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Chapter Three: Dreams
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About an hour later, Isabel and Alex walked into her family's home. Alex shut the door behind him, and walked towards the back door. He made sure it was locked, then took the bag he was carrying into the living room.
"Your parents didn't object when you stopped to pick up your bag?" asked Isabel.
"I'm 25, remember," said Alex. "I don't need their permission. But, I did tell them I was having a kind of all night party with the whole gang."
"I see," said Isabel.
She watched as Alex opened the bag, and pull out a small carrying case. He unzipped it, and pulled out a semi-automatic pistol. Alex expertly popped a loaded magazine of ammunition into the pistol, and pulled back the bolt.
Alex looked at Isabel. "Just in case," said Alex, as he put the safety on the gun and laid it on a table.
"I wish you could tell me more about this...menace that may be lurking out there," said Isabel. "You think they might be here...after us? The four of us?"
"I don't know, Isabel," said Alex. "I don't think so, but...I'm not taking chances."
Isabel nodded, then walked into the kitchen. She walked over to the counter, and put her hands down on it, leaning onto it for support. Alex slowly walked up behind her, and put his arm on her shoulder.
"Are you alright?" asked Alex.
She turned around, and stared into his face. Without a word, Alex pulled her into his embrace, and just held her. "I'm scared Alex," she said. "I thought...its been...so long, since anything like this has come up. I was beginning to think my life was...normal, from now on. Even though what I am...is always in the back of my mind. Now, there's this thing out there that may be here after us. This time, its not the Skins, but something...unknown, we've never encountered before. But somehow...you have, and you seemed worried about it."
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Isabel," said Alex. "I just got you back in my life again. I'm not going to loose you now."
Isabel looked up at him and smiled. "You know, its funny, but I feel...safe, with you. I'm glad you're here with me."
Slowly, they moved their lips closer to each other, until they finally met in a slow, gentle kiss. After a few moments, Alex broke off the kiss. "Its late," he said. "You should get some sleep."
Isabel was silent for a few moments, before backing away from him. "You're right," she said. "I should...we should, get some rest."
"I'll be right here, if you need me," said Alex.
"Good night, Alex," said Isabel.
"Good night."
Isabel went into her room and closed the door. She leaned against the closed door for a while, thinking about all that had happened, and how Alex might know what is going on.
"What is it that he knows?" thought Isabel. "If there is really a threat to us, I need...we need to know. But Alex can't break his word to whoever he has made a promise to."
She felt a sense of urgency come over her. She needed to know what Alex knows, but respects the fact he can't break his word. Then, a thought occurred to her. She could find out what she needed to know...and Alex wouldn't be breaking his word.
"No," said Isabel to herself quietly. "How can I think it? Not Alex, not again."
But she had to know, and she knew he would never know. Isabel came to a decision. She would dreamwalk into Alex's mind, and find out what he knows that way.
A little while later, she peaked out of her door. She saw Alex sleeping on the couch, and knew it was time. Isabel shut the door, and lay down on her bed. She concentrated, allowed herself to go into the meditative state that allowed her to dreamwalk. Slowly, she reached out an touched Alex's mind.
She found herself standing in a desert somewhere, and it didn't look like any desert around Roswell. Then, she began to hear noises. Gunfire. At least, some of the noises sounded like gunfire. Isabel turned to see where the noises were coming from, and saw four men in green slacks and shirts, armed with machine guns, firing at another group of men. The group of men they were firing at were dressed in grayish body armor, and carried staffs that were firing bursts of energy back at the men with machine guns.
"Whitman!" yelled one of the men in the green outfits. "Open the gate!"
"Yes, sir!" yelled back one of the men, whom Isabel now recognized as Alex. She watched as he fired a burst of machine gun fire and ran towards some kind of mechanism, positioned in front of a giant ring standing up on the ground.
Just then, all of a sudden, the situation in the dream changed. Gone were the desert, the shooting, the men in green and the men in the gray body armor. So too was the stone ring. Instead, Isabel now saw a grass...a yard, in front of a beautiful little house. She heard laughter, and saw a young woman playing with a little girl in the yard. The woman was blowing bubbles using a bottle of bubbles, while the little girl chased them.
Isabel recognized the woman. It was herself, a few years older perhaps, but it was definitely her. And the little girl...she could feel it. It was her child, or at least what someone thought would be a child of hers. Then, a car drove up, and the other Isabel smiled, and spoke to the little girl.
