My Summer Part 6
Summary: The truth about Isobel's foray to their home planet.
Disclaimer: Hasn't changed, I still own nothing.
Rating: G
Thank You's: To Chloe, for keeping me sane over the last week.
Maria, Liz and Alex had driven themselves to distraction waiting for their friends to return. They certainly weren't prepared for Max and Michael to yell down the staircase,
"Get up here now, you guys!"
Looking at each other in confusion, they stood up, and led by Liz, sprinted up the stairs to see Max carrying Isobel out of her room, Michael quickly shutting the door behind them.
"What happened to her?" Liz asked, as Max led the way to his own bedroom, and gently laid his sister on his bed.
"She got the Teller to work, but now it's gone. She was talking to someone that we couldn't see, and then suddenly there was this flash of blue light. Then this...I don't know, this cloud came out of nowhere and formed around her. When I went to pick her up to get her out of there, Michael noticed that the Teller had gone."
Alex moved closer to Isobel, whose eyes were still closed, her face calm and peaceful. "Do you think that we should wake her up or leave her to sleep?"
"I think that we should leave her..." Maria started to say, but as it turned out, there was no need. Isobel gave a small cough, and slowly opened her eyes. For a moment she looked around, not recognising where she was or remembering what had happened. Then in a flash it cam crashing down upon her, and she said,
"Max? Michael? Where's the Teller? Why am I here, what happened to me?"
"Calm down, Iz," Max soothed, moving to sit down beside her on his bed. "We don't know where the Teller is, we were kinda hoping that you could tell us what happened to it, and to you for that matter. Who were you talking to before you, I don't know...came back here?"
Isobel narrowed her eyes, and thought deeply for a moment. "I don't know who he was, but I'm positive that he spoke to me in English. It was the same place as the one in my dream, but not so busy. I got there too late, the spaceship had already gone. He looked like a convential alien, I guess. The type that you see on soda cans in every shop in Roswell. Green skin, huge black eyes, but no antennae."
"What did you say to each other?" Alex asked, sitting on the other side of her.
"I asked him where my parents were. Our parents, sorry Max. He said that they had left earlier, on their way to Earth. They were going to try to colonise it, or something. He also said that whatever happened now was out of anyone's control. Then..." Isobel strugled to keep her emotions under check,"then he said that he wanted me to return the Teller to its rightful place."
"We heard your side of the converstaion," Michael murmured. "You asked him why it was that he wanted the Teller"
"Yeah, yeah I did. He said that it would fall into the wrong hands if I let it remain on Earth for any longer. It was so strange thought, he didn't even query who I was or ask who my parents were. It was as though he already knew. So...I gave it to him, because what he said next really scared me."
"What did he say, Iz?" Max pressed softly, keeping his eyes fixated on his sister's face, not allowing himself to be disracted by Liz or anyone.
"He said, well basically, it was that if I kept the Teller, I'd be encouraging us to live in the past even more than we do now. He said that some things about the crash of the ship are never meant to be known, but thatI ahd the gift to find them out. So he needed the Teller back in its rightful place, on our planet."
"I don't believe it," Michael said angrily. "So when you cut down to the chase, he was saying that we should live human lives, and never even give a moment's thought about where we come from or who we really are. How are we supposed to do that?"
"He said that some day, something would happen that would make us understand," Isobel said, tears once again threatening to spill over onto her cheeks.
She was the first of three to make the conscious move into human life, a virtual reality for them.
Both Max and Alex sat beisde her. Just one word needed to pass her lips, and she'd receive instant comfort from either of them.
The alien past, or the human future?
She reached for Alex, and found instant comfort in his comforting embrace.
"We've lost the Teller," Max said to himself, unaware of Isobel's previous emotional turmoil. "So now how are we supposed to find out anything at all?"
"Maybe we shouldn't try anything for a while," Isobel suggested. "We have three months of uninterrupted summer ahead of us, remember that Max. And you have to admit that this year has been hard on all of us, Americans included," she smiled at Maria and Liz, standing uncomfortably by the door, and more tenderly at Alex by her side. "Let's just take a break, shall we?"
Max looked disbelievingly at his sister. He was shocked by her sudden u-turn on their history, but nothing could have prepared him for what Michael said next.
"I agree with Iz," he said, glancing at Maria who met his eyes for one perfect moment, then turned away with a tiny smile playing on her lips. "I'm absolutely exhausted. So let's leave it for a while, and see where the summer takes us. No active searching."
Max sighed. It seemed that yet again he'd been outvoted, by the two people in the world that he thought he could rely on for anything.
But there was still one option for a trustworthy person in this world...
Some free time would provide him with ample time to have the first decent conversation with Liz Parker in months. Still, he couldn't believe that the words he was thinking were about to come out of his mouth.
"Okay. No active searching."
