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And Isn't It Ironic, Part Seven

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Posted to the Roswell Slash list October 16, 2000

TITLE: And Isn't It Ironic...
AUTHOR: Kakia (KakiaGuerin@aol.com)
DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
CATERGORY: Just... very uc
POV: Part 1: Max
Part 2: Michael
Part 3: Maria
Part 4: Liz
Part 5: Alex
Part 6: Tess
PART 7: ALL
FEEDBACK: "Yeah, I'd like that." -Amy, Three to Tango
PREVIOUS PARTS: Ask at KakiaGuerin@aol.com
DISTRIBUTION: Just tell me.
SUMMARY: Mirror mirror on the wall, Isabel's the fairest of them all.



The old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery
And died the next day
It's a black fly
In your chardonay
It's a death row pardon
Two minute too late
And isn't it ironic
Don't you think

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"Isabel!" Max called. He had to use the bathroom badly, and she'd been in there for at least a half hour. He loved her, but couldn't she take a little less time?

There was no response. He groaned and walked to the kitchen.

Diane Evans looked up fro the mass of papers and enevlopes in the kitchen. "What, no hot date tonight?"

Max blushed. "Mom!"

"Where's Liz Parker?" his mother continued.

He blushed even hotter. "I don't know. Working, I guess."

"Hmmm. Isabel doesn't have a date tonight either. Didn't the two of you used to have social lives?"

Max walked over to the refrigerator, opened the door, and looked inside. "No, that was Isabel. I never did." There was nothing in the fridge worthy of being eaten. He closed the door and went back to hall.

"Isabel!" he yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. No response. "Isabel, if you don't answer, I'm picking the lock." Which was code for using his powers to open the door, but he wasn't going to say that with his parents in hearing range.

But there was no answer again. Was it possible that Isabel wasn't in the bathroom? That she had locked the door from the outside and snuck out, probably to go somewhere where she wasn't allowed--either by their parents' rules or by his?

The more he thought about it, the more logical it seemed. She'd done that before, once. So, using his powers, he unlocked the door, and pushed it open.

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And isn't it ironic...
Don't you think
It's like rain...
On your wedding day
It's a free ride...
When you've already paid
It's the good advice...
That you just didn't take
And who would have thought...
It figures.

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Michael must have paced around the room for ten minutes. There was absolutely NOTHING to do. Nobody had wanted to hang out tonight. Maybe he should just go to sleep.

He almost laughed out loud at himself. Go to sleep EARLY? On a school night? What had he inhaled today?

Then there was nothing to do but go out. And he didn't need the others in order to go to a movie or something. He WAS, after all, a lone ranger.

Michael grabbed his jacket from the closet and opened the door. He was about to leave when the phone rang, startling him.

He toyed with the idea of leaving it and letting the answering machine pick up--if it were anything important, the caller would leave a message.

Then he changed his mind. Nobody ever called him for things that weren't important. Except for the rare telemarketer.

On the third ring, he picked up. "Hello?"

"It's me," Max's shaky voice told him at the end. "Sit down."

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Mr. Play-it-safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase
And kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life
To take that flight
And as the plane crashed down, he thought,
Well isn't this nice

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Maria walked up the the couple who'd just sat down. "Welcome to the Crashdown, how may I help you?"

The man reviewed his menu. "Two Will Smiths, please."

Maria smiled, wrote it down, and took the menus. This was getting old. No wonder Liz had quit.

She walked into the kitchen. "Two Will Smiths," she yelled in the general direction of Jose. "Hey, Courtney."

"Hey, Maria." Courtney opened a packet of spearmint Tic-tacs and put one into her mouth. "Want one?"

"Is that a hint?" Maria asked, grinning and taking one. "I love mint."

"No kidding, me too. Why doesn't the Crashdown have those mint things by the register?"

Maria shrugged. "We should ask Liz's father."

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Maybe that's him now," Courtney suggested, picking up the phone. She held it to her ear for a few seconds, then handed it to Maria. "It's Liz," she said in an undertone. "She's upset."

"Oh no, what'd he do THIS time," Maria groaned. Max's heart was in the right place, really, but every time he did something, he said something wrong or something bad happened. She picked up the phone, ready to be the consoling best friend. "Yeah?"

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And isn't it ironic
Don't you think
It's like rain...
On your wedding day
It's a free ride...
When you've already paid
It's the good advice...
That you just didn't take
And who would have thought...
It figures.

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Congresswoman Whitaker had alrady left, leaving Liz to lock up. That was what she was supposed to be doing, and for once, that's what she was doing. Not snooping, looking for alien files, but actually closing the office.

It was eerily quiet, and she wished someone were around. Anyone. She didn't like being alone here. Something could attack at any time.

