Title: Twist of Fate
Author: Lori R 4/02
Email: Gussywussy55@y...
Category: Michael/Isabel/Kyle
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: These characters are not owned by me. I
borrow them for my own enjoyment, and no infringement
is intended.
Feedback: Yes please, even if you don't like it. I
like to know what works and what doesn't.
Summary: Circumstances make the characters turn to
others for relief. This fic will either make you happy
or sad, depending on who ship Isabel with the most.


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It was early evening, and Isabel was on her way home
from a shopping trip with her mother. 
Diane Evans seemed to think that shopping would help
Isabel deal with her divorce from Jesse. After all
Isabel's philosophy used to be that shopping could
make just about any situation better. But that was
before Isabel, Max, and Michael had shared their
secret of being aliens with humans, and now Isabel
hadn't the heart to tell her mother that no amount of
shopping was going to help her deal with the mistake
she had made in marrying Jesse. They had been
divorced almost a year now, and Isabel still still
felt the weight of that mistake. 
As Isabel half listened to her mother go on about the
new dress Isabel had bought a motorcycle came roaring
out of a liquor store parking lot cutting Isabel off,
causing her to swirve to avoid a collision.
"Isabel, wasn't that Michael?" asked her mother as she
clutched the dash board, and looked at the motorcycle
speeding off.
Isabel's eyes followed the motorcycle, and though it
was distant she knew her mother was right. The hairs
stood up on the back of her neck as she said, "No, no
I think you were mistaken Mom."
"Are you sure? It really looked like Michael," Diane 
questioned again.
"I'm sure. Let's get you home. It's been a really long
day," said Isabel nervously as she proceded to take
her mother home. 

After she dropped her mother off, Isabel headed to
Michael's.
The motorcycle was not visible, but Max's car was so
she knocked and entered the apartment.
"Max!" Isabel called out.
Max entered from the open back door at the sound of
Isabel's voice.
"Isabel! What's the matter?" he asked seeing her
agitation.
"Max, Michael's gone off, and I think he's drinking!"
said Isabel anixously, her hands shaking at recalling
what the others said had happened the last time
Michael drank.
Max frowned. "How do you know Isabel? Did you see
him?"
Isabel nodded quickly as she paced. "Yes, Mom and I
both did as we came back in to town! He pulled out in
front of us on his motorcycle almost causing a wreck!
Max, what do we do?"
Max agreed with Isabel that Michael drinking was
serious. "Which direction did he take?"
"South I think. Max, we have to find him! We have
too!"
Max looked at Isabel.
"I can try Isabel, but not knowing exactly where he
went will make it hard." He slammed his hand down on
the counter. "Michael just doesn't think! If someone
finds him while he's like this who knows what will
happen. He could endanger all of us!"
"Max, something had to have happened to make him drink
when he knows he can't. He wouldn't do it otherwise,"
said Isabel in Michael's defense. 
"He may think he has a reason Isabel, but that doesn't
excuse his behavior. Besides we can't always go
running off to clean up his messes. We aren't his
parents Isabel," said Max as he tried to think of
where Michael could have gone.
Tears formed in Isabel's eyes at Max's words. 
"I know that Max, but I also know we need to find him.
Please Max, find him," pleaded Isabel.
Max looked at her.
"Why are you always so eager to jump to his rescue
when he does things like this Isabel? He puts us all
at risk with these stunts of his."
Isabel turned away. "I don't know. Maybe because we've
all always needed each other, relied on each
other...or maybe it's just because we love each
other."
Max scratched his neck as he searched the counter for
his keys.
"I know, but this has got to stop," he said with a
weary sigh.
Isabel turned to face to him as she hugged her arms
around herself.
One look at her face told Max she was really worried
for Michael's safety.
Max headed for the door and then turning said, "I
will try and find him Isabel, but I can't promise
anything."
"I know," said Isabel quietly.
Max nodded and then left. Isabel began to cry as she
wondered what mess Michael was into now?

*********

Michael drove around for hours with the bottle of
liquor in his bag. 
How could she do this to him again? He had given
everything up for her. Changed who he was for her, and
she had thrown it all away to go to New York to see if
she could make it with a new label.
Michael looked around, and knew there was only place
he could go. 

**********

Isabel picked up the phone to call Kyle again. 
He hated cell phones, but did concede to using an
answering machine because of work. Isabel had left
several messages asking if he had seen Michael. 
Kyle was her closest confidant since Alex had died,
laughing with her to keep her spirits up, and lending
her a shoulder when she was down. He had been there
when she fought to marry Jesse, and again when Jesse
had left her. Plus lately she had realized she was
developing feelings for Kyle that went deeper, so it
was without a second thought that she would call him
now that Michael had apparently gone off the deep end.

The door to her apartment opened and Max entered
looking tired and worried.
"Isabel, I looked everywhere. He doesn't want to be
found, and it's too dark to keep looking. I'll try
again tomorrow," said Max. Michael could really hurt
himself or someone else if he was drinking. The last
time he drank he was in so much pain, and with no one
to help him who knows what he would do.
Isabel ran a hand threw her hair. "Max, please...."
"No Isabel, I can't. Not tonight. I'm worried too, but
I just don't know which way he went. I tried the
desert, the reservation, Frazier Woods, I just don't
know!" Max said with frustration.
Isabel slowly nodded her head and Max hugged her to
him, kissing her head before leaving.

Isabel thoughts were on Michael when she entered her
room, and turned on the lights. She gasped as saw the
man of her thoughts sitting on the side of her bed.
"Michael! Oh gawd you scared me!" cried Isabel
clutching her hand to her chest. She did a quick once
over of Michael with her eyes, satisfying herself that
he had not been drinking, and was at least physically
okay.
"I was waiting for Max to leave. I heard you two say
he was looking for me, and I didn't feel like a
lecture from him," said Michael as he stood up.
Isabel stepped towards him saying, "Michael, do you
realize you almost caused a wreck today when you
pulled out of that liquor store?"
Michael looked at her surprised that she knew where he
had been. "How do you know?"
"Mom and I saw you. Michael, what were you thinking?
You know we can't handle liquor!" said Isabel sharply,
her fear for Michael adding bite to her words.
"Maria left me Isabel," said Michael quetly as he sat
back down, his shoulders slumped in dejection.
"Again?" said Isabel sighing. This on and off
relationship of Michael and Maria's was tiresome as
well as emotionally hard on Isabel. She hated how he
allowed himself to be treated by Maria.
"It's for good this time Isabel. She's...she's moved
to New York permenently," Michael said, his voice
wavering.
"What?" Isabel couldn't believe it.
"She doesn't want me in her life anymore. And this
time she means it," Michael said, wiping at his eyes
while trying to appear not too.
Isabel raised her hands to Michael's hair. 
"Michael, I'm sorry." And the truth was she meant it.
As much as she wanted Michael to drop Maria and the
whole seesaw relationship for good, she wanted him
happy too.
Isabel's touch comforted Michael, and he rested his
head on her belly, his arms going around her waist.
"Why won't she love me Isabel? Why is it everything I
do for her is just not good enough?"

Isabel felt a tear fall slowly down her cheek at his
words. Why indeed? She knew just how he felt. Like
Michael, no matter what she had done it wasn't good
enough for the one she had chosen as her mate here on
Earth. Old feelings resurfaced and enveloped her as
Isabel remembered how she had tried to be the perfect
wife to Jesse, but their marriage had been a mistake
from the start, built on lies and deception that Jesse
couldn't get past. Once Jesse had found out she was
alien he couldn't live with the knowledge. He had not
wanted Isabel to touch him, and he couldn't stand to
be in the room with her as if she would grow another
head or zap him. They had parted not quickly enough to
suit Jesse. But Michael and Maria, well Michael may
not have the finesse of most guys, but he had tried
really hard to be what Maria termed 'the ideal
boyfriend', and still he was not her ideal.