"Daddy's home," she said.
Then the little girl yelled. "Daddy!", and went running towards a man getting out of the car. He was wearing an Air Force uniform and was carrying a brief case, but put the latter down to pick up the little girl who ran into his arms. Isabel recognized the man, too. It was Alex.
"How's my pretty girl?" asked Alex of the little girl.
The other Isabel walked over to Alex and the child, and he made room to pull her into his embrace and kiss her. "Welcome home," said the other Isabel.
The real Isabel smiled at the scene, thinking that this must be a fantasy of Alex's she was seeing. She felt warmth, love emanating from everywhere in the scene before her. It all felt so...wonderful, to her.
Then, Isabel woke up, and sat bolt upright in bed. It took her a few moments to register that she was back in reality, and that the dreamwalk was over with. She was still smiling, and reached up to touch her lips, as if she could still feel Alex's lips on hers. It was almost as if she had experienced it all herself, and not witnessed it in a dream of Alex's.
Without really thinking, Isabel got up and went to her door. She opened it up, and found Alex standing outside of her door in boxer shorts, wearing nothing else but his military ID tags around his neck.
"Isabel, are you alright?" asked Alex. "I had this feeling..."
Isabel grabbed him and began to kiss him. At first, Alex was startled by the action, and thought about stopping her. But...it felt so right to him, to be kissing her, holding her. So he went with the flow, and kissed her back.
The two of them made their way to Isabel's bed.
**
At a top secret military base in Nevada known as Area 51 at about 4:30 AM, a military transport airplane came in for a landing on the base's airstrip. A few minutes after the planes engines shut down, the hatch was opened, and four people stepped out of the airplane.
In the lead was Colonel Jack O'Neill, a highly trained military officer with special forces background and twenty years of combat experience, several of those years spent with the Stargate Command. He was a tall, good looking man, with graying hair, and a personality that could be kind of quirky at times. But when the danger got hot, there was no man better to have by your side than Colonel O'Neill.
Behind him was Dr. Daniel Jackson, and Archaeologist and linguist, who had the shorter haircut and something of the build of a soldier from his years with the SGC, but his demeanor was still that of an academic. Jackson was the type of man who mixed raw intellect and ability with an inventive mind and personal bravery.
The woman in the group was Major Samantha Carter, military officer and scientist. She is continued to be a leading physicist who specializes in wormhole theory and spatial physics, and is often the one called upon to figure out the technical ins and outs of whatever situation the team runs into. Much to O'Neill's chagrin, she can sometimes go off on long, scientific explanations filled with technical jargon above anyone but a PhD's head. But besides being a brain, she was also a soldier by training, and could take anything that was pitched at her.
The tallest of the group was Teal'c, a former Jaffa warrior who served the Goa'uld System Lord, Apophis. But he turned against the false gods that the Goa'uld claimed to be, and now fights on the side of those would destroy the power of the System Lords.
Together, they made up the best of the Stargate Command's teams, SG-1.
"Okay, people," said O'Neill. "They said they'd have a car waiting for us. We should be in Roswell, New Mexico, by eleven hundred hours tomorrow morning."
"I still don't get what the Goa'uld might be doing in New Mexico," said Carter.
"Or how they have come to be here without us knowing of it," said Teal'c.
"Maybe they're looking for little green men," said O'Neill.
"Daniel, any civilizations in this part of the world in ancient times that might have served the Goa'uld?" asked Carter.
"Well, there are the Anazazis," said Daniel. "We don't know much about them, only from legends and cave drawings that have been found. Some have suggested that perhaps their drawings indicate aliens. But, that is very iffy at best."
"Well, if it is the Goa'uld," said O'Neill. "It's a good thing Whitman stumbled across evidence of their being in Roswell. No telling what kind of damage they could do if they were here on Earth undetected."
"But, sir, that still begs the question, why a small town in the middle of New Mexico?" asked Carter.
"Where would you expect the Goa'uld to go, Carter?" asked O'Neill. "Disneyland?"
"Sir," said Carter, "what could possibly be in that town of value?"
"Don't know," said O'Neill. "Guess we'll have to find out. I just hope Whitman can be useful. You know, he knows the ins and outs of the terrain, the people of the town."
