No Angel
By Imogin2 of the xsorbit4 rebelfic board.
Disclaimer: I take no credit in this story it was created by Imogin2, who does not own Roswell.
This takes place right after We Are Family. (That's the one where Isabel kills Whitaker, right?) The first couple of posts will be a bit depressing. (hey, wouldn't you be if you just found out you betrayed all the people you loved?)
Part One
She ran towards his door, #43. She knocked on it ferociously almost to the point of making her knuckles bleeding. Michael woke from his deep sleep and stumbled towards the door. He opened the door slowly, cautioning himself for who he'd see.
"Isabel. What are you doing here? Come in." Michael opened the door wider, motioning the worn out girl into his apartment.
"I didn't know where else to go. I just need to be with someone else than Max." Isabel walked over to the living room and plumped down on the couch, exhausted from running. She had run all the way to Michael's apartment from her house. Michael sat down next to her, not really knowing what to say.
"Do you need to talk? Cause I know that it was really hard for me when I killed Pierce. It really helps to get it out." Michael offered his council. Isabel looked around the room in a desperate attempt to keep herself from crying. She couldn't stop thinking back to that moment when Whitaker had told her about her past. Was it true or was it just some big lie to make her vulnerable? How could she trust an enemy who had tried to kill her? She couldn't keep it in any longer. First, she hiccuped as she tried keeping the sobs in. But the tears came and soon she was sobbing. Michael moved closer and wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her. She leaned her head on his shoulder, shuddering from the violent sobs that over-took her body.
"She told me…that…that I betrayed my…my family." Isabel said in-between sobs. "She…said that…I loved our enemy…that I sacrificed…everyone…even myself…for love." She let go of Michael, realizing that she had caused his death. "I killed you…I turned you in…I'm a murderer." Isabel couldn't bear to look into Michael's eyes, to see all the pain she had caused him through out his life. All those years he had spent trapped in foster care being abused by his foster father were because of her. Michael took a hold of Isabel's arms and brought her close to him.
"You are NOT a murderer. You didn't kill the four of us. What you did in that life was a terrible mistake, but that has already happened. We can't go back and fix it. We can only look at now and the future. You can learn from your past life and live an even better life now. We can all live better lives if we would only learn from our mistakes. That's the wonderful thing about you, me, Max, and Tess. We get a second chance at life. How many people can get a second chance to make things right?" Michael tried to get it through Isabel's head that it wasn't her fault. "Our enemy killed us, not you. You know that, right?" Isabel nodded, still crying.
"How can you still be here for me after what I did? You've suffered so much." Isabel asked in wonder.
"I don't remember what you did, and even if I did, I still would be here for you. You're my family. How could I live without you?" Michael responded, touching Isabel's cheek. She winced when he stroked her hair. She didn't deserve his friendship. The only thing she deserved was to be thrown into a deep cellar and left to die of starvation. But what Michael said was true. She knew he was right. She could learn from her mistakes. She wasn't the same person anymore. "You can stay here for the night if you want. I'll set up the hide-a-bed for you." Michael offered and Isabel nodded.