Isabel's hands caressed Michael's head as she felt his
tears through her shirt, his arms tightening around
her waist as he poured out his grief.
No wonder he had turned to drink, but from all
appearances he hadn't taken one yet.
Instead he had come here to her, to someone he knew
wouldn't reject him.
"Can I stay here?" he asked her, looking up with eyes
full of pain. "Max waiting to lecture me isn't exactly
what I need right now if I go home," said Michael
rubbing the dampness on his face.
"Sure, I'll get you a blanket and pillow," said Isabel
heading to her closet. 
"Here on the floor by your bed is fine," said Michael
as he pulled off his shoes and dropped to the floor.
"What? Michael, you don't have to sleep there, I can
make up the sofa for you," said Isabel.
Michael stood up as he realized that his request to
sleep on her floor was not appropriate no matter how
close they were as friends. 
"I guess we've out grown me sleeping on your floor.
The sofa's fine." He gathered his shoes and made to
leave the room.
Isabel could see Michael didn't want to be alone, and
truth be told she didn't want to be alone either, so
she said, "The floor is all yours Michael."
His slight smile and nodded head showed his
appreciation.
As Michael settled back down on the floor, Isabel went
about her own night time routine, and soon was tucked
in her bed with the lights out.
"Isabel?" came Michael's voice in the dark.
"Yeah?" she answered, her arms behind her head on the
pillow.
"Thanks."
Isabel turned over and looked down at Michael on the
floor.
"Anytime Michael," she said softly. Knowing he was
nearby comforted her. She hated being alone. Kyle
sometimes stayed , and slept on the couch because she
hated the emptiness. And tonight after seeing
Michael's despair she was revisiting her own old
feelings of depression that she had felt when Jesse
left her. 
She knew she was better off without him, but that
didn't make this feeling go away.
She lay her head down on her arm, and though she
didn't think it possible she was soon asleep knowing
Michael was near.

Michael lay there in the dark listening to Isabel's
soft breathing as she slept. No matter how many screw
ups he made, Isabel never turned her back on him. She
got really pissed at him, and never hesitated to say
so, but she never turned her back on him. In fact if
he and Maria had not gotten together there was no
doubt in his mind that he and Isabel would have been
together just as their dreams had shown.
Maria.
Michael's pain over Maria's leaving him tortured him.
He was through being what she wanted. From now on he
would do what pleased him, not her. 
He turned on his side to get more comfortable, and his
eyes fell on his backpack. Slowly he sat up with eyes
fixed on the pack pulling it towards him. He opened
it, his hands going directly to the bottle that was
inside. 
One drink. That's all he would take to forget how
Maria had stomped on his heart again. He was here with
Isabel, and nothing bad would happen if he took one
drink to forget.
Opening the bottle, Michael took a long drink and
replaced the top. The effects were immediate.
He felt warm and tingley all over, and everything
about his senses and emotions seemed to be super
enhanced. 
He looked over at the bed, and saw Isabel laying there
as she slept with the sheet down around her hips, one
hand near her face the other draped over her hip. She
had a natural beauty that didn't need make up, and he
always wondered why she wore it. He watched as she
stretched a bit as she turned over in the bed, and
sighed.
Isabel who loved him no matter what mistakes he made.
That was his undoing. He was no longer in control of
his emotions or actions. The alcohol had taken over.
Michael stood up and stipped off his shirt and pants,
and lifting the sheet on the bed he moved in beside
Isabel.
Isabel woke to the movement in her bed.
"Michael?" she asked sleepily. "Is something wrong?"
Michael moved closer to her, and wrapped his arm
around her pulling her to him.
"No," said Michael in a whisper as he began to kiss
her lightly on the mouth.
Isabel awakened fully as she realized that Michael was
naked. She pushed on his chest.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" she asked him. Then she ran
her tongue over her lips and said, "You've been
drinking haven't you?"
Michael pulled her back to him.
"Just a sip that's all," he mumbled as he nuzzled her
neck. A hand stole to her breast kneading it,
illiciting an unbidden moan from Isabel.
"Michael, no! Stop!" said Isabel as she again pushed
at his chest, but this time without as much pressure.
Michael pushed up Isabel's night shirt, and bent his
head to suck in a hardened nipple.
"Nooooo," Isabel gasped as her head rolled back, her
body betraying her words. Thoughts of Kyle flew
through her head, but Michael's mouth and hands as
well as the feelings of depression she had been
fighting since Michael had arrived were pulling at
her.
"Love me Isabel... please love me," whispered Michael
brokenly as a hand slid over her hips to the waistband
of her underwear.
"Michael, this is wrong. Your drunk...you don't...
really... want me," panted Isabel. She knew he was not
in his right mind, but oh how she wanted him right
now...needed him to take away her own pain. 
"Miiiichaellll..."
His hand had slid inside finding her wet, and swollen
with need.
"I need you, I need you so much, just the way you need
me," he groaned as her hand inadvertantly brushed his
hardened member, her touch driving him more.
"No..." was the word she said in a barely audible
voice, but yes was what her mind and body were telling
her. She was feeling something for the first time in
so long, and she didn't want it to stop.
Michael pulled her underwear off, moving between her
opened legs, her thighs like silk to him as they
touched his skin. He brushed her hair from her face
with one hand as his thumb on the other flicked a
hardened nipple.
"It's not wrong if we both want this Isabel! It can't
be wrong!" he told her as he nibbled at her neck and
chest.
Isabel knew that in the morning she would regret this,
but for now, for this one night she and Michael needed
this...needed each other.

In Michael's heightened mind he knew the moment that
Isabel lost the war with herself. He pulled the
nightshirt the rest of the way off exposing her body
to him fully as he began to kiss her deeply.
"You taste like spiced sugar," said Michael between
kisses, his tongue teasing her lips before seeking her
tongue in a wild tangled dance.
Isabel tilted her hips up as she felt Michael at her
entrance.
Holding eye contact with Isabel, Michael sank himself
deep inside of her letting out a sigh at how tight she
was around him. "You feel so incredible!" he breathed
as he felt himself touch her core.
Isabel's own breathing was ragged as Michael began to
move inside of her. She never thought she would have a
moment like this with Michael, and so she knew it
would forever be imprinted on her mind. 
It was nothing like being with Jesse. This was so much
more.
Michael moved thrusting his hips, Isabel meeting him
each time. "I can feel myself touch you deep
inside...I can feel you clutching at me!" marveled
Michael as he strove to go even deeper inside her. 
He had never felt these intense sensations with Maria.
Sure the sex had felt good, but this was taking him
beyond anything he had ever imagined. This was what
Max had meant when he spoke of cementing with Tess.
"More Michael....more....I want...oh gawd! I want to
feel you...deeper" panted Isabel as she locked her
legs around him to pull him.
"I'm ...touching you now...so deep...so good..." he
panted as drops of moisture dripped from his head.
"Deeper....please...I want to feel you..." begged
Isabel tearfully as their slick bodies pounded against
one another searching for release. 
He unlocked her legs from his waist, spreading them
wide and up, pulling out then thrusting in again as
deep as he could inside of her over and over.
"Aaaawwwwwwww!" Michael threw his head back as he
cried out, his body coming explosively against her
core. He sank down against her trembling form burying 
his face against her shoulder as the spasms shook his
own.
Isabel gasped, her eyes opening wide as she felt him
come inside her, the heat rushing through her body
enveloping her with its warmth causing her back to
arch with her own orgasm.
Clairity returned to Michael as he heard Isabel's
short pants and moans before she pressed her mouth
against his shoulder and she came, her walls
repeatedly clinching and unclinching as she lost all
control.
His momentary shock of realization turned to giving as
he made sure that Isabel reached her peak without
lacking or haste. She had given him something he would
never forget, and he wanted the same for her.
In a moment when he should have felt guilt at what he
had done all he felt was relief and gratitude.

