Strength of Mind
Category: CC
Spoilers: Everything up to and including 'Departure'
Summary: If a person dies, is that person really gone or does a part of them continue on.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story using characters and events that belong to the creators of Roswell. I own nothing and make nothing from this story. In other words; Don't want them. Don't need them. Couldn't afforded them if I did.
Chapter 3
Inside the Evan's home, the alien trio loitered around the living room, each occupied with their own thoughts. Finally it became too much for Michael and he headed for the door.
"I'm out of here."
"Michael?" Isabel called out, following after him with Max at her side.
"What," Michael demanded, yanking the door open.
"Where are you going?" Max asked.
"Out."
Then Michael left them standing just inside the door as he headed down the sidewalk. Isabel turned to Max, worry etched in her features.
"You better follow him Max," Isabel stated.
"You're probably right." Max sighed, then noticed his sister sway slightly. "Are you going to be alright?"
"Yeah," Isabel smiled wanly. "but I think I'll go take a nap."
"Okay, I'll be back soon," Max said as he left.
Isabel watched as Max caught up with Michael, guiding him to the jeep. As soon as they were on their way, she closed the front door and headed for her room.
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"Michael," Max shouted. "Wait up."
"What," Michael asked, impatiently.
"C'mon, lets go for a ride." Max said.
Michael reluctantly climbed into the jeep. After he was settled in, Max started it up and took off. They rode in silence for a short time until Michael broke the quiet.
"Well?"
Max glanced over at his friend. "Well what?"
Michael just looked pointedly at Max until finally his friend sighed and caved.
"I want you to promise that you'll leave Alex alone."
"What?!" Michael exploded. "There is no way that I'm gonna do that, especially after what he did to Isabel."
"Yes you are Michael," Max pressed on. "As far as Isabel is concerned, until we actually have concrete proof that you're right about him having caused Isabel to faint or whatever happened, we will trust the girl's opinion of him, and that includes Isabel."
Michael snorted.
"What now," Max wearily asked.
"How do you know that Alex isn't influencing her?"
Max pulled over to the side of the street, then turned and stared in shock at Michael. "Okay, where the hell did you get an idea like that from."
"Open your eyes Maxwell," Michael insisted. "Up until a couple of days ago, Isabel couldn't care less about Alex and then suddenly she's acting like-"
"You and Maria?" Max interrupted.
Michael scowled darkly. "No, more like you and Liz. You two are getting too close to the humans and it's clouding your judgment."
"Now wait a minute here, you are just as close to Maria."
"Not really," Michael stated. "and if it came down to it, I could leave her. Can you?"
Michael jumped out of the jeep, not bothering to wait for an answer. Max just watched his friend walk down the street and disappear around the corner. "No I can't, Michael. And despite what you claim, I believe that you wouldn't be able to either."
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Isabel sat up on her bed and stretched, having just woke up from a short nap that completely wiped away the exhaustion that she felt earlier. She was suddenly startled when a sharp sound could be heard coming from direction of the kitchen. With quick movements, Isabel was soon standing inside the doorway that led to the kitchen. There she found her mother shuffling through the refrigerator.
"Mom?"
Diane Evans pulled her head from out of the refrigerator and looked at her daughter. "Oh, hey sweetie." Diane ducked inside once more and pulled away a second later with several small to medium sized plastic tubs in her arms. She carefully laid them out on the counter and started opening them up.
"Honey," Diane began. "could you help me get supper ready for your father and brother?"
"Sure Mom," Isabel replied, reaching for one of the containers. "When did you get home?"
"Ohhh, about fifteen minutes ago I'd say." Diane answered as she pulled out a large bowl. "You looked so peaceful asleep, I didn't want to wake you up."
Isabel smiled softly. It was times like this that her mother made it seem like she was just a normal teenager in a normal family. She was just pulling out a frying pan when her mother hit her with an unexpected question.
"So, who's Alex?"
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Dinner that night was a strange event for Phillip Evans as he sat and watched his family. It was like watching a bizarre three person tennis match where the first player would hit the ball to the second player who would then hit it to the third player who would just send it right back to the first, like an endless loop.
That was what it was like around the table. His wife would send Isabel an amused smirk which made their surprising subdued daughter blush faintly for some reason. That reaction would catch Max's attention, which looked like it confused his son as much as it did him. Then Max completed the circle by throwing a questioning glance at his mother, which Diane answered with an innocent expression before turning back to Isabel and starting the loop all over again.
"So," Phillip spoke up, drawing the attention of all of his family. "Diane, how was your day?"
Diane favored him with a gentle smile. "It was fine dear but," she briefly paused to look at Isabel. "do you know Alex Whitman?"
