Re: New Years Revelation (CC, I, ADULT) Ch 10, pg 5, 1-25-12
Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 4:59 am
keepsmiling/Carolyn- I’m not really sure if Max is ready to drop the A- Bomb or not. Yes it is past time, I totally agree. Way back at the fire, in the episode Toy House he had perfect opportunity, and didn’t… Isabel has been broken ever since then in this area. She has always wanted to tell her parents after the “humans” started to learn. But yep as a mother Isabel has a new focus and perspective and she NEEDS to KNOW that her daughter will be safe. Muse hasn’t answered the Jesse issue yet.
Tharos- Hopefully Isabel did get through, but we all know how Max can get, and how he was in this period so? What do you think? An impromptu visit from an Evans parent would be a wonderful idea.. Too bad my muse had other plans… If that were a possibility, I’ll bet that Isabel would have called her mom when she couldn’t find anyone else or any other help… Damn the secrets… she was about ready to go to the Emergency Room and just face whatever the consequences might be if you recall? Here is why that is not an option… in this part…
sarammlover- I agree that the parents should be told, and that things would be much easier if they were in the know… Isabel had to stand up to Max, her daughter is her ONLY priority right now… her brother and his need to hide, she doesn’t care a thing about that anymore. Jesse… Hmmm… Haven’t heard much on that front… still waiting for the answers…
Disclaimer: I in no way own the rights to Roswell or anything related to it. All rights belong to Jason Katims, 20th Century Fox, Regency Entertainment, Melinda Metz, WB and UPN. No infringement is intended. I am borrowing their awesome characters.
Perhaps in this part and in parts to come I am or will be borrowing some scenes, and I will borrow direct dialog and use altered dialog at times. This is how my stories play.
Title: New Years Revelation
Author: Mt Gazer/Velvet Skye
Category: CC/ AU
Coupling/ Character: Isabel. I/A and I/J
Rating: ADULT (right at the start)
Spoilers: Heart of Mine/ Tale of Two Parties
My muse took a dramatic detour and it gave me this. A NEW STORY.
This will be short, I don’t know how many parts but its short. It is not, nor will it become, the behemoth that is my other story.
As usual I tell Isabel’s story. This is another one entirely.
Summary: Isabel finds herself in pain one day. This is the story that unfolds from that day, and the things she learns along the way.
Maui Hawaii:
Diane Evans sat in the shade of twisted and towering palm trees in the most serene of locales; a beach in Hawaii. The morning was bright with God's brilliant artistry. The sky was painted an azure blue dotted with perfect cumulus clouds racing across the canvas. The sparkling sapphire water stretched out to the horizon meeting with that glorious sky. It was framed with lines of cirrus completing the scene with a backdrop fit for Heaven.
And she needed a little bit of Heaven right now. This was the most lavish vacation that she and Philip had ever taken, and it included all the amenities and luxuries one could wish for. No hassles, no troubles, no heartaches, nothing but the two of them, like in the days before the children. If only it were so simple.
Philip had known how heavily all the problems the kids were having had been wearing on her; their little family was fracturing at the seams. And so he had taken her on a vacation for the holidays, to steal her away from all her troubles and to ease her tears. His reasoning, their kids and their endless secrets could be ignored for a short while; there would be time enough to search them out again when they returned.
What he didn’t understand is that a mother can’t let go, and when she feels something is wrong with her family it consumes her thoughts and can’t be waylaid... And so while she was alone she worried over the kids and when she was with her husband she compartmentalized the pain, confusion, or fears and enjoyed his company as fully as she was able.
She was watching Philip trying to recapture his youth as he wobbled out on a surfboard. This was the last day of their vacation and Philip was out in the water attempting to surf. He used to be decent, but the years have marched on…. He’d been practicing all week. This was one of these times that she was alone, watching him. She shook her head as she watched him teeter, again.
Diane understood that she would enjoy herself better if she could just know that her kids were doing ok. But she was unable to shake the feeling that they weren’t. It was nothing new, their need to be secretive. They would just abandon parts of the past that they did not wish to deal with. When presented with questions about it... they claimed to know nothing of their life before them. But she had the feeling that now they had learned something, or done something, possibly even illegal. Something was acting as a catalyst to all this crazy... Something they wanted to forget, to hide, and to possibly even bury. Some dark secret... Something that was consuming them.
Speaking of secrets, she had swiped Phil’s notepad where he had started an investigation of Max. He hadn’t wanted to share it with her, but when you had a relationship like theirs, there really was no way of hiding information. She set to looking it over, every once in awhile waving to her husband. She flipped open the pages until she found her son’s name and set to reading. Letting her mind wander and recall all the events in question from her perspective.
