While Alex was sleeping the next night, Isabel dreamwalked into his dream. Isabel needed to talk to him and this was the only way she could.
"Hey Alex," Isabel walked over to him.
"Izy, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault isn't it? I shouldn't have acted the way I did when you told me."
"No, this has nothing to do with you."
"That's why you ran away just after you told me".
"I have to tell you something. You won't like it."
"Try me".
"I don't know if you're the father."
"What are you saying? Who else could it be?"
"Michael."
"What, I thought Tess said that you couldn't get pregnant from those dreams, she said. Wait, you slept with him didn't you?"
"I'm sorry, it was only once. It was the only way to stop the dreams"
"You bitch, and you spring this on me while I'm asleep, so I can't run away. I can't believe I didn't see it before. You phoned him to say you were safe and not me. I'm so stupid"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say."
"Go away, now!"
Well, all things considered, that had been the worst dream of Isabel's life. She had just hurt Alex so badly that she didn't know if he would ever trust her again. She was stuck in a strange city, 17, pregnant, and running out of money. She wanted her family, she had to go back to Roswell, and face everyone. She had to clean up her mess.
Alex sat opposite Michael at their regular booth at the Crashdown. He glared at him for 20 minutes before either of them spoke.
"I trusted you both," everyone could see that Alex wasn't angry, he was hurt. His girlfriend had betrayed him, with one of his best friends.
"It was once, OK. I've felt bad about it ever since, but you can't change the past." Michael had clammed up. He was refusing to show any of his emotions.
"You don't get it do you, I feel like such a fool." Maria got up and walked out of the restaurant.
"Now look what you did," Liz was walking out after Maria.
"This is ridiculous, we can't talk this through without Isabel." Max also walked out.
"Well I guess this meeting is over," only Tess was left between Alex and Michael.
Isabel slowly drove home, she had been gone for 6 days and now she was back in Roswell she was glad she had got out of there. The whole town had an air of confinement and she couldn't help feeling trapped by who she was. At least away from Roswell she was anonymous; she was just another face in the crowd, not an alien. Three blocks from her house she stopped. She had a choice; either go home and get a lecture from Max, or try to sort things with Alex. She just wished there were some way of knowing who her baby's father was. This was so complicated, but she was kidding herself if she said that the only reason she had slept with Michael was to stop the dreams. It had been blind passion, and they both knew it. She loved Alex, but the electricity that she had felt when she had been with Michael had been amazing. God, being a teenager was hard enough without all the destiny crap, and now she was pregnant. Things couldn't get much worse. She had to try and sort things out with Alex.
"Hey Alex," Isabel walked over to him.
"Izy, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault isn't it? I shouldn't have acted the way I did when you told me."
"No, this has nothing to do with you."
"That's why you ran away just after you told me".
"I have to tell you something. You won't like it."
"Try me".
"I don't know if you're the father."
"What are you saying? Who else could it be?"
"Michael."
"What, I thought Tess said that you couldn't get pregnant from those dreams, she said. Wait, you slept with him didn't you?"
"I'm sorry, it was only once. It was the only way to stop the dreams"
"You bitch, and you spring this on me while I'm asleep, so I can't run away. I can't believe I didn't see it before. You phoned him to say you were safe and not me. I'm so stupid"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say."
"Go away, now!"
Well, all things considered, that had been the worst dream of Isabel's life. She had just hurt Alex so badly that she didn't know if he would ever trust her again. She was stuck in a strange city, 17, pregnant, and running out of money. She wanted her family, she had to go back to Roswell, and face everyone. She had to clean up her mess.
Alex sat opposite Michael at their regular booth at the Crashdown. He glared at him for 20 minutes before either of them spoke.
"I trusted you both," everyone could see that Alex wasn't angry, he was hurt. His girlfriend had betrayed him, with one of his best friends.
"It was once, OK. I've felt bad about it ever since, but you can't change the past." Michael had clammed up. He was refusing to show any of his emotions.
"You don't get it do you, I feel like such a fool." Maria got up and walked out of the restaurant.
"Now look what you did," Liz was walking out after Maria.
"This is ridiculous, we can't talk this through without Isabel." Max also walked out.
"Well I guess this meeting is over," only Tess was left between Alex and Michael.
Isabel slowly drove home, she had been gone for 6 days and now she was back in Roswell she was glad she had got out of there. The whole town had an air of confinement and she couldn't help feeling trapped by who she was. At least away from Roswell she was anonymous; she was just another face in the crowd, not an alien. Three blocks from her house she stopped. She had a choice; either go home and get a lecture from Max, or try to sort things with Alex. She just wished there were some way of knowing who her baby's father was. This was so complicated, but she was kidding herself if she said that the only reason she had slept with Michael was to stop the dreams. It had been blind passion, and they both knew it. She loved Alex, but the electricity that she had felt when she had been with Michael had been amazing. God, being a teenager was hard enough without all the destiny crap, and now she was pregnant. Things couldn't get much worse. She had to try and sort things out with Alex.