Much later Michael made to move from her, but Isabel
wouldn't let him. At his questioning gaze she said,
"No...please don't. I need to feel something tonight."
He understood because he felt the same way.
He kissed her again, softer, but just as deep. It was
a kiss that warmed her heart and his, both receiving
what they had sought in the moment.
They clung to one another as if letting go meant
returning to the pain of reality, so they slept
entwined, their bodies sated, and their minds for now
at ease.

************

Isabel woke first, the sun just peaking in at them
through the windows.
Michael's arm encircled her waist, and his leg lay
over hers.
Isabel raised a shaky hand to her head as her mind
tried to reconcile its self to the fact that she had
slept with Michael. What had made her give in to the
one thing she should never have done?
Would he remember? He had been drunk, but then he had
sobered up and it hadn't seemed to matter to either
of them at the time that they were doing something
that may cause problems in the long run. Now in the
light of day she wondered how much it would change
their relationship.
Kyle. She closed her eyes at thoughts of Kyle. They
had never spoken of their feelings for one another,
but Isabel still felt as though she had cheated on
him. 
Isabel slowly removed his arm and leg, sliding out of
the bed, and tip toeing to the bathroom where she
looked at herself in the mirror, and gasped. Her
breasts had reddish marks around the nipples where
Michael had nipped and sucked so hard that hickies had
formed. Her thighs had black and blue fingermarks from
where his hands had pressed her legs open when she had
begged him for more. She closed her eyes at the sight,
and the thought of how she had begged Michael. What
must he think of her now? 
She turned on the shower and stepped inside, the warm
spray soothing her sore body as her tears of guilt
mingled with the water to flow down the drain.

Michael heard the water, and opened his eyes, his head
a bit achy. He rubbed his eyes with his fists, and
looked about remembering he was at Isabel's, but what
he didn't remember exactly was why he was naked in her
bed. 
Naked in her bed? That woke him up fully.
Michael groaned as it all came back to him. He
remembered what happened. He had slept with Isabel. He
had taken one sip out of the bottle in his bag to
forget Maria, and instead slept with his best friend. 
Did she hate him? Last night she didn't seem to, but
now the day after he wondered if she would.

The water stopped and a few minutes later the door to
the bathroom opened. Isabel came out in a long white
terry cloth robe. She made brief eye contact with
Michael, and blushed before looking away.
Michael willed her to look at him again, but when she
didn't he finally said, "Talk to me Isabel...please."
She looked his way as she picked up her brush.
"What do you want me to say Michael?"
"I don't know," he replied. And he didn't. This was
all his fault, and he was expecting her to make the
first move.
"I'm sorry Isabel," he told her with quiet sincerity,
his voice full of pain.
"It wasn't all your fault," she whispered as she lay
her brush back down without even using it.
Michael wrapped the sheet around himself and came to
stand behind her, "What?"
"We...we both needed something...someone last night,
and we turned to one another. I'm just as guilty for
last night as you are. Maybe more," she said nervously
as she quickly glanced at him.
"What? How can you say that?" asked Michael shocked,
but also relieved she didn't appear to hate him.
"I knew you had been drinking," she said as if that
explained it all.
"Unless I'm wrong, I didn't give you much choice,"
said Michael disgusted with himself. He had given in
to the lure of the bottle to make him forget, and he
forces himself on his friend.
"You didn't rape me Michael, I wanted....needed it as
much as you did," said Isabel wanting him to get that
thought out of his head.
He nodded, and then asked her, "Did I hurt you?"
"What?" she asked surprised.
"I've never felt anything that strong or powerful, I
just want to know if I hurt you, because if I did then
I'm sorry," he told her. If he hurt her he would never
forgive himself.
She shook her head. She wouldn't tell him about the
marks and bruises, they weren't that bad anyway. "No,
I'm okay. Just the opposite." 
No since lying about how great it had felt. The way
she had reacted last night said it all.
He gave her one of his soft smiles at that.
"Are we okay about this?" he asked her.
"Yeah...we're okay," she said as she nodded and looked
away.
"Good...I better shower and get out of here," he said
selfconsciously moving to the bathroom. He stopped and
said over his shoulder, "Isabel."
"I know Michael, me too."
Nodding he closed the door.

********

Later that morning....

Kyle clicked on his answering machine. Isabel had
called like a dozen times, all about Michael. The last
said Guerin had been found and to disreguard the
others.
He hit the delete button until the messages were gone.
He walked over to his frig, and took out some juice
drinking it from the bottle.
Walking over to the table he sat down looking at the
phone. Isabel ran when Max needed her, she ran when
Michael needed her, but Kyle wondered if she would run
for him. 
He tossed the empty bottle across the room to the
waste can and sighed. He loved her so much, and she
just considered him her friend. Her go to guy when she
needed someone other than Max or Michael. Hell, who
was he kidding. She could use him as a door mat and he
wouldn't mind as long as he was near her.
Kyle stood up and grabbed his keys. He would call her
later and get the skinny on what had happened, but for
now he had to get to work. 

**********

That evening....

Isabel lay on the sofa thinking about Max's words when
he had called earlier that morning.
Michael had gone to see him and face the music. They
had agreed to not tell Max what had happened the night
before, only that Michael had slept at Isabel's.
"You should have called me Isabel! I stayed awake most
of the night trying to figure out where he might be,
and all that time he was with you!"
She had felt bad. Max was right, she should have
called him, and then things might not have happened
the way they did.
It's a good thing he had not come by to talk her or
guilt would have been written all over her face. She
wondered how Michael had managed to not give anything
away. If Max ever found out what she and Michael had
done he might not ever forgive them. No one would.
And then there was Kyle. Oh gawd! He would hate her.
Isabel stood up to get a drink and swayed, her head
spinning causing her to loose her balance. Most of the
day she had felt really strange, and she didn't know
why. A tingling went through her belly as darkness
overcame her.
"Oh gawd...." she said as she sank to the floor in a
faint.

********
The next day...

Max, Michael, Kyle, and Liz sat waiting for Isabel.
They were all going to the lake for a cook out and
swim. 
"Kyle, did you talk to her today? She's the one who
planned this, and she's not even here yet," said Max.
"No, I tried calling her yesterday, but she didn't
answer. I left a message, but it wasn't returned
either," he said worried. 
"Did you go by to see if she was home?" asked Michael,
wondering if things the other night had effected her
more than she let on. He should have gone by to check
on her himself, but he was still feeling strange about
what had happened between them, and hurt from Maria
dumping him. In fact he was here only because Isabel
organized this little trip and he didn't want to let
her down especially after what he had done to her. 
"Yeah, I went by, but her car was gone," said Kyle.
"Maybe I should..."
Isabel walked in at that moment, a smile pasted on her
face.
"Where have you been?" asked Max. "We were worried
about you. Is everything okay?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't it be?" she said a bit too
brightly. She glanced quickly at Michael, and then
Kyle and Liz.
"Well let's go!" she said as she headed back out the
door.
Everyone looked at one another and shrugged, but
Michael and Kyle each thought Isabel was acting
strange.
"I guess we should go then," said Liz as she grabbed
the basket of food, and the men grabbed the other
items they were taking with them.

