The Wound
By Tess161 of the xsorbit4 rebelfic board.
Disclaimer: I take no credit in this story it was created by Tess161, who does not own Roswell.
They ran through the white walled halls. Seeing Valenti, Isabel runs up to him. Michael at her side. "Where's Max?" She yells. There is gunfire in the background. "He's dead. He got caught in the fire." Jim explains. "No!" Isabel struggles to get free of Jim's arms. She screams reaching out to the door, flames shooting out at them. "He's dead!" Jim assures, yanking her away.
"You don't know that." Michael says, taking Isabel away from Jim. But Jim stands in their way. "I tried to touch him, but he, he turned to dust."
Isabel screeches. Michael runs his hand through his hair. Shaking his head no. As he pulls Isabel out of the burning hall.
They race outside. Running into the parking lot. Then Isabel and Michael sense their enemies. They, who killed their leader, their brother and friend. They both turn. Jim turns just in time to see them running toward their enemies, charging bravely at their foes.
"No!" He cried, but it's too late. Isabel screams as they attack the car which holds the enemy. They open fire upon Michael and Isabel. Then as the bullets die down, Michael lowers his hand. Isabel drops to the ground. He looks to her, terrified.
She begins to convulse. "Isabel!" Michael cries. He slides to her side, setting her head on his knee. Jesse, who had been tailing them, came running out. Crying out for his wife. "No, Isabel!" He wailed. Jim had to keep him from touching his wife.
Isabel's entire body convulsed with red sparking energy. Only someone with her blood could make physical contact. "Get the van!" Michael shouted. Jim looked up, nodding. "Jesse, don't touch her!" Jim warned, running to get the van. But as soon as he left, Jesse ignored Jim's warnings and ran to his wife. He touched her forehead. Then, red sparks flew out of Isabel, attacking Jesse. Michael got in the way, knocking him to the ground. "She needs a doctor!" Jesse cried, whipping out his phone. Michael jumped on him.
"No!" He knocked the phone away. "No doctors!" Michael demanded. Jesse punched Michael. "Are you insane? What's wrong with you? She's dying!" Jesse asked, running for his phone again. Michael stopped him once more. "If you call a doctor, she's dead… because she's not human!" He blurted out. Jesse shook his head. "Your nuts!" Jesse cried, pushing him off.
Michael forced him to look at Isabel. Still convulsing on the ground. "Look at her! Look! She's not human!" Michael said. Letting him go. Jesse stared at her, his eyes narrowed as the truth bore down on him. He watched as Michael got up, bending on one knee beside Isabel. For one instant, Jesse saw a knight before his fallen princess. He blinked and Michael had scooped Isabel up. Her shaking and convulsing calming in his arms.
Jim came screeching up to them. Jesse opened the back door, Michael getting in gently with Isabel. They sat in the back, Jesse in the middle area, and Jim driving. "We should go to my place." Jesse said. Jim shook his head. "No way. Mine is closer." Jim corrected. "Well let me call this doctor that can help. He's kinda shady..." Jesse explained.
Michael sighed, caressing Isabel's face with his hand. Her skin was hot. "Max..." She mumbled. Michael began to cry sympathetically at Isabel. "No..." He cried. "Max can't come, sweetie." He soothes. "Get... Max, Max, get Max..." She muttered, completely out of it. "Shhh, Shhh." Michael soothed.
Jim swerved into his driveway. Kyle was home, and opened the door hearing all the commotion. "Dad-" But before Kyle could ask, Jim had thrown everything off their couch. "Isabel!" Kyle ran to her, touching her face. Nothing seemed to happen to him as it had to Jesse. "I'll get Max. She needs Max!" Kyle jumped up the phone.
Isabel was in and out of consciousness. She heard Kyle mention Max "Max… Max get Max…" She muttered. Jim caught his son, nodding no. Kyle confused turned to Michael. He heard him speak to Isabel, gently. "Shhh. Max can't come, he's gone..." Michael sobbed. He wiped his eyes, roughly with the back of his hand.
