about to hang up when he picked up the phone. I could hear his voice, my heart accelerated.

"Hi, Isabel."

"Hi, Michael, are you free for tomorrow?"

"Sure." He sounded a little uncertain.

"You'll pick up some movies, right?" I tried to sound like I was enjoying this, but I was really in pain. He didn't know how his voice made my heart flutter. Didn't know that I was blushing, even though he couldn't see me. How self-conscious I was about myself.

"But what about Nasado?"

"What about him?"

"You know what Sheriff Valenti told us. People or after us", he put pressure on the word "people" so that I might get the hint that we might be overheard over the phone. I sighed, a bit irritated and a little amused. So typical Michael.

"Now that's exactly what I mean. We have to stay as normal as possible. So are you game?" Silence, followed by a muttering. Didn't seem to happy about it.

"Sure thing. But not any chick-flick, okay?" I sighed, trying to make myself sound exhausted. Then I smiled. "Okay."

"But you'll bring popcorn." Then he hanged up. Typically Michael. Not even a "goodbye" or "I see you later". But who could blame him?

I hanged up the phone. My hands shivered a bit, though. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes. My thoughts drifted. And I ended up thinking about what Michael perhaps thought. We had just found out that we belonged together, that we had been a couple. It was so awkward that I could barely wrap my mind around it. Michael were a brother to me, and I a sister to him. I tried to ease up with all this awkwardness by inviting him over. But it didn't explain the fast thrusting in my chest made by my heart. I groaned out loud. Gah, this was just so not what I needed right now. But I needed it. I needed things not to be awkward between me and Michael. I needed things to be normal. A bit normality right now wouldn't be too inconvenient. Speaking of which, being normal must include being tired, especially if you're a teenager. Because my eyelids felt like bags of flour.

My thoughts drifted further. My conscious began to become duller. My mind didn't make much sense now - not that it had before.

I open my eyes. Skies are drifting through the air, making contours and shapes like horses. I can feel the sun on my face, how it burns me slowly. The air is hot and it feels dry when I breathe it in. It feels like flames licking my lungs. I sit up, looks around, a little dazed and confused. The landscape is a cliff, a cliff I had seen before. But somehow I can't remember it, even though I know I should remember it. I look at myself. I'm wearing a dress of some kind of blue satin. No, it isn't just blue, it's like the colour of a starless night. I let my hand glide over it. It feels soft and smooth. I was about to turn my head at the direction where something had caught my eye. Something beyond my sleep told me to get up. The door was ringing. I am a little grumpy, because after sleeping I get groggy. Dizzy and nauseated. Feeling the beat of my pulse in my brain. Au, headache. I shake my head and reach for the doorbell.

"Hi, Michael", I say, putting on the masque that I'm tired and a bit groggy. He knows what I'm like when I haven't slept or just recently slept.

"Hey, Izzie. Have you slept or something?" he asked me as he entered through the doorway. Starting unpacking his belongings of food, snacks and movies

"Yeah, just a bit", I replied, going through the movies he had picked. Braveheart. Michael looked at me, when I didn't say anything. I showed him his choice of movies, cocking an eyebrow.

"What? I like the movie. Wallace is a hero."

I broke the gaze smiling to myself.

Michael popped the popcorns as I stalked up the stairs, turning on my TV. I was so lucky to have a TV in my room, unlike many other teenagers. I put the movie, turned on the screen, listening to the sparkling sounds it made.

"Popcorn!" Michael exclaimed behind me. I cringed at his voice, as the rock formation image pressed into my head.

"Michael!" I said, scolding him for startling me in such way.

"What?" He knew what I was meaning. Still, he chose to ignore it. I sighed heavily.

"Let's just watch the movies."

We positioned us, so that we were as far from each other as possible. Sitting in each end of my bed. We started with Braveheart. Michael cheered on the hero, Wallace. His eyes went wet when Wallace cried out freedom. It moved a little inside, that Michael could be so… compassionate. So… empathic with this human character. As the evening went on, the popcorn bowl being refilled all the time, we inched unconsciously inched a little bit towards each other. We were watching some scary movies, and I was getting a bit tired, so all the frightening scenes made me gasp and cringe. Just like when Michael had surprised me earlier this day, except for the visions. He sighed, laying an arm around my neck, muttering something about how easy I was to scare. At first, I was irritated buy the fact that he had slung his arm around me, and that we now sat so close to each other.