"Mom!" Isabel hissed, the beginnings of a blush highlighting her cheeks.
"Yes Isabel?" Diane asked pleasantly. "Was there something you wanted to say?"
Isabel stared at her mother. She could see the annoying amusement that radiated in waves from the older woman. Ever since waking up from her nap, Isabel has stoically accepted her mother's teasing since the first time she asked about Alex, because as irritating as it was, Isabel secretly enjoyed the attention she was getting from her mother, even if it was at her own expense. It was times like this where she could almost believe that she were a normal teenager with a normal family.
"Well I know the Whitmans and I'm somewhat familiar with their children." Phillip caught the twinkle in Diane's eyes as she watched her daughter so he turned to Isabel. "What's going on?"
"Yes Isabel," Diane jumped in before Isabel could answer Phillip. "Please tell us, is there anything new in your life? Maybe a certain young man?"
Isabel could not believe that her mother had just asked her that in front of her father. The faint blush from a few minutes ago now covered her entire face as Isabel shifted in her seat under the scrutinizing stares of both her parents until finally, she fled from the table. Max asked to be excused and followed after Isabel.
Phillip glanced at his departing children but addressed his wife. "Okay, now what's going on."
"Well," Diane leaned over the table, smiling mischievously. "I can't say for sure but it's possible that our daughter might like Alex."
Phillip raised an eyebrow at this news but then frowned. "But I don't remember any of the Whitman's children being particularly athletic."
"Now dear," Diane chided her husband. "You know that Isabel isn't that shallow despite the type of boys that our daughter has gone out with."
"Sorry," Phillip was contrite. "I know that Isabel's not like that. So you really think that our little girl likes this Alex Whitman."
"Yes I think so."
Phillip then got up from the table, an eager expression forming on his face.
Diane had not seen this look in a while but was very familiar with it. "Where are you doing?"
"Oh, I'd just realized that I hadn't spoken to the Whitmans in some time so I was going to give them a call."
Diane watched her husband leave the room and head for his den. Shaking her head, she picked up a couple of the dishes off the table and head for the kitchen. As she set the dishes down an bad thought entered her mind causing the sigh heavily.
"Oh I hope Phillip doesn't cause any problems for Isabel and Alex."
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Isabel stormed into her bedroom, slamming her door shut behind her, only her door did not make the satisfactory boom that it should have. Looking back at her door, she found it being held half open by her brother.
"What do you want Max?"
Max moved into the room and firmly closed the door behind him. He then locked the door and turned around to face Isabel.
"Is there something going on between you and Alex?"
Isabel stared at her brother in disbelief. "No. Why would you think that?"
Max shrugged. "Why did Mom ask you about a new guy. Why did she mentin Alex to Dad?"
"That's just Mom teasing me about something I said earlier."
"What was that?" Max asked.
Isabel dropped down onto her bed. "I was taking a nap when she got home and apparently she heard me talk in my sleep."
"What did she hear you say?"
Isabel tried to pin Max with a dark glare but her brother wasn't affected. Finally she sighed in defeat and whispered, "She said that I moaned Alex's name."
Max raised an eyebrow, his lips threatened to curl into a smile "Moaned?"
"Her word. Not mine." Isabel stalked up to Max. "And if you want to leave this room with ALL of your parts still attached, you will promise never to repeat that to anyone."
Max held up his hands in surrender as he slowly backed away. "Are you sure that there's nothing going on?"
"Max," Isabel growled.
"I'm gone," Max said as he unlocked her door and dashed out of her room.
Isabel stared at her open door for a few moments before closing it and going back to sit on her bed, her brother's words echoing endlessly in her mind. She fell beck on her bed, knocking the forgotten yearbook from it's place near her pillow. Isabel pulled it to her and opened it up to the page that held Alex's picture.
As her finger traced the outline of Alex's head, Max's earlier question came back to her.
"Is there something going on between you and Alex?"
Isabel took a deep breath and quietly answered, "I don't know."
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Las Cruses, New Mexico
Alex stepped out from the passenger side of the car. Looking around, there was not much to see at night other than the lighted sign of the motel. On the other side of the car, Mr. Whitman emerged and looked at his son over the roof of the car.
"We'll settle in for the night and tomorrow, why don't we get some breakfast before heading for the campus."
"Sounds like a plan, Dad." Alex answered. "Thanks again for setting this up, even though it was at the last second."
"It's no problem at all. I'm just happy to see you planning ahead for your future now, instead of waiting until you graduate."
Alex just clapped his father on the back as he followed him to the motel.