"Max is dead?" Kyle questioned. Jim nodded sadly. "Oh my God." He exclaimed. They all watched Isabel moan with pain. Michael looked up, tearfully. No one had ever seen him with such emotion. None of them had seen him so terrified. "Michael, why don't you go out, take a breather." Jim suggested. Michael reluctantly agreed.
Outside
Jim walked outside. Michael was pacing, with his hands running through his hair. Cupping his face in his hands. Jim reached out, and patted his shoulder. Michael sighed. "She's not gonna make it." Michael said, breathing hard. "You don't know that." Jim said, trying to comfort him. "Yes." Michael snapped. "I do." He says, flatly. Jim stepped back, amazed.
Jesse came running out. "The doctor's here!" He announced running in. Michael was informed to place Isabel on the kitchen table. The doctor would have to perform surgery. "Be careful, don't touch her when she, looks... um like there is electricity running over her." Michael cautioned, as the doctor nodded, rushing them out.
Hours pass
Michael paces outside again, the cold nipping at his ears. His breathing fogging the air about his face. "Alright." The doctor called them. Michael comes in. "How is she?" He asked. "Well..." He began. "I had to remove her spleen." He stopped. Michael gave a look. "And?" He asked. "This was weird. It looked like she was born with two livers and one kidney, I mean there was no place to put a second, I just don't get it?" The doctor said, scratching his head. Michael averted his eyes. "It's a birth defect!" Kyle blurted. He shrugged. "Yeah, runs in the family." Kyle explained.
They moved Isabel to Jim's bed. Where she rested, fitfully. Isabel began to fuss more than ever, her fever reaching 112. Kyle who had been watching her, yelled for Michael. "She's convulsing again! Michael, do something!" Kyle yelled. Michael knocked Kyle out of the way. He scooped her hand in this. Touching her face, instinctually. But he could nothing. He stroked her head, and kissed her hand, lovingly.
As Michael began to talk to her. Isabel, listening, but unable to answer. His voice became further and further away. Until his voice was gone.
Isabel remained, in a cloudy mix of reality and dream. The reality slipping from her fingers each moment she remained where she was. Then a hand reached out and touched her shoulder. She turned. "Princess." Michael kneeled before her, kissing her hand. "My Lord." Isabel knelt, bowing slightly. "The King is to be shown the ball room, decorated and ready in minutes, will my Lady be coming?" Michael asked.
Suddenly, Isabel looked around, she had been transported to Antar, her hidden memories of her past. "Y-yes." Isabel stated vaguely looking around. Trying to get her bearings.
"I'm in the royal ball room?" Isabel inquired. "Yes? May I break code?" Michael asked. "Code? Yes." Isabel said. "Lonnie, what's wrong, you seem out of place." He explained. "I, I'm not here." Isabel said. "This isn't real." She said. Michael just seemed confused. "Lonnie..." But his voice echoed.
Isabel was whirled back into the cloudy state. Where she could hear Michael, but not answer. "Isabel... You can't leave..." His voice faded again.
This time when Isabel opened her eyes, Max was standing in front of her, with Tess in the distance. A small child running by her feet. "Max? Jim said you died." Isabel hugged Max. "I'm fine, I'm always fine." He assured. "Tess?" Isabel looked in the background.
The scene rushed towards her, the motions becoming blurred. Suddenly she was back in the ballroom. There was a very large crowd. Everyone was clapping. Michael and Isabel were side by side. They were in larger chairs at the top of the room. The crowd being at their feet. To their left were even larger chairs.
Then from the center door, far in the back, as the clapping died. And the crowd parted. Then from the center, a wondrous woman appeared, with her long blonde hair tied up in curls, bouncing at her waist. "Tess?" Isabel whispered under breath. Michael turned. "Queen Ava looks quite lovely, don't you think?" He said, clapping. "Queen- Oh my God, their wedding..." It dawned on her what was happening.
A soldier beside the throne, announced. "Announcing the newly crowned Queen Ava, of Zan! Announcing the Emperor! King Zan!" The crowd went crazy. Clapping, and cheering. Max entered, looking very tall, and stern, but obviously have a much more loving side.
