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Fandom: Roswell

Category/Rated: G

Year/Length: 2007/~161 words

Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit, only having fun.

Dreamwalking was a skill Isabel Evans had perfected , and she knew that both Max and Michael would have given their eye teeth to be able to do it. She'd first found out she had the knack back in Junior High, but it was later, when Max had taken up with Liz Parker that her talent really came into its own.

Kyle Velanti had been hostile to Max for most of the semester, and her quiet brother had borne it with dignity, but Isabel hadn't taken things lying down. Instead, unbeknown to Max, she'd set herself to make Kyle's life a misery, invading his dreams to insinuate suggestions there that would ensure his rest was anything but peaceful.

She'd set herself a goal, and vowed she wouldn't quit until she'd achieved it. The day she finally knew she'd reached her objective was the morning she saw Kyle hanging out his laundry — sheets and underwear.

She wore a smile all day.

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