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OOM: Michael goes dreamwalking

The door opens and Michael strides in from the palace, in uniform. He doesn't look as stressed as he has since Faith was last in the bar.

He has reason to believe everything's going to be okay for her, after all. And he's looking for anyone who knows Faith, to share it.

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So let's abuse millitime for a bit, and say Isabel's already seen future Faith. And she's mulling as a result. Like cider...but not really.

She walks over to Michael, doing her 'everything's just perfect can't you tell even though you know that something not so happy is on my mind' routine.

Michael knows her well enough to tell, by now. He smiles at her guardedly.

"Hey, Izzy."

"So...I...I haven't talked to you in awhile. I was thinking you and Maria should come over for dinner one night. Unless you already have plans with Max and Faith..."

She bites her bottom lip.

"I mean you don't have to come, I know you hate Warren and all."

"No plans", he assures her. "I'm pretty much free whenever - we'll be there, just name the night."

"I'll talk to Warren. But like I said...I know you...I'd want to invite Max but...I don't feel like I can anymore."

Michael blinks. "What? Why?"

"Because he'd rather be with Faith...as would you most of the time it seems. And that's cool. I mean I know I don't stay in the bar like the rest of you do...I just...miss you guys you know? And..." She looks down at her hands. "And it feels like you two don't need me anymore now that you have her. And it's been feeling like that for a long time."

He sighs and goes to her, tipping her chin up so she has to look at him.

"Isabel... where did you get the idea we don't need you? I mean. We've all grown up, now, we've got our own lives to deal with, but... you're still our sister."

"Because that's how it is now. It's you, Max and Faith now. And she's replaced me and I'm so scared..." She admits, letting her face move up, but keeping her eyes down.

"She has not replaced you", Michael says sharply. "Just because she matters to us, doesn't mean you don't. We can't get into Warren's world without you, remember? So you have to come see us here."

"I just miss how things used to be. I wish we could go back sometimes...and just...be us. I mean, when Maria and Liz entered the picture there were a lot of times when I felt left out. But it's gotten worse now and I just...I don't come visit because I didn't know if you guys wanted me around really. If I had a place anymore. I mean...if she marries Max then she becomes the missing piece in the Royal Four and...and I don't know why that bothers me so much but it does."

"It's never going to be how it was, because we're not who we were", Michael points out. "We're older now. More responsibilities. But you will always have a place in this family."

"I guess so. I just feel so alone sometimes and I shouldn't because I have Warren but...it's not the same. Because you guys have been there. You know everything we've gone through and you can understand it..."

She closes her eyes. "I need to talk to Max anyway...I want-

"I want to go to Roswell and visit my parents...and to tell them the truth."

Michael looks at her for a long moment, then nods.

"Maria's mom already knows. It can't do any harm to tell them, now. But you don't go alone. And if you can, you take a security person with you. They've got a guaranteed way back."

"Which means I ask Faith...because I don't know any others except Tim and we haven't talked since he got married and decided I didn't exist anymore."

She misses him now that she brings it up.

"Faith would go if you asked. You know she would. When she's back. Or I could borrow Alanna's badge for you, or Arithon's."

"I'll think of something. I just...I need to do this. For me."

"I know. But I want you to be safe, too."

"Trust me Michael. I'll be safe. You don't have to worry about that, okay? I know how to take care of myself."

"Good. And any time you want to see me - any time - you just come here. I'm around as often as not, and if I'm not Maria probably will be."

She nods, taking a deep breath as she does so. "Thank you, Michael." She reaches over, squeezing his hand. "We really should work on cross-dimensional telepathy. I'm beginning to wonder if I could walk you even while you're awake if I need to contact you."

He squeezes back, smiling. "Max managed to call me back from Antar, when he needed help healing Arithon. Gotta be worth a try."

"So how is your own dream walking going?" She asks, smiling back at him.

And then she has to pause a little. Michael was interested in expanding his powers, as she herself was. But what about Max?

"It worked", he tells her proudly. "I got into Faith's dream."

Max, it could be argued, is busy enough with ruling the planet.

"Congratulations. You know it's kind of amazing when you think about that just a few years ago...you hardly had any power control at all. And now look at you, General."

Michael grins. "I know."

"Right, so dinner. Any day is good for me, I tend to cook every night. Maybe I'll make you a tabasco cake like the one you made me for my eighteenth birthday."

"Don't forget the eggs", he says "solemnly". "And just let me know when, so we can get a babysitter."

"Sure. Um. Whatever day is best for you really...and you can bring the baby if you want, though it'd probably just freak Warren out."

"I've already got offers of at least three babysitters", he says with a grin. "Should probably take them up on it sometime."

He pauses, as something occurs to him. "Oh yeah, and... guess who showed up a couple of days ago."

She looks at him curious, for just a moment hoping it's Alex. But she lets that go. "Who?"

"Kyle."

"Kyle...Valenti? Really? How about that. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Almost everyone else showed up from our world."

"Yeah. He's living in our guest room for awhile."

"It would be nice to see him again. He...he really helped me after Alex's death. Got me out of my whole of depression."

Michael nods. "Well, he knows you come here, so... keep an eye out for him."

"You know what's kind of funny? I think I probably could have ended up liking him one day. Except that he's so short."

Michael would snort at the idea, but... "Maria thinks he likes you."

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"Me? She thinks Kyle Valenti likes me?"

Yeah her short point...have we noticed how short her husband is?

"He would NEVER get a crush on an alien."

"Wouldn't have thought he'd be friends with one either, three years ago."

"That's true. That's very true. You're quite a smart guy, Guerin. When did that happen?" She teases.

Michael shrugs. "Who knows?"

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