Michael sat there steaming, his cell phone rang but he ignored it. He didn't know that it was Maria and he didn't care. He was worried about Isabel and what that monster might do to her. However, he knew he could only kill him once so it had to be done right.

Max sat there driving as he too worried. Nevertheless, he was worried about his best friend as well. Afraid of him making a mistake in his anger. That might get them all killed. They still didn't know what they were dealing with. What Jason was, human or otherwise.

The sun was blazing overhead, as the sun cooked the two friends who had no cover from the suns raze. Max glanced over at Michael, who just ignored the heat, and the sweat that glistened on his skin.

He wasn't sure how he felt about Michael wanting to be with his sister. He cared about Michael but he was not sure if the two really belonged together. Their parents liked Michael but for a son-in-law? If they had gotten together before now, none of this would be happening…it was his fault he had told them more or less not to consider it. Bad Max. He didn't want to be Jason when they caught up with him, he'd leave Jason to Michael while he saw to his sister. He hoped she was alright.

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Isabel sat in a corner, her legs drawn up to her chin. She had been unable to use her powers for some reason. They were moving again, she hated Jason. He might have been a good person at one time but he was nuts now. He thought it would work. She would find a way to escape, or kill him. She held the blanket closer to her; it was cool inside with the air conditioning blowing. Her stomach rumbled but she couldn't eat. On the table sat all her favorites, and her Tabasco sauce. Purple roses everywhere, soft music played. If he hadn't done this she might have come to love him, but she wished she had never met him.

'Michael where are you? I need you so much. Help me.'

"Isabel, eat your lunch. It's all your favorites." She ignored him, as he turned back to his driving.

She laid her head down on her knees, and closed her eyes. 'I'll never see Michael again, or Max.' She stood up, went over to the side door, and quietly opened it, and she jumped out. She rolled as she landed, the hard ground bruising her, as the rocks cut her skin.

As the camper drove on, she stood up and began walking off to the right hoping he wouldn't notice. Better to die out here than be taken away she thought. Suddenly a hand grabbed her arm, and turned her around. She looked up into the eyes of Jason.

"What are you doing? It's dangerous out here and too hot for you." He picked her up and raced back to the camper, on feet far more fleet than normal. He carried her inside, and took her towards the bedroom and placed her there. He suddenly had a washcloth in his hands, he gently wiped her face, and the dirt off her arms, and then he cleaned her feet.

"All better now. Why don't you dress, and we can talk, or you can watch a movie. We will be at the site in a few hours. Then home…I can't wait to introduce you to our people as their new queen." He got up and went back to the front. Leaving Isabel sitting there. She went over to the closet and opened it, seeing the clothes there, all long dresses almost formal in appearance. She took out a dress, not really caring which one. Taking it, she went to the bathroom to clean up. She was so dirty.

When she came out dressed, her bare skin of her arms and neck were red from scrubbing. She looked out one of the windows, wishing. She sat down on the bed, lowered her head and cried.

Jason heard her crying, and it tore at him. He wanted her happy and he did love her. He hated Michael, that boy should have gotten with her when he could. No human could equal Isabel. He would try to make things right for her. She would love his world, and his people.

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The jeep drove through the desert following the tracks. Max squinted as he saw a flash, and he knew that they were closing in. Going faster he saw the camper, and Michael tensed next to him. He tightened his grip on the bar. "Faster Max, get me close enough to jump."

Max drove faster, and Michael saw the camper speed up, he lifted his hand and the van suddenly stopped. The jeep drove up to the camper and the door opened. Jason walked out and Michael jumped out of the jeep and rushed the other man. Jason and Michael were fighting, as Max got out and went into the camper. He looked around and hearing sobbing followed it to Isabel. He stopped in the doorway seeing his sister sitting there crying. He went over and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Isabel looked up at him. "Max!" She lowered her head again, tears still falling, as Max sat down beside her pulling her into his arms. He rocked her, as she cried.

Jason saw the anger in Michael's eyes and the way he fought told him that Michael intended to kill him. Jason was fast with his fist and feet. He used all his power to try to kill his adversary and rival. Michael remembered his training from his own world, and that helped him against his fellow alien. Alien martial arts. Michael struck out, putting all his weight into a strike to Jason's face, he felt bone crack. He struck with the other hand, blood covered his hand. He didn't feel the blows against his own body. He felt nothing but the satisfaction of his adding more damage to Jason's body. He saw red before his eyes. Never had he been so angry.

Max led Isabel outside, and Isabel saw the two men fighting. Michael knocked Jason back, and caught sight of her, the look on her face, her body language and he knew. His fury increased as he grabbed Jason.

"You fucking bastard, you did that to her!"

"She is mine, my queen. She is not yours."

"Yes she is-"he said as he swung a vicious right to Jason's chest. "She is mine, always has been! You took what was mine! You die!"

Jason smiled through bloody lips. "Mine, I love her." He struck out at Michael catching him across the cheek, splitting the cheek. But Michael just struck back…then started raining blows so fast that Jason couldn't defend himself.

Isabel, who was leaning on Max, watched. "Max, please stop Michael. He's not a killer."

"Michael, stop!"

Michael just ignored Max. He kept beating the other man, Jason sagged in Michael's grip as Michael took him down to the ground, and kept punching. Max let go of Isabel and rushed over. He grabbed him, as Michael raised a hand, and Max flew through the air. "Don't interfere."

Isabel walked over to Michael and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Michael, please." He looked up, and he moved off of Jason, who lay there, dead. He had killed him. He felt no remorse for it, he had defended his woman.

"Isabel?" he reached out but she backed away. "Isabel, I-"

"Michael, you deserve better than me."

"There are none better than you, my darling Isabel." He moved over to her, his bloody hand coming up and then he noticed and dropped his hand. "I love you Isabel, I always have. This doesn't change the way I feel about you. It's his fault not yours. Give me the chance to make you forget this. Give me the chance to show you how good it can be between us…how much I love you." His words were softly spoken and touched her. He pulled her into his arms as Max walked over to them. He glanced at Jason who was slowly burning up.

"I love you Michael, I have waited so long for those words from you."

"Let's go home." Michael turned to follow with Isabel held closely to him, he leaned and kissed her on the head. She hugged him close.

THE END!