Max: something was driving him. Where he was normally the cautious and controlled now he was the reckless and driven. And where was Tess? That was a glaring question; she had just disappeared around the same time as the Jeep. He and Liz had rekindled their relationship but now it was much more Bonnie and Clyde and fraught with danger. Never before would these two honor kids have dreamed of doing anything against the law, and yet a few months ago they’d held someone at gunpoint, and “robbed” a convenience store. Except there had been no robbery and they left over $200 in the register, there had been some other reason they went there. So Liz knew and was involved in whatever the deep dark secret was. When confronted, Max had moved out to avoid surveillance and being questioned. Crashing at Michael’s, Isabel had said. Max was gone and didn’t appear likely to return anytime soon.
So many secrets... She sighed.
Diane ran her hands through her hair and started to process, reaching into her tote bag she pulled out a marker and pens, opening to a fresh page she headed it Isabel: She wasn’t on Phil’s list of suspects, yet, to her knowledge. But Diane had a feeling that she factored in somewhere too. She had been acting weird for the last few months... everything about her seemed to have changed. And that thought made Diane feel thoroughly uneasy.
When did the changes start? She lay back on the chaise and let her thoughts wander for a few. Then she pulled up her knees, with the notes on them and resumed the list.
Avoidance: she wrote. The thing Max is part of?
She next added an event that Philip hadn’t even written in, but one that had definitely upset Isabel, had brought her more to the front and surface than Diane had ever seen before…
Alex’s Death
How does this factor?
Diane thought on this for a couple of minutes, thinking back to how Isabel had reacted. How they all had actually. She wrote behind it…
They came face to face with mortality and it shook them up!!!
She continued on that track, only taking note of Isabel post Alex’s demise…
She mourned. (Not long enough.)
Escape Plans. Isabel wants out! – San Francisco by June.
Abandoned that desire/ need to escape for some unknown reason.
She started thinking about the two of her kids during this very trying period… A chasm was forming. She continued to dwell only on Isabel; Philip already had plenty of notes on Max… Raking her hands through her hair again she sighed, reached over and took a sip of her Daiquiri and continued.
Borderline suicidal/ Extreme depression: Anhedonia, no pleasure in pleasurable things. (All during this shaky period; so it might not be relative.)
But:
Split/Altered personality.
Openly Defiant.
Diane then began to think on the new school year… Isabel had started at the community college… First of all, that was the last type of school that she had wanted to attend, but something had happened to change her mind.
New rift in the kids.…
She continued, this was somewhat how Phil’s paper looked but his was sprinkled with anecdotes and dates, things she didn’t have, off hand… Here was the perfect example of the male and female minds at work… Phil was looking at everything logically and analytically. She had no dates, no exact timings, all she had was her gut feelings, and emotions… and she used them to compile her list… And the more she read, the more she remembered, the more she flipped between the kids research, the more she opened her eyes to the fact that she had been missing something…
Isabel was not even herself anymore. Something major was bothering her. Something was very wrong… How could she have missed it? More to the point what was it? A question that she still did not know.
Needing permanence in relationship. Jesse/Rebound. (Not my daughter before Alex’ death. Lived for the moment. Now demands long term.)
Complete change of being… her dress, hair, attitude, and lost weight. Moody. Abrasive. Sensitive. And sometimes downright emotional.
She stopped jotting and started thinking about how Isabel had been acting lately. She had thrown herself at Philip’s newest member of the law team, Jesse Ramirez. He was the most promising stability that had entered her life since Alex had died and she and Max had gone to war. She remembered how nervous and or fearful Isabel had been when trying to tell her and Philip that she was engaged. Not the best way to break “really good news” as she had called it at that time. And in truly defiant fashion Isabel had married him against anyone’s better judgment a little over a month ago, after having known him four months in total. They’d had no time to get to know each other. It was a total rebound from Alex. Isabel was deluding herself, trying to make herself happy again. Trying to find pleasure in anything.
Diane was starting to wonder if Alex’s death was the trigger for Isabel’s descent into madness. Phil was working on the Max/Tess angle… but no one was looking at this broken girl. Until now.
She took a longer draught of the drink… she was going to need something more soon… this was not a pleasant trip down memory lane. Diane couldn’t help but think that both her kids had raced to get out of the house for different reasons, but reasons of escape nonetheless. Was Alex’s death the singular event that had fractured their little family? Was it even a factor? No amount of copious notes, or even Philip’s board of suspicion was making sense of all the crazy that they had all been thrown into lately.
And so here she was soaking in the sun on the PERFECT Hawaiian getaway and not able to enjoy it. Not until she KNEW that the kids were ok. She jotted one more note, sitting up fully and laying the pad on her chair… “What is Isabel hiding?!?!” Angrily punctuating the question marks and exclamation points.
