Alright, this chapter came way to quickly, but again my brain had to get it out. Be prepared for the most fluff in this story yet. I hope you like it. Also, should I change the rating to M? I think it's still okay, but send me some thoughts. Still debating on the Rebel or Dreamer. Thanks to kbeth82 for the reviews - you always make my day with those.
This time of the year - Part 2
Max opens the door and smiles. "You came."
"Yeah, Michael made me think about things and I… I think I'm ready to talk."
Max smiles and moves out of the way to let them in. They walk into the house, holding hands, and see her parents in the living room.
"Izzy. Michael."
"Hi, mom."
"Mrs. Evans."
"Diane, please. Come and sit."
They do as asked. Everyone is quiet for a bit.
"I'm really happy you are home," Max says, looking at Isabel.
"Me too," her mom says. "It's not the same without you. Pretty sure Michael got the better tree this year."
Isabel smiles. "It is a good tree. I… it's nice to see the house... you have two bulbs down by the garage," Isabel says.
Her parents laugh slightly and then silence takes over again. After a bit her dad speaks. "Isabel, this is… it's hard for me. I… I miss you. I even miss you telling me about the bulbs and bossing us around and… everything else. And I... I'm sorry for hurting you and leaving you. You're family and even if you made a mistake I -"
"No." Isabel argues. "My son is not a mistake. Maybe this wasn't the best time, but Adam is a miracle and he's wanted and loved and I'll take care of him."
"We," Michael interrupts. "He's ours. We'll take care of him."
"Of course," her mom says. "Isabel, I… we, we want you back in our lives, with the baby and with Michael. You're going to be a mom now and as a parent you'll make mistakes, even if you don't want to. But you'll always love your child and you'll want to keep him safe and take care of him and see him succeed and be happy. Izzy, you're our daughter and no matter what happens, we love you. Even if you make mistakes, and I'm not talking about the baby, but doing this so young and lying and tricking us to help you get a job, those were mistakes. But know that despite all the mistakes, yours and ours, we love you and that will never change," her mom says sincerely and then looks at her husband.
"Right, yes," Mr. Evans said. "We love you and I… see… your brother and your mom made me see that you needed support and understanding but… when we found out… I just… I've always had these expectations for my children. For you even more than Max because... you were always so good at everything, so responsible and level headed and put together. Then suddenly, my perfect little girl is breaking curfew and over three months pregnant and sick in her boyfriend's bed and I… I was shocked. But, you're still you. You are still my little girl who is so beautiful and hardworking and put together and always running the show. And I want us to be a family again. Forgive me?"
Isabel looks like she may cry, but keeps it together. Michael squeezes her hand gently and nods at her. She stands and hugs her dad. "I'm sorry too... I'm sorry for lying to you. I just… I had to. But… I… I love you, daddy."
Mr. Evans looks teary eyed and kisses her forehead. "You're my little girl. No matter what happens."
Max looks like he just got the best Christmas present in the universe.
After the talk with her parents, they head to the Crashdown and Isabel feels light. Her parents and Max decided to join them for dinner and are driving right behind them. She's smiling and… is just… at peace and happy. Michael looks at her as he drives and feels this warmth in his chest. Her hair is down and curled and it's really shiny, like the sun… she should always be like this … quietly content.
She turns to him. "What?" she asks, smiling.
"I didn't say anything."
"I know. I just… I felt you looking at me."
He shrugs and looks at the road. "You're happy. It's good."
She smiles at him. Then she looks at the street they're in. "This isn't the way to the Crashdown."
"I know."
"Where are you taking me, now?" she asks, looking excited.
"You'll see."
"Okay."
A couple of minutes later, they arrive at Tess' house, the one she lived in with Nasedo. Isabel looks utterly confused. He opens the glove box and pulls out a folder and a pair of keys. "Merry early Christmas," he says, repeating her words from the morning. "Read the second page."
She scans the document and realizes what it is. "Tess sold you the house?"
