Fandom/Universe: Roswell
Characters: Michael Guerin, Isabel Max Evans, Liz, Maria, Kyle Valenti, OC
Pairings: Maria / Michael /OC, Max/Liz, Isabel/Kyle
Spoilers/Warning: N/A
Disclaimer: Roswell and all related characters are the creation of Jonathon Dukes and Jason Katims Productions, Regency Television, 20th Century Fox Television. OC's are all ME. No infringement intended.
Summary: There's aliens in Roswell.
Status: In-Progress
Author's Note: Takes place in the last 2Seasons.
Chapter: The First Act, Part II
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Its her favorite parade. So many sounds; people, singing, music and dancing. If she could…if it were possible to live in this moment… Gagё would be happy here. Enjoying a night on the town with her friends…
Gagё looks around, her brow furrowed but this is familiar and not just because its her home. "Its my going away bash."
Her friends run off, laughing and singing – mostly out of tune but they never notice Gagё isn't with them as they continue with their revelry.
She looks towards the entrance, walks slowly between the monuments until she's close enough to distinguish the figure from shadows.
"So…you're in my dream." Because that's exactly what it is.
Isabel's brow furrowed. "How do you know I'm actually h-."
Gagё laughs, she looks around and recognizes it all. She turns back to Isabel with a small smile. "I knew you were different when we met last month." she sighed and scuffed her boot in the grass. "I just wish …" she shakes her head and stares at Isabel. What she wishes is that her 'special' inheritance hadn't kicked in this fast and hard in a new town where she would have to make friends.
"Are you…one of us?" Isabel questions.
"One of who?"
"Me." Isabel whispers."Are you like me?" but she doesn't come out and say it; alien.
Gagё looks around again, shifting on her feet. "I'm not sure what you mean… I'm … well, I'm not like other girls so…" she forces herself to stop fidgeting, her eyes following the nervous twirl of Isabel's fingers in her blond hair."Uhm… you're really in my head right now so uhh why are you…?"
Isabel fidgets; she drops her hands and looks away. Does she want to tell Gagё they're aliens? Because Isabel's never been the one to tell anyone about them. She's the only one out of the trio who can keep her mouth shut about being from a different planet. So, Uh, NO. But then, what does she say?
Gagё reaches out and grabs Isabel's hand. Its instinct that makes her do it; reach out like touching Isabel in a dream would have the same result as if they were awake.
Both girls flinch. Its easier, simpler to get to where the locked memories want to pull her. Gagё doesn't know how to slam the brakes but she digs her fingers into Isabel's arm and holds on.
Stars. Bright flashes. Darkness. Numbing cold. The bright sphere growing larger each breath they took.
Its disorienting.
Isabel doesn't like the feelings she's getting as the planet gets bigger. She doesn't like being afraid and that's the dominant emotion through all the feelings suddenly washing over her.
The rush of clouds, warm air, skimming over water towards a black tower. They came to a sudden stop, falling to their knees beside each other. Isabel gasps – the blond woman on the floor has nothing but a flimsy length of gauzy material. But the shocking bit is the man moving up her legs in nothing but his skin.
"Merde!" Gagё gasps. That is not what she had been expecting to see.
Isabel jumps to her feet, snatching her arm out of Gagё's grasp. It severs whatever connection had linked them and she jerks back into her bedroom.
The sudden move knocked Isabel off the bed. She yelped, landed on the floor and sat up. Shocked.
She drew in a couple of deep breaths wondering about what she saw but mostly what she had felt. It had been as if she where the one being made love to.
Isabel got up and slipped under the covers. She didn't even want to tell Max about the dream-walk let alone think about what Vilandra was doing or had done.
Or with whom.
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On Monday, Gagё was lying in wait for Isabel. Only this time it was Isabel who avoided Gagё the moment she saw her.
"Merde." Gagё muttered under her breath. She wasn't about to forget what happened in the dream, or the fact that Isabel had somehow Sand Man-ed her way into her dream. And how, was the question Gagё had been asking herself all weekend, even though she had tried to pretend the dream-walk never happened.
It just wasn't that easy.
Later in the day, Gagё snuck up on Isabel. They were near the chalk room and Gagё decided to take a page from Michael's book. She grabbed Isabel and yanked her into the room, closing the door after them.
