I Just Want To Be Normal

A Christmas Tale was playing on the TV as Isabel took advantage of her night off to finish wrapping the small mountain of gifts she'd gotten for all her family and friends in Roswell. She was really, really glad that Wyatt would be orbing them home on Christmas Eve because otherwise the excess baggage fees would have been insane.

Eggnog and Christmas cookies within reach, Isabel was one happy Christms Nazi.

Homecoming Carnival with Xander

Shadowy Corners - Angel

Homecoming Dance - Wyatt & Parker

Homecoming Brunch - Piper

The problem with being too jazzed up to sleep after working a busy Saturday night was that there was nothing worthwhile watching on TV.

Isabel knew she should change the channel. Any movie that featured the line "He planted the seed of the beast in my body" in the opening scene was truly going to be bad. She could feel her brain cells dying as the minutes slipped by.

But she couldn't look away. "Oh honey, you really are too dumb to live," she muttered as the female lead accepted a ride from the creepy stranger with an accent.

[This is just a little okay a lot NWS]

If you dream them, they will come...

The words quietly echoed through Isabel's head as she woke up, straining to remember the details of the dream she'd been having. She'd been in the Crashdown eating pie with Alex as they laughed, held hands and watched Liz and Maria serve plates of food to alien looking tourists.

She wasn't sure why the dream disturbed her as much as it did. It wasn't a nightmare. Isabel knew nightmares. They might not happen as much anymore, but every once in while, she still dreamed of Kivar, or relived being kidnapped. But this was no nightmare, instead Isabel smiled, she might not remember the words they exchanged, but she could still feel the warmth and contentment she'd felt sitting at the table.

Isabel sighed and turned restlessly, unable to help feeling guilty as a Wyatt's arm tightened around her. It seemed wrong to be dreaming about Alex when Wyatt was the one there with her. Carefully, Isabel slipped from the bed. Maybe a cup of tea would help her settle down so she could go back to sleep.

The day's plans were supposed to include shopping, lunch out, and possibly some dancing later that evening. Except those were the plans of 20 year old Isabel. Six year old Isabel was much happier spending the afternoon at the park playing on the swings, happily looking forward to a promised dinner at the Crashdown.

"Parker! Wyatt! Maria! Look at me! I'm almost flying!"

Thanks to the efforts of Veronica, Piper, Chris & Summer, the Hyperion was decorated nicely for Wyatt's birthday and there was plenty of food to eat.

Now it was just a matter of the birthday boy arriving. Don't worry, Isabel would make sure he'd be there on time.

[Wyatt's Birthday Party. Invites of the handwavey sort were sent out and equally handwavey transport by Chris Halliwell was provided. Ping in and get your alumni February activity.]

Email with Sam

Thanksgiving - Parker, Piper

New York for New Year's

Hotel Room with Wyatt
Kirby Plaze with Claire
Lunch with Parker
Brunch with Chris

Close to twelve hours on her feet helping keep multiple events running smoothly meant that Isabel was exhausted when she finally crawled into bed. Sleep came quickly.

And the nightmares soon followed.

( She was back in Kirby Plaza watching from the shadows as Peter confronted Sylar. )

Isabel sat upright with a gasp. Maybe someday she'd get used to the nightmares, but it wasn't going to be any time soon.

[Establishy unless the boyfriend feels like waking up.]

Facebook with Drake

Homecoming

Talking to Meg at the dance

With Wyatt at the dance

Catching up with Luke

Catching up with Xander

Catching up with Cam

Anakin at the dunk tank

Hanging out at the carnival"> - Johnny, Parker, Alanna, Ronan

Pie throwing at Drake

Brunch with Karla

Brunch with Sam

Fortunately Isabel was an old hand at Fandom weirdness. After waking up as a guy, she'd hidden out in her room until she heard her roommate leave the apartment for the day. Since she didn't feel like explaining who she was to her classmates, she texted one of her study partners to send her the lecture notes, then settled into do some work for her independent study classes.

Fortunately Isabel didn't have to work that night. After getting a message from Sarah that she was staying in studio for the night which meant she wouldn't have to go back to hiding in her room, Isabel settled in for a night of models, crazy survivalists, and bitchy chefs.

Life, despite it's little quirks, couldn't get better.