"Us. Tess sold us the house. You have to sign too, on those highlighted lines." Isabel looks at him shocked. "She said she took all the money and properties that Nasedo owned and got them put under her name. One hell of a mindwarp at the bank and Alex's help with some hacks. But she didn't want the house anymore after the whole Atlas thing. She said she was going to put it on the market, but then decided to talk to me about it. She's kind of a pain in the ass if you ask me… hounded me down and then got Maria to bug me too. They wouldn't drop it until I agreed to get the house and surprise you. You know how Maria can be. She pretty much annoyed me into it. Tess and I agreed to a monthly payment that's only $100 more a month than the rent for the two bedroom we were gonna get. She cut us a deal, but I found the real price and we'll pay it eventually. We're not cheating her out of any money. I'll work my butt off and pay for every cent this thing is worth if it takes me a hundred years."
Isabel looks at him like he's the sun and stars. Her stare is disarming and he feels like he's back in the third grade, seeing her for the first time. There is this energy about her, this pull that is driving him crazy. Then she's close, so close, and fixed on him with those big eyes…
"Surprise!" they hear. They see their friends in the front yard and get out of the car.
"Welcome home!" Tess yells, excitedly.
"Oh my god!" Isabel says as she hugs her friend.
Max and Isabel's parents walk towards them. "What's this?" Isabel's mom asks.
"Tess sold them the house," Max answers.
"That's not it," Alex says. "Hit it Kyle!" Then suddenly the house lights up with Christmas lights.
Isabel's eyes grow big. "I… I don't know what to say. This is… wow."
"Wait until you see inside," Kyle says, coming closer to the group.
"You knew about this?"
"Off course I did. I was good at keeping you mechanically occupied, wasn't I?"
"Oh my gosh," she says and then hugs Kyle and then Maria and Alex and Liz.
She turns back to Michael. "Go in," he says. She takes his hand and brings him with her. The scene in front of her finally makes her cry. The house's furniture from before is still there, but so are the couch and chairs from Michael's apartment and the tree, the one he got. Everything is there. And the tree is decorated just like she had it in the apartment and there's poinsettias on the side tables and garlands on the stairs and stockings by the fireplace... it's… perfect.
"How?" she says drying her eyes.
"Turns out when you have a team of seven talented teenagers under the Sheriff's command and we use certain superpowers for good, getting stuff in u-haul and unpacking can happen quickly," Alex says.
"The Junior football team might have helped a bit too," Tess says.
"They'll do almost anything to suck up to the big man," Kyle adds, smiling. "And no teen can say no to my dad when they're in the same room as him."
"Sheriff Valenti, thank you so much," Isabel says.
"Don't mention it. I can't really say no to this one," he says, pointing at Tess.
"And Liz is good at Christmas decorations. And neanderteen there made sure we put everything you had already chosen in the right place," Maria adds. "Who knew the Christmas balls on a tree had to follow a pattern and only red poinsettias were proper with this kind of decorations?"
"Whatever," Michael says. Isabel looks at him and again he feels like squirming under her stare.
She turns to Liz, "Thank you." Then she looks at Maria. "And all that is completely right. The red ones are the only ones that can go with those bows and the ball pattern," Isabel says, teasingly before hugging her spunky friend again.
Isabel's dad laughs. They all look at him. "I love you honey and I missed you terribly. But you know… I'm glad there's now another man that has to deal with some of your crazy. Good luck keeping up with the bulbs, son," he says, looking at Michael.
Everyone laughs. Michael looks surprised and confused and unsure of what to do. Isabel blushes and then starts thanking everyone again. Maria turns on some Christmas music and then they all just mingle and have a good time. The doorbell rings and Liz says it's probably her dad with the food. But she's wrong. It's Maria's mom.
"Mrs. Deluca, welcome," Tess says. Everyone greets her and then she gravitates towards the adults, sitting right next to the Sheriff.
"You invited my mom?" Maria asks, once they are far from the parents.
"We ran into her at the supermarket and it seemed rude not to. And you have extra guests too, don't you motormouth?"
Maria gives her an evil look. "Mind your business space slut."
"Who did you invite?" Alex says.
"Brody and Sydney," Liz answers.
"What if she recognizes Max?" Alex says concerned.
"She won't," Maria answers. "She focused mostly on me when she was getting healed, remember? And now she thinks I'm magical, like her angel and… Brody is sure she just dreamed about me since she met me right before her relapse and miracle recovery."
"You've talked to Brody?" Max asks.
Maria nods. "He's really happy, Max. You… what you did was amazing."
"Yeah, it was," Liz says, looking at Max with eyes filled with longing.
"I… I had to."
"No, you didn't," Tess says. "That's what makes it special. Making a difference just for the greater good and peace and happiness, right?" she says, looking at Kyle.
