Author: cameraman dc
Email: cameraman_dc@hotmail.com
Disclaimer : I don't own anything, it does not belong to me. I am in no way associated with the WB, the UPN, Jason Katims, or Melinda Metz.
Summary : A new alien hunter is in Roswell, but he is more than he appears.
Category : Everybody
Rating : R
Feedback : Go for it!
Roswell
March 4, 2002
9:35 PM
Kyle and Isabel pulled up to the house in Kyle's car. Isabel looked through the windows of the house, at the party going on inside.
"Are you sure about this?" Isabel asked as she stepped out of the car.
"Yeah why not?" Kyle asked. "It'll be like old times."
"I haven't seen any of these people in nearly a year," Isabel said as they walked to the front door.
"Everything will be fine," Kyle said.
Once inside Isabel caught sight of a familiar face, a face she did not want to see tonight.
"Hey Isabel," Gracie said. "How's it going?"
"Pretty good," Isabel said.
"I hope you haven't forgotten about all of us now that you're in college," Gracie said.
"Not likely," Isabel muttered under her breath.
"So I saw you come with Kyle Valenti," Gracie said. "What's the story?"
"We're just friends," Isabel said, not liking the direction Gracie's conversation was heading.
"Sure, just friends, right," Gracie said with a smirk. "The girl who was queen of Roswell High with the star quarterback. I'm telling you girl, it was meant to be."
"We're not like that," Isabel said shaking her head.
"At least he's a step up," Gracie said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Isabel asked.
"Well I know it sucks that he's dead and everything," Gracie said. "But come on, let's face it. Whitman was a loser and..."
Gracie never got to complete her sentence, as she was cut off by Isabel's fist connecting with her face.
"What the hell's the matter with you," Gracie gasped, her hand covering her cheek.
Isabel flung herself at Gracie, only to be stopped by Kyle who wrapped his arms around her waist holding her back.
"YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT ALEX," Isabel shouted struggling to break free from Kyle's hold.
"You're crazy," Gracie said stalking off.
Kyle managed to get Isabel away from the party and back to his car. Together they stood in the middle of the street. Isabel was crying into her hands.
"How can they treat him like that?" Isabel asked between sobs. "How can they act like he never existed?"
Kyle didn't know how to answer her, because even he wondered the same question. Standing there, watching Isabel cry, Kyle couldn't stand to see her hurting. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, hugging her while she cried into his chest. Together the two staid like that for a while until Isabel's sobbing had ceased. Kyle pulled away from Isabel and looked at her tear streaked face. Bringing his hand up to her face Kyle gently wiped her tears away.
"I'm sorry," Isabel said.
"It's okay," Kyle replied.
"I must look horrible," Isabel sniffled.
"No you don't," Kyle said.
Slowly Kyle leaned in and pressed his lips to Isabel's. At first Isabel didn't respond, she was so confused. But soon her emotions gave way and she returned the kiss. After a few moments the two pulled away from each other.
"I have to go," Isabel said quickly running away from Kyle.
"Isabel," Kyle called after her.
But Isabel ignored Kyle and ran as fast as she could.
TBC...