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no_true_pairTitle: Homework Help
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV)
Pairing/Characters: Isobel Evans & Michael Guerin
Content Notes: Pre-canon
Prompt: Sept. 9, Isobel & Michael - "What's that noise?"
Isobel is in her room, sitting cross-legged on her bed with her pre-calculus textbook open when she hears a strange rattling sound coming from outside her second story window. It only lasts a few seconds, so she turns back to her pre-calculus homework. She chews on her pencil eraser and tries to find her focus again. Math isn’t exactly her favorite subject but she’s definitely not going to let Max get a better grade than her on the midterm.
Then, there’s a louder sound, almost like a knock. She jumps. It’s probably just the wind or something, but she unfolds her legs and gets up from her bed to check anyway.
She sees a branch shaking, its leaves dancing outside her window. The branch must have hit her window or the wall, that’s all. She huffs a laugh and climbs back onto her bed.
October is always a strange time of year in Roswell. The leaves are changing, the nights have grown shorter and colder, and people start acting real weird. Not to mention there are always a ton of people dressed like little green aliens running around town. Isobel is occasionally amused by how ridiculously off-based their assumptions about aliens are. Maybe all of the spooky vibes have gotten into her head, and she’s feeling just a bit jumpy.
Just as she’s about to reach for her TI-84 calculator, there’s a crash against her window. This time she’s so startled her book and her pencil go tumbling off the bed. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and goosebumps break out on her arms.
“What the hell?” She says as she gets up again. She gathers her courage, and her sharpest pencil, and slowly walks towards the window.
This time when she looks out, she notices Michael’s mop of curly dark hair. She hurriedly unlatches the latch and pushes the window open.
“What are you doing?” She hisses.
“Why are you holding a pencil up?” Michael asks instead of answering. He’s perched on the end of a branch. It’s sagging almost below her window and it looks awfully precarious. She has no idea how long he’ll be able to stay like that.
“I was ready to stab you, you idiot!”
“Halloween must have Izzy on edge,” Michael teases.
Isobel rolls her eyes. “Shut up and get in before you fall.”
Michael ungracefully grabs her window sill and pulls himself inside. Isobel ditches her pencil on her desk and then turns and puts a hand on her hip.
“Okay, so why are you here?”
“Max is not home,” Michael says as he scuffs his boot against the carpet.
“Yeah, he has science club.” With LIz Ortecho, Isobel doesn’t need to add. They both are very aware of Max’s ridiculous crush.
“Well, is it cool if I hang out here?”
Isobel raises an eyebrow, about to say she’s got way too much homework to ‘hang out.’ But she knows how often he hangs out in Max’s room, and it’s not because they’re partying. Max is way too much of a square for that. She’s heard some very vague things from Max about Michael’s foster Dad. Maybe Michael just doesn’t want to go home.
So she nods instead.
“Yeah, sure. Maybe you can help with precalc?”
Michael grins. “Oh, for sure.”
Isobel clears the stack of books from her desk chair so that Michael can sit. She’s not going to admit it, but she’s actually grateful for the company. At least if there are any more spooky sounds, she won’t be alone.
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV)
Pairing/Characters: Isobel Evans & Michael Guerin
Content Notes: Pre-canon
Prompt: Sept. 9, Isobel & Michael - "What's that noise?"
Isobel is in her room, sitting cross-legged on her bed with her pre-calculus textbook open when she hears a strange rattling sound coming from outside her second story window. It only lasts a few seconds, so she turns back to her pre-calculus homework. She chews on her pencil eraser and tries to find her focus again. Math isn’t exactly her favorite subject but she’s definitely not going to let Max get a better grade than her on the midterm.
Then, there’s a louder sound, almost like a knock. She jumps. It’s probably just the wind or something, but she unfolds her legs and gets up from her bed to check anyway.
She sees a branch shaking, its leaves dancing outside her window. The branch must have hit her window or the wall, that’s all. She huffs a laugh and climbs back onto her bed.
October is always a strange time of year in Roswell. The leaves are changing, the nights have grown shorter and colder, and people start acting real weird. Not to mention there are always a ton of people dressed like little green aliens running around town. Isobel is occasionally amused by how ridiculously off-based their assumptions about aliens are. Maybe all of the spooky vibes have gotten into her head, and she’s feeling just a bit jumpy.
Just as she’s about to reach for her TI-84 calculator, there’s a crash against her window. This time she’s so startled her book and her pencil go tumbling off the bed. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and goosebumps break out on her arms.
“What the hell?” She says as she gets up again. She gathers her courage, and her sharpest pencil, and slowly walks towards the window.
This time when she looks out, she notices Michael’s mop of curly dark hair. She hurriedly unlatches the latch and pushes the window open.
“What are you doing?” She hisses.
“Why are you holding a pencil up?” Michael asks instead of answering. He’s perched on the end of a branch. It’s sagging almost below her window and it looks awfully precarious. She has no idea how long he’ll be able to stay like that.
“I was ready to stab you, you idiot!”
“Halloween must have Izzy on edge,” Michael teases.
Isobel rolls her eyes. “Shut up and get in before you fall.”
Michael ungracefully grabs her window sill and pulls himself inside. Isobel ditches her pencil on her desk and then turns and puts a hand on her hip.
“Okay, so why are you here?”
“Max is not home,” Michael says as he scuffs his boot against the carpet.
“Yeah, he has science club.” With LIz Ortecho, Isobel doesn’t need to add. They both are very aware of Max’s ridiculous crush.
“Well, is it cool if I hang out here?”
Isobel raises an eyebrow, about to say she’s got way too much homework to ‘hang out.’ But she knows how often he hangs out in Max’s room, and it’s not because they’re partying. Max is way too much of a square for that. She’s heard some very vague things from Max about Michael’s foster Dad. Maybe Michael just doesn’t want to go home.
So she nods instead.
“Yeah, sure. Maybe you can help with precalc?”
Michael grins. “Oh, for sure.”
Isobel clears the stack of books from her desk chair so that Michael can sit. She’s not going to admit it, but she’s actually grateful for the company. At least if there are any more spooky sounds, she won’t be alone.