"You're turning out nicely little grasshopper," he jokes, patting her head. "You're even tiny like bug."
"Shut it jerk. And you're not that tall, Isabel is actually taller than you."
"She's not. You're just sore you're an alien midget."
The bell rings and Maria rushes to open it. She smiles as she opens the door for Brody and his little girl.
"Holly shit," Michael says.
"What?" Isabel asks. He just moves his head so she looks at the door. Brody is handing Maria a bunch of flowers and the little girl is hugging her legs. And Maria is smiling and radiating happiness.
"Brody?" Isabel asks. Michael shrugs.
Tess laughs. "Motormouth does seem to have a thing for taking risks in life. I could see her pulling off the dating an older man thing."
Liz looks at her with annoyance. "They're just friends, but she likes Sydney and he's… very kind to her and to Maria."
"He better be," Michael says.
They greet Brody and Sydney and enjoy having a little girl that requests Maria to sing and bounces around the house with her dolls asking everyone a million questions. Later the group shares a wonderful meal from the Crashdown and even get Mr. Parker to stick around. Everyone is happy and comfortable with each other. That is until they're having dessert.
"How did you get a baby?" Sydney asks Isabel.
"I… well…" Dreamed him up and then found him in a pod.
"Syd, that's kind of personal," Brody says.
"But daddy, I don't understand. How did he put the baby in there? Did you do magic?" she asks, now looking at Michael. Now it's his turn to stammer unsure about how to answer. Kyle starts snickering. "What's funny?" the little girl says. "Daddy, did you put me in mommy's belly? Where do babies come from?"
"I'll take the dishes to the kitchen," Isabel says. She looks at Brody. "Good luck with that."
"I'll help you," Michael adds, more than ready to run away from the little girl and her inquisition.
Isabel and Michael clear the table and put all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She steps out of the kitchen and then just looks at the scene around her. Her friends and family are all together and happy. Even her parents. She sees Alex teasing Tess, and Kyle, Liz and Max speaking amicably enough with each other. And the Sheriff blushing in front of Amy DeLuca, her parents and Mr. Parker. And Maria speaking animatedly with Brody and Sydney.
Michael steps out of the kitchen and runs right into her.
"Sorry."
"It's okay."
"What are you doing just standing here?"
"I was just looking. It's just… look at this place and everyone here. It's the perfect Christmas. Thank you so much."
"Tess and Maria's doing and everyone helped put things together."
"That's not what I'm thanking you for," she says. He looks confused. "I mean I am. But that's not it. Do you know why I nag and drive you all crazy this time of year?"
"Because you're the Christmas Nazi," Michael says with a smirk.
She smiles. "Jerk. No, it's not that. It's because I want everything perfect to see people happy and have a family and feel loved and normal. But now I think the normal part doesn't matter… as long as I have a family I love and that loves me then everything is okay. You showed me that. So, thank you."
"Iz, don't make a fuss. It's nothing."
"No Michael, it's something. You… you've put everything into getting ready for Adam. You opened your home to me when I was at my lowest and made it so it was like I had been there all along and you didn't have to do that. And you helped me after Whitaker and today you got me to have my parents again. You are always there when I feel like I'm losing myself. You follow your instincts even when everyone thinks you're crazy. That's what I'm thankful for… you are the kind of family that I need and you make this the kind of home I want for Adam, even with all the craziness around us. I… I can't imagine going through all this with anyone else," she says. Then she kisses his cheek and hugs him.
He embraces her tightly. He can smell the flowery scent of her hair. He feels like something is shifting inside him. It has been coming slowly and he's realized it for a while and Maria has called him out on it and Tess told them. But he couldn't believe it. He couldn't want it. He couldn't run on instinct and try this and screw it up and risk losing her. She's too important, she's always been there and he can't lose her. But his heart is racing and his skin is tingling and he just feels…Izzy. She's warm and soft, but also strong, so strong, and somehow he knows her skin tastes like salt and honey all at once. His lips are close to her neck, so close, and he's dying to nibble the skin there. His hands land on her curvy hips and in a raspy voice he says, "Isabel…"
"Mistletoe!" Tess exclaims. They startle and turn towards her. "You are under the mistletoe."
They look up and true enough right above them it's the piece of greenery. Was that there before? He never saw any mistletoe in the decorations box. Michael looks at Isabel tentatively. She blushes and then looks towards her parents.
