by Tracy (biancaheart@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG13
Category: I/? (to be disclosed later )
Spoilers: Up to "The Wedding" aka "To Have and to Hold"
Summary: Isabel can't run from her destiny. Neither can Khivar run from his.
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell. I'd buy it though, if they would actually
sell it to me and if I had a lot of money...
"Vilandra" he said in a breathless voice, entering the room. She stood clothed in black, looking like both a vixen and an angel at the same time.
She turned swiftly at the sound of his voice. "Khivar."
"You're married. Do you think something as insignificant as a marriage certificate could keep us apart?"
"I don't love you."
"We are soulmates."
"That was a different life. A different girl. Not me."
"You don't remember, do you?"
She shook her head. "I can't forget."
"The heart doesn't forget. I could teach mine to not even think of you, but when I see you again, everything wakes up inside of me."
"Leave me alone."
"You can't leave me alone."
He awoke with a start, his breath uneven and raggedy, his heart race
pounding.
***
Kyle could barely stay awake in class.
Liz nuged him. "Wake up!"
"Huh? What?"
"Class. Kyle must wake up. Sleeping bad. Cause Kyle to fail and repeat Senior year."
"Oh. Yeah."
"We have to write up an article about a film with a journalist in it. You wanna come over after work tonight and do it?"
He shrugged. "Why not?"
"What's with you today?" She said as he yawned.
"I don't know. I really don't know."
***
"When will you accept your destiny?
"Destiny? I don't have a destiny."
"Everyone has a destiny. You just have to follow it."
"And you are supposed to be my destiny?"
"I was before."
"That was then, this is now."
"Then is now. Now is then. Time knows no difference."
Isabel awoke suddenly, pulling herself from the comfort of Jesse's warm arms. The dreams. The dreams. They wouldn't stop coming, no matter how much she tried to run, no matter how hard she tried to escape. And the wedding. Khivar showed up there, and he danced with her. He was there, and then suddenly he was gone. And then Kyle was there, Kyle who had somehow managed to become her best friend over the last few months.
Who was Khivar? An enemy of Max, of them? Her former lover, the cause for their downfall? A man that caused her blood to boil and awakened parts of her mind that never existed to her hormones before.
Isabel had tried so hard to fight her alien side, to run away from it, and it didn't work. It never worked. There was no escape, no simple answer, no way to find release from the truth. She was an alien. And maybe sacrificing Grant, sacrificing Alex, maybe it wasn't enough. Who would be next? Jesse? Kyle? Max? Michael? Would her world implode until only Khivar remained?
Could you escape destiny?
She stumbled into the bathroom, the tile cold underneath her feet.
She put down the toilet seat, sat down, and cried.
***
Liz wrinkled her nose as Kyle poured Tabasco on the popcorn.
"That's disgusting!"
"Have you ever tasted it?"
"NO! It's such alien-y food."
He shrugged. "I like it."
"Why?"
"I don't know." he chuckled. "I like Tabasco in a bunch of things, unfortunately. Maybe it's acquired from living in the same house as Tess, or maybe I'm just insane."
"Do you think that you were changed?"
"Changed?"
"By Max. When he saved you."
"I used to think that. Last winter, I convinced myself that I was being
transformed into an alien. I thought that I could make the television change
stations, but that was just a dumb blonde with a remote."
"Oh."
"Try it!" He urged her, holding up a piece dripping with sauce to her mouth."
"No!" she squealed as Kyle popped the kernel in her mouth.
At first Liz gagged, but then her expression changed. "That's not half bad."
"Told you so."
***
Isabel pulled out the guestbook. It was quite unususal to bring the wedding guestbook on your honeymoon, but she picked it up on her way out of the church, and couldn't resist . She turned the pages of the white leather covered book.
Izzy- No matter where you go or what happens, I'll always love you. If I could have a sister, I'd pick you. Love, Michael.
Remember, throw the boquet to me. I need the karma. Congradulations and best wishes. Maria.
Congradulations on your wedding day, Baby Girl. You'll always be my little girl, Mrs. Ramirez.- DAD.
She smiled. The fact that her parents had actually made it to wedding amazed her. It had seemed like none of her family was behind her---but they had all stood tall and been there with her.
Best wishes on your life together. Treat Isabel like the princess that she is. Love, Kyle.
Every girl needed a guy to be just a friend, someone to hang out with without troubling romantic feelings or entanglements. Maria had Max, Michael and Liz were polar opposites that bonded over faithfulness to Max, and Kyle was like her- an outsider in this world.
"You okay, honey?" Jesse's voice sounded.
"Yeah, I'm okay." She called.
If only Jesse could be a part of her world.
