Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Roswell. I also don't own the lyrics to Lovers in
a Dangerous Time by Barenaked Ladies (Canadian roots are shining through…)
Isabel POV – Lovers in a Dangerous
Time
We've finally arrived. It's only been a week, but it feels like
forever. I haven't been able to breathe
since we left them, I've been so scared. But I can't breathe yet. Not
until I know they're safe.
I look around the parking lot of
the Motel 6 near New Orleans, and I can't stop the sigh of disappointment that
escapes my lips when I don't see the jeep. Alex grabs my hand and squeezes it slightly. I know he's mentally telling me to relax, that there's still
plenty of time. I squeeze back,
communicating my understanding and my disappointment and my fear and my
love. He kisses my forehead in
response, telling me he already knows.
I love this man.
//Don't the hours grow shorter
as the days go by
You never get to stop and open
our eyes
One minute you're waiting
for the sky to fall
The next you're dazzled by the
beauty of it all//
Kyle returns with two keys and silently hands one to Alex. I think we can all agree that after seven days with each other's constant companionship, day and night, we are all eagerly awaiting some alone time.
And I, for one, am looking forward
to a long, hot shower and a soft bed. The alien cleaning method – waving your hand over yourself – works fine
on the road when stopping could mean your destruction, but nothing beats the
real thing.
The room's décor was oddly
comforting. It looks like it could have
been anywhere in the world, from Beirut to Timbuktu, and it reminded me a
little of the hotels I used to stay in with my parents when we went on road
trips during summer vacations when Max and I were little. It definitely wasn't the Ritz Carlton, but
it was clean and it wasn't a jeep, and that was enough for me.
I told Alex he could have the
shower first while I wandered out to the front desk. I wanted to try and charm the guy there about giving up some
information, but unfortunately, he couldn't tell me what I wanted to know. He couldn't tell me my brothers and their
girlfriends were safe.
By the time I returned to the
room, Alex was finished with the shower. As I stood under the hot stream of water, I could feel my muscles relax
for the first time since we pulled out of Roswell.
For the past seven days, a flood
of mixed emotions has washed over me. Fear, of course, but also awe and love for the man who is willing to
risk everything to be with me.
Seven days. In just a few more hours, a few more days,
we'll know if we'll ever see our friends, our family, ever again. We'll know if we can ever go home again.
I want to know, more than anything,
but at the same time, I wish time could stand still. Because if it did, I wouldn't have to face the reality that maybe
my life as I knew it is over.
But the hours keep on racing by.
//Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time//
"Are you okay, Sweetie?" he asks softly from the other side of the curtain. I'm still in the shower, but all of a sudden, it alls seems too much for me. Everything was too intense, too real.
"No, I'm not," I whisper, choking
back another sob as I slide to the bottom of the bathtub and tuck my knees
under my chin. The water's grown cold
and my skin has become wrinkly, and I know I should get out, but even that
simple task seems too much, too hard, too complicated. If I stay in the shower, I can hide from the
world. "I don't know if I'll ever be
okay again." I'm crying now, and I
can't stop the tears I've been holding back since we began this demented
journey from hell.
He pulls back the curtain and turns off the water. He wraps me in a towel and scoops me into his arms, carrying me to our bed. Silently, he rubs my hair dry as I sob into his shirt.
I cry for Max and for Michael, for
Liz, for Maria, for Tess and Kyle, and for Alex. None of them deserve this, and yet we are all trapped in this
horrific nightmare.
//These fragile bodies of touch
and taste
This fragrant skin this hair
like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of
grace
Never a breath you can afford
to waste//
He murmurs gentle words of comfort
to me as he gathers me onto his lap and rocks me as if I were a small
child. "It's going to be okay, Izzy,"
he whispers, kissing my forehead. "I
swear to you, I'll make it okay."
I look into his eyes, and I can
see the determination burning in them, and I know he will move heaven and earth
to make everything okay for me again. I
love him for it.
Then I realize what a fool I've
been. Nearly a year ago, I promised
myself I would never do anything again to jeopardize our relationship. But because of my silly fears, I was doing
it now. I don't know how much time we
have on this planet – it all might collapse down around us tomorrow – but I
don't care anymore. Nothing matters
right now except the two of us.
//Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time//
He kisses me gently, and I return
it, trying to show him all the love and passion and adoration I feel for him in
my soul. I can see the flashes
starting, and they're all of me. I'm
his world, and he's not afraid to tell me.
He pulls away and strokes my face,
brushing the last of my tears from my cheeks. "Are you sure?" he whispers, seeking reassurances.
I close my eyes and rest my head
on his shoulders for a minute, listening to our hearts beat. Then my eyelids flutter open and I smile at
him and nod. I'm sure. I've never wanted anything more.
//When you're lovers in a
dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel
as if your love's a crime
Nothing worth having comes
without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness
'til it bleeds daylight//
Later, we're lying together with
my head resting on his chest and his arms holding me tight, staring out at the
night sky. I've never felt so content,
so safe. I've found my home in his
arms. "It's almost daylight," he
whispers.
I nod absently. "I know."
"You should try and sleep."
I smile at him and brush my lips
across his chest. "Do you regret it?" I
ask, needing to know but afraid of the answer.
He shakes his head and kisses my
hair. "Never."
"But…Alex, I brought you into
something that you shouldn't be involved in. We're running from the FBI. You
should be playing with your band and hanging out at the Crashdown." I bit my lip. "I put you in danger."
//When you're lovers in a
dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time//
"Izzy, look at me," he says, his
voice serious. "I love you and there is
nowhere in this world I would rather be than here with you. Finding you, loving you – it's what I was
born to do. I love you."
And this time, when he says the
words, I believe him. I've found my
home in his arms. "I love you, too."
//We were lovers in a dangerous
time
We were lovers in a dangerous
time//