***
Isabel woke up slowly, not wanting to move because she felt so comfortable. Her head was resting on Alex's bare chest, his arms wrapped around, holding her to him in bed. She looked up, and saw Alex watching her. They both smiled.
"Good morning," said Alex.
"Mmm, good morning," said Isabel, moving up to kiss Alex's lips. "What time is it?"
"O six hundred," said Alex.
Isabel gave him a confused look.
"Oh, sorry, 6AM," said Alex.
Isabel giggled. "Gee, leave me a few years, and you turn into G.I. Joe."
"And now my ultimate fantasy has come true upon returning," said Alex.
"Being in bed with me," said Isabel.
"Having G.I. Joe in bed with Barbie," said Alex in a deadpanned joke.
Isabel laughed, and slapped him playfully on the chest. "Are you calling me an empty headed blonde?"
"Blond, yes, empty headed...never," he replied. "I'm just...still trying to figure out what happened last night."
"Which part?" asked Isabel. "Please tell me you know what sex is."
"Not that," said Alex. "I mean...something drew me to your door last night. And then, you open it up, like you knew I would be there."
"Um, Alex, there is something I need to tell you," said Isabel. "Last night, I...needed to know what you know about this...situation we find ourselves in with that dead man. But, I didn't want you to break your promise. So I...dreamwalked you, last night."
"You did what?!" asked Alex in anger. "How could you do that?! What gives you the right to go poking around in my head?!"
Alex got up out of bed and quickly dressed. "Alex, please, I'm sorry," she said.
"You know what, you haven't changed a bit," said Alex. "You are still using me for your own purposes. You should have trusted me."
Alex stormed out of the room, as Isabel put on a robe and ran after him. "Alex! Please, you have to understand..."
Without stopping to say another word, Alex grabbed his things and stormed out of the house. Isabel was left standing in the doorway, watching with a heartbroken expression as he walked away from her to his car, got in, and drove away.
End of Chapter Three. Chapter Four coming soon.
Well, we've had a chapter with some gushy stuff. Next chapter, we get some action! Good thing I love both, because there is a lot of both in this story. Hope you are all still liking the story, too. Please do keep the reviews and feedback coming. I enjoy hearing from my readers.
Chapter Three: Dreams
*
About an hour later, Isabel and Alex walked into her family's home. Alex shut the door behind him, and walked towards the back door. He made sure it was locked, then took the bag he was carrying into the living room.
"Your parents didn't object when you stopped to pick up your bag?" asked Isabel.
"I'm 25, remember," said Alex. "I don't need their permission. But, I did tell them I was having a kind of all night party with the whole gang."
"I see," said Isabel.
She watched as Alex opened the bag, and pull out a small carrying case. He unzipped it, and pulled out a semi-automatic pistol. Alex expertly popped a loaded magazine of ammunition into the pistol, and pulled back the bolt.
Alex looked at Isabel. "Just in case," said Alex, as he put the safety on the gun and laid it on a table.
"I wish you could tell me more about this...menace that may be lurking out there," said Isabel. "You think they might be here...after us? The four of us?"
"I don't know, Isabel," said Alex. "I don't think so, but...I'm not taking chances."
Isabel nodded, then walked into the kitchen. She walked over to the counter, and put her hands down on it, leaning onto it for support. Alex slowly walked up behind her, and put his arm on her shoulder.
"Are you alright?" asked Alex.
She turned around, and stared into his face. Without a word, Alex pulled her into his embrace, and just held her. "I'm scared Alex," she said. "I thought...its been...so long, since anything like this has come up. I was beginning to think my life was...normal, from now on. Even though what I am...is always in the back of my mind. Now, there's this thing out there that may be here after us. This time, its not the Skins, but something...unknown, we've never encountered before. But somehow...you have, and you seemed worried about it."
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Isabel," said Alex. "I just got you back in my life again. I'm not going to loose you now."
Isabel looked up at him and smiled. "You know, its funny, but I feel...safe, with you. I'm glad you're here with me."
Slowly, they moved their lips closer to each other, until they finally met in a slow, gentle kiss. After a few moments, Alex broke off the kiss. "Its late," he said. "You should get some sleep."
Isabel was silent for a few moments, before backing away from him. "You're right," she said. "I should...we should, get some rest."
"I'll be right here, if you need me," said Alex.
"Good night, Alex," said Isabel.
"Good night."
