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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT:
Max pulled up in his car, with Maria, Alex, and Tess, along with him. They pulled up to see Kyle, Isabel, Liz, and Michael, hovered over someone laying on the ground. To their shock, they saw it was Sheriff Valenti.
"MAX!" screamed Kyle. "MY DAD!! HELP HIM, PLEASE!!"
For a split second, Max's memory flashed back to a time seemingly an age ago, when Kyle was the one who was shot and the Sheriff was asking Max to save him. Now, the roles were reversed. Max moved immediately to Sheriff Valenti's side.
He reached out and touched the wounded man, using his powers to try and heal the damage. It was extremely difficult. The Sheriff was greatly weakened, and the blood loss was severe. Max wasn't sure for a few moments whether or not he could heal the Sheriff. But, finally, Valenti's wounds closed, and the man's breath became stronger, more even. Max fell backwards onto the ground, exhausted after healing his friend. Liz knelt down beside him, and put her arms around him.
Kyle pulled his Father up into his arms, and held him tight. "I love you, Dad," said Kyle.
Tess knelt down beside them, and laid her head on her Father-in-law's chest. "I love you, Daddy," she said.
"I love you both, too," said the Sheriff. Then, he looked at Max. "Thank you," he said.
Max nodded with a smile.
Alex and Isabel were holding each other tight, both glad to see the other was alright. "You had me worried there," said Isabel. "I thought that it might have..."
"Shh," said Alex. "I'm okay. You're okay. Its over. Our lives...can get back to normal. Well, what passes for normal in Roswell."
Alex brought his lips down to Isabel's, and captured them in a passionate kiss. Then, he whispered. "I love you."
Isabel smiled. "I love you, too."
**
Three Years Later:
Isabel sat in front of the mirror in her bathroom, checking the finishing touches on her makeup. She then went to fix a piece of her hair that was sticking up out of place. When the hair wouldn't stay down, she used her powers to put it in place, smiling with satisfaction.
"You are the envy of every woman who has ever had a bad hair day," said a voice from behind her.
Isabel turned around and saw her husband smiling at her. He was dressed in a tuxedo, making him look even more handsome than usual to Isabel. She, herself, was wearing a stunning red and black dress, similar to one she had seen herself wear in a dream Alex had long ago, long before they were married, before they even really knew each other well.
"Max and Liz have the kids in tow?" she asked.
"Yep," said Alex. "They've got their hands full. Kevin, Amanda, and Charlie, plus Lisa and Emily along for the ride."
"They've got them all, just the two of them?" asked Isabel, with a look of sympathy.
"Yeah, well, they're meeting up with Michael and Maria," said Alex. "When Lisa heard that Kevin and Amanda were having a sleepover with Charlie, she had to go, too. You know Lisa and Kevin-inseparable. Then, of course, Emily heard, and didn't want to be left out, so..."
"Max and Liz are going to get us for this," said Isabel. "I know it."
"They understand," said Alex, coming over and pulling Isabel gently out of her grooming chair and into his arms. "After all, our tenth anniversary only comes once, and I intend for this to be a very special night."
"You know, I still say we could have just as much fun staying in," said Isabel, running her fingers through Alex's collar. "And being...not so DRESSED, if you get my drift."
"You are SO HORNEY, aren't you?" asked Alex, pulling her closer and kissing her.
"Only for you," she said, kissing him back.
"Come on," said Alex. "Let's go for dinner, so we can get back for desert."
The couple made their way downstairs and went outside. Isabel smiled when she saw the huge limousine Alex had rented. The driver opened the back doors for them, and closed them again when the couple was inside. They rode in the back, cuddled together in comfortable silence, as the driver took them to their destination. Isabel still did not know where they were going. Alex only said it was a surprise. She was surprised when she saw they were pulling into the parking lot of West Roswell High School.
"We're going to school for our anniversary?" asked Isabel, with a chuckle.
"You'll see," said Alex.
The limo came to a stop, and the driver was soon opening the doors for them. Alex and Isabel got out and went into the opened doors to the school. They saw the principle, a good friend of Alex's boss, who shook their hands as they went in.
"Good God," said Isabel. "Seeing this place brings back memories."
"There's your locker," said Alex, pointing it out, as they made their way down the hallway.
They came to the doors of the music room. Alex opened them, and revealed a room transformed into something like a lounge. Bathed in candlelight, the room had one table with two place settings, and a dance floor sectioned off. Isabel recognized the scene.
"I can't believe you did this," said Isabel. "How...why..."
"Because you have made all my dreams come true," said Alex. "And now, I wanted to literally make my first dream of you we shared come true."
"I guess the only thing missing is Save Ferris playing our song," said Isabel.
"Think again," said Alex. Then, he called out. "We're ready!"
A light came on, and revealed a band, complete with instruments, in a corner of the room. Isabel recognized them.
"SAVE FERRIS!" she said, with a yelp. "But...they broke up a few years ago!"
"Well, remember Bobby Leeland?" said Alex.
"Yeah, he used to be in your band in High School," said Isabel.
"Well, now he is a record producer," said Alex. "And guess who one of the bands is that played for his company's label?"
