| "Lullaby" |
| Part 1 by Kara |
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Disclaimer: I wish I had created Roswell, Roswell High, and especially Max
Evans and Michael Guerin, but I didn't, so none of these people belong to me.
Thanks to Melissa Metz, WB, Pocket Books, and others for letting me play
with them though. :) Summary: Experiences in Isabel's dreamwalking. Category: Other Rating: G Authors Note: Place in series: After "285 South" in the TV series, anywhere in the books...no mention of Alex though...one spoiler allusion to the fifth book and what Max saw in his akino. |
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| She settled down on her bed, not tired enough to sleep yet. The week had been too high-strung, too many things that might've happened, or that didn't happen. Too many emotions were still coursing through the air like lightning. Dreamwalking would calm her down. It'd been a while since she visited her big and bigger brothers in their dreams. She liked to keep a watch on what was going on every now and then, being the closest thing to a mother that Michael had. And while her mother was great, sometimes even she d didn't understand what was going on with Max. They were three aliens who had formed their own little universe on earth. Someone needed to look after them. She closed her eyes. She didn't need a picture or anything to visit either of her brothers. She could always find Max, just because of the blood they shared. It was a tie that she thought went back to even before they'd broken out of the incubation pod. Sometimes she felt it, and knew exactly what he was thinking. But that was happening less and less since Liz Parker found out about them. Michael was almost as easy, just because he was one of her regulars when she dreamwalked. He needed the most looking after, especially since his powers weren't under that much control. He was the kind that could explode at any minute. She was surprised he hadn't already. First stop was Max's dream. But he wasn't asleep yet. He was doing some visiting to the dream plane on his own. Like she couldn't guess who he'd go to see. She couldn't help eavesdropping. If anything really X-rated were going on, she could head over to Michael. But when she followed Max to Liz's dream, they weren't kissing. It wasn't anything porno, or even PG. They were sitting on her bed, holding hands, and talking. Oh, barf. They didn't even notice her in the background, they were so busy giving each other those stupid moony cow-looks. The world would be a much less nauseous place if they would just get it over with and go out. They'd break at some point. Max wasn't that strong. It'd be dangerous for both, but at least no one would have the urge to yak. She watched her brother and the love of his life for a while, Max resting his forehead against Liz's, looking into her eyes as they talked. It served her brother right to fall for someone who's favorite flavor ice cream was vanilla. They could both be dorks together, discussing frog anatomy. She loved Max, but why couldn't he be a bit more cool? Not that she would change him or Michael for anything. Just when it looked like Max and Liz would kiss, she decided to leave Slap-Happy Love Land to check on Michael. It hurt for her to watch her brother and Liz for too long. Liz was replacing her as the center of Max's world. Was it wrong to want someone of her very own? Michael was actually asleep. Maybe he was dreaming about something decent. If he was having more visions, maybe she could finally make sense of what he got so passionate about. But when she stepped into her other big brother's dream, it definitely wasn't anything G or sappy. This was the hardcore porn she'd expected from Max. But with Maria "Here, smell this" DeLuca? She thought Michael had taste... Not that Maria wasn't nice, but she was an alien life form. And here was Michael, the dark brooding loner (who was looking much too much like James Dean--she'd have to take her Rebel without a Clue shopping later), with his sweaty arms wrapped around an equally sweaty and panting Maria. Oh, please. It was almost as bad as the two of them in the nookie motel a while ago. If only they'd kiss and break it off in real life, so that they could all go back to normal. Since she was out, she decided to pay a visit to Maria too, to see how her favorite space-case was doing. If anything, Maria was a loyal friend, and, she did have to admit, a lot stronger than the pixie-faced blond looked. There was something appealing and lively about Maria. Too bad she was human. But of course Maria's dream had to be the exact same thing as Michael's. She began to wonder if Michael really wasn't out surfing the dream-plane unconsciously. It could happen. He still didn't have total control on his powers. So both of her big brothers had human girls who were at least attracted to them, if not totally and completely in love with them, of the forever kind. Somehow that made her feel more lonely than ever, because she had no one to share that passion with. Not even the passion. Just someone who understood her and loved her for being herself. She stepped out of the dream-plane, and laid down under the covers on her bed. For the millionth time that day, she wished that she had some memory of their home that was hers and hers alone, that she wouldn't have to share. Something to keep her company until she did find someone, or something that would lead her away from here. Because there had to be something better than Roswell, New Mexico, for Isabel Evans. Just as she was falling asleep, she heard a soft, vibrating hum--something that human vocal cords could never produce. It was soothing, almost like a lullaby. It was something she almost knew by instinct-- it sounded familiar, like it came from before she knew this world, when all she knew was the calmness of the incubation pod, and the strong silence of her big brother. And an almost-memory of shining arms, and a feeling of pure love |
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