********

They had fun at the lake swimming, and eating all the
hotdogs and hamburgers that Liz had brought to cook,
but Michael and Kyle each still thought Isabel was
forcing herself to have fun.
Michael came and sat by her on the grass, pulling a
blade and tearing it apart before he asked, "Are you
okay?"
Isabel tensed, but nodded. "Of course, why wouldn't I
be?"
"You're acting weird. Is it because of the other
night? Isabel, I didn't want this to come between us.
I feel really bad about what happened," said Michael
throwing the blade down, and pulling another.
"You're imaging things Michael. I'm fine," said
Isabel, flicking a bug off of her towel. She didn't
want Michael to know how close to the truth he was.
"Then how come it seems like you are forcing yourself
to have fun? You haven't even gotten in the water
yet," said Michael. 
"I'm not forcing myself," she said looking at him over
her sun glasses. "I'm having fun." She couldn't tell
him she didn't want to be here. Her emotions were too
overwhelming right now and she couldn't handle being
here. But if she hadn't shown up there would have been
questions, and she couldn't have that. Not right now.
"You can't fool me Isabel," said Michael.
Isabel finally huffed and said, "If you must
know...I...I have cramps," she told him.
Michael blushed. "Oh."
Isabel looked away. 
"I...I didn't think you could...I mean I ....you know
we're aliens. We don't get sick," he said, the
awkwardness of the topic ironic considering they had
been so intimate with each other.
"I have cramps, I'm not sick," she replied.
Michael looked away.
"I'm a female hybrid Michael. It doesn't make me
immune to certain things. Just because we don't get
sick doesn't mean other physical things don't effect
us," said Isabel. She hadn't meant to make him feel
bad, she just wanted him to leave her to her thoughts.
"How are you doing? You know....Maria?" she needed to
know if he was still as down as he was the other
night. She needed to know if he was beginning to get
over Maria leaving him.
Michael shrugged. "I'm here. I mean I still can't
believe she dumped me like that after all we've been
through, but I'll survive. I always do. It will just
take time."
He stood up.
"I hope you feel better," he said as he walked away
relieved he was not the cause of her mood.

Kyle sat against a tree unobserved watching as Michael
walked off. Max and Liz were in the water being all
lovey dovey, so that left Kyle to himself. As he
watched Michael head off to dive into the lake, Kyle
stood up, and walked over to Isabel.
"Care if I sit?" he asked her.
Isabel could lie to Michael and Max, but not to Kyle.
He knew her better than anyone. She steeled herself,
and glancing up said brightly, "Sure Kyle!" 
Kyle sat, and looked at Max, Liz, and Michael playing
in the water. 
"You can cut the happy crap with me Isabel. I know
something's wrong so what is it?" 
"Nothing's wrong," said Isabel as she lay back on the
towel, and closed her eyes.
Kyle looked down at her and frowned. 
"Don't give me that."
Isabel sighed. "I...I have cramps. Happy now that you
know?"
Kyle shook his head as he again watched the swimmers. 
"Liar. You once told me you never get cramps and mood
swings when I accused you of having PMS. You said
being alien must keep you from having them. So what's
up? And don't try another lie."
Isabel had totally forgotten that conversation. Damn
Kyle for remembering it, and catching her in her lie.
She sighed. "Kyle, I just have something on my mind
right now is all."
"You're not going to tell me?" he asked as he squinted
down at her.
"No...not right now. But you'll know soon....everyone
will," she told him quietly.
Kyle nodded and stood up. 
"I thought you trusted me Isabel," he said with hurt
in his voice as he walked away.
"Kyle! Kyle please!" called out Isabel as she sat up,
and watched him walk away.
The three in the water stopped and looked at Kyle
retreating, and Isabel looking sad.
"Must have had a fight," said Liz as she pushed her
dripping hair out of her face.
"PMS," said Michael shaking his head making water
droplets fly everywhere.
Max and Liz looked at him, and laughed.
"What? Not him, her," he said as he dove under again.
Isabel watched Kyle walk off. She had hurt him by not
sharing her problem as she always did, but she didn't
know how to tell him. This...this she couldn't tell
anyone...not yet.


*********

Michael stretched out on his bed and sighed.
He was tired from the lake. 
He rolled over about to fall asleep when a knock
sounded on his door.
"I'm sleeping here! Go away!" he called out.
The knock became persistant so he got up and padded
towards the door.
"Hey! Some of us need sleep you know!" he yelled as he
opened the door.
"Michael!" said Maria as she threw her arms around the
stunned man.
"Maria!"
""I missed you so much! I just couldn't stand not
being with you! I thought I could, but I couldn't!"
she said as she kissed him all about his face.
Michael hadn't moved. He was in shock that she was
back.
Maria stood back. "Aren't you glad to see me?"
"You said we were through. You said you didn't want me
anymore," he reminded her, the memory of her words
paining him.
Maria's eyes began to shine with tears. 
"I know Michael, and I'm sooo sorry. I thought you
were holding me back, but I was wrong. I just can't be
without you. I want my music, but I want you more. I
love you Michael. I'm sorry I hurt you," she told him.
Michael looked away. He loved her, but he had been
through so much crap with her.
"Is this what they mean when they say love hurts?" he
asked her. "Maria, I can't take it when you do this to
me. When we do this to each other. I really lost it
when you left, and it's only been a few days."
"I know Michael, I know, and I'm sorry. But
please...please I want us back together," she told him
as she wrapped her arms around him, and lay her head
on his chest.
He melted. She treated him like dirt, but he loved
her.
He kissed her then led her inside, and closed the
door.

********

Isabel sat in a booth with Max. Michael was meeting
them for lunch. It was to have been breakfast, but he
called and moved it to later. She had made up her mind
last night that today she would talk to Michael after
they met with Max. She couldn't keep this to herself
anymore.
Kyle sat at the counter talking to Liz.
He hadn't said anything to her since she had come in,
but he had stared hard enough causing Max to comment
that Kyle sure was acting funny around her.
The bell rang on the door and they looked up.
Isabel barely contained her gasp.
"Would you look at that?" said Max surprised.
"Maria!!!" squealed Liz as she and Maria ran to each
other, and jumped around hugging.
"When did you get back? Why are you back?" Liz asked
as she led Maria to the booth with Michael following.
"I got back last night. It was late so I stayed with
Michael," said Maria as she winked at Michael and
kissed him. "I missed him so much that I came back. I
just love him more than I thought." She smiled
brightly at him.
Michael kissed her back as he wrapped an arm around
her.
"Kyle! Kyle, come join us!" called Maria as she spied
him sitting at the counter watching them.
Kyle walked over, pulling up a chair, and sitting
down.
"So you came back. And I thought your first trip to
New York was short, but this must be a record," he
said. 
"I missed my guy," Maria said as she kissed Michael
again.
"Let's order," Michael said as he grabbed a menu. He
had sudddenly become aware of Isabel sitting there
quietly. He realized how all this must look to her,
and how she must feel after what they had shared. 
Isabel tried hard to still her shaking hands. 
Oh my gawd! This wasn't happening!
Kyle looked between Michael and Isabel. She seemed to
pale when Maria walked in, and Michael seemed suddenly
uncomfortable. Great. Maybe their alien history was
more acurate than anyone thought. His heart sank.

Isabel thought the lunch would never end.
She forced down some of her lunch, and it threatened
to come back up. She avoided eye contact with Michael
and Kyle, yet she could feel their eyes on her.
As soon as she could she made her excuses about an
appointment, and left.

Michael felt guilty. Not only had he cheated on Maria,
though technically they were broken up, but he had
used Isabel. No wonder Isabel wouldn't look at him.