"It's tradition or so you say every year," Mrs. Evans says with a teasing smile as she looks at her obviously embarrassed daughter. "Oh please, what's a little PDA? You're already pregnant."
Now she is red as a tomato and still in Michael's arms. Everyone is staring at them and before she has time to think about it she feels the pressure of his lips. She doesn't know who closed the distance between them and she doesn't care, it just happened and the kiss incites a mix of fear and excitement that she has never experienced. It's not because this is crazy and should be fake since everyone is watching. It's because it feels right and she wants more… more of his lips and his big hands and just him… she wants him everywhere. She caresses the hair by his nape and then feels his tongue slide in her mouth, warm and slippery and just what she needs. She's in heaven and enjoying every second, every taste. God there's a taste and she's addicted. Her body keeps getting pressed closer and closer against his and her fake belly is getting in the way and it's that feeling that jolts her out of the moment. She pulls away, embarrassed. She looks around and her friends' and family's faces range from quiet approval to smirks of confirmation to resignation. She turns to Michael and he's swallowing hard with swollen lips and unfocused eyes.
"That's my man! Finally showing how he knocked up his girl," Kyle teases, knowing it's going to piss Michael off and break the stillness in the room.
"Kyle!" Tess admonishes with enough of a smile that he knows she doesn't mean it.
"What does he mean?" Sydney asks Maria.
"Can it, Valenti!" Michael says.
"Make me, wimp!"
Isabel looks mortified. Michael runs after Kyle and starts wrestling him to ground. The adults in the room start laughing but Max just stares at her. She wants to run from his confused melancholic eyes, but she knows she won't be able to avoid him. She doesn't even know what to say to him. I didn't want it. It was the mistletoe. Well that's a lie. Maybe it happened because of that, but if she's honest with herself she's wanted this for a while now. God, she's wanted to kiss him so many times and now… What if he only did it because of the mistletoe?
After that, Isabel and Michael keep some distance, but can't help stealing glances at each other. He can literally feel when her eyes are on him and it's driving him crazy. She catches him looking at her a couple of times and can't help the little smile than graces her lips. Tess seems completely triumphant and smirks at her with a smug 'I told you' look.
Then Isabel takes her friend into the deck, "Did you use your powers to put that mistletoe above us?"
"I play the fifth."
"Plead, Tess. You plead the fifth."
"Yeah that. Look, Max has Sydney flying." True enough, she looks through the glass door and sees that her brother is tossing the girl up in the air and she's giggling joyously. "She's perfectly healthy, thanks to him. It's beautiful."
"Don't change the subject. Did you just get me to kiss Michael?"
"I may or may not have given you a good excuse, but I think you did that yourself. Seemed like a good kiss too, the kind that might not have stopped if we hadn't been around."
"Tess, good God."
"What? Are you gonna say you didn't like it? I dare you to say it." Isabel is quiet and blushes. "Why are you fighting this so much?"
"Because…"
"Because what?"
"Because it's Michael. I can't just kiss him and things and then… oh god Tess, if I go down this road… it would be..."
"It would be what?"
"It would be crazy. Like not just opening up to someone and trying a relationship. I… with Michael it would be like the real thing... and with Adam…"
"Isabel, do you love Michael?"
"Of course, I do. I -"
"No, I don't mean as your best friend almost brother. I mean love him, really love him, like a woman loves a man, or well an alien loves another… whatever. Do you love him, like want to give him the world and be with him forever and maybe someday be his wife and have his children, that kind of love him?"
"We're already having a child."
"Exactly. So, why are you so afraid? You are having a baby, live together, are happy with the other around, what's the problem?"
"What if it ends badly?"
"Why would it have to end?"
"I don't know Tess. We died in a previous life because we pursued this kind of thing. And you and Max were supposed to be together too and you tried and that lead to you two fighting and arguing and hurting each other. Even if you are friends now, he's made you cry your eyes out and you've attacked him and thrown him around like a rag doll. I… if Michael and I do this and it makes us… I can't imagine… I can't hurt him, I can't lose him."
"Iz, you won't. Look the four of us… we'll always be there, together no matter what. And you and Michael… you don't have to be afraid of this. You could be happy, really happy." Isabel looks hesitant. "Just think about it."
"Tess... do you love Max?"