"Explain." Was the first word out of her mouth. She could see Isabel already starting to protest and shook her head. "NO, you will explain why-. Where-. How … how you were in my dream, in my head! How we ended up … where? Because what I'm thinking is so far out, I mean its certifiable. And I don't do straitjackets. I'm not a fan of hallucinogenics and I'd rather not be locked in a padded room. I don't relish the idea of wasting away in some nut-barn drooling on myself because- because-. You know why!" she accused.
Isabel didn't know what to say. Gagё had caught her off-guard and all she could manage was a half-assed excuse about not knowing what they were supposed to be talking about.
The chalk room door opened, startling them both.
"What are you doing?" Michael demanded of them. He stepped in, closing the door behind him. His presence forced both girls to back into the small room.
"You shouldn't be in a closet with two girls." Gagё pointed out. She had to look up at him and ignore thoughts of what he was capable of doing. "Your girlfriend- if she's a smart girl- will drop you and not bother listening to your explanation. No matter how innocent we all are." She added. And continued because that's what she did whenever she was nervous. "If I were her, I'd hurt you just on principle. But that's just me."
Isabel drew Michael's ire with her barely hidden snicker of amusement. He didn't see what was so amusing.
"I do not have a girlfriend." He corrected hissing the words past his teeth.
"Oh. So does the little blond from last week know that you guys are just hook-up buddies?" Gagё arched a dark eyebrow. "Cus she looked pissed," she pointed out. "and some girls just have no self-worth if they agree to that kind of 'relationship'." she air quoted with a slight frown on her face. Inwardly she scolded herself for poking at the guy clearly annoyed by her. Another image of what he could do to her with just a thought flashed in her head.
"I am not-!" Michael bit his tongue and took a menacing step towards Gagё. "Who are you!?"
The door opened again and this time Max came in with Tess. 5 teenagers in the chalk room made for a very tight fit. Gagё was squished between the wall, Michael and Isabel. Her fear spiked seeing Tess and the cold look in her eyes.
"Does she know about us?" Tess demanded. Before Michael or Isabel could answer Gagё jumped in, vigorously nodding her head.
"Yes," she lied. She wasn't sure why she was digging the hole deeper for herself but it was a burning curiosity- this reason all four of them were so concerned about what Gagё knew or didn't. "I know all about you-."
Michael covered her mouth. "She doesn't know anything."
Gagё struggled, her eyes narrowing though she tried to glare at Michael. She smacked at his chest trying to back up but he kept his hand firmly pressed on her mouth. Until she bit him. Again.
"Don't try that again if you want to keep it." Gagё warned with a smack to his chest though it didn't back him up much. There was barely any room between all of them. "What do you all think I know? Why is this one demanding to know what I want? Because right now I just-. She walked in my head." Gagё pointed at Isabel who immediately opened her mouth to protest. "You dream-walked in my head-."
"What did you find out?" Michael cut in. He wasn't at all surprised or disbelieving by what Gagё stated and that was a bit confusing because it shouldn't have been such a normal reaction. People just didn't walk in someone else's dream.
"We should wipe her mind." Tess stated.
Gagё felt her stomach drop out and the cold look on the little blonds face was unnerving. She tensed, ready to fight back no matter how useless it might be. But someone would have to hear all the racket Gagё would make and she would make tons of noise if it came to-
"Max." Isabel wasn't the only one who saw that he was actually considering Tess' proposed plan.
"Merde." Gagё shoved past Michael intent on getting through Tess and Max however she could. She wasn't going to stand there and let them do whatever they liked.
Michael winced feeling the shelves dig into his back but he was quick to grab Gagё around the waist and yank her away from the door. Away from Max and Tess who were trying to push her back, each had a grip on one arm.
"Lâcher!" Gagё yelped, smacking her fist on his arm. "You let go before I beat la morve de vous."
They were all startled when the door opened behind Max and Tess. There was a surprised teacher who scowled at them all. "What is going on here?"
Gagё was relieved. Right then she didn't care what the consequences of her rash 'Let me drag Isabel in here and get confirmation that I'm not just going crazy and she really did dream-walk in my dream', because it would mean she wouldn't be stuck in the little closet with the spycho blond trying to 'wipe' her. 'Whatever that means.'