Summary: The truth about Isobel's foray to their home planet.
Disclaimer: Hasn't changed, I still own nothing.
Rating: G
Thank You's: To Chloe, for keeping me sane over the last week.
Maria, Liz and Alex had driven themselves to distraction waiting for their friends to return. They certainly weren't prepared for Max and Michael to yell down the staircase,
"Get up here now, you guys!"
Looking at each other in confusion, they stood up, and led by Liz, sprinted up the stairs to see Max carrying Isobel out of her room, Michael quickly shutting the door behind them.
"What happened to her?" Liz asked, as Max led the way to his own bedroom, and gently laid his sister on his bed.
"She got the Teller to work, but now it's gone. She was talking to someone that we couldn't see, and then suddenly there was this flash of blue light. Then this...I don't know, this cloud came out of nowhere and formed around her. When I went to pick her up to get her out of there, Michael noticed that the Teller had gone."
Alex moved closer to Isobel, whose eyes were still closed, her face calm and peaceful. "Do you think that we should wake her up or leave her to sleep?"
"I think that we should leave her..." Maria started to say, but as it turned out, there was no need. Isobel gave a small cough, and slowly opened her eyes. For a moment she looked around, not recognising where she was or remembering what had happened. Then in a flash it cam crashing down upon her, and she said,
"Max? Michael? Where's the Teller? Why am I here, what happened to me?"
"Calm down, Iz," Max soothed, moving to sit down beside her on his bed. "We don't know where the Teller is, we were kinda hoping that you could tell us what happened to it, and to you for that matter. Who were you talking to before you, I don't know...came back here?"
Isobel narrowed her eyes, and thought deeply for a moment. "I don't know who he was, but I'm positive that he spoke to me in English. It was the same place as the one in my dream, but not so busy. I got there too late, the spaceship had already gone. He looked like a convential alien, I guess. The type that you see on soda cans in every shop in Roswell. Green skin, huge black eyes, but no antennae."
"What did you say to each other?" Alex asked, sitting on the other side of her.
"I asked him where my parents were. Our parents, sorry Max. He said that they had left earlier, on their way to Earth. They were going to try to colonise it, or something. He also said that whatever happened now was out of anyone's control. Then..." Isobel strugled to keep her emotions under check,"then he said that he wanted me to return the Teller to its rightful place."
"We heard your side of the converstaion," Michael murmured. "You asked him why it was that he wanted the Teller"
"Yeah, yeah I did. He said that it would fall into the wrong hands if I let it remain on Earth for any longer. It was so strange thought, he didn't even query who I was or ask who my parents were. It was as though he already knew. So...I gave it to him, because what he said next really scared me."
"What did he say, Iz?" Max pressed softly, keeping his eyes fixated on his sister's face, not allowing himself to be disracted by Liz or anyone.
"He said, well basically, it was that if I kept the Teller, I'd be encouraging us to live in the past even more than we do now. He said that some things about the crash of the ship are never meant to be known, but thatI ahd the gift to find them out. So he needed the Teller back in its rightful place, on our planet."
"I don't believe it," Michael said angrily. "So when you cut down to the chase, he was saying that we should live human lives, and never even give a moment's thought about where we come from or who we really are. How are we supposed to do that?"
"He said that some day, something would happen that would make us understand," Isobel said, tears once again threatening to spill over onto her cheeks.
She was the first of three to make the conscious move into human life, a virtual reality for them.
Both Max and Alex sat beisde her. Just one word needed to pass her lips, and she'd receive instant comfort from either of them.
The alien past, or the human future?
She reached for Alex, and found instant comfort in his comforting embrace.
"We've lost the Teller," Max said to himself, unaware of Isobel's previous emotional turmoil. "So now how are we supposed to find out anything at all?"
"Maybe we shouldn't try anything for a while," Isobel suggested. "We have three months of uninterrupted summer ahead of us, remember that Max. And you have to admit that this year has been hard on all of us, Americans included," she smiled at Maria and Liz, standing uncomfortably by the door, and more tenderly at Alex by her side. "Let's just take a break, shall we?"
Max looked disbelievingly at his sister. He was shocked by her sudden u-turn on their history, but nothing could have prepared him for what Michael said next.
"I agree with Iz," he said, glancing at Maria who met his eyes for one perfect moment, then turned away with a tiny smile playing on her lips. "I'm absolutely exhausted. So let's leave it for a while, and see where the summer takes us. No active searching."
Max sighed. It seemed that yet again he'd been outvoted, by the two people in the world that he thought he could rely on for anything.
But there was still one option for a trustworthy person in this world...
Some free time would provide him with ample time to have the first decent conversation with Liz Parker in months. Still, he couldn't believe that the words he was thinking were about to come out of his mouth.
"Okay. No active searching."