Isabel went into her room and closed the door. She leaned against the closed door for a while, thinking about all that had happened, and how Alex might know what is going on.
"What is it that he knows?" thought Isabel. "If there is really a threat to us, I need...we need to know. But Alex can't break his word to whoever he has made a promise to."
She felt a sense of urgency come over her. She needed to know what Alex knows, but respects the fact he can't break his word. Then, a thought occurred to her. She could find out what she needed to know...and Alex wouldn't be breaking his word.
"No," said Isabel to herself quietly. "How can I think it? Not Alex, not again."
But she had to know, and she knew he would never know. Isabel came to a decision. She would dreamwalk into Alex's mind, and find out what he knows that way.
A little while later, she peaked out of her door. She saw Alex sleeping on the couch, and knew it was time. Isabel shut the door, and lay down on her bed. She concentrated, allowed herself to go into the meditative state that allowed her to dreamwalk. Slowly, she reached out an touched Alex's mind.
She found herself standing in a desert somewhere, and it didn't look like any desert around Roswell. Then, she began to hear noises. Gunfire. At least, some of the noises sounded like gunfire. Isabel turned to see where the noises were coming from, and saw four men in green slacks and shirts, armed with machine guns, firing at another group of men. The group of men they were firing at were dressed in grayish body armor, and carried staffs that were firing bursts of energy back at the men with machine guns.
"Whitman!" yelled one of the men in the green outfits. "Open the gate!"
"Yes, sir!" yelled back one of the men, whom Isabel now recognized as Alex. She watched as he fired a burst of machine gun fire and ran towards some kind of mechanism, positioned in front of a giant ring standing up on the ground.
Just then, all of a sudden, the situation in the dream changed. Gone were the desert, the shooting, the men in green and the men in the gray body armor. So too was the stone ring. Instead, Isabel now saw a grass...a yard, in front of a beautiful little house. She heard laughter, and saw a young woman playing with a little girl in the yard. The woman was blowing bubbles using a bottle of bubbles, while the little girl chased them.
Isabel recognized the woman. It was herself, a few years older perhaps, but it was definitely her. And the little girl...she could feel it. It was her child, or at least what someone thought would be a child of hers. Then, a car drove up, and the other Isabel smiled, and spoke to the little girl.
"Daddy's home," she said.
Then the little girl yelled. "Daddy!", and went running towards a man getting out of the car. He was wearing an Air Force uniform and was carrying a brief case, but put the latter down to pick up the little girl who ran into his arms. Isabel recognized the man, too. It was Alex.
"How's my pretty girl?" asked Alex of the little girl.
The other Isabel walked over to Alex and the child, and he made room to pull her into his embrace and kiss her. "Welcome home," said the other Isabel.
The real Isabel smiled at the scene, thinking that this must be a fantasy of Alex's she was seeing. She felt warmth, love emanating from everywhere in the scene before her. It all felt so...wonderful, to her.
Then, Isabel woke up, and sat bolt upright in bed. It took her a few moments to register that she was back in reality, and that the dreamwalk was over with. She was still smiling, and reached up to touch her lips, as if she could still feel Alex's lips on hers. It was almost as if she had experienced it all herself, and not witnessed it in a dream of Alex's.
Without really thinking, Isabel got up and went to her door. She opened it up, and found Alex standing outside of her door in boxer shorts, wearing nothing else but his military ID tags around his neck.
"Isabel, are you alright?" asked Alex. "I had this feeling..."
Isabel grabbed him and began to kiss him. At first, Alex was startled by the action, and thought about stopping her. But...it felt so right to him, to be kissing her, holding her. So he went with the flow, and kissed her back.
The two of them made their way to Isabel's bed.
**
At a top secret military base in Nevada known as Area 51 at about 4:30 AM, a military transport airplane came in for a landing on the base's airstrip. A few minutes after the planes engines shut down, the hatch was opened, and four people stepped out of the airplane.
In the lead was Colonel Jack O'Neill, a highly trained military officer with special forces background and twenty years of combat experience, several of those years spent with the Stargate Command. He was a tall, good looking man, with graying hair, and a personality that could be kind of quirky at times. But when the danger got hot, there was no man better to have by your side than Colonel O'Neill.
