Title: Living the High Life - Third story in the 'Things Change, People
Change' series
Author: Kendra
Rating: PG
Spoilers: All, I guess
Category: UC, Isabel/Kyle
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I wish I did. The WB and Jason Katims
own everything Roswell related.
Distribution: Please email Kendra before placing it on your site.
Thanks. Unauthorized archiving/posting of this fan fiction is strictly
prohibited. Please ask first. Thank you.
Dedication: My friends at the Site Fights, and my Mom.
Wrote: March 11th,2000.
Feedback: Is what keeps this story flowing. Please don't flame me,
or tell me my writing sucks. I'll take suggestions on how to make it better,
but please don't hurt my feelings.
Beta-Readers: Christianne
Author's Notes: This takes place twenty years in the future.
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(AN: Isabel POV)
I watch as my husband plays with our youngest son, Tyler. My son picks up his cowboy hat, and tries to fit it on his father's head. I laugh, they're so adorable. My life is very stressing, but it seems to be calming down. The other day I finished shooting my movie. It's a slasher movie, and the critics are awaiting it's debut. I've won a few Golden Globes, and I am known throughout Hollywood. Kyle is an excellent photographer. Sometimes he takes special pictures of the children and I. I love Kyle more than life.
I see Kyle pick up Tyler and carry him into the other room. I'm nervous, tomorrow Kyle, the children and I, are flying to Roswell to see Max and his family. I'm not afraid to see Max and his family. I'm afraid to see Maria and Alex. I hurt Alex so much, and I will never, ever forgive myself for that. I loved him so much, but sometimes love dies. I'm glad he found Maria, and happiness. They even invited Kyle and I to their wedding.
I can't believe Michael left, sometimes I think he comes into my dreams. I can just somehow feel it, but I'm not so sure. Maybe it's just my imagination playing tricks on me. I see Kyle walk over to me and I send him a sexy smile.
"Where is Tyler?" I ask.
"I put him to bed. What's the matter Is?" Kyle asked.
"I don't know. I'm just stressed I guess, I think I'll go to bed."
"Okay, I love you."
"I love you too, Kyle."
I get up out of the chair I am seated in, and make my way to our bedroom. I lay down on the comfortable bed and sigh. It's weird how everything can change. The FBI hasn't followed us for years, they finally came to the conclusion that we were not aliens. Before I married Kyle I told him who, and what I was, and he accepted me, just like Alex had accepted me.
I just have to clear my brain and get some sleep. That's what I need.
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(AN: Kyle POV)
I worry about Isabel all the time. I think her acting career takes too much out of her. She doesn't smile hardly as much as she should. Her glow, is just not there anymore. Sometimes, I wonder if maybe it's me. You know, should she have ended up with Alex instead of me? I doubt it, because I know she loves me with all her heart, and I love her.
I have even become friends with Max, and who would have thought that would ever happen? I mean, I used to hate Max for stealing Liz away, but that was ages ago. I'm glad Max and Liz are happy together. The thing that makes me upset, is Maria. Whenever Isabel and I see her, she always looks depressed.
Her daughter, Gabrielle is so beautiful. She has Maria's eyes. The only problem with Gabrielle, is she doesn't look at all like Alex. You know who she sort of looks like? She looks like Michael. One day Isabel actually came out and asked Maria if Gabrielle was Michael's daughter, because she had a feeling. Maria admittedly denied it, saying that Gabrielle was her and Alex's daughter. I don't know anymore, but I guess I will agree with Isabel. Gabrielle does look a lot like Michael. I wonder if Michael even knows he has a daughter, and would he even care?
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The End - Next Story: Soul Mate Thing