The thing about secrets is that they have ways of coming out... of revealing themselves, no matter how deeply buried or concealed that they seem.
Diane’s phone rang...
TBC….
Tharos- Hopefully Isabel did get through, but we all know how Max can get, and how he was in this period so? What do you think? An impromptu visit from an Evans parent would be a wonderful idea.. Too bad my muse had other plans… If that were a possibility, I’ll bet that Isabel would have called her mom when she couldn’t find anyone else or any other help… Damn the secrets… she was about ready to go to the Emergency Room and just face whatever the consequences might be if you recall? Here is why that is not an option… in this part…
sarammlover- I agree that the parents should be told, and that things would be much easier if they were in the know… Isabel had to stand up to Max, her daughter is her ONLY priority right now… her brother and his need to hide, she doesn’t care a thing about that anymore. Jesse… Hmmm… Haven’t heard much on that front… still waiting for the answers…
Disclaimer: I in no way own the rights to Roswell or anything related to it. All rights belong to Jason Katims, 20th Century Fox, Regency Entertainment, Melinda Metz, WB and UPN. No infringement is intended. I am borrowing their awesome characters.
Perhaps in this part and in parts to come I am or will be borrowing some scenes, and I will borrow direct dialog and use altered dialog at times. This is how my stories play.
Title: New Years Revelation
Author: Mt Gazer/Velvet Skye
Category: CC/ AU
Coupling/ Character: Isabel. I/A and I/J
Rating: ADULT (right at the start)
Spoilers: Heart of Mine/ Tale of Two Parties
My muse took a dramatic detour and it gave me this. A NEW STORY.
This will be short, I don’t know how many parts but its short. It is not, nor will it become, the behemoth that is my other story.
As usual I tell Isabel’s story. This is another one entirely.
Summary: Isabel finds herself in pain one day. This is the story that unfolds from that day, and the things she learns along the way.
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New Years Revelation
Chapter Ten
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New Years Revelation
Chapter Ten
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Maui Hawaii:
Diane Evans sat in the shade of twisted and towering palm trees in the most serene of locales; a beach in Hawaii. The morning was bright with God's brilliant artistry. The sky was painted an azure blue dotted with perfect cumulus clouds racing across the canvas. The sparkling sapphire water stretched out to the horizon meeting with that glorious sky. It was framed with lines of cirrus completing the scene with a backdrop fit for Heaven.
And she needed a little bit of Heaven right now. This was the most lavish vacation that she and Philip had ever taken, and it included all the amenities and luxuries one could wish for. No hassles, no troubles, no heartaches, nothing but the two of them, like in the days before the children. If only it were so simple.
Philip had known how heavily all the problems the kids were having had been wearing on her; their little family was fracturing at the seams. And so he had taken her on a vacation for the holidays, to steal her away from all her troubles and to ease her tears. His reasoning, their kids and their endless secrets could be ignored for a short while; there would be time enough to search them out again when they returned.
What he didn’t understand is that a mother can’t let go, and when she feels something is wrong with her family it consumes her thoughts and can’t be waylaid... And so while she was alone she worried over the kids and when she was with her husband she compartmentalized the pain, confusion, or fears and enjoyed his company as fully as she was able.
She was watching Philip trying to recapture his youth as he wobbled out on a surfboard. This was the last day of their vacation and Philip was out in the water attempting to surf. He used to be decent, but the years have marched on…. He’d been practicing all week. This was one of these times that she was alone, watching him. She shook her head as she watched him teeter, again.
Diane understood that she would enjoy herself better if she could just know that her kids were doing ok. But she was unable to shake the feeling that they weren’t. It was nothing new, their need to be secretive. They would just abandon parts of the past that they did not wish to deal with. When presented with questions about it... they claimed to know nothing of their life before them. But she had the feeling that now they had learned something, or done something, possibly even illegal. Something was acting as a catalyst to all this crazy... Something they wanted to forget, to hide, and to possibly even bury. Some dark secret... Something that was consuming them.
Speaking of secrets, she had swiped Phil’s notepad where he had started an investigation of Max. He hadn’t wanted to share it with her, but when you had a relationship like theirs, there really was no way of hiding information. She set to looking it over, every once in awhile waving to her husband. She flipped open the pages until she found her son’s name and set to reading. Letting her mind wander and recall all the events in question from her perspective.
