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Alternate 'Four Square', Part Three

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Title: Any suggestions would be welcome.
Author: AlexEvans
Rating: R
Category: Mindwarper/Stargazer
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Roswell.
Archive: Just let me know.

        "Learn anything?" Max asked curiously.

        His sister sighed. "She's just a frightened, lonely girl."

        "An Alien girl."

        "Yeah. Like me."

        Max said nothing.

        "I'm going to bed."

        "It isn't even eight yet."

        "I'm tired, Max. Good night."

        "Been staying up dreamwalking people too much?" He retreated from his sister's glare. "Good night."

* * *

        Isabel stood near the edge of the cliff, looking out over the desert.

        "Pretty, isn't it?"

        Isabel turned slowly, her black dress swirling in the breeze. "Not as pretty as you."

        Tess moved closer. Isabel realized they were both in ballroom gowns, hers black, Tess in sky blue. "You're utterly beautiful, Isabel."

        Isabel suddenly realized this was a dream, but before she could decide what that meant Tess was in her arms and they were kissing. They stumbled backwards together, falling to the ground at the edge of the drop off. They kissed again, and then more.

* * *

        Isabel sat bolt upright in bed, her heart racing, her red pajamas soaked with sweat. It had been a wonderful dream, but like no dream she'd ever had before. She'd dreamt, on occasion, of kissing Alex. Once or twice Michael. Never more. Never about another girl.

        "Did Tess do something to Max?" she whispered to herself.

        "Is Tess doing this to me?"

        Isabel turned on the light next to her bed by hand, trying to deny both her fear and how very much a part of her wanted to return to that dream. She reached for her yearbook, her usual sleep-aid, only now she was using it to fight the temptation to just role over and seek sleep - and that dream - again. The yearbook fell open among the freshmen (this year's sophomore) W's. Isabel gently touched Alex's picture with one finger. It would be too dangerous, for him, to date him, to let him take away her loneliness... but visiting his dreams always made her feel better.

        Not tonight. Alex dreamt of her, he almost always did, but every time she watched him approach dream-Isabel, dream-Isabel was whisked away on Alien business by Michael, they were interrupted by Tess or worst of all, dream-Isabel was arrested by the Sheriff as Alex ran towards them, locked in place by the strange logic of dreams.

        Isabel wondered at the intensity of his frustration, but she was as touched as the first time she had dreamwalked him. She just wished he understood... Okay, Tess had a bad tendency to interrupt, and Isabel had to give Alien stuff first priority, but Alex was wrong. She wasn't waiting for Michael to forget Maria and sweep her off her feet. Isabel still wasn't sure she had the right to get Alex even more involved, but there was no doubting any longer his choice, if it were up to him. There never has been except that I was scared and wanted to pretend I didn't know how he felt. What did I do to deserve his devotion?

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