Annotiations: I know it's been a while, but I couldn't upload this chapter due to lacking internet. Will they ever get together? I don't even know. I know it changes POV a lot, but I did it to create a more dramatic feeling. Please review, since it means a lot to me and the writing of this fiction.

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Isabel.

I was stuck here again in this nightmare. Michael, pushing me against my drawer. Like an animal he growls, kissing me until my knees are about to buckle. His hands firmly grip my thighs. With one hand gripping my other hand, intertwining our fingers while the other hand moved up to my sex. I lean my head against his shoulders, little moans escaping my lips. Tugging at the clothes between us, seeming as the biggest barriers in the world. He puts me down on my bed. Sweat starting to prickle his forehead. I remove my undergarment, anticipating him excited and nervous. I nodded, assuring him that I am ready. He presses into me. I feel like screaming, but the pain is not nearly big enough for me to do that. He looks at me, eyes digging scarily into mine. He gulps.

"I love you."

A scream filled the room. I sat up in my bed and realizes it's my own voice that's screaming. Tears brim over, and a second later, Max bursts into the room, hands glowing green.

"What is it, Izz? Is there anyone here?" I shrug.

"Nightmare", I whisper as sobs starts to strangle me. Max sits at the bedside, holding me close. He asks about the nightmares, but I won't answer him. I fall asleep at last after having shivered a lot and cried. Somewhere in Roswell, Michael woke up in the same second I screamed.

Michael.

She knows. Oh, God, she knows. I am literally shaken. I am used to hold people outside of my life and my dreams. But Izzy had somehow managed to get inside my head. I look down myself. No, please no. My hard on won't get away and I can't see anything else to do but grab a pair of Penthouse magazines and go to the bathroom. I unzipped my pants, gripping my erection, fondling it. Stroking it up and down, closing my eyelids. I thought back of the dream and of how Isabel had moaned. Womanly and sweet. I stroked it harder and quicker, images flashing so fast that I could have an epileptic attack. Her thighs, the colour of her honey coloured hair, her lips against mine. Mostly her wet sex, inviting me, egging me. I stroked quicker and quicker in a uncontrollable speed. As I gasp out my orgasm, I cry out her name. While I cleaned my hands, I couldn't help but scrub at them hard. I felt dirty. Nothing anymore was innocent. This had taken a so different and wrong turn than I am willing to admit. I walked back to my room, eyeing her underwear and couldn't help but feel ashamed. I want her. I need her. Oh God, I love her. My existence finally makes sense. I am living for her. But that was in another life. She not mine here. She's with Alex. I'm with Maria. She's my sister. I lay in my bed, twisting and turning, sleep never seeming to hit me. Crying out my hopelessness over the situation.

I wake up to the sound of something moving around in my room, stirring.

"Maria?" I ask out loudly. The stirring stopped and silence followed. I saw a man in a suit and by instinct raise my hands. I blast the man through the room making him hit the back wall. I get up, get clothes on and run for the stairs. I run all the way to The Crashdown. Liz greets me, while I feel my lungs almost clasp together from running. She looks astonished and leads me to the private part of the café.

"Michael, wh-what's the matter?" she stutters. I shrug. I get to sleep on her bed. Before I go to sleep she asks me if she should contact Max. I shrug. Then I fall asleep again, this time without dreaming of Isabel. This time I dreamt of Max.

"Max, why are we here?" I ask him. We were in some kind of black room.

"I want to show you something." He points out in the room as stars begin to appear. Antar gets closer and closer to me. Exploding in my head are images of a symbol.

"But what does this mean?" Max turns his back to me.

"I don't know, Guerrin." He transforms as he turns around, and I see a familiar face. I wake up, gasping. Liz was right there by my side.

"Michael, what's going on?" Her voice seemed as if she really cared. I don't take much notice of her when she's in the group. I have kind of labelled her as Max's human toy, and I can't see that she can help with anything at all. As a matter of fact, I've always thought that she's just been bringing trouble to the group. But right now I need to spill out my dark secrets.

I don't know how long I spoke, but Liz brought food for me twice. One of the courses I remember as "A Flying Saucer Special" from the restaurant. I tell her everything, starting with the video evening. I told her every detail. Every single detail, so that I think Liz got all the colours of Isabel's hair remembered. I told about the kiss, the man in the Prizm, Maria crying, the camera, the underwear. But the hard on I passed over quickly. When I had told her about the man in the suit in my apartment, her brows furrowed.

"I love her, Liz", I explained pathetically.

"Hmmm." She thought for a while before she spoke again. "You know that Max has this infatuation… well, at first I was shocked, but I know that he loves me. But I can't say that the same goes for Maria. She won't take too much bullshit, and you know that. I think", she said shyly, "that Maria's feelings are starting to falter. She's hanging by a thread. And for Isabel… well, her and I are aren't like best friends or anything, but I think that there is a stronger connection between the two of you than there is with you and Max or with Isabel and Max. She must have meant a lot to you in your previous life on Antar. So perhaps the feelings can show even here on Earth. But I think that Isabel like things like they are and are afraid of change. She was very afraid when I got into the group."

I look down in embarrassment. I had treated her the exact same way, like she wasn't welcome. Now I see why Max likes her. She's smart.

"But, Michael", I turned to her again. "I believe that she's unconsciously reaching out for you in her dreams. You know, when she does that weird dream thing. Perhaps that's why she's entering your dreams so easily. First, because she's a part of you dream. Second, because you let her in, as being the only person in you life. I don't think that you would even do that with Maria. Isabel's the love of your life."

After what Liz said, I had to think things through. I was permitted to sleep over there in Liz's room, but only until tomorrow. Then I had to contact Max.

Isabel.

For the first time in a while, I felt alone when I slept. I can always feel when I enter another persons mind through a barrier or an invitation. But tonight, I didn't dream walk anyone. I had my own dreams tonight. But the dreams didn't change.

Please review! ~ Marianne.