Kyle said he had to get back to work as soon as Isabel
left. He would go by her place later and confront her.
If it was about Michael, and their alien history
coming back to life then she would need a shoulder to
cry on now that Maria was back.
He really hadn't thought she had feelings about
Michael, but then maybe that was the secret she
wouldn't tell him yesterday.
He hated loving a woman who didn't know he exsisted.
Why did he continue to do this to himself?
Because you love her, you fool.
Sighing he headed back to work.

*********

Kyle used the key Isabel had given him and let himself
in. Her car was outside, but she wasn't answering the
door. 
"Isabel? Hey Isabel? You here?" he called out. Turning
towards the living room he gasped at the sight of
Isabel lying on the floor, a plate of spilled food
around her. He rushed to her side, checking to make
sure she was breathing, thinking she had choked.
"Isabel? Isabel! Hey wake up! Please wake up!" said
Kyle anxiously as he gently patted her face and hand.
Isabel opened her eyes to find Kyle knealing beside
her.
"K--Kyle? What....?" she asked, her mind confused over
where she was, and how she came to be lying there.
"Oh thank God! I'd been pounding on the door, and when
you didn't answer I let myself in!" he told her as he
helped her to sit up. "Are you okay? Want me to get
Max?"
"What? No..no, I'm fine," she said as she stood up
slowly.
"You're not fine, you were passed out on the floor! I
thought you had choked to death or something!"
"No, I just fainted," she told him as she raised a
hand to her head.
"What? I didn't think you guys did that," he told her
as he followed her closely in case she fell again.
"Kyle! I'm fine, really!" Isabel told him as she sat
on the sofa.
"It looks like you didn't get to eat any of that so
I'm going to get you some food," he told her.
"Kyle, I don't want any food now," she told him as she
swallowed hard, her eyes turning away from the food.
"Well you need to eat. You barely ate anything at
lunch. Sit there while I find something," ordered Kyle
as he headed for the kitchen with the plate of ruined
food.
Isabel lay back on the sofa. She remembered standing,
and being dizzy, then nothing.
Kyle returned with some fruit and water.
"I know you like fruit so eat it," he said as he
watched her eye the food.
"Kyle...I really don't think I can," said Isabel as
she felt her stomach roll. "Oh no!" she mumbled as her
hand flew to her mouth. She barely made it to the
kitchen, the closest room before she threw up.
"Isabel! Oh man, you're really sick! I'm calling Max
right now!" he told her as he came in behind her. He
began searching the drawers for a rag, and finding one
he wet it, and handed it to her. He was scared
something bad was happening to her, and he loved her
too much for that.
Isabel sank to the floor in tears. She rested her head
on the wall behind her, and wiped her face and throat
with shaking hands.
Kyle frowned, and knelt beside her taking her in his
arms.
"Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh, I don't know what it is, but
Max will fix it. I'm going to call him now and get him
right over here," soothed Kyle as he pressed his lips
to her forehead.
Isabel shook her head as she covered her face with her
hands.
"Isabel, he's the only one who can help you!" Kyle
tried to reason with her.
"No...no one can help me now," she sobbed.
"What? Why?" asked Kyle confused.
Isabel continued to sob unable to speak.
"Isabel! Isabel why can't anyone help you?!" Kyle
asked alarmed.
"Because I think I'm pregnant," she whispered.

**********

Kyle sat slumped looking down at his hands.
Pregnant.
If she had ripped his heart out and stomped on it she
couldn't have hurt him anymore, and she didn't even
realize it.
He thought she told him everything, that they had no
secrets, but this....well this was something that he
never saw coming.
He knew that Jesse wasn't the father, and he didn't
like the idea of the other option. Kyle and Isabel
spent almost all of their time together so he didn't
know when it could have happened.
He stood when he heard Isabel enter the room behind
him.
"Feeling better?" he asked her, not really knowing
what else to say.
"Yeah, thanks," Isabel said self consciously as she
twisted her shirt tail in her hands nervously.
"You're pale," Kyle observed. The big question was
hovering in the air between them waiting to be asked
so he did.
"Whose is it?"
Isabel closed her eyes and wet her lips. She knew the
question was coming, and she had decided she wasn't
going to lie in answering him. She needed to confide
in someone, but still she hesitated fearing how he
would react.
"Isabel, whose is it?" Kyle asked again, getting a
feeling of dread.
Isabel pressed her shaking fingers to her lips.
"Michael's," she whispered.
"Wh-what?! When?" asked Kyle trying to hide his anger,
and hurt. Somehow he knew it was Michael, and he
wanted to kill him.
Tears began to fall again as Isabel relayed what had
happened holding nothing back. Telling someone was a
relief.
Kyle listened to Isabel as he sat stunned. 
Oh ****! Isabel!" he said, his hand raking through his
hair at her words. At her look he quickly moved next
to her, placing his arms around her.
"Kyle what am I going to do?" she sobbed against his
neck.
He rocked her as he patted her hair, and rubbed her
back, trying to think of the right words to say to
her.
"So I take it Guerin doesn't know yet?" asked Kyle.
Isabel shook her head. "No, I was going to tell him
today, but when I saw Maria walk in with him...and the
way they were acting...I...I just couldn't."
"I know you said that you were both depressed, but do
you love him?" Kyle asked. It hurt that she was
depressed after all the time they spent together. He
had thought he had helped her overcome that by showing
her how special he found her.
"He's my friend Kyle. Maybe there could have been
something if Maria had not come back."
"You're still going to tell him aren't you?" asked
Kyle.
"I don't know. It might tear him and Maria apart for
good...he would never forgive me. And I don't want
someone because I'm pregnant with his child. We would
hate each other."
Kyle was sick at heart. If he had just been home when
she had first called him that night maybe this
wouldn't have happened. 
If he had told her how he felt about her then maybe
she would have not given in to Guerin.
There were so many 'If's' and none of them mattered
now.
He closed his eyes as he willed himself not to cry.
She needed him, and he wouldn't let her down.
"Does anyone else know?" he asked her.
"N-n-no. I should have known! I should have known from
when Max got Tess pregnant that this would happen. I
was so stupid!" she said bitterly as she wiped her
hands across her eyes.
Kyle handed her the Kleenex box as he asked, "Didn't 
you even think about protection or did it just not
work?"
Isabel pulled the tissue a part as she said, "No, we
were 'in the moment' and didn't think of it. It's my
fault. Michael was drunk, and I wasn't. I should have
been more careful!"
"You think?" he said sarcasticlly. As her tears began
again, he berated himself for his words. She didn't
need that from him. He was angry and hurt, and he had
no right to be. She wasn't his.
"Kyle...do you...hate me?" she asked him as she looked
at him.
Hate her? He should be, but he couldn't. 
"No, no I don't hate you. I'm just
really....really..." he couldn't tell her he was hurt.
"You need to tell him Isabel," he said instead.
Isabel swallowed. "I know."
"Well think about what you are going to say before you
do it. And what you're going to tell Max," he told
her.
"I'll go with you if you want." He didn't want anyone
upsetting her anymore than she was.
"I need to tell them myself, but thanks Kyle," said
Isabel sniffing.
"Want me to stay? I'd be glad to do it if you want,"
he told her as he saw her hide a yawn.
"Maybe until I fall asleep. I'm so tired," she said.
"The baby...I'm guessing. I've heard that happens," he
told her when she looked at him.
"Oh, yeah," Isabel said as she went to her room and
crawled into bed, Kyle following to lay by her side.
"You can watch a movie if you want," said Isabel
snuggling down. Her mind was racing, but her body was
so tired.
"You just go to sleep," said Kyle flipping channels.
He glanced her way now and then to check her.
When he thought she was asleep he kissed her cheek
gently and whispered, "I love you Isabel even if you
don't love me back. I'd give anything if I was the
father of your child."
He settled back to continue to watch T.V. not willing
to leave her. That's when it hit him. The solution to
the problem.

