Title: Revelation
Part: 1
Author: The Crow
Email: Thecrow@justice.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: After Heat-wave. Isabel and Alex talk
Category: Alex/Isabel
Rating: PG-13

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"Why is this so hard?" thought Isabel Evans as she lay in bed. Dream walking was the safest power that she could dabble with. If you showed up in someone's dreams, they just kinda accepted it. That's why she did it so much. She just couldn't do it tonight.

She looked at the yearbook in her lap and stroked Alex Whitman's picture. She remembered the last time she had visited his dreams. She had never expected that he harbored any feelings for her. Well, not any more than the crush every other boy at Roswell High had on her.

"Maybe that's it," she thought. "I need to take my mind off of the situation." Isabel took a deep breath and closed her eyes. With her fingers resting lightly on Alex's picture, she cleared her mind. She slowly fell into the trance. When she awoke she was back at the party. The party where Liz and Alex were arrested. The party where she first talked to Alex. The party where she screwed everything up.

Alex had thought she was there checking on him. But she hadn't cared what he had said to Valenti. She knew she could trust him. She still wasn't sure what she had been planning to do then. She had kind of been on autopilot. Well, she thought. Let's see what's going down in here.

She found Alex in the same place where they had talked at the party. He was replaying the moment again. It pained Isabel to see the expression on Alex's face as he came to the realization, in his mind at least, that she was just checking up on him.

Suddenly the dream changed. They were back in the gym at school. Alex was dancing with the dream her again. Isabel smiled as she watched them weave their way across the floor. "I thought you liked me," said Alex. The hurt look on his face brought tears to her eyes.

"I do like you," said her dream self as she pulled Alex in to kiss him.

"Yes," she whispered as she watched them kiss. "I do like you."

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As he walked down the hall, Alex thought about the dream he had had the night before. If only it was true, he thought. But that was a joke. He had seen the type of men that Isabel hung around with. He just wasn't in their league.

He sucked in his breath as he saw Isabel. She was standing by his locker, waiting for him. She looked stunning in her tight fitting black pants and tuquoise blouse. Her hair, pulled back in a tight ponytail, bobbed as she waved at him.

"Alex, I've been looking for you," Isabel said as she grabbed his arm. "We need to talk." She pulled him into the band room and shut the door. She looked him over and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "You look good."

"Don't get distracted," he thought to himself. "Thanks," he said aloud. "So do you." He turned and sat down in a chair. "So what do you want? I didn't tell Valenti anything if that's what you want to know." The hurt look on Isabel's face made him pause. "I'm sorry," he said. "What did you want to talk about?"

Isabel perched herself on a desk and studied Alex. "Well, first, I don't want to interrogate you. I didn't the other night either."

Alex pushed his bookbag into the floor and laughed bitterly. "Yeah. I suppose you just enjoy my company."

Isabel put her head in her hands and sighed. "Actually, your company isn't all that bad. I was enjoying it until you went psycho and ran out."

"Um, excuse me," said Alex. "Could you say that again?"

Isabel stood and circled him slowly. "I said that I enjoyed your company."

"Am I dreaming again?" thought Alex as he watched Isabel glide around him. "Because if I am, I'm not sure I wanna wake up."

Isabel's voice broke into his thoughts. "You aren't dreaming, if that's what you think."

"Huh? What? Why would you say that?" Alex asked.

"Well, you just had this look in your eyes. Kind of like you were getting ready to pinch yourself," she said, smiling. She stopped in front of Alex. "I want to tell you our secret."

"You mean, the one where you are all aliens," laughed Alex. He noticed the serious look on Isabel's face. "What? What's the matter?"

"You know?" she asked. "How did that happen?"

"Look, I know that you guys have Liz, and possibly Maria, believing that you are aliens." he said. "I don't know what you are hiding, but the alien thing is kind of cliche, don't you think?"

Anger flashed in Isabel's eyes. "What do you mean 'what you are really hiding'?"

"You don't really believe that you are an alien," Alex asked. He studied Isabel's face intently. "Oh my god, you do!"

"Of course I believe it. Why wouldn't I? It's the truth."

"I'm sure you think that," Alex started. Isabel interrupted him. She snatched up a pencil from the desk and held it before his eyes. It melted into a pool in her palm and the re-formed.

