Max had healed them. He really was better… almost himself, she could see.
'Come on, Parker,' Maria said. 'Chop, chop, we don't get out of here until you get yourself ready.'
'Actually, I was thinking we could stay a while, at least another day,' Isabel said.
'Why?' Michael asked.
Isabel was quiet for a moment, then she said, 'Gee, I don't know. Let's see, spend the next day and night in a stinky old van with five other people, or stay in a mansion stocked with food and drink.'
'Yeah, but…,' Maria started to say.
'We should have a party. This place was built for parties,' Isabel said.
'What if he comes back?' Michael asked.
'He won't, I'm sure of it,' Isabel said.
'Maybe we should vote on it,' Max said. 'Sorry Max, this isn't a democracy,' Isabel said. 'I guess it's a party, then,' Michael said.
Isabel spent the morning going through the house and using her powers to clean up and repair the damage done from the night before. She wanted to erase any sign that Nicholas had been here. She found two cast-iron pokers imbedded in the hallway walls upstairs. Then there was the infirmary, which she hadn't wanted to enter at first.
Inside, she found that the room didn't give her the bad feeling it had the first time she had seen it. It just seemed empty now, and peaceful. She repaired the broken window easily and picked up the few things that had been displaced.
She thought the Bentons would approve.
Isabel went down to the basement and stood there for a long time before she walked through the door and down the staircase into the sub-basement. She considered getting Max or Michael to come with her, but she didn't think she could explain to them why she was doing what she was about to do.
In the end, she had steeled herself and walked quickly down the stairs. Inside the lab, she summoned her powers and went to work. She melted all of the equipment and pods, fusing them into unrecognizable masses of rubble. For a moment, she worried that she might be giving the Special Unit something to study. Then she realized that when she was finished, they would know less about what happened here if they came looking, not more.
She wished she could fill in the space, but she had to satisfy herself with destroying everything that he had
brought into this house. Stepping back into the basement, she pulled concrete from the surrounding walls to cover up the place where the door had been. Now, no one could tell anything had ever been there.
Then she turned and headed upstairs. In the kitchen, the others were getting ready to cook. Michael carried in some frozen meat from the walk-in freezer. Kyle brought in armfuls of food from the pantry.
'I don't want to speculate on your friends the Skins' diet and biology, but Nicholas sure did pack a lot of beans. I mean, you wouldn't believe it,' he said.
They all laughed, even Isabel, and the laughter felt good. It belonged in this house. They spent the afternoon cooking and set the table with china and crystal that had been lovingly maintained but not used in many years, Isabel guessed. Michael had wanted them to use their powers to prepare the food. Isabel refused to allow it. Though it was quicker, it never tasted the same.
After their meal, they gathered around the fire in the great room. The boys had found some snacks and they had talked and laughed. Then Maria began to play the guitar and sing.
Isabel lost track of time. It was a party, a real party with friends who felt at home with one another in a place that was beautiful and comfortable. As the night drew to a close, Isabel had the feeling that there were five more guests at the party, five people she and her friends couldn't see.
Isabel imagined that three of those people were up past their bedtime, but had gotten special permission from their parents. When the fire finally went out, Isabel said a silent thanks to the Bentons and headed up the stairs.
'Okay Max, open your eyes,' Liz said, and Max did. She was once again wearing her new black nightgown.
He smiled. 'Nice surprise,' he said, unable to take his eyes off of her.
'I take it that the king approves?' she said.
'Liz, I'm not the king,' he replied. 'I'm nobody's leader.'
'You're mine, you're all of ours,' she countered.
'Your visions have told you how that's going to turn out,' he said.
'No, Max, it's not. We're going to change that. You're going to change that,' she said.
'How? I couldn't save you from Nicholas. In fact, it was you, and Michael, and Isabel…,' he said, feeling flush with the memory of his failure.
'No, Max, we helped, and you gave us that chance. It's not all about you, you know,' she said.
'I thought I was king,' he teased.
Then Liz's face became serious. 'Like it or not, Max, you're the leader of this group, and part of that leadership is to let some of us do something once in a while. You can't put it all on your shoulders. It's not fair to you, or to us.' Max started to argue, but she shushed him. 'You said it yourself once: You have to use your powers more. You're stronger than you were when I met you. All three of you are.'
'What about you?' he asked. He had seen some of what she did, and Michael had told him the rest.
'Even me,' she said, and added, 'I'll help out when I can.'
She was amazing. She had saved them all by freeing
Michael and keeping Nicholas off balance long enough for Michael and Isabel to recover.
'I guess that makes you the power behind the throne,' he said. She smiled again… brightly, brilliantly, beautifully. 'That makes you queen,' he said.
Her smile turned coy. 'Would you deny your queen anything?'
He shook his head.
She pulled him closer and said, 'Then I have my first royal request.'
'Yes, ma'am,' he said, and then he kissed her.
'You know, Spaceboy, you just proved my point,' Maria said as they entered the bedroom.
'What?' he said, already not liking her tone. As usual, it had come out of nowhere.
'What do you mean, 'what'? You and Nicholas, mano a mono, throwing yourself in front of trouble,' she said, shaking her head. 'This is just the kind of thing I was talking about. You're Sonny Corleone, a walking time bomb.'
'Well, I mean, what was I supposed to do?' Michael sputtered.
'You're supposed to stay out of trouble,' she said.
Michael felt the hair on the back of his neck prick up as the blood rushed to his face. 'In case you weren't paying attention, he was going to kill all of us. That's the kind of trouble that's hard to avoid. And what about you? What about taking an iron poker and trying to brain him with it? At least I have powers,' he said.
'That was completely different,' she said, with an air of finality.
'How?' he demanded.
'It just was,' she said.
'Look Maria, everybody dies, but not everybody… '
'Don't!' she shouted at him. 'Don't give me that macho crap.'
'Look, I don't want to lose you. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, ever, if I can help it,' he said.
Maria paused, and then threw her arms around him. 'I thought I was going to lose you,' she said.
He held her quietly for a long moment and then whispered, 'You're not going to get rid of me that easily.'
Pulling back, he looked at her and wiped the tears from her face. 'Look Maria, everybody does die, but not everybody has a girl like you. In fact, I'm the only one, and I'm not going to let anyone get in the way of that. If that means taking out the odd alien in human form, then so be it. But whatever happens, you are not getting rid of me.'
'Michael,' she said softly, then she kissed him. A moment later, she pulled away and disappeared into the bathroom. When she emerged, she was wearing something black, and small.
Very small.
'Wow,' was all he could say.
