Feedback:ESPECIALLY this time. This is the first non M/M fic I've written, so I don't know how I'll do
Note:Just so everyone knows, I love the character Alex, if I had a choice of any of the Roswell actors, I would chose Colin Hanks a close second to Brendan. But, I wrote this anyway. And, just to point out, I don't remember all of Destiny in detail, so I'm not sure exactly what Kyle saw.
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Kyle sat at his kitchen table, munching on his cereal. He made sure to keep his eyes fixed on his bowl, pointedly ignoring Tess who sat across the table from him. Not that it was a problem, she didn't really like to speak to him either.
He still wasn't sure why his father was so insistent on taking her in. What did they need her for? They were doing fine on their own, at least they had been. Then Max Evans started to monopolize his father's time, and take him away from Kyle. He could have sworn the only time his dad had talked to him had been that one time he had failed a biology exam, and that had been just for awhile to yell at his son. Even when he had informed Kyle that Tess was moving in, it hadn't left room for disagreement, or even asking for reasons.
You would think when a son got shot, it would bring him and his father closer. Not so with Kyle and Jim. Kyle still wasn't sure exactly what happened that, night but he knew he wouldn't get the truth. Not when it involved his father's precious Max Evans. Kyle was supposed to believe some lame story about some man bitter over an arrest his father has made years before, taking his revenge out on Kyle. Uh huh. And that's why all the cloak and dagger stuff with Max. Never mind that the man with the supposed grudge had been a freaking deputy.
But no matter how much Kyle pressed, all he got were lies, evasions and half-truths. Then, Tess came, and he got no explanation. All Kyle could figure was, it had something to do with Max Evans. Apparently, everything in this world had to do with Max Evans.
Frustratedly, Kyle shoved his empty cereal bowl away, and kicked back his chair as he stormed from the table. Tess didn't even look up.
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He found himself sitting under the bleachers in the gymnasium, skipping out on his first period class. School wasn't even a haven. Every day, he had to be faced with Max, Liz, his new housemate and everything involved with them. What was the point? Maybe giving his dad a reason to yell at him again would get him some attention, some acknowledgment of his presence in the world.
Kyle could hear the gym class in session playing basketball, the dribbling poking holes in his head. But, here under the bleachers, he was alone at least. It was dark, and nobody came under here except him.
Until now that was.
As he leaned against the gym wall, he closed his eyes in the already dim light. Therefore he didn't see the blonde that had crawled under there with him. Apparently she hadn't seen him either.
They realized each other's presence when she tripped over his foot, not seeing him sitting there. He heard her mumble a quiet, "Shit!" as she fell.
As she picked herself up and dusted herself off, she turned back to face him, and gave a start. "Kyle!" Isabel said, as surprised to see him as he was her.
"What are you doing here?" was all he could think of to say. He had never really talked to her. Although they ran with the same crowds, participated in some of the same activities, he had never really spoken to Isabel Evans past pleasantries. Even with the crap involving her brother, he still never had.
"What are you doing here?" she countered indignantly, staring at him warily.
He shrugged, not caring, "Skipping class. I wasn't aware anyone else came under here."
She shook her head, "Nobody does. Except for me, when I need to get away from Ms.Kilender and her Godawful gym class."
Kyle let out a bark of laughter, "I had her last year. General Kilender. First teacher to give me lower than A's in gym."
She smiled, "A federal offense." Then, the smile dropped from her face, as she dropped her eyes. He looked away too. It was as if they were embarrassed to have shared an amusing moment. Speaking to her gave him a guilty feeling, though he wasn't sure why. Maybe because she was part of the world his father was lying to keep him out of.
When she plopped down on the ground, he stared at her in amazement. "Aren't you leaving?"
She shook her head, "And go back to the repetitious dribbling? If you have a problem sharing this space with me, you leave."
"I'm not going back to chemistry," he said, surprised at the suggestion.
"Fine then," she said as he sat down beside her. There was tons of space under the bleachers, but with her there it seemed rude to walk away, just to escape her.
They sat in silence, Kyle becoming slightly uncomfortable. God, maybe he should go back to chemistry. Instead, he tried to take advantage. After all, what did he have to lose?
"Isabel?" he said, a little apprehensively.
"Hmmm?" she muttered non-commitedly as she examined her perfectly painted nails.
"Who healed me when I was shot?" he asked abruptly, causing her to put a dent in that perfect nail polish when one of her fingers slipped in surprise.
"What are you talking about?" she replied, not answering, trying to appear nonchalant. "I had heard you were shot by someone who had a grudge against your dad, but how am I supposed to know what doctor healed you?"
Kyle shook his head, not giving up now that he had someone who was actually speaking to him. This was the longest conversation he had had with someone in a month. "You know it wasn't like that Isabel, you understand what I'm talking about. It wasn't a doctor who healed me, and a grudge wasn't the reason I got shot. The reason had to do with your precious brother."
Her head shot back and forth, side to side. "I don't know what you're talking about Kyle. I mean, you don't even really remember anything from that night. Do you?" he could hear the desperate quality in her voice.
Kyle didn't say anything for a moment, then replied quietly, "I remember a lot more than everyone thinks I do Isabel, especially my dad."
He lifted up his t-shirt slightly, revealing a patch of smooth, white, pure skin. "See this?" he asked in a soft voice.
"What?" she asked dumbly.