"Holy sh...how in the.....how did you..." yelped Alex as he pulled the pencil from her hand. He bent it slightly, testing it, as he looked at it. "You are an alien."

"I told you that a minute ago," she responded calmly. She crossed her arms and looked at him. "So?"

"So....I guess this explains some things...." he mumbled. "I knew that no one human could be as beautiful as you."

"You seem to be taking this rather well," Isabel commented. "I imagined this moment several times, and this is a much tamer reaction than I ever expected. Much tamer than Maria's from what I hear."

"I guess, in the back of my mind, I kind of already believed it," Alex said. "I mean, you convinced Liz and Maria, and they're not stupid."

"Well, I'm glad you didn't freak out. I was afraid you would suddenly be repulsed by me.....or run screaming from the room."

Alex looked up from the pencil. "Me? You were afraid of how I would react?" He stood and waved his hand in front of her eyes. "You can still see, right? This is Alex Whitman. You know, the guy you haven't looked twice at in your entire life."

Isabel grabbed his hand. "I know how I treated you before." She pulled him to the teacher's desk and sat down on the edge.

Her touch was electric. It sent chills through his body. Alex wanted to grab her, to sweep her into his arms. Instead, he sat down beside her on the desk.

She sat there clasping his hand in hers for a minute. Then she looked up into his eyes. "I wasn't interrogating you the other night. I just wanted to talk to you...."

"So, um, why did you want to talk to me?"

"Well....." God, why is this so hard? "Just tell him," she thought. She had practiced this moment over and over last night, and it had never been this hard. She turned to him. "In the past few days, I've come to realize some things. About you. I've just gotten this feeling that we could trust you. I knew Max didn't want me to tell you, but I knew you could handle it."

Isabel stood and walked around the desk. It was just easier to talk when he wasn't looking at her. "I mean you are friends with Liz and Maria, and they are pretty good judges of character."

Alex grinned. "Yeah. That is, if you forget the whole Kyle Valenti fiasco."

Isabel smiled. "Well, no one is perfect."

Alex turned and looked at her. "So what makes you so sure that they aren't wrong about me?"

"Just a feeling I guess," said Isabel as she moved around the desk to sit by him. "When I look at you, I feel that I can trust you completely."

Alex studied Isabel's face intently. "Does this mean what I think it does, or am I just insane?" he thought. He wanted to sweep her into his arms and kiss her. But he hesitated. What if he was misreading the signals? What if there weren't any signals, just products of his imagination?

Isabel could see the fear and hesitance in Alex's eyes, so she decided to take charge. How to do this? Slow and passionate or quick and lustful? Oh what the hell. "Look Alex." With that she grabbed Alex's face and pulled him towards her. Their lips met, stiffly at first, but they softened as each one pressed the kiss hungrily.

As they broke contact, Alex said, "Is this really happening?" Isabel just smiled and pulled him in again. Alex's hands stroked the small of her back and the nape of her neck as the kiss grew more passionate. Her fingers wove their way through his hair, keeping him firmly in place.

"Having fun?" broke in a voice from the doorway. Isabel gasped as she broke away and stepped back. "Aren't you two supposed to be in class?" asked the band teacher as he stepped into the room.

"Um, sorry sir," murmured Alex as he gathered up his stuff. "We'll be on our way." He looked up to see Isabel smoothing her hair as she grabbed her backpack.

"Yes, we really are late. Thanks for reminding us," she said as she pulled him towards the door.

"Don't let this happen again," called the teacher as they went out the door. "I won't have my classroom become the designated makeout area."

Isabel led Alex down the hall. He stumbled around behind her, almost in a trance. His mind was whirling. "When am I gonna wake up?" he thought. "This has to be a dream."

Isabel stopped in front of the ladies room and turned to Alex. "I have to fix my smudged lipstick," she said. "You go on to class. We'll talk after school." She darted forward and kissed him, hard, on the mouth. "You might want to wipe your mouth," she said as they broke. "That shade doesn't really agree with your skin tone." Then she was gone, disappearing through the bathroom door.

Alex turned slowly and began to walk toward's Algebra class. He smiled and rubbed his lips with the back of his hand. His smile grew broader as he studied Isabel's pink lipstick staining his hand. He rubbed his mouth as he came to his classroom. His lips tingled from the force of the last kiss. "You know," he said to himself as he opened the door, "today is going to be a good day."

The End