***
"So what are we looking for?" Max and Kyle were sitting at a table at the library.
"Articles about Jesse. I'm going to copy them and make a scrapbook to give to Isabel. As a way of apologizing for my whole 'Jesse's an alien' thing."
"Ah. Good plan."
"He would have graduated in 1994."
"From West Roswell?"
"Yup. And if he was such a good student to get into Harvard, he'd have to be in the newspaper for scholarships, or something."
Kyle grabbed a yearbook while Max plowed through a volume that contained a years worth of newspapers.
"Max?" Kyle said in a worried voice. "Jesse isn't here."
"What, no picture?"
"No record of him at all."
***
"This is crazy!" Liz said, looking at the two concerned guys in her room. "People that don't exist don't get married."
"And aliens don't kill their friends!" Kyle said, his hands on his hips. "Why are you picking now to become the skeptical Scully type?"
"I …I, I liked Jesse. I think he's good for Isabel. Maybe the most logical explanation is the truth, for crying out loud!"
"Think about it, Liz. We've all lived in Roswell for our whole lives. This Jesse person, we've never heard of him before. He's supposed to be this big Roswell hero, actually getting out and away to Harvard, but do you recall hearing about it? No. Because it didn't happen."
"You tested his blood cells. He's human."
"Oh, so Humans are just spontaneously created." Max sighed. "That's a laugh."
"Max, this is some sort of crazy goose chase!"
His face darkened. "I didn't say the same when you thought Alex was killed by an alien."
Liz frowned. "You did, Max."
"Whatever!" Max stormed out of Liz's bedroom and left, via the balcony.
***
They danced.
She was made for his arms, and he was made to be in hers. It was sheer movement, born of a perfect match.
She looked into his eyes. They were blue, like an ocean.
She drowned in the ocean of his eyes.
She had before, and she would again.
***
Kyle walked through the campus, generally pissed off.
Life sucked. It sucked big.
He'd been a big jock, popular with everyone, universally loved.
Not anymore. He worked all the time to pay the bills. A high school senior should not have to be the sole source of steady income. He shouldn't have to give up playing sports to tinker around with a bunch of stupid vehicles. Before he got this job, he'd never had to work. Dad's salary was good enough to support two people. But take that salary away and you get an overworked teenager.
He didn't have a girlfriend; he hadn't had a date in forever. All the girls in his life were involved. He was in the dreaded area of friend-land, and he'd never escaped.
And everyone had cell phones.
He hated cell phones.
This past winter, or early spring, he'd had a dream. He was talking with Buddha, and Buddha pulled out a cell phone and told Kyle to accept his destiny.
Only aliens had destinies. Humans were different.
In the dream, he'd turned into an alien.
He was still human.
Months later, the dream upset him. As did cell phones. Not to mention the stupidity of people talking on them. That was a whole other issue. Completely.
***
"What are we looking for, Maxwell?" Michael sighed. "I hate breaking into school. I usually spend most of my time trying to get OUT of here."
"Student records. If Jesse went here, his permanent file would still be here."
"Speaking of permanent files, can we take mine while we're at it?"
"Mission, Michael, mission."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Max opened up the filing cabinet with his powers.
"Spacely, Spiers, Rabe, Rodriquez." Max muttered. No Ramirez. Jesse isn't here! How could someone just appear out of thin air? And he's married to my sister! My sister! Who knows what sort of danger she's in!"
"And off goes the Scooby gang." Michael muttered as the followed an enraged Max.
***
"Is Khivar awakening?" Tess said, looking down into the large crystal globe that portrayed events happening on Earth. "It's crucial that the events happen in exact order."
"Relax, My Queen." Nikolas handed her a mug of steaming beverage. "Things will happen as they ware meant to. It is destiny."
"Khivar and Max must meet, and combine their power. If they don't, the ultimate evil will overtake us all. We had to make the clones think that they were enemies, to keep them away from the Warlord's suspicion."
"They will save us."
"I hated this mission. So much hurt, so much pain."
"But necessary. Saving the world is certainly worth a few tears."
"They were my friends. On my time on Earth, I spent more and more time embracing the human side…I forgot how to be alien at times…and Khivar has never known he was an alien."
"It was carefully hidden."
"It had to be. Even I had a difficult time figuring out who he was…"
***
He rolled out of bed, ready and waiting for another exciting morning full of work, exhaustion, homework and alien trials.
He did his push ups and headed towards the kitchen to get something to drink.
His Dad was at the counter, staring out the kitchen window. His father turned as he entered the room.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" He yelled.
"It's me!" He tried to say, but the voice that came out was not his own.
Panicked, he ran to the bathroom.
The face that stared back at him from the mirror was not his own.