44 Blueberry Hill, Saturday

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe was tired of being cooped up and feeling a little restless. She couldn't seem to get comfortable and her emotions and hormones were slightly frayed.

Ok, more than slightly.

After some wheedling, begging and threatening, the boys had helped Phoebe get settled on the front porch swing.

She was, of course, wearing a jacket and there was a blanket nearby in case she got chilled. There was also a pitcher of Lavender Jasmine tea on the table next to her as well as her laptop and a selection of trashy novels.


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[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"And when someone comes after you," she asked gently. "What then?"

Because it would happen. It always happened.

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"There's no one left from our planet that would go after us," Isabel told her. "And no human's been after us since I got grabbed in high school." She couldn't help the brief shudder of fear that overtook her at the memory of what had happened then.

Isabel was very good at denial. It's how she'd survived the last two years.

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

Oh how Phoebe was familiar with denial.

"So, because it hasn't happened yet, you think it will never happen again? Do you love Jesse, Isabel?"

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"I think the odds are pretty slim at this point. I'm willing to take the chance," she said.

"I do." It was just a calm, quiet, very low-key kind of love that she'd convinced herself that she felt. Nothing at all like the fire, passion and excitement she'd known before and that she refused to let herself think about.

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think the Source would come after us again because so much time had passed and guess how that went?" Her voice was still soft. "Do you trust him?"

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

Considering the little bit she'd heard from Anders and Cole, she could only imagine.

"Maybe not enough," Isabel murmured "It's hard Phoebe. His life has been so utterly, completely, totally normal. How do I tell him without him thinking I'm some sort of lunatic or freak? Especially after all this time."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"If he thinks that than he doesn't deserve to be a part of your life." Phoebe's eyes flashed. "You are not a freak or a lunatic and anyone who treats you like that gets to deal with me."

Hello hormones.

Phoebe shook her head. "You are a beautiful, wonderful woman, Isabel. You deserve to be with someone you can trust to embrace everything about you."

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but try and see it from his point of view," she replied. "After all this time, now I tell him?"

"All of this, it's just all mixed up in my head."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"I can imagine how mixed up it is."

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"You probably can," Isabel agreed. "I don't know what I'm going to do. But I'm going to have to figure it out soon."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to lecture you or tell what I think you should do," Phoebe said softly. "I will say you should think about what's best for you. Not what you think is best, but what is best. I'll also say that I'm here for whatever you need."

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"I'm thinking Phoebe, trust me. All I'm doing is thinking." She leaned over to give Phoebe a quick hug. "But I'm done being all emo for now."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

Phoebe hugged her back. "You don't have to worry about being emo around me, Isabel."

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes I do. You're all happy and excited. You don't need me moping about," Isabel replied with a sheepish smile.

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"If my friends can't be true to their own emotions around me, then what kind of person am I?" Phoebe's demand was given with a grin.

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"A horrible one," she teased. "But we both know that's not true."

Isabel got to her feet and slowly started down the porch steps. "But for now, I'm going to go take a shower and relax. Playing tourist is hard."

[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

"Have a nice night, Isabel," Phoebe said. "And come back and see me soon or I'll go into a hormone fit on the boys and send them to you in flaily tears begging you to come calm me down."

[desertaliengirl.livejournal.com]

"Do that. I'll take pictures."

Amused, despite the still heavy thoughts in her head, Isabel made her way to Veronica's house.