"Save Ferris," said Isabel.
"Yep," said Alex. "He arranged this little reunion of theirs, for us. Of course, its costing me a pretty penny, but nothing we can't afford."
"That's my Alex 'War Bucks' Whitman," said Isabel. "Good thing that company you work for pays you what your worth."
The band started to play. Alex stepped forward, and held out his hand.
Isabel smiled. "Hello Alex," she said.
"Hello," he replied.
"Thank you for inviting me," she said.
"My pleasure," he replied.
He took her hand, and they began to dance, just as they had in a dream of Alex's long ago, one that Isabel had peaked in on. In the background, the band played.
" 'I've been watching you and all you do, for quite some time.
Knowing all the ins and outs of you, should have known what's on your mind.'"
As they danced, Isabel brought back the memory of his dream, so she could continue to mimic what was said.
"What do you really think of me?" she asked.
"That beneath that beautiful exterior, is an even more beautiful interior," said Alex in reply. "But I'd bet most people don't get to see that interior, do they?"
"No, they don't," she said, a tear falling down her cheek.
"You're just afraid to show who you really are," said Alex. "But you can show me."
"I can," she said with a smile.
"Yeah," he said.
They continued to dance to the music.
" 'So let me IN, oh please tonight!
Don't let this END, tonight!'"
Then, Alex and Isabel looked deeply into each others eyes. "Thank you, Isabel," said Alex. "For letting me into your life. For letting me see you, all of who you are. Thank you...for being my wife, for being the love of my life. For our children, for our life together. Happy tenth anniversary, Isabel Whitman."
Isabel leaned in, tears of joy streaming down her face, as she kissed her husband tenderly. He pulled her close to him, and she cuddled up in Alex's strong, warm, protective embrace.
"I love you, Alex Whitman," she whispered. "Thank you for showing me where I belong. For showing me...we belong together."
The End
Yes, ladies and gentlemen-that's the end of the story. Hey, thirty-eight chapters later, I'd say the story has had a good run. And yes, I know Alex and Isabel might not remember exactly what was said in a dream 12 years before, but...this is my story, so I say they DID!
Seriously, folks...I can't thank all of you enough for reading "We Belong Together". This story had a lot of twists and turns to it, but you stuck through it all the way to the end. Thank you for reading, and please do leave any final thoughts you may have about the story in a review. I'd love to hear any final feedback you may have. By the way-I've got some ideas for some more Alex/Isabel stories, since I think there should be more out there and they are still my favorite Roswell couple, so be on the lookout for them. Until then...so long from my granolith chamber.....Ian K.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT:
Max pulled up in his car, with Maria, Alex, and Tess, along with him. They pulled up to see Kyle, Isabel, Liz, and Michael, hovered over someone laying on the ground. To their shock, they saw it was Sheriff Valenti.
"MAX!" screamed Kyle. "MY DAD!! HELP HIM, PLEASE!!"
For a split second, Max's memory flashed back to a time seemingly an age ago, when Kyle was the one who was shot and the Sheriff was asking Max to save him. Now, the roles were reversed. Max moved immediately to Sheriff Valenti's side.
He reached out and touched the wounded man, using his powers to try and heal the damage. It was extremely difficult. The Sheriff was greatly weakened, and the blood loss was severe. Max wasn't sure for a few moments whether or not he could heal the Sheriff. But, finally, Valenti's wounds closed, and the man's breath became stronger, more even. Max fell backwards onto the ground, exhausted after healing his friend. Liz knelt down beside him, and put her arms around him.
Kyle pulled his Father up into his arms, and held him tight. "I love you, Dad," said Kyle.
Tess knelt down beside them, and laid her head on her Father-in-law's chest. "I love you, Daddy," she said.
"I love you both, too," said the Sheriff. Then, he looked at Max. "Thank you," he said.
Max nodded with a smile.
Alex and Isabel were holding each other tight, both glad to see the other was alright. "You had me worried there," said Isabel. "I thought that it might have..."
"Shh," said Alex. "I'm okay. You're okay. Its over. Our lives...can get back to normal. Well, what passes for normal in Roswell."
Alex brought his lips down to Isabel's, and captured them in a passionate kiss. Then, he whispered. "I love you."
Isabel smiled. "I love you, too."
**
Three Years Later:
Isabel sat in front of the mirror in her bathroom, checking the finishing touches on her makeup. She then went to fix a piece of her hair that was sticking up out of place. When the hair wouldn't stay down, she used her powers to put it in place, smiling with satisfaction.
"You are the envy of every woman who has ever had a bad hair day," said a voice from behind her.
Isabel turned around and saw her husband smiling at her. He was dressed in a tuxedo, making him look even more handsome than usual to Isabel. She, herself, was wearing a stunning red and black dress, similar to one she had seen herself wear in a dream Alex had long ago, long before they were married, before they even really knew each other well.
"Max and Liz have the kids in tow?" she asked.
"Yep," said Alex. "They've got their hands full. Kevin, Amanda, and Charlie, plus Lisa and Emily along for the ride."
"They've got them all, just the two of them?" asked Isabel, with a look of sympathy.
