fic4 Title: Alex Whitman: Alien Hunter
Author: cameraman_dc
Summary: A new alien hunter comes to Roswell, but he is more than he appears.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, it does not belong to me. I am in no way associated with the UPN, Jason Katims, or Melinda Metz.

Isabel's Apartment
August 4, 2006
9:02 PM

Isabel fell into bed exhausted from her day. Her most recent audition had gone horribly wrong. During most of her performance the casting director had belittled her and nearly brought her to tears. A career in hollywood was not as easy as Isabel had thought it would be.

Isabel got up from her bed when she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door to be greeted by a bouquet of flowers.

"Hey there sweet thing," Darren said entering her house.

"Darren what are you doing here" Isabel asked.

"I heard about your audition and I thought I'd come by and cheer you up," Darren said wrapping his arms around Isabel.

"It was terrible," Isabel said. "And...WAIT! You heard about it, oh my god now everybody knows about it!"

"Don't worry about it baby," Darren said as picked up Isabel and carried her to the bed.

"Darren, wait," Isabel said as Darren laid on top of her.

"Shhhhhh," Darren said as he started kissing Isabel.

Darren's hands moved to the buttons of Isabel's Blouse.

"Darren stop," Isabel said.

Darren pulled away from Isabel.

"Isabel we've been together now for three months," Darren said. "I don't know what we're waiting for."

"I'm just not ready," Isabel said. 'And you're not him,' Isabel thought silently to herself. She found it ironic that after all this time she still thought about him.

"Will you ever be ready?" Darren asked.

"I-," Isabel was cut off when Darren moved in for another kiss, suddenly the phone began to ring.

'Saved by the bell,' Isabel thought as she moved from underneath Darren to sit on the side of the bed.

Isabel reached for the phone when Darren gently grasped her hand.

"Leave it," Darren said.

"I have to get it," Isabel said taking the phone off the hook.

"Hello," Isabel said answering the phone.

"Hey Isabel," Liz said over the phone.

"Oh hey Liz," Isabel said. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay,"Liz said.

As they were talking Darren wrapped his arms around Isabel's waist.

"How's Colorado?" Isabel asked.

"It's good," Liz said.

Darren started kissing Isabel's neck.

"So what's up?" Isabel asked.

A moment passed before Liz spoke.

"Alex called me," Liz said quietly.

Isabel stopped breathing when she heard what Liz had said.

"Isabel what's wrong?" Darren asked.

Isabel turned to Darren.

"You're shivering," Darren said.

Isabel turned her attention back to the phone, finally finding her voice.

"Wha-What did he say?" Isabel asked.

"He needs us to meet him in Roswell," Liz said.

"How is he?" Isabel asked.

"I don't know," Liz said. "I couldn't tell from the way he was talking. Are you going?"

"Um I don't know," Isabel said.

"Listen I'm leaving tonight," Liz said. "I should be there in the morning. I've already called Max, Michael, Maria, & Kyle. They're already on the way. Will you please come?"

"Okay," Isabel said hesitantly.

"Really," Liz asked.

"I have to go home," Isabel said as she went to her closet.

"You are home," Darren said with a confused look on his face.

"No, I have to go home," Isabel said removing a bag from her closet and placing it on her bed. "Back to Roswell."

"Roswell?" Darren asked getting off the bed. "I thought you lived in LA all your life?"

"Um, I never said that," Isabel said avoiding Darren gaze.

"Yes, you did," Darren said. "When we first met at the coffee shop I asked when you got to LA, and you told me you lived here all your life. What's going on?"

"Listen, Darren I can't talk about this right now," Isabel said. "I really have to go. So can you please leave?"

"Sure," Darren said. "But when you get back I want an explanantion."

"I will," Isabel said.

Darren then left Isabel's apartment.

Isabel started thinking as she was packing her bag, after all this time she was finally going to see Alex again, especially after what she did to him.