They took their respective seats. Max bent over, kissing Tess' cheek. Isabel watched. "This is the day..." She whispered. "Hello Vilondra, how have you been?" Max asked Isabel nodded with grace, showing her mood was light. Max smiled, nodding back, with the same, lighthearted cheer in his eyes. Isabel's eyes glanced downward, seeing Max and Tess' hand intertwined. Isabel bent over, asking Max something. "How much do you love her?" Isabel questioned, thinking about how he was with Liz now. Max turned, looking a little surprised. "So much, that I'd rather pretend to love someone else, if it meant she would be safe." He said.
As they concluded their conversation. A screamed emitted from the crowd. Max stood up, seeing the poor girl who screamed, being thrown across the room. "Get her, make sure she's okay." Max ordered. Isabel watched him take control, remembering how much he'd changed.
The crowd parted once more. Kivar standing in the center, a smirk appearing on his face. "Kivar!" Max hissed. "Oh, God!" Isabel hushed herself. Kivar attempted to attack Max, Michael being his loyal second, jumped in the way. Everyone started to yell, and scream. "Kivar, stop!" Isabel stood up, her voice commanding. Everyone, including Tess hushed. "How dare you enter my family's home! Get out!" Isabel pointed at the door. Kivar smiled. He knelt before her. "Vilondra." He smiled, taking her hand and kissing it. Isabel rolled her eyes, snatching her hand away. "I said, leave." She snapped, darkly. "Ah, but how can I, with out my wife?" He smirked.
Isabel gasped, looking around. She backed up. Looking very guilty. "No, I-" But she knew it was true. He had asked her hand before Rath had. She had accepted. But the marriage had not happened yet, there was still time.
Suddenly the scene whirled around her, then, once again she found herself in a cloudy area, where there was nothing but Michael's voice. "I'm all alone with out you Iz. I can't be alone... I'm afraid." He whimpered, crying like a small child. Isabel wept, unable to answer his pitiful cries for her to return.
She was whirled around again, taken to another scene from her past. This time she was standing in the rain, her clothes torn, looking very beaten. Her hand is open, facing someone. To her left is Tess, dead. Her body bloody and destroyed. Max is dead, against the wall. His position shows he was trying to save Tess. His arms reached out for her. Tess was lying on her stomach. Her face tilted up toward him, her arm reached out to touch his. They never made it. Both were killed before they touched hands.
Michael was behind Kivar, beaten, but not dead. "Kill me, and he'll die too!" Kivar threatened. "No. Please." Isabel whimpered like Michael had in her mind. "I'm just not feeling it..." Kivar smirked. He grabbed Michael by his hair, dragging him to his knees. "Beg!" He ordered Michael. "Never." Michael spat on Kivar's feet. "Then watch your wife, as you take your last breath!" He killed Michael, who dropped to the ground.
Everything whirled around her. She heard Michael again. "... And you said 'here take my lunch'. And I looked into your eyes and Iz... I knew you wanted me in your life, and I knew you knew, that I couldn't live with out you in mine... Iz. I need you. Please, don't leave me. I need you." He cried.
Isabel could feel his head on her chest. She could move her hand, and bought it up to his head. She stroked his head with her hand. Slowly opening her eyes. "Michael." She whispered. He looked up, shocked, and smiling like she'd never seen. "Hey! Guys! She's awake!" He cried.
He was so ecstatic that he could no longer control what he was about to do. First he kissed her forehead, then her cheek. Then as Jesse came in, and the others crowded the doorway, he took her face in his hands. Kissing her gently and lovingly on the lips. Neither knew it was coming until it had. But when it did. It came with more love, more passion than either had felt ever before. The on lookers were just as shocked as they themselves were.
They broke apart, looking at each other. "I heard your voice, I followed it home. To you." Isabel said. Michael smiled, tears falling off his chin. "I'm okay." Isabel assured. They hugged. Jesse left. Isabel grabbed Michael's hand, just before he was about to get up. "He's not dead. Max is alive." Isabel said. Michael turned, looking into her eyes, knowing that everything would be well.