"Yeah, well, they're meeting up with Michael and Maria," said Alex. "When Lisa heard that Kevin and Amanda were having a sleepover with Charlie, she had to go, too. You know Lisa and Kevin-inseparable. Then, of course, Emily heard, and didn't want to be left out, so..."
"Max and Liz are going to get us for this," said Isabel. "I know it."
"They understand," said Alex, coming over and pulling Isabel gently out of her grooming chair and into his arms. "After all, our tenth anniversary only comes once, and I intend for this to be a very special night."
"You know, I still say we could have just as much fun staying in," said Isabel, running her fingers through Alex's collar. "And being...not so DRESSED, if you get my drift."
"You are SO HORNEY, aren't you?" asked Alex, pulling her closer and kissing her.
"Only for you," she said, kissing him back.
"Come on," said Alex. "Let's go for dinner, so we can get back for desert."
The couple made their way downstairs and went outside. Isabel smiled when she saw the huge limousine Alex had rented. The driver opened the back doors for them, and closed them again when the couple was inside. They rode in the back, cuddled together in comfortable silence, as the driver took them to their destination. Isabel still did not know where they were going. Alex only said it was a surprise. She was surprised when she saw they were pulling into the parking lot of West Roswell High School.
"We're going to school for our anniversary?" asked Isabel, with a chuckle.
"You'll see," said Alex.
The limo came to a stop, and the driver was soon opening the doors for them. Alex and Isabel got out and went into the opened doors to the school. They saw the principle, a good friend of Alex's boss, who shook their hands as they went in.
"Good God," said Isabel. "Seeing this place brings back memories."
"There's your locker," said Alex, pointing it out, as they made their way down the hallway.
They came to the doors of the music room. Alex opened them, and revealed a room transformed into something like a lounge. Bathed in candlelight, the room had one table with two place settings, and a dance floor sectioned off. Isabel recognized the scene.
"I can't believe you did this," said Isabel. "How...why..."
"Because you have made all my dreams come true," said Alex. "And now, I wanted to literally make my first dream of you we shared come true."
"I guess the only thing missing is Save Ferris playing our song," said Isabel.
"Think again," said Alex. Then, he called out. "We're ready!"
A light came on, and revealed a band, complete with instruments, in a corner of the room. Isabel recognized them.
"SAVE FERRIS!" she said, with a yelp. "But...they broke up a few years ago!"
"Well, remember Bobby Leeland?" said Alex.
"Yeah, he used to be in your band in High School," said Isabel.
"Well, now he is a record producer," said Alex. "And guess who one of the bands is that played for his company's label?"
"Save Ferris," said Isabel.
"Yep," said Alex. "He arranged this little reunion of theirs, for us. Of course, its costing me a pretty penny, but nothing we can't afford."
"That's my Alex 'War Bucks' Whitman," said Isabel. "Good thing that company you work for pays you what your worth."
The band started to play. Alex stepped forward, and held out his hand.
Isabel smiled. "Hello Alex," she said.
"Hello," he replied.
"Thank you for inviting me," she said.
"My pleasure," he replied.
He took her hand, and they began to dance, just as they had in a dream of Alex's long ago, one that Isabel had peaked in on. In the background, the band played.
" 'I've been watching you and all you do, for quite some time.
Knowing all the ins and outs of you, should have known what's on your mind.'"
As they danced, Isabel brought back the memory of his dream, so she could continue to mimic what was said.
"What do you really think of me?" she asked.
"That beneath that beautiful exterior, is an even more beautiful interior," said Alex in reply. "But I'd bet most people don't get to see that interior, do they?"
"No, they don't," she said, a tear falling down her cheek.
"You're just afraid to show who you really are," said Alex. "But you can show me."
"I can," she said with a smile.
"Yeah," he said.
They continued to dance to the music.
" 'So let me IN, oh please tonight!
Don't let this END, tonight!'"
Then, Alex and Isabel looked deeply into each others eyes. "Thank you, Isabel," said Alex. "For letting me into your life. For letting me see you, all of who you are. Thank you...for being my wife, for being the love of my life. For our children, for our life together. Happy tenth anniversary, Isabel Whitman."
Isabel leaned in, tears of joy streaming down her face, as she kissed her husband tenderly. He pulled her close to him, and she cuddled up in Alex's strong, warm, protective embrace.
"I love you, Alex Whitman," she whispered. "Thank you for showing me where I belong. For showing me...we belong together."
The End
Yes, ladies and gentlemen-that's the end of the story. Hey, thirty-eight chapters later, I'd say the story has had a good run. And yes, I know Alex and Isabel might not remember exactly what was said in a dream 12 years before, but...this is my story, so I say they DID!
Seriously, folks...I can't thank all of you enough for reading "We Belong Together". This story had a lot of twists and turns to it, but you stuck through it all the way to the end. Thank you for reading, and please do leave any final thoughts you may have about the story in a review. I'd love to hear any final feedback you may have. By the way-I've got some ideas for some more Alex/Isabel stories, since I think there should be more out there and they are still my favorite Roswell couple, so be on the lookout for them. Until then...so long from my granolith chamber.....Ian K.