April 27 2012, Roswell New Mexico (2 days after the crash)

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April 27 2012, Roswell New Mexico (2 days after the crash)

Isabel followed the scent of pancakes towards the kitchen. Amy was standing by the stove staring at the cooking breakfast.

"Something smells good."

Amy looked up and smiled before handing her a plate "Jim had to work, but he promised to be back at 12."

Isabel took a seat at the table and began eating, "Where'd Michael go?" When she had walked into the kitchen she'd noticed the couch was empty and she hadn't heard him since she'd woken.

"You don't know? I haven't seen him." Amy sat opposite Isabel and shared a confused look.

"I'm sure he'll come back."

"Yeah, yeah of course" Amy smiled but didn't look convinced.

Isabel and Amy were washing the dishes and speaking about superficial things when the front door opened and shut. Amy listened to the sound of foot steps walking down the hall but didn't notice Isabel tense up and raise her hand.

Michael walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge "I was at the pod chambers, left a message for Max. You know? Just in case"

"I hope he comes"

Michael shrugged and pulled out a juice carton before walking out of the room again.

Isabel turned to face Amy and gave an apologetic smile

"His social skills have gotten worse."

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Valenti pulled his police cruiser in behind Isabel's rental BMW and turned off the car. He patted the paper in his pocket and took some deep breaths.

This morning he'd been so sure he wanted answers; he'd made a list with Amy and was sure asking the questions would make him feel better. But what if it didn't? Maybe not knowing was better.

He looked up at the house. Michael was sitting out the front watching him, slowly Valenti got out of the car and walked towards the boy.

"Valenti"

"Michael. Have you been into town yet? People have gone crazy."

"Alien fanatics?"

"Dressing like something off 'Star Trek' and carrying signs declaring they know the truth. Amy's merchandise is everywhere, with the sales she's made we'll be spending our anniversary exploring the Caribbean"

Valenti held the door open for Michael then followed him into the lounge. When Valenti walked in Amy jumped off the couch and ran around to his side "Finally!"

Michael fell onto the couch next to Isabel and shared a concerned look.

"Sit Jim. I'll bring coffee, nobody move" she glared at Michael before walking through to the kitchen.

"Before she comes back I just need to know, are you two going to be honest?"

Isabel stared at Michael for a minute, both remembering how involved Valenti used to be and how much they trusted him, "yeah."

"Well that's good then." Valenti leaned back into his chair and they all sat in silence until Amy returned with a tray.

"Coffee, Jim you have the questions?"

Valenti pulled the paper out and handed it to her.

Michael took a deep breath and screamed inwardly at agreeing to answer their questions.

Amy smiled at her two house guests as she unfolded the paper, ignoring their discomfort she began "Well we narrowed down our questions last night so you only have to answer a few" she smiled at them again before continuing "Number one, Where are Max and Liz?"

Isabel looked down at her hands letting Michael answer "Don't know."

"Well you said Maria went to LA and Kyle south, you must have some idea?"

"Alright here's the thing, when we separated in 2006 Maria was already gone. When the rest of us separated Kyle went south, Iz east, I went north and I'm guessing Max and Liz went west. But we didn't exactly tell each other our plans."

"On purpose?"

"Yeah. Next question."

Amy looked back down at the paper before asking "are you still being chased?"

"Yes. Next question."

"Wait, tha-"

"I answered, so next question."

Amy opened her mouth to argue before Valenti put his hand on her knee "next question Amy."

She frowned at Valenti briefly and went back to her questions "Ok, why did you separate?"

Michael slowly rubbed his hands on his jeans wording his reply carefully "it was decided that together we were less safe. So it was decided we go separate ways."

"For safety?"

"Yeah."

"Did it work? Are you safer now?" Valenti asked

"Is that on your list?"

"I can write it if you want."

Michael released a sigh "no it was a stupid decision."

"Michael!" Isabel turned at Michael glaring

"What? They want honesty! I'm giving it. It was a stupid decision and it's only dumb luck none of us are dead because of it! I dare you to disagree."

"It was a logical decision that he thought through and-"

"Stop defending him Isabel! He screwed up!"

"He came up with a solution to a problem! I didn't see you suggesting anything."

"He made it a bigger problem!"

Isabel and Michael sat staring at each other until Amy tried to change the subject "while on the run were any of you seriously hurt?"

"Next."

"What? No! You said you'd answer our questions."

"You don't need to hear the answer, all you need to know is at the moment we're all fine."

"As far as you know"

Michael grunted his agreement and waited for the next question.

"Can you contact the others?"

Isabel took over and answered "No, but I think Max will come this way when he hears about the crash."

Amy nodded before slowly asking "Was Maria happy?"

Michael waited for Isabel to answer before he realized Amy was staring at him, waiting. "Umm…ahh yeah, yeah she was."

Amy wiped a tear "I'm glad."

"She missed you though."

Amy wiped a few more tears and handed the piece of paper to Valenti.

