Disclaimer: You know the drill…the characters aren't mine. A lot of stuff in the beginning is taken from End of the World. God knows THAT'S not mine. Anything that makes sense and makes it all better, now that's mine. Seriously, Roswell and all characters belong to Jason Katims, 20th Century Fox etc. I'm just borrowing them.

Rating: PG-13 – possibly to R

Chapter Twenty-Nine Revelations

"What?" asked Isabelle, her face pale. "How could that happen?"
"Uh, the usual way, Isabelle. You're physiology is the same as ours, you know."
"Alex, that is not what I meant, and you know it," said Isabelle. "I just didn't realize that Max and Liz had become," she paused, searching her mind for the right word, "intimate," she finished, triumphantly.
"Well, apparently they have," snapped Alex.
"I wonder if Michael and Maria," began Isabelle. "Oh my God," she interrupted herself. "You don't think that Kyle and Tess," she stopped, and shuddered, disgusted at the thought.
"Look Isabelle, first, Kyle isn't with Tess, he's with Ava, and second, I don't know what you think we talk about when we're together, but it's not our level of sexual activity," said Alex. "Or our lack thereof," he added in an undertone.

Isabelle ignored Alex's last comment, and pulled her long blond hair off of her neck. Releasing it, she let it fall in a golden cascade down her back.
"Are you positive?" she asked
"Yes Isabelle, I am positive we don't talk about our sex lives!" Alex practically shouted.
"I meant about Liz being pregnant," snapped Isabelle. "God Alex, what's you're problem today?"
"I'm sorry Isabelle. This whole thing has me totally freaked out, that's all. I'm not totally positive that Liz is pregnant, but she sure has the mood swings, amplified to epic proportions."
"Couldn't she just have a raging case of alien PMS?" Isabelle asked hopefully.
"Yeah, it could, except for this." He passed the tow translations over to Isabelle, and indicated where she should read.

"When the conception of a child occurs, the parents develop a temporary method of communication," Isabelle read out loud. "They will have the ability to communicate, non-verbally, with the child, as well as each other. This will ensure that the needs of the developing child will be met, and that in times of danger, the parents will be able to communicate with each other, to ensure the safety of the child. This will allow the needs of the child to be met until they are of an age that they can convey their needs in a more traditional manner. At this time, the ability to communicate non-verbally will diminish, until it is needed again." Isabelle let the pages drop into her lap. "Oh God, what are we going to do?"

"The first thing we're going to do, is NOT panic," said Alex. "Then we're going to set something up on the computer that will combine the two books into one, and we are going to print out eight copies. We all have to study it, like we've never studied anything before in our lives. This isn't some stupid high school test, we're talking about; this is our lives."

Isabelle looked at Alex in shock and amazement. This take-charge attitude was new for him, and she liked it. She liked it a lot. She watched while Alex type feverishly at the computer, and was surprised to notice that he had begun to fill out through the chest and shoulders. She noticed how the overhead light played across his dark hair highlighting some red gold strands leftover from the summer sun.
"Alex," she said softly. "Have you ever thought about becoming, well, close?"
"Isabelle, I can honestly say that I have thought about it almost constantly since the sixth grade when I learned what it was all about."
"But you've never done anything about it," whispered Isabelle as she settled herself on his lap.
"I didn't think you wanted me to," he said, his voice thick with desire.
"Maybe what I wanted was for you to just take control of the situation," she said, unbuttoning his shirt.
"And maybe," he said, lowering his mouth to hers, "I think it's something we should decide together."


Several hours later, the printer finally spit out it's last piece of paper.
"It's done," said Isabelle, unnecessarily.
"It may be done, but I don't know if I am," said Alex as he adjusted the sheet to cover them both. "Isabelle, that was, I, we, wow!"
"You know what, Alex I don't think I could have said it any better myself," laughed Isabelle. They both lay silently for several minutes. Alex idly twirled a strand of Isabelle's hair in his fingers, while she traced a lazy path on his chest with her index finger.
"Alex, I love you."
"I love you, Isabelle," they said simultaneously. The two laughed nervously at their declarations, and relaxed against the pillows on Alex's bed.

"As much as I hate to say it, we should get going," sighed Isabelle.
"I want to say something," said Alex. "And it's not because we," he paused, searching for the right words.
"Had the most mind blowing sex known to either human or alien?" offered Isabelle.
"Well, I was going to go with shard the most incredible gift two people could possibly share, but yeah, what you said works too," joked Alex. "I know this is going to sound kind of strange, considering we've never officially gone on a real date, but here goes." Alex reached over and took Isabelle's hand in his. "Isabelle Amada Evans, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Isabelle gasped softly, unsure of what to say. She looked at Alex, at the love shining in his eyes, and suddenly, she knew exactly what to say.
"Yes, Alex. I would be honored to be your wife." Alex kissed Isabelle, and slid out of bed and threw on his jeans. He crossed the room to his bureau, and rummaged through a draw. After a minute, he returned to the bed, a smile on his face, and his hand hidden behind his back.
"Before she died," he said. "My grandma gave me something of hers, and she told me to use it when the time was right." He pulled his hand out from behind his back, and in it was nestled a small black velvet box. He opened the box and passed it to Isabelle. She took it with trembling hands and looked at the sapphire ring nestled inside.
"Oh, Alex," she said, her voice trembling. "It's beautiful." Alex took the ring out of the box and slipped it on Isabelle's hand.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go tell the others."