The teachers presence forced Michael to let go but she couldn't make her escape because they were all ordered out into the hall. She stood as far from Max and Tess as possible but that didn't get rid of the images in her mind. She didn't know why, nor did she have a clue of how to explain, let alone describe, what those two had done and that was more than enough reason for Gagё not to want to know.
"Get to class. All of you." The teacher ordered. "Don't think of skipping out on this detention." He warned with a last glare at the group.
Gagё didn't wait for the teacher to walk away before she started to hurry off. She could hear them all start to walk and then run which had her glancing over her shoulder. "Leave me alone." She demanded hurrying her pace when she saw them all catching up. Michael in the lead. "I'll forget whatever that was." She ran as fast as she could and having grown up with swamps and uneven land, Gagё was light on her feet. "Its none of my business anyway." She yelled over her shoulder.
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Dinner that night was home made. For the first time since the move. They had all cooked together. Gagё arriving in time to make the salad.
They sat at the dinner table, plates still full. "How is the new school?"
Gagё's hand paused halfway to her mouth and the fork-full of food hung in mid-air. She looked at her parents and wondered why it had to be tonight when they chose to ask how she was doing. 'Why couldn't they talk about work?'
"How was work, Dad? Mom?" Gagё stuffed the food into her mouth quickly and made a big show of chewing, offering a smile and tons of interest in their day. It got her to the end of dinner but when it was time to clear the table of the dishes her Mother asked again.
"So what is it?" Farrėn handed her the plate and waited for Gagё to dry it. "I know you miss your friends and home, Gagё-."
"School is fine, maman." Gagё sighed. "It's the same thing as back home. Although…" she trailed off frowning. "I'm wondering when they're going to start on the alien history/conspiracy class."
Farrėn chuckled. "Not in high school, darling." She bent down and placed a kiss on Gagё's cheek. "That's one course you can take at university." She smiled walking to the refrigerator and tucking the leftovers away. "Don't stay up too late. You'll be cranky in the morning and you've only been at the school a month."
"Then its time I stopped pretending I'm a morning person." Gagё called after her Mother. Her laughter floated back and it made Gagё smile. She missed home; her friends and her school and her house… but she loved her parents too and would miss them more. She could've stayed behind. She could've begged and pleaded and proposed it in a way that even her grandparents would have pitched in. At least then, Gagё wouldn't have to worry about people randomly popping into her dreams…
'What if she does it again? What if they all do?!'
Gagё ran up to her bedroom almost in a panic. If they all crammed into her dream … it was the one place she should be left alone! Suffering nightmares would be bad enough but those were the usual course for all humans.
She almost dropped the phone when she grabbed it from the dresser. Her fingers fumbled the keys twice before dialing the correct number and she paced while it rang until she jumped onto her bed.
'What am I going to say?' she sat up, hanging up the phone and just stared at it. She really hadn't thought it through. But if anyone could tell her how to keep Isabel and the others from walking into her dreams -
The phone rang and even though Gagё was staring at it, she was still startled. "Merde." She dropped her head into her hands but she knew-
"Gagё!"
"Yeah!" Gagё answered still with her head down.
"Its for you."
"Yeah," Gagё reached her hand towards the phone sighing. "I figured." She put the phone to her ear but didn't get a chance to say anything.
"You don't just call at this late our, my love, and hang up."
"My apologies grand-mère." Gagё muttered into the phone. She ran her fingers over the pattern on the bed, fidgeting. "How are-."
"Your grandfather is well, your friends have come by and brought us some treats and yes they missed you but they've all gone back to school. Late, as usual. Now, what did you call about?"
"Uhm," she wasn't sure how to explain her question. "Just curious about the … you know. I just … want to know how it works. How … to make it stop or at least from getting … just too much." She huffed with exasperation.
The silence on the other end of line was broken by the sound of her grandmother moving around.
"Grand-mère …?"
"Why so curious, darling? You haven't wanted to learn about our gift…" she trailed off, the faucet in the kitchen running. "You did say it was all fairy tales. Something about not being real?"
Gagё flopped onto her back allowing her grandmothers teasing and waited until she'd set her tea kettle on the stove. It gave Gagё enough time to decide what details she was going to give for the sudden interest in her gifts. Her grandmother was right, pretending she was a normal, boring girl had been all Gagё wanted. But 'normal' wasn't easy in Roswell.