Kyle let the t-shirt fall. "Exactly. There's nothing there Isabel, nothing at all. And that's where I was shot. I can't remember exactly who healed me, but I know the best plastic surgeons can't do that good a job, or doctors make me recover that quickly."
Isabel's lower lip trembled slightly, and all she asked was, "What do you want Kyle?"
He shook his head, "I don't care about exposing you if you are aliens or whatever, I don't care about any of that. God, the FBI would have a field day with what little I do remember. All I want Isabel, is the truth, the truth so I can have my father back."
He saw her indecision, trying to weigh how much he knew, and how he would react to more. "Just tell me the truth Isabel. That's all I want."
She buried her face in her hands, "Kyle, please...."
He moved closer, his face coming closer to hers, "Why is it so hard for anyone to trust me? My own father, he won't give me the time of day. This secret, it's tearing us apart. I won't tell anyone, I couldn't. I mean, I've got some idea what is going on, but I want to know Isabel. Right now, for sure. What in God's name is going on!?"
"The sheriff couldn't say anything," Isabel said in a barely audible voice. "It was too dangerous, we made him swear not to." She acknowledged finally that something was going on.
"What is it Isabel?" Kyle demanded, getting frustrated.
"We're aliens," Isabel said. She was still so quiet he could barely hear her. But he understood her words all the same. They were what his grandfather had wasted his life pursuing, what his father seemed to have been desperate for as well.
Kyle leaned heavily back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. "You're aliens," he repeated, saying the words to acknowledge the truth to himself. Isabel didn't say anything. Finally he turned back to her. "Did Liz know too?"
Isabel nodded wearily, "She did, and so did Alex and Maria."
"Is that it?" Kyle asked incredulously.
"Yes," Isabel answered, her voice subdued. "That's it. Not my parents, not Michael's ex-parent, and well, Tess doesn't even have parents. Just Liz, Alex, Maria, your father. And now, you."
"And Max healed me?" Kyle asked, wanting to get it straight.
Isabel nodded, "Yeah. It's part of the reason your father is so indebted to us. Quite simply Kyle, you were going to die. Max saved you. Even if it hadn't been for your father being there, he would have. We're not evil Kyle."
"I never thought that," Kyle said quietly. "I don't think you're evil or anything Isabel. I dislike Max at times, but that doesn't make anyone evil. You know the funny thing here Isabel? I've just heard that you, someone I've known since elementary school, and 3 other people I know are aliens. I should be skeptical, or something, but I'm not. I suspected, but never really knew. Until now."
"And now you know." Isabel echoed softly. "So Kyle, what happens now that you know the truth? Do we have to skip town to avoid the FBI."
"I won't tell a soul," Kyle said in all seriousness, "I know what this means Isabel, I know how big it is. Even if I wanted to betray you four, which I don't, I couldn't. Not with my dad involved."
She looked at him dubiously, and he wanted nothing more than for her to believe him. "You can trust me," he said insistently, taking her hand, "I won't betray you Isabel."
And that's when it happened. His skin brushed hers, and he was lost. He saw a brief vision of stars, but then it was gone. But he was still lost in her. All his mind could focus on was the girl in front him him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned forward to kiss her.
She didn't push him away.
Her lips were incredibly soft and pliant. But after the initial contact, that wasn't all he was thinking of. He was seeing things. Wonderful things that flashed in his mind.
^^Stars, lost of stars, coming towards him at light speed. A feeling of fear and desperation.^^
^^Holding the hand of the dark haired boy as the car lights approached, wondering all the time where the boy with the spikey hair went.^^
^^Encompassed in the arms of the blonde woman, feeling the sense of belonging, at the same time knowing something was missing.^^
The flow was cut off when Isabel pulled away abruptly. Her voice was shaky, "I saw...I saw things....I saw you"."
"Me too," his voice wasn't entirely steady. He closed his eyes to calm himself, then looked into her wide, terrified eyes. Wanting to reassure her, he brushed back the loose tendril of hair that had fallen down the side of her face. But, at his action of tenderness she shot to her feet.
"No," she wildly shook her head, "I can't do this Kyle, not with you."
"Why not?" he asked incredulously. He wasn't that repulsent as a boyfriend. Before Max Evans came along, Liz had enjoyed being with him.
"No," she said more forcefully, "This can't happen ever again Kyle. It's not right."
"Why can't it?" Kyle demanded, getting to his feet as well. He had never felt this way with another person, never felt that close. He had seen deep into her, just as it seemed she had seen deep into him.
"Do you know how much I betray when I kiss you?" Isabel asked desperately, "You don't understand Kyle. I betray Alex. I betray Michael. I betray my entire destiny."
"From one stinking kiss?" Kyle said dubiously. "You and Whitman, I thought you spilt up. As for the rest, kissing me, being with me, betrays nothing."
"You don't understand Kyle," Isabel said desperately, "You don't understand a thing. My life, there's so much more to it. I can't go against what I was planned for, and even if I could, I wouldn't hurt Alex to do it."
"No," Kyle said determinedly, trying to grab her hand, but she flung it away.
"The balls have stopped bouncing," she babbled near hysterically, "Gym class must nearly be done. I've got to get to the change rooms before the girls get worried. Bye Kyle."
She hesitated for a moment, seeming as if she wanted to touch him, but then she sprinted away, nearly tripping over the understructure of the bleachers.
He watched her go, unable to stop her.
He knew that whatever her destiny was, he wanted to change it so it included him. Even if it was for mere moments, he had been close to someone for the first time in his life, and he didn't want to let that go.
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