Okay, she was being paranoid. But she'd earned the right to be afraid. Her life since she'd found out about the aliens had proved that things like this could happen.

She finished the last batch of papers and put them in the drawer. Good, she was done. Now she could go home.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Who would be calling at this hour? Unless they wanted to speak to her.

She picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Liz?"

"Max?" If he was going to beg her to get back together, she just might hang up on him. It was late, she was tired, the last thing she needed was to feel guilty for crushing Max's heart again.

"Hi." He sounded weak. This didn't sound like a plea. "Um. I have...news."

"News," she repeated dumbly.

"Yeah," he affirmed. "Bad news."

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Life has a funny way
Of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay
and everything's going right
And life has a funny way
Of helping you out when you think everything's going wrong
And everything blows up in your face

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Alex walked into the Crashdown, the door ringing behind him. He sat down at a booth, and waited for someone to come.

He looked up as Courtney walked out from the kitchen, looked around, and headed towards him. "Hey, Alex."

He didn't know her that well, but he figured she was okay. She was Maria's friend, anyway. "Hey."

"Do you know what you want?" she asked.

He looked at the menu. "Actually, I'm not really hungry. I'll just have a coke."

"A coke," she repeated, muttering to herself. "Okay, hold on." She walked to a nearby table, took their order, and walked back towards the door. It opened right before she reached it, and a shaking Maria stepped out, clutching the door for support. Maria said something quietly, and Courtney's expression turned shocked. Maria leaned on Courtney and they started to go back into the kitchen.

Alex jumped out of his seat and ran across the room, almost colliding with someone. He reached them, practically panting.

Maria looked up, and he could see that her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were tear-stained.

"Oh no." He stroked her hair as she started to cry. "What happened, Maria?"

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A traffic jam...
When you're already late
A No-smoking sign...
On your cigarette break
It's like 10,000 spoons...
When all you need is a knife
It's like meeting the man of your dreams...
And then meeting his beautiful wife

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"Attention. There will be a MANDATORY assembly for ALL members of this school, without exception, as soon as first period is over. Anyone caught cutting will be heavily punished." The principal's voice blared over the loudspeaker, but Tess barely heard it. She didn't even know WHY she'd come to school, but they had all decided to. It wasn't like she was any good here--since arriving in class, all she'd done was stare at her pencil.

The teacher continued speaking. It must have been English. Why would a teacher lecture in another language? But it didn't sound like any words she knew. Just muffled sounds.

It was either five seconds or five years later when the bell rang--she'd lost all concept of time. The word 'assembly' hit her mind. Oh, yeah. There was an assembly now. No doubt in her mind what THAT was about. Maybe she shouldn't go. It wasn't like she'd get anything out of it.

'Anyone caught cutting will be heavily punished.' The voice replayed in her head. Then again, maybe should should go.

She followed the crowd of feet into the auditorium and sat in the back. Not near the others. They would all be sitting together, but she wasn't in the mood for company. She hadn't said a word since she'd found out, and she wasn't planning on it.

The principal walked onto the stage and signaled for quiet. For once, the noise level declined quickly. Everyone who didn't aready know was curious to see what was so urgent, and everyone who knew...well, they wanted to show respect.

"Some of you know why I called this assembly," the principal started. "And some of you don't. Some of you are wondering why it's so important that nobody missed this assembly."

He cleared his throat. "Last night, one of our students committed suicide."

There was a rush of whispers suddenly, throughout the room.

Tess hated it. She hated all of it; everyone who ever whispered to someone else when they found out about a death. Those idiots. Didn't they understand that death was something to be shared only with yourself? That before talking about something, you had to think? Didn't they realize how stupid "Oh, wow, I didn't know" and "Is he for real?" sounded next to the announcement of a death?

He continued talking, but Tess was no longer paying attention. She traced her finger with her perfectly filed thumbnail; first softly, but then digging and trying to tear her skin. Trying to ignore the inner pain by hurting her outer body.

Her heart was aching. She'd never hurt this badly in her life. She'd never even been able to imagine it. Her whole body was convulsed in pain, not physical pain, which merely shocked you, but emotional pain, which was breaking her down. She wanted to cry, but she hurt too much.

When Nasedo had died, she'd felt shocked, empty, scared, and angry. Never really hurt, though. She didn't care about the skins, as long as they didn't interfere with her. Which they did. As long as you don't care about someone, they can't hurt you. But here, she cared. She cared so much it had already ached, even beforehand. And still, she'd had gone and murdered herself.

The irony of the situation almost killed her.

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And isn't it ironic...
Don't you think
A little too ironic...
And yeah, I really do think

It's like rain...
On your wedding day
It's a free ride...
When you've already paid
It's the good advice...
That you just didn't take
And who would have thought...
It figures.

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