"What?"
"The way you said things… about always being there… do you love my brother?"
"Sure, he's becoming a good friend and -"
"Don't give me that. You just got me to kiss the man I love with your tricks. Tell me the truth."
"I… I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I mean I don't know. Sometimes… sometimes I feel like we have this connection and I want to stay by his side and have it be us together against the universe and go home and take back everything that I remember. But other times I just want to blow him up and say to hell with it and find a way to our planet and go by myself. And then… then I see the way he looks at Liz, even now, and I spend time away from him and it's… different. It's like if he's away, I'm okay and can have fun without needing to have these feelings that keep dragging me down. And I… I like that. I like spending time with Kyle and Alex and meeting new people and having fun. I… I think I'll always care for Max, but maybe that's it. Maybe I don't need to love him and get hurt or hurt him anymore. Maybe someday I can go home and be happy, with or without Max. But it's different for you and Michael."
"How?"
"You need each other. I can see it. And you would never hurt each other the way Max and I have. Isabel, he waited for you. We know how instinctual and hot-headed Michael can be and… when we came out of the pods, he could have left the chamber. I'm sure he wanted to get out, but he wouldn't without you. He waited for you and you got him to wait for Max... Michael would never leave you the way Max did. I think that… even if you hadn't found Adam and you two stayed with Maria and Alex, you and Michael would have still always been there for each other. Maybe as just friends or whatever, but you would never hurt each other or leave the other behind. You two would always care. I know that in my bones." Isabel nods. "So, why not take this chance? You could choose to just love him. Think about it."
"Okay."
"So, is that a yes? Yes Tess, owner of the seal of wisdom, you know best so I'm going for it and will be with the man I love?"
"Shut up! And… maybe, I love him and maybe I'll go for it… maybe I can do this."
"Well make that decision, and soon too, 'cause the way Michael has been looking at you he might just jump your bones once we're gone."
"Tess!"
Their Christmas Eve gathering goes on for a couple of more hours, but eventually everyone leaves. Isabel is happy to use her powers to take away the fake belly and clean everything. She puts away leftovers quietly and then she sees him looking at her. She's not sure if she's ready to talk. Can she really face what happened? Can she go for it?
"I… I'm gonna go upstairs and start unpacking my stuff. God knows how Tess put my clothes in those suitcases. She sucks at folding."
"Wait."
"Yeah?"
"I… look... about earlier…"
"You don't have to apologize. It was part of the act, you know with my parents and Mrs. Deluca, and Mr. Parker and Brody here," she says nervously.
"What if it wasn't?"
She blushes and keeps her eyes on the ground. He approaches her and slowly moves his hand to caress her face. She leans into his touch as he makes her look up so they are eye to eye. And then she realizes they don't need any words. They gravitate towards the other until there is no distance between them. He tenderly holds the sides of her face and their lips meet again. She feels tingles traveling from her lips all the way to the tips of her fingers and down to her toes. He deepens the kiss and it's like her knees are buckling. She's going to faint any second. She would have already started to fall to the floor if it wasn't for his arms, holding her against him. She gives in and somehow, it's even better than the kiss under the mistletoe. No one is watching or judging or wondering or expecting and nothing fake is in the way. It's him and her and feeling. His body is fire, burning her and making her explode, but it's also a balm that makes her feel safe and complete. She doesn't need to open her eyes to know that this time she's glowing. She feels her skin emanating energy and warmth and more… so much more.
He's been pretty physical with a girl before. God knows how wild he was during that heat wave. But it had never been like this. How does she do it? How does she make him turn red as fire with every molecule inside abuzz? How could he have ever thought she was anything but the girl, the one he was meant to be with? With these kisses he knows. His entire life has clicked into place. And it's not inner Rath wanting Vilandra. It's him. He wants Isabel. It's that simple. It's that easy. He wants the girl that drives him crazy and organizes his closets, the one that brought him lunch for years and gave him his first real Christmas present. The one that helped him call Nasedo, and threw liquor at Hank and told him she would not let anyone else hurt him that way again, not even her human dad. The one that reads his son books and gets too many stuffed animals and is willing to lose her live to get Adam to be with them. The one that can just sit with him in Adam's chamber and quietly makes him feel completely at ease. She's always been there, at the center of everything, and now she's in his arms and he never wants to let go. He can feel her and taste her and knows that they just fit. He's a goner and there's no turning back.
