| Author: Minnie Rating: PG Fandom: Roswell Category: Isabel, Pierce Setting: After Destiny Disclaimer: They're owned by someone who is not me. Specifically, Jason Katims, WB, Melinda Metz and crew. No infringement intended. Notes: Please do not archive elsewhere without permission. Roswell's third season has been uninspiring, to say the least. I went back to the first season for this one. Spoilers for Destiny. This one's for Kate because she gave me the idea in the first place. Archive Date: 12/5/2001 "Isabel, Isabel … " He whispered to her in dreams. His cold whispers wrapped around her flesh, strangling her voice, twisting it into incoherent gasps that echoed through the blinding light of the white room. "Pierce. What--? No, go aw--" He wasn't supposed to be here. She wasn't supposed to be here. In this place, this nightmare of a room. She shuddered against the whispers, against this thing, this monster of an FBI agent that slithered through her rightful territory, turning it into his own playground. She was supposed to be safe. Safe in dreamland where she had the power, had the ability to see things. Change things. She wrenched away from her haven, fumbling through denials as she came awake. "Isabel, I've got you … " He touched her in daylight. Traces of his urgent, searching fingers clung to Max's once-tortured skin, leaping onto hers, dispelling the warm comfort of her brother's morning hug. Not even the rush of safety and familiarity of Max's arms could wipe away the strange mark of ownership that Pierce bore down on her. "No!" She panicked against the branding, forcibly shoving Max's guilty arms away, mumbling a desperate excuse about being late for school. He wasn't supposed to be able to follow her in daylight. Daylight was when all her fears died, when she put on her supremely untouchable, confident mask. No matter how brittle the mask seemed, it was enough to keep everyone, almost everyone, at bay. She calmed herself down, smoothing her flawless face with resolution, slipping the icy armor back in place. "You're mine now. I know what you are. Who you are. Not human," she hears him whisper. He watched her everywhere. Ghostly eyes followed her every step, her every move throughout school hallways and classrooms. Waiting, just waiting for her mask to slip, for her to reveal the long-held secrets. She caught herself glancing backwards, forwards, sideways at walls, doors and people. Looking, always looking. "Go. away." She fought it, stopped herself from jumping at shadows that her worst nightmares conjured up. The fear of discovery, of being used as a human guinea pig, to be experimented on by sadistic government alien hunters, served only to strengthen her, to make her strike back with the powers she'd been gifted with. "Pierce." She walked briskly into her dreams, into the glare of the white room, calling out his name with clarity. "Isabel, Isabel … " He stood against the wall, a cold, knowing smile pinned on his lips as he spoke the words. No longer whispering but still taunting, beckoning. She moved towards him, steady and normal, stopping about a foot away. She reached out a willing hand to touch the air by his arm and let her fingers caress the sleeve of his dark suit. "I've got you." He looked at the path her hand and fingers took, eyes glowing with heady triumph as he savored her capitulation. He moved in closer to taste more of his victory. She glanced at his form sidling up to hers, almost enveloping her. She brought up her arms, half-circling him before sliding them into his shoulders and below. "You're mine now. I know -- " She smiled slightly, planting her hands solidy on his chest. And pushed him. Hard. Away. "Isabel." Chilly anger changed his stance, made him reach out to grab her and pull her towards him. But all they came up with was empty air. "No, I'm. not. yours." She was in a far corner, remote and unreachable. In her element now. She arched an eyebrow and shot him a look of haughty disdain. "I know who you are. What you are. Not--" She watched him spout the words, visually tracing every syllable that escaped his mouth, turning them over and finding nothing. She caught herself almost laughing at their desperate, almost impotent meaning. "No, Pierce. I know what you are. Not.real. All this, it's not real. And I'm not playing this game anymore." Bewilderment came to him, chased by panic. She saw him scrabble against it, against the shadows that created him, gave him form. But the shadows were retreating, just as they retreated when the warm light of day, of the truth, appeared. "Isabel, no, don't make me go aw--." His voice, once triumph and taunting, trailed off as he dissolved. Silence. Absolute and almost deafening. Nothing solid. Not even light. No more light. No presence. Just an absence. Of him, of fear. Isabel walked out of her dreams, drifting back into peaceful slumber. -End- HOME ROSWELL FAN FICTION FAN FICTION |
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