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Forgotten

Summary: This story is about one day, in Michael's life, in which several things events will happen. A day that he thinks no-one remembers. It will be a long time before he can forget. A day that will be a long time before anyone could forget. Michael & Isabel centered Fic, Tess & Alex friendship.

As she pulled into the general store's parking lot, Isabel noticed the sheriff's car in her rear view mirror. 'I stopped. I think I did, I know I did. I just don't need this right now.' Isabel thought as she sighed heavily and closed her eyes. "I think we have company," Isabel muttered.

"I think someone has a ticket. Good luck talking your way out of this one," Michael sang as she hopped out of the Jeep. He laughed heartily as he headed into the store.

"Why would Isabel have a ticket?" Alex asked completely perplexed as he started to get out.

"Because she didn't stop dead at the stop sign, or Jim could really be in a fowl mood," Tess replied. Tess stood up as she was just about to exist the Jeep when Jim Valenti strode up.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Now Isabel, I know that you know the rules of the road..." Jim started.

"I know that Ms. Evans. I'm here to talk to Tess," Jim declared before she could argue her case.

"Oh, well in that case. She's all yours," Isabel muttered happily as she stepped out of the Jeep. As Alex got out he tripped and landed hard on the ground. Cutting up the palms of his hands, everyone heard in squeak in pain.

Inside the store Michael smirked as Isabel refused to help Alex up. "That's my girl," Michael muttered softly. 'Wait did I just say that out loud?' Michael pondered as he continued to watch the scene before him. He saw that Alex was sending Isabel a pleading puppy dog look for help. 'I know that Issy's not going to fall for that little trick after I've pulled that on her multiple times,' Michael thought.

Rubbing his hands together, Michael jumped as his hands generated a spark. Hastily he looked around, before laughing softly at himself. He noticed that the store resembled a ghost town. 'At lest n- one was around to see me, unlike some people I could mention.' As he took one last glance out the window, he turned towards the aisle that held the Snapple display. 'Tess will heal Alex's hands. It might take some convincing, but she'll do it,' Michael thought as he heard Alex complain about the pain in his hands.

Glancing up, he spotted Isabel striding towards him. 'She's so beautiful,' he thought as he smiled softly.

"So have you picked out what kind you want?" Alex asked before Michael gasped in surprise. "Wow! Never thought I could scare you," Alex mumbled slightly put off.

"Michael, are you feeling alright?" Isabel whispered.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just contemplating which kind to get," Michael dismissed when he noticed how concerned she looked. "Where's Tess?" he asked as he grabbed several bottles of Snapple.

"Valenti needed to talk to her about something," Alex answered as he watched Michael reach and pull another bottle off of the shelf.

"Michael!" Isabel huffed feeling slightly jealous. 'If you focus more on what you're doing on less on Tess, I wouldn't … oh no… no,' Isabel dismissed as she felt her checks start to burn. 'It's nothing. Michael is just a friend, besides Tess doesn't like Michael that way.'

Looking directly at him, Isabel alleged, "You don't even like this kind of Snapple." She rolled her eyes and pulled two bottles out of his hands. Quickly she placed them back on the self and replaced them with the kind did like.

Quirking an eyebrow at her, he silently questioned her actions. He was surprised to see a blush creep into her cheeks. 'Since when does Isabel know what I like to drink?' And when did she get so bossy about it?' Michael contemplated.

"What?" Isabel exclaimed. "I'm not going to be subjected to spending the rest of this day listening to you complain about you picking the wrong kind of Snapple!"

"I wouldn't complain," Michael argued.

"Yes, you would," disagreed Isabel as she pulled two more Snapple's off the shelf. "I know way you too well."

"I would not," disputed Michael. "Right Tess?" Michael asked as he saw her behind Isabel.

"Yes, you would and you do. You must b suffering from short-term memory failure because you were complaining about it just the other day," Alex laughed.

"Is this about the wrong kind of Snapple?" Tess demanded as she came closer to the group.

"Yes," Alex answered as he picked up a Snapple for himself.

"Yes, Michel, you complain. You complain for hours on end. I agree with Isabel," Tess decided as she plucked a Snapple off the shelf.

"Fine, fine," laughed Michael as he gave in. "I'm a little picky about my Snapple."

"A little, you're like a girl who has run out of hair spray before the prom," Alex huffed as she dashed down the aisle.

"That makes absolutely no sense, Michael doesn't use hair spray, he uses molding gel," Tess teased as her blue eyes twinkled.

"Hey leave Michael's hair out of this," Isabel laughed as the group makes their way to the registers. "It's not like he would choose to have moose head."

"Hey, I'm standing right here, and I can hear you," Michael exclaimed.

"Really?" Tess asked before she moved her mouth to form words without making a sound.

"Not funny, cute but not funny" Michael commented as he looked over to Isabel, he could see her doing the same thing. With a glance at Alex, he noticed that he too was moving his mouth without making any sounds. "Hey!"

Within minutes the group was back in Isabel's Jeep and tore out of the parking lot. Unknown to the group two different set of eyes had watched them.


 TBC !