"What about Kyle?"

"Yeah he was alright"

Valenti grinned at the paper and cleared his throat before continuing "So, how long are you staying?"

"Don't know, just long enough to work out what's up with that crash I guess."

"You can't stay longer?"

Isabel slowly shook her head "we shouldn't even be here now."

"Do you think the crash is real?"

Michael shrugged "It's not like they'll admit it if it is."

"Could it be your enemies?"

Isabel and Michael both nodded.

"What are you going to do?"

Michael and Isabel shared a look before Valenti guessed.

"You don't know."

"Well Michael isn't really known for his planning and I thought Max would already be here."

"Screw Max. We should just go in there and find out what's going on, it's not like we can't"

"It's not safe, we need to wait. Max will come and we'll sort it out."

Michael gave a disgusted snort before getting up and walking towards the door "No more questions." He walked out the door and Isabel sighed.

"Max will come." She seemed to be speaking to herself rather then the other two people in the room.

Valenti watched her nod and stand up "I'm going out for a while." She smiled and escaped out the door.

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Isabel parked her car and got out. She leaned against the car door and stared out at the manicured green grass.

With slow and steady steps she walked.

It felt like the walk went on for ever, eventually she was close enough.

She stopped and sunk to her knees.

"Hi Alex." With two words she felt the tears fall down her face. She could barely see the grey stone through her watery eyes, with a shaking hand she reached out and traced the 'A'

"I've missed you." Memories of dancing together filled her head and she smiled at the memory of kissing him.

Memories of Alex flooded her head blocking out the real world.

Watching him strip for her birthday.

Staring at the stars next to him.

Watching him play the guitar for his band.

His smile. His eyes. His hands.

She continued smiling at the memories of a friend. Friend wasn't strong enough a word for Alex.

With shaking hands she continued tracing his name.

Years had passed since he'd been ripped from her life but the pain was still raw, a continuous burn in her heart.

"There was another crash." The salty tears dropped to the corners of her mouth and she wiped her face with a sleeve.

"Michael's here. We're staying with Valenti." She giggled "He married Amy, can you believe it?"

She remained in front of the stone updating him and eventually her tears stopped.

The sky grew dark and the air cold but she didn't realize. The world had fallen away; it was only her and Alex.

Despite everything she knew she began to feel safe, a feeling she hadn't felt in years.

She closed her eyes and dropped her head to her chest. When she opened her eyes a pair of legs stood next to the grave stone, but she wasn't scared. She waited for the figure to sit down and smiled and the shining eyes of her beloved friend.

"Hi"

Alex was sitting across from her.

"You're my imagination aren't you?"

He shrugged and she felt a new tear fall

"Hey, hey wait one minute. None of that"

With a finger she wiped it away "Sorry."

He smiled in reply and laid down next to her, she stretched out next to him.

"So is there something you want to say?"

"Max and Liz got married?"

"No I- Max and Liz got married? Cool."

"Yeah it was."

"But that's not it."

"I can't say it."

"Why?"

"Because if I do…if I do then it's real."

She felt a hand smooth over her hair "It's real whether you say it or not."

Her voice was quiet but she knew he heard every word "I'm scared. I've been scared for so long and I just want the feeling to go away. I'm sick of looking over my shoulder all the time, I hate not knowing if everyone's ok, I hate knowing I have to leave Rowell soon and I hate that your not real. I'm going to get up and go back to my car and you're going to stay here because no matter how much I wish otherwise…you're…you're still gone."

"I'm not gone I'm just…not here right now."

Isabel released a small chuckle and playfully slapped his chest.

She suddenly became aware of a third person and sat up cautious "Hello?"

"Vilandra?"

A chill rang through her body and she stared into the distance. Through the darkness and mist she could make out the shape of a man.

"I'm not Vilandra. You've got the wrong person…sorry." She stood up and felt Alex standing next to her.

"Vilandra…it's nice to see you."

"You've got the wrong person. Go away" she took a few steps back but didn't turn away.

"I'm here to warn you. The passenger, you can't trust her."

"What passenger? Who are you?"

"You can't trust her, and you can't let Zan near her either."

"Why? What is she? Who is she?"

"Don't trust him Iz." She looked at Alex; he was glaring at the figure with a hateful stare.

"Vilandra you can not trust the passenger, believe that."

Isabel felt her head being tugged between Alex and the figure before Michael's voice cut through it all "Isabel! Iz wake up!"

"The passenger!" she awoke fast and began looking around confused.

She had been sleeping in the graveyard.

"Iz are you ok?"

She looked over at Michael, he was crouched next to her and he looked worried.

"Yeah, fine."

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Michael drove Isabel back to the Valenti house. She seemed lost in her own thoughts and he didn't dare interrupt her. To be honest his thoughts were quite controlling as well. Being back in Roswell brought memories to the surface, memories that crippled him.

They were both so lost in their own thoughts and fears that they missed the black SUV parked near Valenti's house, and the man sitting inside watching them.

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