"…I met… some people. They just really …" she can't help but think of what the little blond monster had done- and the other one, the dark haired boy with the serious, psycho vibe. They both made her anxious and nervous. And what about Isabel? Gagё purposely didn't let the manhandling boy into her thoughts. "..really provoke some strong reactions. And I don't like it, grand-mère. I want to know how to make it stop." She sighs wiping a hand over her face. "At least, how do I get some control when it does?"
"Is this about a boy?" she laughs. "You've met some handsome young man, Gagё?"
"Non, grand-mère." Gagё's tone is serious enough to wipe the laughter from her grandmothers tone. "What I saw… it wasn't normal teenage boy stuff. He was older in those memories… Maybe they're precognitive?" the last comes as sort of a hopeful possibility. At least it would be easier to digest.
"That's not our gift. Not one of us has ever developed to that extent." The pot in the background starts to whistle and her grandmother sets the phone aside long enough to pour herself a cup and sit again. "We have only been able to see what is or what has passed. We aren't diseur de bonne aventure, Gagё. No matter what the posters in the market say."
Gagё utters a dry chuckle and leans back on the headboard. Her grandmother has never liked being labeled.
"What about this boy, Gagё?" there's a definite grin in her grandmothers tone. "Is he very handsome, this boy you don't want to talk about?"
"There's two of them, mamere." Gagё frowns at the wall across the room. She thinks about her week and detention still to be served thanks to that unplanned meeting in the chalk room. "The tall one. He's handsome." She admits, her frown deepens. "He's also kind of an ass. Which means he could be a jerk. Or… it's a front, to cover a deeper issue." she drags in a heavy breath and slides down into her bed so she's lying on her back staring at the ceiling. "One that I am too young and pretty to even want to jump into and deal with because I am not a psychiatrist."
Her grandmother laughs. "You are a very observant girl, ma chere. It wouldn't be difficult to make it a career…"
"I'd rather not deal with other people's crazy." Gagё mutters. "I have plenty of crazy to figure out as it is." She doesn't have to explain her meaning because she's been quite clear about how crazy it is to do the things they do.
"And the other boy?"
Gagё lets the silence stretch as she thinks about Max. She'd rather not but hiding from the thoughts in her head wont help her figure out what to do about them. "We should wipe her." No, Gagё hadn't liked the possibility of what that meant. "He's the one that worries me, mamere."
The silence on the other of the line feels heavy. "What is it?"
"He's quiet." That alone wouldn't be weird. "And withdrawn, sort of shy I think. But-." She's debating whether to say more. She rolls her eyes because her grandmother would know anyway. "The feeling I had from the brief contact was scary-weird. I saw him. And the girl with him, older, in some other place, there was darkness and violence… it worries me, grand-mère. Because isn't that how serial killers are described? 'Oh he was just so nice and polite, a quiet young man, so serious'." She mocks.
Her grandmother chuckles though she knows its serious. "Just be careful, ma chere. I know you don't want to hear this but the best way to deal with those flashes is to remain calm. Let it happen, fighting is only going to hurt and confuse you. And that is when you get trouble."
The silence unnerves Gagё, she sits up again.
"Gagё…"
"I'm not going to like this." Gagё says and thinks maybe they are just a tiny bit precognitive.
"I know you won't, ma chere. But if you want to… have control… over when your gift is active, then… you should ask one."
"Ask…one, what?" Gagё feels a pit forming in her stomach.
"If they'd mind being your guinea pig, ma chere." And her tone is all serious, like its not as whacko an idea as it sounds. "It serves you both. You learn to master your gift and … they can learn about that other life."
"Oh mon dieu, grand-mère. I don't -." She stops the automatic denial. Its not that they are religious but the notion of reincarnation makes it rounds during family discussions over dinner or…any other time. "You think?"
"There's no harm in finding out." But she also hopes this will get her granddaughter to accept that part of herself again.
"Alright, grand-mère. I'll think about it." She lies back and stares at her ceiling again. "Though pretending nothing happened seems like a really good idea. So I'm gonna try that."
"Sticking your head in the sand doesn't change the fact the rest of you is still out, baking in the sun." the exasperated tone only adds to the amusement that image brings to mind.
"I don't even know how that makes sense, grand-mère." Gagё smiles. "But I love you all the same."
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