At a time, my mind wandered away from the film, and I closed my eyes, slowly falling asleep. Feeling comfortable I Marias boyfriend's arms. No, my boyfriend's arms, a voice in my head said with a childish voice. I frowned… Michael wasn't my boyfriend. Perhaps we were predestined mates, but he was more like a brother to me.

Soon I was sleeping. I should have moved. I should have done something. But I didn't. I was just too… tired. But, actually, I don't really know if I would have done something back then to change how things came to be later on. Sometimes I wish I would've told Michael that it was time for him to go back to his house.

Michael.

I couldn't help but yawn. This movie was just too tiresome.

"Shall we change movie?" I asked her. She didn't reply. I looked at her. She was sleeping, making a little snoring sound. I sighed inwardly. Turned off the TV. Then spread the bedcover over her. I lay with my face towards hers. She was beautiful. I shut my eyelids tight, thinking of how happy her face were when she held the child. Our child.

Oh, God. I could be a father. A father! I open my eyes, looks at her.

She seems so… appease when she sleeps. Not like when she's awake, having a stick up her arse. Her eyebrows frowned. She moaned, and a surge of energy went through me. Going all the way down in my stomach. My heart went up my throat.

Calm down, Michael, I say to myself. I close my eyes again. But it is like I can't fall asleep. I am tired. Very tired. But I just can't sleep. Perhaps it is because she's so close to me. I don't know. I feel the desire to hold her. But that wouldn't be right. It would be wrong. But inside my head I hear my own voice saying that she's my sister, and that it's okay. After having laid there in a few minutes, debating with myself, I snug an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She was about to wake up, but she didn't. Then I could fall asleep.

Isabel.

I were having the same dreams as last night. Or, I don't actually dream them myself, but somebody else is. I am "dream walking" someone. And I am a part of that dream.

I sat down looking at the weird symbols on the ground. I don't know what they mean, but I know that they're important to us. A person approached me, and then the symbols were out of my head, like they didn't mean a thing after all. I looked up to see the familiar boy with dark hair and blue eyes. I got up and started to caress his arm. I don't know why, and a part of me thought it weird. But this didn't feel like I was dreaming. I felt very much awake. I was kissing with Alex, and I felt warm and good inside. All warm and fuzzy. It's not like he was a bad kisser in my dream. But then I looked over his shoulder and saw Michael stand on the rock formation. A surge of something went through my stomach. He held out his arm for me. I didn't see where Alex was. I actually really didn't care. Because there, on the rock formation, dressed in black with his sticking hair and deep, dark eyes is Michael. I went to him, didn't know why. There was just this urge to be close to him. So when I got there, I didn't know what to do. I just looked at him. Feeling my blood rush through my body, surges going through my stomach, my heart beating rapidly. Like it was going to burst. It ached. Just like my stomach. Like I was getting cramps in my stomach when he touched my arm. I looked at his strong hand holding my arm. I looked up into his eyes. Something, that wasn't quite me, but still me, kissed him. It wasn't like kissing Alex. Alex was tender and careful. But Michael was raw, devouring me to the edge where I could cry. But in a good way.

He laid me on the very edge of the rock formation, entwining his hand with mine, biting, nipping and kissing me on my neck. I moaned in pleasure, never feeling so connected to anyone before in any way. He clasped my hand, holding on tightly. I was so out of myself of this whole situation. A part of me, that I wanted to ignore, told me that this wasn't right. What about Maria, what about Alex? I really couldn't care less. I couldn't even remember their faces if I tried to remember.

It was when Michael grinded his sex against mine, so intimate and delicate, so tender and yet so raw, that I woke up, gasping.

I am so shocked that I couldn't get a hold on myself. I noticed that I felt hot, and then I realize, that what I am staring at right now is Michael's firm chest, his arms wrapped around me. He seems to be a little dizzy while he wakes up. My breathing, just like the dream, is very rapid. I feel his arms tighten around me. How he wants to be closer to me.

His face comes closer to mine, inch by inch. His forehead leaning against mine, I close my eyes. I was breathing heavily. No, no, no, no. This can't be happening. Please, just tell me it's a dream. Please. His lips touch mine, and I feel a searing pain in my stomach. Tears brim over the edge, and I swallow hard. Michaels draws back, looking at me a bit confused. Like, he didn't know why he just kissed me, or what would happen between us from now on. I gaze at him angrily. My voice is very strained and angry.

"Leave."

Please review! ~ Marianne