( Yep, that's what we're doing, planning... To have a future I mean. )
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Category: CC
Spoilers: Everything up to and including 'Departure'
Summary: If a person dies, is that person really gone or does a part of them continue on.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story using characters and events that belong to the creators of Roswell. I own nothing and make nothing from this story. In other words; Don't want them. Don't need them. Couldn't afforded them if I did.
Inside the Evan's home, the alien trio loitered around the living room, each occupied with their own thoughts. Finally it became too much for Michael and he headed for the door.
"I'm out of here."
"Michael?" Isabel called out, following after him with Max at her side.
"What," Michael demanded, yanking the door open.
"Where are you going?" Max asked.
"Out."
Then Michael left them standing just inside the door as he headed down the sidewalk. Isabel turned to Max, worry etched in her features.
"You better follow him Max," Isabel stated.
"You're probably right." Max sighed, then noticed his sister sway slightly. "Are you going to be alright?"
"Yeah," Isabel smiled wanly. "but I think I'll go take a nap."
"Okay, I'll be back soon," Max said as he left.
Isabel watched as Max caught up with Michael, guiding him to the jeep. As soon as they were on their way, she closed the front door and headed for her room.
"Michael," Max shouted. "Wait up."
"What," Michael asked, impatiently.
"C'mon, lets go for a ride." Max said.
Michael reluctantly climbed into the jeep. After he was settled in, Max started it up and took off. They rode in silence for a short time until Michael broke the quiet.
"Well?"
Max glanced over at his friend. "Well what?"
Michael just looked pointedly at Max until finally his friend sighed and caved.
"I want you to promise that you'll leave Alex alone."
"What?!" Michael exploded. "There is no way that I'm gonna do that, especially after what he did to Isabel."
"Yes you are Michael," Max pressed on. "As far as Isabel is concerned, until we actually have concrete proof that you're right about him having caused Isabel to faint or whatever happened, we will trust the girl's opinion of him, and that includes Isabel."
Michael snorted.
"What now," Max wearily asked.
"How do you know that Alex isn't influencing her?"
Max pulled over to the side of the street, then turned and stared in shock at Michael. "Okay, where the hell did you get an idea like that from."
"Open your eyes Maxwell," Michael insisted. "Up until a couple of days ago, Isabel couldn't care less about Alex and then suddenly she's acting like-"
"You and Maria?" Max interrupted.
Michael scowled darkly. "No, more like you and Liz. You two are getting too close to the humans and it's clouding your judgment."
"Now wait a minute here, you are just as close to Maria."
"Not really," Michael stated. "and if it came down to it, I could leave her. Can you?"
Michael jumped out of the jeep, not bothering to wait for an answer. Max just watched his friend walk down the street and disappear around the corner. "No I can't, Michael. And despite what you claim, I believe that you wouldn't be able to either."
Isabel sat up on her bed and stretched, having just woke up from a short nap that completely wiped away the exhaustion that she felt earlier. She was suddenly startled when a sharp sound could be heard coming from direction of the kitchen. With quick movements, Isabel was soon standing inside the doorway that led to the kitchen. There she found her mother shuffling through the refrigerator.
"Mom?"
Diane Evans pulled her head from out of the refrigerator and looked at her daughter. "Oh, hey sweetie." Diane ducked inside once more and pulled away a second later with several small to medium sized plastic tubs in her arms. She carefully laid them out on the counter and started opening them up.
"Honey," Diane began. "could you help me get supper ready for your father and brother?"
"Sure Mom," Isabel replied, reaching for one of the containers. "When did you get home?"
"Ohhh, about fifteen minutes ago I'd say." Diane answered as she pulled out a large bowl. "You looked so peaceful asleep, I didn't want to wake you up."
Isabel smiled softly. It was times like this that her mother made it seem like she was just a normal teenager in a normal family. She was just pulling out a frying pan when her mother hit her with an unexpected question.
"So, who's Alex?"
Dinner that night was a strange event for Phillip Evans as he sat and watched his family. It was like watching a bizarre three person tennis match where the first player would hit the ball to the second player who would then hit it to the third player who would just send it right back to the first, like an endless loop.
That was what it was like around the table. His wife would send Isabel an amused smirk which made their surprising subdued daughter blush faintly for some reason. That reaction would catch Max's attention, which looked like it confused his son as much as it did him. Then Max completed the circle by throwing a questioning glance at his mother, which Diane answered with an innocent expression before turning back to Isabel and starting the loop all over again.
"So," Phillip spoke up, drawing the attention of all of his family. "Diane, how was your day?"
Diane favored him with a gentle smile. "It was fine dear but," she briefly paused to look at Isabel. "do you know Alex Whitman?"
