Right Here Waiting For You 

By Tracy 

Rating:- G to PG

Summary: An Alex/ Izzy fic- need I say more

The song and the Title come from "Right Here Waiting on You" by Richard Marx. I don't own them. They are just an inspiration

Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of the characters. They aren't mine, but I can't help but daydream with these wonderful characters!!! PLEASE DON'T SUE!

***

Isabel Evans snuggled into her boyfriend's arms. Alex was so strong, so safe, so comfortable. And Isabel was crazy in love with him.

She had always prided herself on being strong, self dependent and untouchable. It had taken Alex, one of the most unique souls she had ever met. She was sure that Alex was her soul mate. He was her best friend. Her life line.

What scared her was she would have to leave those comforting arms. Tomorrow she would take Alex to the airport to board the plane that would take him to Julliard. The next day she would leave town to attend UCLA. High school was over, and they had to live in the real world.

They were sitting on the hood of Alex's Nissan Sentra. The night sky seemed to sparkle as the couple gazed at it, holding each other as if they would never let go.

"I love you, Izzy," Alex declared, pulling a box out of his pocket. "Honey, I know you think we are too young too get married, and you're right. But I can't get on that plane without giving you this." He opened the box to reveal a plain silver ring. "It's a promise ring. It's a pre-engagement thing. I love you that much. Please promise one day you'll promise to be mine."

"Yes. But Alex, I'm already yours. I always have been, and I always will be."

She put the ring on her finger and kissed him.

***

Oceans apart, day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn’t stop the pain
I see you next to never
How can we stay forever...

Isabel turned on her computer. She squealed when she saw she had email. She clicked on the icon and pulled up her mailbox. A note from her parents, a forward from Michael, an ecard from Max, a letter from Liz, a note from her Chemistry professor.

Then she saw what she'd been looking for. She pulled the letter up.

To: "Isabel" isabel.evans1@UCLA.edu

From: "Alex" aneighthwhitman@julliard.net

Re: How Do I Love You!

Izzy,

How much do I miss you! I miss your voice, I miss your beautiful face. Heck, I just miss YOU! It's hard to be separated from the only person on earth that you could love with all the passion you possessed. But I love you that much, Iz.

That morning when you just showed up at my house and kissed me was one of the best days of my life. But the best was when we started going out. And every day after that.

I'm making friends here, and I actually have girls asking me out! Me, the nerdiest guy! But you do love me- It must be the sophistication you give me.

I am counting the days til Christmas, my love.

Alas, I am tortured by the evils of Musical Theory.....I must go study.

Love,
Alex

Isabel picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number. Dang, he wasn't there. She listened to his silly voice mail message, just to hear his voice. She couldn't wait till college was over. She needed Alex like she needed oxygen. That was all there was to that.

***

Wherever you go, whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you...

Isabel stood restlessly backstage. Alex was performing with his band, The Seventh Wave. They were Teen Idols, Grammy Winners, and constant fixtures on MTV.

Isabel usually got a surge of pride when she watched her husband on the stage. But just now, she didn't want to share him with the world. She wanted him all to herself. Was that so bad?

They had gotten married when the band took off. Both of them dropped out of school. Life was exciting for Alex, he was constantly touring and going off to different exotic places. Isabel was stuck in a mansion all by herself. Life was dull. She couldn't express her love for her husband in public, for the label was keeping his marriage a secret.

Isabel decided right then and there to leave. She still loved Alex, but the Alex she loved had been corrupted by "the biz" and wasn't there anymore. Isabel left, knowing one day she would return. She was just waiting on her Alex to return. He had to be there,she knew, somewhere.

***

I took for granted all the times
That I thought would last somehow
I hear the laughter and I taste the tears
But I can’t get near you now
Oh, can’t you see it, baby
You’ve got me goin’ crazy...

Alex pulled into Roswell. It had been ages since he had been back. He just didn't care anymore. Everything seemed to fall apart after Isabel left. The band broke up, but he soon recorded a solo album which went Diamond. He wasn't hurting, but the house was very lonely without Isabel there.

Despite all his success, he wasn't happy. Nothing made him happy- except Isabel. And he had driven her away. Part of him thought maybe she had found a way back to her planet, another thought she was kidnapped, but his sense of reality told him she left because he stunk as a husband. He stopped his car and parked right in front of the Crashdown.

The interior of the building hadn't changed much. The murals on the wall were a little different, but still recognizable. In one booth sat a brunette woman with a taller brunette man. Alex did a double take. They were Max and Liz. Max had not gotten much taller, but he had grown into some of his features which had seemed quite lanky before. Liz had gained an air of sophistication that she didn't have at eighteen. She was smiling the same old smile she'd always had, but her hair was cut shorter in a bob cut.

Alex's eyes wandered over to the next booth where a blond woman clung to a tall brunette man. He was sure his eyes bugged out when he realized who they were. The couple was not paying attention, though, for they were too engrossed in kissing each other. Maria and Michael? The woman had Maria's features, but her whole air seemed calmer. Michael seemed different too, as if he was not restless anymore.