Behind him was Dr. Daniel Jackson, and Archaeologist and linguist, who had the shorter haircut and something of the build of a soldier from his years with the SGC, but his demeanor was still that of an academic. Jackson was the type of man who mixed raw intellect and ability with an inventive mind and personal bravery.
The woman in the group was Major Samantha Carter, military officer and scientist. She is continued to be a leading physicist who specializes in wormhole theory and spatial physics, and is often the one called upon to figure out the technical ins and outs of whatever situation the team runs into. Much to O'Neill's chagrin, she can sometimes go off on long, scientific explanations filled with technical jargon above anyone but a PhD's head. But besides being a brain, she was also a soldier by training, and could take anything that was pitched at her.
The tallest of the group was Teal'c, a former Jaffa warrior who served the Goa'uld System Lord, Apophis. But he turned against the false gods that the Goa'uld claimed to be, and now fights on the side of those would destroy the power of the System Lords.
Together, they made up the best of the Stargate Command's teams, SG-1.
"Okay, people," said O'Neill. "They said they'd have a car waiting for us. We should be in Roswell, New Mexico, by eleven hundred hours tomorrow morning."
"I still don't get what the Goa'uld might be doing in New Mexico," said Carter.
"Or how they have come to be here without us knowing of it," said Teal'c.
"Maybe they're looking for little green men," said O'Neill.
"Daniel, any civilizations in this part of the world in ancient times that might have served the Goa'uld?" asked Carter.
"Well, there are the Anazazis," said Daniel. "We don't know much about them, only from legends and cave drawings that have been found. Some have suggested that perhaps their drawings indicate aliens. But, that is very iffy at best."
"Well, if it is the Goa'uld," said O'Neill. "It's a good thing Whitman stumbled across evidence of their being in Roswell. No telling what kind of damage they could do if they were here on Earth undetected."
"But, sir, that still begs the question, why a small town in the middle of New Mexico?" asked Carter.
"Where would you expect the Goa'uld to go, Carter?" asked O'Neill. "Disneyland?"
"Sir," said Carter, "what could possibly be in that town of value?"
"Don't know," said O'Neill. "Guess we'll have to find out. I just hope Whitman can be useful. You know, he knows the ins and outs of the terrain, the people of the town."
***
Isabel woke up slowly, not wanting to move because she felt so comfortable. Her head was resting on Alex's bare chest, his arms wrapped around, holding her to him in bed. She looked up, and saw Alex watching her. They both smiled.
"Good morning," said Alex.
"Mmm, good morning," said Isabel, moving up to kiss Alex's lips. "What time is it?"
"O six hundred," said Alex.
Isabel gave him a confused look.
"Oh, sorry, 6AM," said Alex.
Isabel giggled. "Gee, leave me a few years, and you turn into G.I. Joe."
"And now my ultimate fantasy has come true upon returning," said Alex.
"Being in bed with me," said Isabel.
"Having G.I. Joe in bed with Barbie," said Alex in a deadpanned joke.
Isabel laughed, and slapped him playfully on the chest. "Are you calling me an empty headed blonde?"
"Blond, yes, empty headed...never," he replied. "I'm just...still trying to figure out what happened last night."
"Which part?" asked Isabel. "Please tell me you know what sex is."
"Not that," said Alex. "I mean...something drew me to your door last night. And then, you open it up, like you knew I would be there."
"Um, Alex, there is something I need to tell you," said Isabel. "Last night, I...needed to know what you know about this...situation we find ourselves in with that dead man. But, I didn't want you to break your promise. So I...dreamwalked you, last night."
"You did what?!" asked Alex in anger. "How could you do that?! What gives you the right to go poking around in my head?!"
Alex got up out of bed and quickly dressed. "Alex, please, I'm sorry," she said.
"You know what, you haven't changed a bit," said Alex. "You are still using me for your own purposes. You should have trusted me."
Alex stormed out of the room, as Isabel put on a robe and ran after him. "Alex! Please, you have to understand..."
Without stopping to say another word, Alex grabbed his things and stormed out of the house. Isabel was left standing in the doorway, watching with a heartbroken expression as he walked away from her to his car, got in, and drove away.
End of Chapter Three. Chapter Four coming soon.
Well, we've had a chapter with some gushy stuff. Next chapter, we get some action! Good thing I love both, because there is a lot of both in this story. Hope you are all still liking the story, too. Please do keep the reviews and feedback coming. I enjoy hearing from my readers.