*******

Isabel stretched, and realized that Kyle was still
there in bed with her.
He had stayed. Some how she knew he would. Maybe
that's why she had slept. She knew she was safe with
Kyle, and he would watch over her.
She waited for the nausea to assault her as it had the
past two, but nothing happened. She took that as a
good sign.
Getting up alerted Kyle that she was awake.
"Morning," he said. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine. I feel like my old self really. Kyle, thank you
for staying with me," she told him.
"That's okay. Hey, I want to talk to you about a
solution I found to your...a solution," he told her.
"Okay, just let me go to the bathroom first," she said
as she made her way to the bathroom.

Kyle went to use the restroom in her hall, and when he
returned she was sitting in an overstuffed chair by
her window eating crackers.
He was nervous. She noticed it right off.
"Kyle, what's the matter? You seem nervous," asked
Isabel.
"What? Huh, yeah. Are you sick again?" he asked as he
motioned to the crackers.
"Just a precaution," she said as she layed them aside.
He knelt by her chair, and took her hand.
"Isabel, I've found a solution to all of this. I know
you don't love me, but...." he said quietly as he
stroked her hand. He couldn't look at her yet. 
"Kyle...." Isabel's breath caught as she realized what
he was going to say.
"Just hear me out. I've thought about this...not just
last night, but for a long time. Things just changed
the situation is all. I love you Isabel. I have for a
long time," he admitted to her.
"Oh Kyle...I ...." Isabel had no idea he felt this
about her.
"Please, just let me finish. I know you don't love me,
but I love you, and I'm willing to be a father to your
child. I know it's not what you wanted, but I promise
to take care of it, and you. I'll love it like my
own," said Kyle finally looking up at her. "Just say
yes."
He found her crying. Gentle tears rolling down her
cheeks at his words.
"Oh Kyle," she said as she caressed his cheek.
He closed his eyes at her touch.
"I love you so much Isabel. Please say yes," he
whispered into her hand.
"Kyle, it's not fair to you to raise someone elses
child. And what about Michael?"
she said, her tears blurring her sight.
"You and Max were raised by someone else so was
Michael. Your child would have two parents that loved
it, and maybe...maybe one day you could love me back,"
he said, his heart beating so hard it hurt.
"Kyle, I do love you. I have had feelings for you for
sometime now, but it's not fair to you. You're my
closest friend, and I feel so free and easy with you.
You have no idea how greatful and flattered I am. But,
what would happen if you realized one day that you
resented this child because of how it was concieved?
Would we both become bitter at one another? And what
of Michael? Are you saying we shouldn't tell him now?"
Her mind was reeling at his offer. At his words of
loving her.
"You love me?" He couldn't believe she felt that way.
He had to focus. "I won't be bitter or resentful, and
I hope you won't either. You just said you love me
too, and we enjoy being together so why not get 
married?"
"And Michael?" she asked him.
"We can tell him later...after we're married." He
didn't want Guerin trying to get Isabel to marry him
instead.
"I thought you said he should know," she said unsure.
"I know, but it can wait awhile," he told her. 
She slipped to the floor beside him.
"Kyle, please be sure. I've had one divorce, I don't
want another. I want a happy home for my child...for
us," she told him.
He took her hands in his. 
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life next
to loving you," he told her.
She smiled. "Then I'll marry you," she said as she
took his face in hers, and kissed his lips. "Thank you
Kyle," she said softly.
Kyle pulled her into his arms.
"I love you Isabel."
"I love you too, Kyle." She just hoped he remembered
his words when the others found out ,and things got
bad.

********

"You're what?" asked Max staring at Isabel and Kyle.
"We're married," said Isabel nervously, smiling at
Kyle a smile only they really understood.
Michael was a little shocked. He had no idea that
Isabel and Kyle had a thing going on.
"I thought...well I didn't know you
two...congratulations I guess," he told them as he
kissed Isabel on the cheek. Both were very aware of
the closeness of the other, and the hug was quick.
"When did this take place?" asked Max, still getting
used to the idea. He thought Kyle and Isabel were just
friends.
Kyle and Isabel looked at one another and Kyle said,
"Today."
"What?!" asked Max and Michael. "Why didn't you tell
anyone?"
"We told our parents, and they were there," said
Isabel.

....The wedding had been small, just Kyle, Isabel, and
their parents standing in the garden of the Justice of
the Peace. 
Her parents had been surprised, but not Jim. Kyle had
told his Dad long ago how he felt about Isabel so Jim
was thrilled for both of them.
None of the parents understood the haste, and Isabel's
wanted her to be very sure after the last hasty
marriage she had. The only thing that reassured them,
was that Kyle and Isabel had known one another for
years, and were the best of friends.
Kyle had thought Isabel an angel as she walked to him
dressed in a light, flowing, egg shell colored gown.
When they had been pronounced man and wife, he
couldn't believe it was real. He had kissed her as he
had only kissed her a few times leaving her
breathless with a look of wonderment on her face....

"You didn't want us there?" asked Max, hurt.
Isabel knew this would come up, and dreaded what was
coming next.
"Max, there's more," she said looking at the floor.
"More?" he asked guardedly. "What kind of 'more'?"
Michael thought he knew what she was going to say, and
his blood ran cold.
"I'm ..." she started to say trying to find the words,
but Kyle interupted her.
"We're having a baby," he told them, daring them to
say something to upset Isabel.
Max's mouth dropped open as he looked to Isabel. 
"You're what? Is that why you two were acting upset
the day of the picnic? You got married because of the
baby didn't you?" he asked them. He couldn't judge
them having been in there shoes, but he had to know.
"No, we love one another. The baby is a bonus," said
Kyle honestly. He just didn't say the baby wasn't his.
Michael willed Isabel to look at him. When she did, he
knew without a doubt whose baby she carried. He felt
sucker punched.
Max offered his hand to Kyle and kissed Isabel.
"Congratulations. I had no idea."
He and Kyle stayed in the den talking while Isabel
went to the kitchen. Michael followed her, Kyle
watching them go.
"That's my baby isn't it?" he asked her quietly.
Her back was to him as she removed drinks from the
refrigerator.
"Isabel?" His voice was strained.
She couldn't do this to him. He deserved to know even
though she and Kyle were going to wait a bit.
She paused then turned to him. She didn't say
anything.
"It is!," said Michael as he fell back against the
cabinet at finding out he had gotten Isabel pregnant.
He had never meant to do that to her. He had sought
comfort, and when she gave it he had gotten her
pregnant.
"Isabel...oh gawd, I'm...why didn't you tell me? Does
Kyle know? You didn't have to marry him you know. I
would have...." his mind was reeling.
"You would have what Michael? Married me to give our
baby a name? I love you Michael, and I know you love
me, but not enough. Kyle loves me, and I love him. He
knows about the baby, and what happened between us,
and he still loves me and wanted to marry me," she
said still whirrling from the way Kyle was handling it
all. "He will love and raise this baby as his own,"
Isabel told Michael, knowing how much her words
wounded him.
"You knew that day at the picnic didn't you?" he asked
her.
"Yes."
"When were you going to tell me it's mine? Were you
ever going too? Are you even going to tell the kid?"
he asked her angrily. 
"You know I will Michael," she told him as tears fell
in trails down her cheeks..
"Do I?" he was angry she had not given him the chance
to make this right.
"Are you going to tell Maria?" she came back.
He hesitated.
"Yeah, I thought as much," said Isabel turning away to
wipe her eyes.
Michael came up behind her. 
"Isabel, you know I will. I can't believe you told
Kyle! What did you tell him anyway?" he asked kinder.
"I told him everything Michael."
"What? Everything?" he asked shocked.
"He figured things out...I never could lie to him
anyway, and I didn't want too. Besides he knows me
really well," said Isabel thoughtfully. "We figured
this was best for everyone."
"Not me," he said sadly.
"It's still your baby Michael," reminded Isabel
feeling badly for him. All his life he had wanted a
family and in a way she was taking his from him.
Michael put his arms around her, his hand sliding down
to her abdomen as if he could touch his child resting
there.
"I'm sorry Isabel," he said as he rested his chin on
her shoulder.
"I know," she said as she leaned back against him
touching his hand where it rested over their child.
"I guess I better go," he told her as he went back to
the other room, his mind only on his child.
Isabel followed looking at Kyle.
At his questioning look, she gave him a reassuring 
smile.
"I've got to go. I'm meeting Maria," said Michael as
he suddenly got up to leave.
He held out his hand to Kyle.
"Congrats man. Take good care of her," he said, with
meaning in his words that Kyle would understand.
Kyle searched Michael's eyes, and understood. Michael
knew. He looked at the hand and stuck out his own. "I
will," he reassured him.
Michael gave a hesitant nod , and left as the others
watched him go.