"Mom!" Isabel hissed, the beginnings of a blush highlighting her cheeks.
"Yes Isabel?" Diane asked pleasantly. "Was there something you wanted to say?"
Isabel stared at her mother. She could see the annoying amusement that radiated in waves from the older woman. Ever since waking up from her nap, Isabel has stoically accepted her mother's teasing since the first time she asked about Alex, because as irritating as it was, Isabel secretly enjoyed the attention she was getting from her mother, even if it was at her own expense. It was times like this where she could almost believe that she were a normal teenager with a normal family.
"Well I know the Whitmans and I'm somewhat familiar with their children." Phillip caught the twinkle in Diane's eyes as she watched her daughter so he turned to Isabel. "What's going on?"
"Yes Isabel," Diane jumped in before Isabel could answer Phillip. "Please tell us, is there anything new in your life? Maybe a certain young man?"
Isabel could not believe that her mother had just asked her that in front of her father. The faint blush from a few minutes ago now covered her entire face as Isabel shifted in her seat under the scrutinizing stares of both her parents until finally, she fled from the table. Max asked to be excused and followed after Isabel.
Phillip glanced at his departing children but addressed his wife. "Okay, now what's going on."
"Well," Diane leaned over the table, smiling mischievously. "I can't say for sure but it's possible that our daughter might like Alex."
Phillip raised an eyebrow at this news but then frowned. "But I don't remember any of the Whitman's children being particularly athletic."
"Now dear," Diane chided her husband. "You know that Isabel isn't that shallow despite the type of boys that our daughter has gone out with."
"Sorry," Phillip was contrite. "I know that Isabel's not like that. So you really think that our little girl likes this Alex Whitman."
"Yes I think so."
Phillip then got up from the table, an eager expression forming on his face.
Diane had not seen this look in a while but was very familiar with it. "Where are you doing?"
"Oh, I'd just realized that I hadn't spoken to the Whitmans in some time so I was going to give them a call."
Diane watched her husband leave the room and head for his den. Shaking her head, she picked up a couple of the dishes off the table and head for the kitchen. As she set the dishes down an bad thought entered her mind causing the sigh heavily.
"Oh I hope Phillip doesn't cause any problems for Isabel and Alex."
Isabel stormed into her bedroom, slamming her door shut behind her, only her door did not make the satisfactory boom that it should have. Looking back at her door, she found it being held half open by her brother.
"What do you want Max?"
Max moved into the room and firmly closed the door behind him. He then locked the door and turned around to face Isabel.
"Is there something going on between you and Alex?"
Isabel stared at her brother in disbelief. "No. Why would you think that?"
Max shrugged. "Why did Mom ask you about a new guy. Why did she mentin Alex to Dad?"
"That's just Mom teasing me about something I said earlier."
"What was that?" Max asked.
Isabel dropped down onto her bed. "I was taking a nap when she got home and apparently she heard me talk in my sleep."
"What did she hear you say?"
Isabel tried to pin Max with a dark glare but her brother wasn't affected. Finally she sighed in defeat and whispered, "She said that I moaned Alex's name."
Max raised an eyebrow, his lips threatened to curl into a smile "Moaned?"
"Her word. Not mine." Isabel stalked up to Max. "And if you want to leave this room with ALL of your parts still attached, you will promise never to repeat that to anyone."
Max held up his hands in surrender as he slowly backed away. "Are you sure that there's nothing going on?"
"Max," Isabel growled.
"I'm gone," Max said as he unlocked her door and dashed out of her room.
Isabel stared at her open door for a few moments before closing it and going back to sit on her bed, her brother's words echoing endlessly in her mind. She fell beck on her bed, knocking the forgotten yearbook from it's place near her pillow. Isabel pulled it to her and opened it up to the page that held Alex's picture.
As her finger traced the outline of Alex's head, Max's earlier question came back to her.
"Is there something going on between you and Alex?"
Isabel took a deep breath and quietly answered, "I don't know."
Las Cruses, New Mexico
Alex stepped out from the passenger side of the car. Looking around, there was not much to see at night other than the lighted sign of the motel. On the other side of the car, Mr. Whitman emerged and looked at his son over the roof of the car.
"We'll settle in for the night and tomorrow, why don't we get some breakfast before heading for the campus."
"Sounds like a plan, Dad." Alex answered. "Thanks again for setting this up, even though it was at the last second."
"It's no problem at all. I'm just happy to see you planning ahead for your future now, instead of waiting until you graduate."
Alex just clapped his father on the back as he followed him to the motel.
( Yep, that's what we're doing, planning... To have a future I mean. )
