I Just Want To Be Normal

Isabel tried not to think about the fact that things were quiet for the moment. Quiet was good. Quiet was wonderful in fact. But thinking about it too much was the surest way to wind up with the demon of the week shimmering in to break another table.

Instead she was going to focus on the fact that Victor was out of town, Victoria was sleeping, and she and Wyatt had the house to themselves for the night.

Just in time for the The Meandering Deceased finale.

Isabel was finishing up wrapping a few last minute gifts before she and Wyatt headed out to Roswell for Christmas Eve with her family. But before they left for the insanity, there was one thing she needed his help with.

"Hey Wyatt? Can you come here for a minute?"

Beach in the Umbridgeverse - wee Anakin Solo, Savannah

Caritas with Clint

Room post - Savannah & Bel

Talking with Phoebe

Caritas - Kitty & Rory

Detention Breakout - Dinah, Phoebe, Wyatt, Jack Priest, Kaidan

Whitehat Hideout - Stephanie, Robin, Phoebe, Eve, K-mart, Shira, Sean, Belthazor, Wyatt, Stark, Piper

Heading Home with Wyatt

Filling Parker in

Isabel was still mumbling under her breath when she banged through the door of her apartment. Ignoring anyone else that might be around, she headed straight for the kitchen and the pint of Hagen-Daaz that was hidden in the back of the freezer.

"Don't understand my ass. I understand damn well. You're an idiot."

She stabbed the spoon into the container and decided that it was one of those time where drowning her angst in ice cream was the only acceptable solution.

Having her college graduation happen on the same weekend as Mother's Day weekend meant a lot of celebrating. There had been a post ceremony dinner where Max complained about the lack of entertainment at this ceremony versus the one at Fandom four years early. Both Isabel & Wyatt had thrown rolls from the bread basket at him. Blowing bubbles and batting a beach ball about the amongst the graduate chairs was more fun the beating up fairies and fighting for your life. Mostly. Okay, maybe Isabel did feel a little nostalgic for graduation battle when some of the speeches dragged on.

Sunday and Mother's day meant brunch and then tourist time on the Strip with her parents.

All and all, it was a great weekend.

But now everyone had gone home and Isabel was content to settle in on the couch and work on some wedding plans.

[Damn, my girl's a college graduate as of this weekend. For phone calls, emails, surprise visits or the fiancee if he's around.]

Isabel's Valentine Day plans included a quiet dinner in with Wyatt and a movie or two.

Until he turned up, she was supposed to be working on a paper for class, or maybe looking through some wedding idea websites. Except she'd been distracted by a link that turned up in Twitter feed.

She was going to lose hours reading the posts. Hours!

[For phone calls, texts, emails, or anyone that might want to drop by. Blame blessed_twice for the link.]

So last week had pretty much sucked. What with the fighting and the disappearing and the dramatic gestures and filling people in.

But ultimately they'd won. People returned. And there was celebrating and breakfast.

Returning to Roswell and finding everything the way it was supposed to be had been a relief. Finding out all her exams were over when she'd returned the Las Vegas a day later had been an even bigger relief in some ways. It meant she had more time to focus on catching up with all the holiday planning that had been disrupted by the world almost ending.

Three days later, after a massive online shopping spree and an afternoon spent decorating the apartment, Isabel was willing to admit she'd caught up as best she could and that it was time to relax.

With a bridal magazine.

Beware the OCD organizer girl on a mission.

Library with Jen

Phone call with Jamie

Wyatt tries to get Jarod - Wyatt & Parker

Somehow Isabel had managed to keep the conversation fairly light when she'd met Parker in the Perk the night before. The other girl was too travel-lagged and over-tired to deal with news about missing friends and Isabel figured she'd appreciate a night's sleep before having to face the current reality.

Because reality was better faced with food, Isabel was in the kitchen quietly making breakfast. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

[For the housemates or anyone else looking for the alien girl. One of the kidlets is sick so I'll be home and pretty much around all day.]