********

"Sooooo what's the big thing you have to tell me?"
said Maria smiling as she cuddled Michael.
He had been quiet all evening, and she just knew it
was something special.
Michael kept trying to find a way to make the words
less hurtful, but no matter how he tried he couldn't
so he finally settled on the straight truth.
"You know when you left me the last time, and I said I
was really bad off?"
"Yeah. I'm so sorry about that Michael," she said
kissing him with her pouty lips.
"Maria, listen to me! Okay!" snapped Michael. 
Maria instantly sat up. Something wasn't right.
"What happened Michael? I'm listening," she said, but
she feared what he was going to say.
"I got drunk...I was just lost, and hurt when you
dumped me."
"Oh Michael!"
"You said you would listen!" he said, his eyes getting
misty.
"Michael? Michael did something bad happen while you
were drunk?" she asked him.
He looked away, and when he looked back at her he
said, "I slept with Isabel, and now she's pregnant."
Maria shook her head as she stood up.
"No,no you didn't do that! You didn't just tell me
what I think you did!" But she knew he had, and she
started to cry angry, pain filled tears.
"How could you do that? Was she drunk too? Oh my gawd,
I can't believe this!" 
"Maria,....I never meant to hurt you or her. She and
Kyle got married today. He's going to raise my kid,"
said Michael crying.
"I can't hear this right now! I can't be near you!"
cried Maria as she ran out the door.
Michael balled his fists, pressed them to his eyes,
and he cried.

*******

"You bitch! You slept with him!" cried Maria as Isabel
opened the door.
Isabel paled. 
"Maria, I..." she pleaded for understanding.
Kyle walked up behind Isabel.
"Maria settle down! I know you're upset, I was too,
but that isn't going to help," said Kyle pulling her
inside so they didn't cause a scene.
Maria turned on Isabel. "How could you sleep with
him?"
"Maria...we didn't mean for it to happen. Michael was
upset you had left him, and I needed someone too. It
just happened. I'm sorry," said Isabel crying.
"He said...he said you're pregnant. Tell me it isn't
true?" said Maria wiping her eyes.
Isabel just cried harder causing Maria to cry more as
well.
"Why?" she asked as if someone could answer her with a
definite answer.
"Maria, we never planned for any of this to happen,
but I love this baby, and I'm not sorry I'm having
it," said Isabel as she touched her abdomen.
Maria looked at her. "It was supposed to be me. I was
supposed to have his baby, not you."
"And you will have his baby if you quit treating him
the way you do! Gawd! He has tried to be everything
you want Maria, and you hurt him time and again by
critizing, and leaving him! Just love him and accept
him...it will work out. And don't blame him for this.
He has felt guilty since it happened....we both have,"
said Isabel in Michael's defense. 
Maria went to the door.
"I don't know if I can accept this," she said as she
closed the door behind her.
Kyle stood behind Isabel.
"She'll just have to get used to it or let him go," he
told her.
"It will kill Michael if she lets him go. I think it
really would be for good this time," she said quietly.

Isabel turned to face Kyle.
"I'm going to get ready for bed," she told him
sighing.
"Yeah, I bet you're tired," said Kyle knowing not to
expect anything even if it was their wedding night.
"Yes, but I'm not that tired," she replied over her
shoulder as she entered the bathroom.
Kyle stood there dumbly, his mouth going dry. He then
went to turn the bed down, and get ready himself.
A few minutes later Isabel returned in her robe. She
approached the bed selfconsciously.
"I'm nervous," she laughed embarrassed.
That gave Kyle all the courage he needed himself.
He approached her leading her to the bed. 
"Don't be nervous Isabel. I know you feel awkward and
all, but I'm just happy you're mine. I have loved you
for so long .....this moment....it's a dream come true
for me," he told her as he stroked her cheek.
Tears fell down on to his hand. "I seem to be crying a
lot," she laughed as he wiped them away.
"That's okay," he told her as he claimed her mouth.
Isabel's mouth parted as Kyle sought entrance to it,
his kiss devouring her until she gasped for air.
Kyle pushed the robe open and discovered Isabel was
naked underneath. His breath caught in his throat at
the sight of her lush body. "Isabel you are so
beautiful," he sighed as he cupped one breast and
suckled it.
Isabel's head fell forward as she closed her eyes and
relished his touch.
His mouth traveled up to her neck, nibbling at it and
the shell of her ear, his tongue flicking over her
skin with a light touch that sent shivers throughout
her body.
"Awwww," she moaned as he pushed the robe open more
and down her arms, divesting her of the garment before
laying her down.
Isabel opened her arms to him, welcoming him into
them. Her hands ran over his arms, and shoulders
before heading down to his chest. Her mouth pressing
little kisses, the saltiness of his skin tasting good
to her.
Kyle's hand sought out her breast and kneaded it,
pinching the nipple slightly.
"Ohhhh!" Isabel sighed as his hand trailed down her
body to her apex teasing her.
"K-kyyyyyle!" Isabel gasped as he eased his fingers
inside her dripping body.
She began to move with his fingers, her hips grinding
against the bed, and then up as she searched for her
climax.
Kyle watched her face as she gave herself over to his
hands. Her eyes glazed over and her skin flushed as
the heat of her orgasm began to over take her.
She grasped his hand and bucked up.
"Mmmmmm," she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
"Isabel, let go. I want to hear you," whispered Kyle
watching her. He pressed his finger to her swollen
nub, and Isabel cried out his name bringing a smile to
his lips before he kissed her.
She panted and looked at Kyle. "I can't believe how
good that was, and it was just your hand!" She
realized what she had said and turned red. "I can't
believe I just said that," she said covering her face.
She was mortified.
Kyle pulled her hands down and kissed her. "Don't do
that. I wanted to give you pleasure in a way besides
being inside you, and I'm glad I did. Don't be
embarrassed with me Isabel. Don't ever feel that way,"
he told her.
Isabel turned on her side and faced him. 
"I love you Kyle," she told him as sheran her hand
along his face and kissed him, her tongue searching
for his, her hand gliding down his body to his
boxers. She released his swollen member ,and looked
down at the beating organ throbbing in her hand.
The heat that radiated from his silken shaft beckoned
to her. She ran her fingers over the head, precum
forming on the end at her touch. She continued her
jouney around the veined length as she lightly cupped
his sacs causing Kyle to gasp, his body shivering at
the gentle touch of her hand.
"Oh ****! That feels good," he sighed as he closed his
eyes. Her hands gently tugging and stroking him, her
awe of his size hastening her need for him.
"Isabel stop or I'm going to loose it!" said Kyle as
he pulled away from her, and pushed his boxers off.
He struggled to contain himself as he claimed her
mouth. 
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered as his hand
touched her abdomen.
"You won't," she reassured him as she caressed his
face. "It will be okay."
She opened her legs as he moved between them. 
She reached between them and guided his hardened
memeber into her slickened entrance, thrilling as he
pushed to her core.
He was long and thick, and Kyle was pleased when
Isabel's body fit his.
He moved slowly at first, his hips rolling into hers
with little thrusts, but as her walls tightened on
him, he began to pick up the pace, stroking in and out
of her until they were both dripping from their
passion.
Isabel clung to him, her hear beating so hard she knew
he could feel it through his own chest.
Kyle could feel Isabel's breasts pressed tightly
against his chest, the nipples hard against his own.
The heat that was gathered in his loins felt like fire
as his blood boiled and his body tightened, the sudden
release a welcome relief as he sighed and collapsed on
the woman he loved.
Isabel's nails dug into her palms as her mouth formed
a silent scream of pleasure. Her body was convulsing
as the flames of desire errupted in her, the fire
growing until it encompased her whole body.
Kyle moved from Isabel, and she whimpered.
"I hurt you," he said, bereting himself.
"No, it was because you're no longer in me," she said
as she rested her head on his shoulder.
He was relieved.
"Kyle, that was so much better than the hand, and you
know how much I loved that," she said smiling.
Kyle burst out laughing. "Glad I didn't let you down."
He was half serious and she knew it.
Leaning on her arm she said seriously, "You don't
disappoint me Kyle Valenti. You are everything I ever
wanted and more."
Kyle laced his hands through her hair pulling her head
down to his mouth.
He ravaged it thoroughly as he thanked the stars for
this woman.

