"We were supposed to come here and learn to use our powers. I guess they thought we'd be safe here." Isabel rolled her eyes. "Of course that plan went to hell when the ship crashed."
"I don't know about Area 51, that's actually up in Nevada. But I can say positively that the crash of 1947 was definitely not a weather balloon," Isabel promised.
"There could be I guess. But, oh..." she stopped, suddenly understanding Rory's question. "The ship that crashed in 1947 was carrying our pods," she explained. "Whoever survived the crash managed to get them to a cave in the desert. And that's where we stayed, incubating I guess you could say, until we finally came out ten years ago."
"Oh, wow," Rory breathed. "Okay. That makes sense. That's...incredible." She shook her head. "You know, I'm one of the boring people here. My deep, dark secret is that sometimes? I drink decaf. Just 'cause. No special powers, nothing."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Isabel said quietly. "Sometimes I wish I was. It would be nice to look forward to normal things, you know, meeting someone special, having a career, a family. I don't think I'm going to get that chance."
"Would that make me a superhero?" Isabel grinned, making a deliberate effort to not think about the fact that she'd already died once trying to save the planet. "Because I'm not wearing spandex."
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