She feels his red glow and his strength, his bravery, his recklessness, just… him. He's everything, her pod mate, her friend, her son's father, her love... her destiny.
"Wait," she says. He looks at her confused. "Michael… is this real? Like something that me and you truly want or just… because of the dreams and the stars and something we can't control?"
He sees the fear in her eyes. "I don't think it needs to be an intergalactic event... just me and you… and this," he says and kisses her with a sweetness she didn't know he was capable of.
"What about Rath and Vilandra?" she asks as his lips travels down her neck, making her feel liquid. "We are glowing… like them."
"They had their chance. This is ours." He kisses her again and snakes his hand under her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her lower back. "I'm not him, even with the glow… I'm not him," he murmurs right against her ear.
"I don't want to be her... I don't want to be with you and lead us to war and death. I don't want you or Adam to get hurt."
"You won't… forget Rath and Vilandra. I don't want that."
"What do you want?"
"You… my best friend, just Isabel."
She feels like something inside her has been freed and kisses him deeper than she has ever kissed anyone. Their glows intensify. A pot breaks from one of the poinsettias growing out of control and the lights begin to flicker.
Then the flashes hit them. One thousand small moments bursting behind their eyelids. From their childhood to the present they see themselves either alone or with Max or Adam or friends and many other people around them. Little things they shouldn't remember. His first Christmas present, a ninja turtles watch with a kiss on the cheek. Eating a special meal that she made and brought to the school cafeteria when he turned eleven. Picking a dandelion and giving it to her when she turned ten. Doing laundry and cleaning the apartment. Eating fries at the Crashdown before they had revealed their secret to anyone. Isabel in between Max and Michael sharing a huge sleeping bag the first night he stayed at their house when they were nine. Three children talking as they watched Peanuts in the Evans' living room. Her saying she was sorry with cookies and Alkalean gazes. Him making the same flowers and watching after her when she helped Adam the day they started the hatching. Dancing at a Greek wedding. Children in a snowball fight. Just time together as they grew up, a million shared words and simple moments that are re-lived as they kiss and touch.
The flashes tame and then it's just them and the intensity of their mouths and traveling hands. They stay like this for close to an hour, kissing and caressing, basking in the sensations that arise from their connected lips and learning each other. It feels like the best moment of their lives and though their bodies crave more, they manage to separate.
"Wow," he says.
"Yeah," she giggles.
"I didn't know I was that attractive," he teases, referring to the flashes he saw and the perspective of himself through her eyes.
She smiles at him, "You are and you seem to have always liked what you saw as well."
"You know how beautiful you are," he asserts, challenging her to argue.
She smiles, "Tell me that if this doesn't work out, you will still be my best friend, my family."
He nods at her. "That will never change. No matter what happens. I'll be by your side."
She gives him a small peck on the lips. "Me too, always. Even if you are a slob impulsive rule breaker that drives us all crazy," she teases.
"I drive you crazy? Miss overbearing, all events' Nazi who cannot function unless everything is perfect. I'm surprised you haven't tried to color code my clothes."
"Well there is an idea."
"Don't even think about it."
They laugh and walk upstairs. He stops at the door that leads to her new room and is ready to say good night, but her words stop him. "Stay with me?" she asks. He looks surprised. "Just sleeping… I just… this house is so big and I don't want to be that far from you. I just…" She looks embarrassed.
"Yeah… I know… I want to stay close too."
"Just sleep."
"Just sleep."
"I'll change. Come back in a couple of minutes?"
He nods and that is the first night they share a bed since they were kids. They don't kiss there, simply hold each other and feel happy and safe.
And they are finally together! Yeah, yeah! I did mention in the last chapter that I love the flirting of these two in the Christmas episode, so I couldn't help myself and had to get them together during Christmas. Hope any cliffies out there love this one. I always love when these two decide to be together.
Anyway, tell me what you think. Was it too much with the sweetness and Tess' schemes to get them together and happy? I wondered if I'm taking Tess way out of character, but again I tried to turn her around based on all the stuff of the previous chapters and her coming out of Nasedo's bad influence. Also, is it Khivar or Kivar and Nacedo or Nasedo? I looked that up and different sites and Roswell episode transcripts have different spelling. So, I've been going back and forth. It's weird. Anyway, give me some feedback. :)