***********

Months later......

Michael was taking a short cut on his way to work by
cutting through the park.
He turned by the gazebo, and ran into Maria.
They stared at one another torn between wanting to hug
one another and running.
They had not seen each other since his annoucement,
and things were awkward.
"Maria."
"Michael."
Neither looked away, but neither wanted to go first.
Finally Micheal said, "How've you been? I sort of
thought you would have left Roswell by now to go back
to New York." He knew she hadn't because Max told him
what was going on via Liz.

Max had been really pissed when Liz had informed him
of Michael and Isabel's one night stand. But when he
found out that the baby Isabel carried was Michael's,
he had beat the hell out of Michael, and Michael had
let him. Max had since recovered for Isabel's sake.
His reaction had come from the woman being Isabel.
It had taken a while for him to even talk to Michael
again, but when he did, he was great. He totally
understood Michael's feelings about his child since
Max had searched for his own, but the difference was
Michael was going to watch another man raise his
child. That hurt Michael deeply.

"I lost the drive for wanting to play," said Maria. 
"I'm sorry," he told her. She had been right. He was
had caused her to give up her dream.
Maria nodded. 
Silence.
"How is Isabel?" Maria finally asked. Liz hated
talking to her about it because Maria kept crying when
she did, so she didn't know anything about Isabel or
the baby.
"She's good. Baby's healthy it seems," he told her.
"That's...that's good," she told him, and she meant
it.
"When is it due?"
"Uhm, we don't really know. Soon we think," he said,
as he stuck his hands in his pockets.
"Michael....I'm sorry." It was said so quietly.
"What? Why?" he asked confused.
"I'm sorry for all the times I treated you badly, and
made demands on you that I shouldn't have. I'm sorry
for freaking out when you and Isabel....it wasn't fair
of me. We weren't even together anymore..." she
couldn't go on.
"I'm to blame for Isabel and me, not you," he told
her.
A cell phone rang.
Maria looked surprised when Michael pulled one out.
"In case the baby comes," he told her.
"Yeah?" he said as he answered it.
His body stiffened.
"Yeah?! I'll be right there!" He turned to Maria.
"Isabel's having the baby!"
Maria tensed at his words. The proof of his night with
Isabel was about to be born. But one look at a paniced
Michael sent her into action.
"Come on! I'll drive you!" 

**********

Michael and Maria rushed into Kyle and Isabel's home
and stopped at the sound of a baby crying.
Michael's heart rushed up into his throat at the sound
of his child.
Kyle walked out of the bedroom carrying the baby. He
was followed by Max, and both stopped at the sight of
Michael.
Maria and Max looked between the two men. Kyle holding
the child that belonged to Michael, and Michael hungry
to hold it.
Kyle walked up to him, holding the child out. 
"It's a boy. You have a son."
Michael looked at Kyle, and then down at his son that
Kyle offered him.
Tears filled his eyes as he gently took the baby in
his arms.
Maria covered her mouth as tears ran down her cheeks
at the sight of Michael holding his son.
Max wiped his eyes as he watched his friend hold his
child for the first time. He knew Michael had
wondered if Kyle and Isabel really would let him be a
part of its life. Now he knew from Kyle's actions and
words that they would.
"Isabel's in there if you want to go in," Kyle told
Michael as he wiped his own tears. One look at
Michael's face and he knew how he felt. This child may
not be Kyle's blood, but it was his in every other
way. He couldn't deny Michael his right to be called
father. As much as Kyle wished it wasn't so, he
couldn't do it.
"He's beautiful Michael," said Maria. She sighed.
This child was a part of Michael and no matter how
much she had tried to hate it she couldn't. She knew
she could love it just as she did his father.
Michael smiled at her. "Yeah he is."
He walked to Isabel's room and found Liz fixing her
pillows.
"I'll be out with the others," she said as she hurried
out.
Michael carried the baby to the chair by the bed as
he asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. He's perfect Michael! He's the most
perfect baby in the world!" she gushed as she admired
her son.
Michael looked at Isabel. "Thanks Isabel. He's great."
Isabel nodded. "Kyle and I talked it over, and we
think the baby should know from the start you're its
father, but that Kyle is his Daddy too."
Michale nodded. "Thanks." He could live with that.
"And your name will be on the birth certificate
Michael."
Michael was surprised. They had all decided to put
Kyle's so it would be easier for the baby.
Isabel smiled. "He's your son Michael. Kyle said the
further in the pregnancy we got the more he knew he
couldn't take away your right. Other kids have two
Daddy's from divorce or what ever so why not ours."
"Thanks." He couldn't manage anymore than that.
Isabel smiled as Kyle walked in.
"You tired?" he asked her.
"Yeah, but it's a good tired," she assurred him.
"She never complained Michael. The baby came quick,
and she had no pain," said Kyle as smiled at her
lovingly.
"Liz says it's not fair," said Isabel closing her
eyes. Soon she was asleep.
Michael carried his son to Kyle. 
"She told me what you did...the name and the birth
certificate. Thanks."
Kyle nodded. "You know I wanted to kill you all
those months ago when she told me what had happened."
"I wondered why you didn't try. I figured you were
afraid I would use my powers on you. You were always
so nice to me and I couldn't figure out why," said
Michael. "I wouldn't have been if I had been in your
place."
"Well I love her, and it would have destroyed her if I
had let this come between us. Now I'm glad I didn't.
But that doesn't mean that I'm not still hurt or angry
about it. I am and that will take time, but I'm not
bitter. I don't hate you. She doesn't know any of
this, and I want it kept that way," said Kyle. He had
decided to be honest with Michael.
Michael nodded. "Then Isabel finally got the man she
deserved Kyle. All these year of searching and she
finally found the one."
They both looked at the sleeping woman that connected
both their lives, each loving her in a way that only
he could.
And they smiled.


End