Summary: When Isabel left Roswell years ago to get away from her troubles, she thought she'd never see any of her old friends again. When their paths crossed years later, Isabel is a married woman, but is she as happy as she seems?

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: *Checks tag* Property of Jason Katim and …. *sigh* nope still not mine. Please R&R!

PART 2

Alex looked around and felt confused. He could have sworn he was at home in his apartment.

What is this place? He wondered, looking at the greyish surroundings. Dead trees were scattered over a desert. This looks like Roswell! He thought. I'm in someone's dream! He realised. But who's and how?

He began to walk around, taking in the surroundings. He couldn't believe how gloomy this place was. It was as if for this person happiness had ceased to exist.

He stopped walking suddenly. He had heard someone sobbing.

"Hello?" he called out, walking slowly towards where he heard the sound come from.

The sobbing grew louder and it sounded familiar. Suddenly it struck him who was sobbing.

"Isabel!" he cried out in disbelief.

After a moment's pause, he heard a weak voice call out. "Alex?"

"Isabel!" Alex said rushing towards the barren trees from where the voice came from. Oh god! This is her sub-conscious? What had happened in all these years that made her like this? He wondered horrified.

The dream walks he remembered were so colourful and full of life before. Never so dead and lifeless. He stopped short when he found Isabel cuddled into a ball crying. She looked so lost and trapped, as if the walls were caving in on her.

Is this how she feels? He thought. Alex reached down and grabbed her, shaking her lightly. "Isabel! Izzy!" He cried out, trying to stop her sobbing, but she just kept on crying.

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Alex sat up in bed abruptly, gasping for breath. His forehead was beaded with sweat. His papers were scattered all over his floor but he couldn't care less. Those images of Isabel! He couldn't get them out of him mind. He had never felt their contact so strongly in all these years as right now. He knew she was in trouble and she had called out to him.

He hurried out of bed and put on some clothes. He grabbed whatever he could find, jeans, and an old sweatshirt. He had no idea what to do but he felt he had to go look for her. He grabbed his jacket on his way out and hurried downstairs onto the cold New York streets. He wasn't even sure whether she was in this city or not, but he hoped the park he saw in a flash was Central Park. It looked familiar enough.

What happened? His mind screamed. Why did Isabel feel so scared?

He hurried his steps as he almost ran to the park. He looked frantically at every place he could think of. He was about to give up when he saw a head of gold. His heart stopped as he saw Isabel lying cold and wet on the park bench.

"Shit!" he swore as he hurried over to her.

He propped her up gently. She felt so cold and clammy, as if she had no life left in her. He patted her cheek gently, worried beyond belief.

"Isabel! Wake up! Izzy, please wake up!" he pleaded.

Slowly her eyes fluttered open. The dazed look in her eyes made him take in his breath sharply. She seemed so lost.

"Alex?" she asked weakly. "What are you doing here?"

Alex smoothed her matted, dull blond hair away from her face as he helped her up. He put his jacket around her shoulders to keep her warm. She let herself fall against him.

"Shh, come on Izzy. Let's take you home."

She nodded drunkenly. "Home…yeah…"

Alex stared sadly at her, knowing that she had no idea what was happening. She seemed so broken. He thanked God that he had found her in time. He managed to walk her home and up to his apartment. He led her to the couch and lowered her down gently.

"Alex?" Maria's voice floated down the hall. "What's going on?"

"Nothing Maria." Alex told her over his shoulder as he covered Isabel with blankets. "Go back to sleep."

A very pregnant Maria waddled into the den. "Why did you-" she broke off, staring wide-eyed at the sight in front of her. "Oh my gosh! Isabel!" She hurried over as quickly as her weight allowed. "What happened? How did you find her?" she asked frantically.

Alex had a crazed look in his eyes. "I felt her Maria! I saw her in my dream and had to look. I found her like this in Central Park!"

"Oh God!" Maria cried. "Izzy!"

Alex soothed her, even though he himself was worried. "Go back to bed 'Ria. You need your rest!" he told her gently.

"No!" Maria argued. "I am staying here. I have to call the others."

Isabel managed to open her eyes slightly when she heard that. Through her fog she realised Maria was here with Alex and pregnant! "Hey Maria!" she greeted weakly. "You're pregnant!" With that she promptly fell back to sleep.

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