Max: something was driving him. Where he was normally the cautious and controlled now he was the reckless and driven. And where was Tess? That was a glaring question; she had just disappeared around the same time as the Jeep. He and Liz had rekindled their relationship but now it was much more Bonnie and Clyde and fraught with danger. Never before would these two honor kids have dreamed of doing anything against the law, and yet a few months ago they’d held someone at gunpoint, and “robbed” a convenience store. Except there had been no robbery and they left over $200 in the register, there had been some other reason they went there. So Liz knew and was involved in whatever the deep dark secret was. When confronted, Max had moved out to avoid surveillance and being questioned. Crashing at Michael’s, Isabel had said. Max was gone and didn’t appear likely to return anytime soon.
So many secrets... She sighed.
Diane ran her hands through her hair and started to process, reaching into her tote bag she pulled out a marker and pens, opening to a fresh page she headed it Isabel: She wasn’t on Phil’s list of suspects, yet, to her knowledge. But Diane had a feeling that she factored in somewhere too. She had been acting weird for the last few months... everything about her seemed to have changed. And that thought made Diane feel thoroughly uneasy.
When did the changes start? She lay back on the chaise and let her thoughts wander for a few. Then she pulled up her knees, with the notes on them and resumed the list.
Avoidance: she wrote. The thing Max is part of?
She next added an event that Philip hadn’t even written in, but one that had definitely upset Isabel, had brought her more to the front and surface than Diane had ever seen before…
Alex’s Death
How does this factor?
Diane thought on this for a couple of minutes, thinking back to how Isabel had reacted. How they all had actually. She wrote behind it…
They came face to face with mortality and it shook them up!!!
She continued on that track, only taking note of Isabel post Alex’s demise…
She mourned. (Not long enough.)
Escape Plans. Isabel wants out! – San Francisco by June.
Abandoned that desire/ need to escape for some unknown reason.
She started thinking about the two of her kids during this very trying period… A chasm was forming. She continued to dwell only on Isabel; Philip already had plenty of notes on Max… Raking her hands through her hair again she sighed, reached over and took a sip of her Daiquiri and continued.
Borderline suicidal/ Extreme depression: Anhedonia, no pleasure in pleasurable things. (All during this shaky period; so it might not be relative.)
But:
Split/Altered personality.
Openly Defiant.
Diane then began to think on the new school year… Isabel had started at the community college… First of all, that was the last type of school that she had wanted to attend, but something had happened to change her mind.
New rift in the kids.…
She continued, this was somewhat how Phil’s paper looked but his was sprinkled with anecdotes and dates, things she didn’t have, off hand… Here was the perfect example of the male and female minds at work… Phil was looking at everything logically and analytically. She had no dates, no exact timings, all she had was her gut feelings, and emotions… and she used them to compile her list… And the more she read, the more she remembered, the more she flipped between the kids research, the more she opened her eyes to the fact that she had been missing something…
Isabel was not even herself anymore. Something major was bothering her. Something was very wrong… How could she have missed it? More to the point what was it? A question that she still did not know.
Needing permanence in relationship. Jesse/Rebound. (Not my daughter before Alex’ death. Lived for the moment. Now demands long term.)
Complete change of being… her dress, hair, attitude, and lost weight. Moody. Abrasive. Sensitive. And sometimes downright emotional.
She stopped jotting and started thinking about how Isabel had been acting lately. She had thrown herself at Philip’s newest member of the law team, Jesse Ramirez. He was the most promising stability that had entered her life since Alex had died and she and Max had gone to war. She remembered how nervous and or fearful Isabel had been when trying to tell her and Philip that she was engaged. Not the best way to break “really good news” as she had called it at that time. And in truly defiant fashion Isabel had married him against anyone’s better judgment a little over a month ago, after having known him four months in total. They’d had no time to get to know each other. It was a total rebound from Alex. Isabel was deluding herself, trying to make herself happy again. Trying to find pleasure in anything.
Diane was starting to wonder if Alex’s death was the trigger for Isabel’s descent into madness. Phil was working on the Max/Tess angle… but no one was looking at this broken girl. Until now.
She took a longer draught of the drink… she was going to need something more soon… this was not a pleasant trip down memory lane. Diane couldn’t help but think that both her kids had raced to get out of the house for different reasons, but reasons of escape nonetheless. Was Alex’s death the singular event that had fractured their little family? Was it even a factor? No amount of copious notes, or even Philip’s board of suspicion was making sense of all the crazy that they had all been thrown into lately.
And so here she was soaking in the sun on the PERFECT Hawaiian getaway and not able to enjoy it. Not until she KNEW that the kids were ok. She jotted one more note, sitting up fully and laying the pad on her chair… “What is Isabel hiding?!?!” Angrily punctuating the question marks and exclamation points.
The thing about secrets is that they have ways of coming out... of revealing themselves, no matter how deeply buried or concealed that they seem.
Diane’s phone rang...
TBC….