Then he glanced at the booth over in the corner. A blond woman was trying to hide behind a menu. "Isabel" he gasped.

Wherever you go, whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you...

Isabel's breath caught when she saw him walk in the door. She grabbed the menu and cowered behind it. Then he spoke. That voice- that voice which made her melt into a molten pile of Isabel. She ran out of the booth, and right into his arms. She kissed him with the passion she had stored for seven years.

They both seemed oblivious to the four other pairs of eyes that were watching them. The kiss went on and on, uninterrupted. They both knew there were feelings, conflicting feelings that must be talked about. But they had a need- a need for each other that they could not deny. Yet they were interrupted sooner then they would have wished. A crowd of young kids ran into the cafe. They separated at the noise.

One girl, dressed in a beautiful little plaid dress with matching bows in her dark hair ran up to Isabel. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! I had so much fun at school today! We got to play with play-doh and I made a beautiful sculpture, but then dumb Steven Valenti knocked it down..." She paused when she saw Alex standing there. "Mommy, who's that?"

Isabel crouched down and hugged her daughter. "Trinity...honey, that's your daddy. Alex. Alex Whitman."

Trinity broke away from her mother and hugged her newfound father.

Alex knew there must be tears in his eyes, but he had never felt a sense of completion like this.

***

I wonder how we came so right
This romance
But in the end if I’m with you
I’ll take the chance , yeah, yeah...

He couldn't believe how perfect things were. There had been a lot of mistakes made within their lives. Isabel was stubborn, and he could be just as stubborn. Alex had never left his family after he found them again in Roswell.

There had been hard times, especially when Trinity became a teenager. But yet things were great. He was in the best position he could ever be, sitting on a deck chair by the pool with his wife, with the kids playing around them, and their close friends also there, enjoying the beautiful day.

Max and Liz were on floats in the pool, with their eyes closed, but their hands joined. Their kids, Aaron, Julia, and Phillip were playing in the pool. Aaron was 17, and was showing off the skills he had learned in his life guarding class. Julia, a carbon copy of Liz at 13, was acting like a kid, trying to evade the water spray of Michah Guerin. It wasn't working. Five year old Phillip was doggie paddling in the shallow end, under the watchful eye of Michah's twin, 15 year old Molly. Michael and Maria were supervising the grill. Madison Guerin, a wide eyed 11 year old was searching the backyard for 4 leaf clovers. The littlest Guerin, Mark, was singing "Genie in A Bottle" and totally messing up the words, at the top of his 8 year old lungs.

Alex turned his eyes to his family. Isabel was curled up beside him, rubbing sun tan oil on his back. Trinity, who was now 17, stood at the side of the pool, flirting with her boyfriend, Steven Valenti. 11 year old Claire was jumping rope on the other side of the patio. 9 year old Randy was showing his little brother, 7 year old Ryan how to pitch a "killer curveball". 3 year old Todd stayed snuggled in his mother's arms, watching the action go by.

Life was good.

***

Wherever you go, whatever you do
Ooh, I’m gonna, I’ll be, I’ll be right here waitin’ on you, yeah
Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you...

She looked at him and told him the story again. "And that is the story of how I fell in love with my husband, and the story of our life together."

He pushed a strand of white hair out of his eyes. "And you're still with him, Belle?"

"Yes, Al...I still am married to him. I deeply love him. So much. He's my lifeline. I can't go a day without him."

"That's awesome, Belle. He sure is lucky to have someone like you."

Belle nodded. "I have to go now but I will see you later, all right?"

"Bye Belle. Thanks for telling me a story. I sure was lonely. Maybe you can tell me another story later."

She walked out into the hallway. Max held his arms out to support her, and Trinity put her arms around both of them. Isabel cried against her brother's chest. When she recovered, the three walked out of the nursing home, and into the car.

Trinity sat in the backseat with her mother. "I don't get it, Mom. Why do you go there, day after day and tell him the same story over and over again?"

"Trin, It's because I love him," she said hugging her daughter. "Alzheimers is scary. Your dad isn't the person he used to be, but my Alex is still in there, somewhere, Honey. I know he is. And I have to make him remember me, us, our family, and himself, even if I have to tell him that story every afternoon to have him forget it that night. He has to remember."

***

Oh, whatever it takes, whatever you do
Wherever you go, I’ll never leave you
I’m gonna be waiting
I’ll be right here waiting for you, you...

Trinity took her teenage grandson, Kevin Valenti, out to her parents' graves. She told him their story, her voice rich and full of emotion, despite it's age. He looked at the pictures that were on the gravestone, and tried to find some resemblance to himself within those long lost persons.

And up in Heaven, A blond "princess" and her knight in shining armor smiled down on them. They were finally together, forever. Alex had died 3 years before Isabel, and he stood up in Heaven, watching her, waiting for her.

When she came, neither of them had to wait anymore.