FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Legacies 19/?
Summary: There comes a point when a blind eye can no longer be turned.
TITLE: Legacies
RATING: R (for language)
CHARACTERS: Alex Manes, Kyle Valenti, Michael Guerin, Max Evans, Isobel Evans, Liz Ortecho, Maria DeLuca, Jim Valenti, Jesse Manes, Mimi DeLuca
PAIRING: Alex/Michael
WARNINGS: Violence against teen-agers, Jesse Manes is his own warning.
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: There comes a point when a blind eye can no longer be turned.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Legacies 19/?
The days are blending together for Alex, there’s really no change between one to the next.
He gets woken up by a nurse or orderly in the morning; his breakfast tray with food that he doesn’t want to eat, not even to appease his doctors, will arrive while someone is running through a checklist of questions on how he feels and how he slept and what his pain levels are at.
His pain levels are fine, he feels like he should be in more pain then he is.
He’s not and he’s been half terrified that the fact that he’s not in more pain means that he’s actually lost the ability to tell when he’s in pain.
He’s pretended to be asleep while the doctors go through his injuries with his mom and he knows that he’s lucky to even be alive. That if Kyle’s dad had been maybe an hour later in finding him that he might have not been.
Michael will normally appear while he’s dawdling and not eating his breakfast, someone usually in tow behind him.
He’s actually surprised when he wakes up on what he thinks is twelfth morning in the hospital, there were a couple of days where he was apparently unconscious and he’s not gotten a definitive answer on how many days that actually< /i> was; he opens his eyes an there’s no nurse or orderly or breakfast tray or Michael.
There’s Greg sitting slouched in the chair that normally Michael occupies tapping on his phone; when Alex glances at the window he can see that the blinds to his room are partially open showing it’s still dark out.
“Why aren’t you home sleeping?” he asks and Greg looks up at him in surprise.
“Hey,” he says softly, his big brother voice that Alex hasn’t heard in what feels like forever, “You in pain? We can call someone?”
Alex lays there, thinks, stares at his brother and shakes his head.
“Just the usual,” he says and Greg snorts and rolls his eyes.
“The usual for you is probably agony for anyone else little brother,” Greg says, he fumbles for the call button laying next to Alex’s hand and presses it.
Alex just watches him, if he’d thought about which of his brothers would actually show up at his bedside he doesn’t think Greg would have been on that list.
He’s not sure any of his brothers would have been, maybe Flint at one point but even right before he’d left for basic training he’d been more and more like dad.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Alex presses and Greg sighs at him.
“Mom and I agreed one of us would stay at least in the hospital with you, if not in the room with you, she was looking a little pale so,” Greg shrugs, “seems a shame to be spending the money on hotel room when it’s never getting used, we’re switching off until they release you.”
“Why aren’t you staying at the house?”
Greg and Clay’s room is exactly the same as it was left when they left, maybe a few little things missing that he and Flint had taken when they were missing their big brothers.
But it still had two beds in it and he’s sure once the sheets were washed it would have been a suitable place to sleep in.
Greg is just staring at him, and Alex blinks, not quite understanding why he look so baffled.
The nurse comes in distracting them for a few minutes, running through her questions and giving him a shot, patting him on the arm like he’s a small child.
“Couple more days and we’ll probably start weening you off some of these,” she says cheerfully and Alex winces. That’s not going to be fun for any of them he’s sure.
“Greg?” he says when the nurse leaves, the door closing with a quiet click behind her.
“The house is a crime scene right now,” Greg says, he’s not looking at him, rubbing his palms against his thighs and scowling. “The house, the toolshed out back… it’s all cordoned off and I wouldn’t want to stay there or go back in until mom has someone come down and clean the place anyway.”
“The house?” Alex frowns, he remembers the toolshed and… he shakes his head, remembers the terror in Michael’s voice, in his, his father’s angry loud voice, though thankfully nothing specific.
“Don’t,” Greg says, reaching out to touch his arm, squeezing gently, “it’s probably a blessing you don’t remember anything that happened in the house, I’ve only seen a couple of the pictures by accident and kind of wish I hadn’t.”
“I don’t remember going in the house,” Alex says slowly, he remembers his dad hitting him, remembers Michael so still on the ground and fighting to try and get back to him, that he needed help and…
“You won’t go back there again, you need anything from there I’ll get it, or mom will get it or the Sheriff will likely clean out anything we want before he bulldozes the whole thing to the ground which is what he’s threatening to do family properly or not,” Greg states.
Alex leans his head back, stares at the ceiling, tries not to think about how badly he does not want to remember what happened in any more detail then he already does.
He can see the evidence in the mirror when he chooses to look and he’s trying to not think about how badly his dad must hate him.
“What do you know about cults in the US?” Alex asks, desperate to change the subject and from the loud laugh that almost sounds like a bark Greg obviously didn’t expect it.
“Is the M & V Detective Agency back in business?” Greg asks with amusement.
“Well I won’t be in the bed forever…” Alex says, and it was the last thing that he and Kyle had ever really agreed on before high school totally tore apart whatever friendship they had.
Maybe the resurrection of the M & V Detective Agency will be just the thing to get them back to the friends they were before everything went to shit.
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He’s not actually sure what he’s watching, the TV has been low since Greg left and mom peeked her head in to reaffirm that he’s still among the living.
Michael comes in after the breakfast tray has been taken away looking equal parts disgruntled and annoyed.
“X-rays on the hand first thing this morning,” Michael says after he pulls the chair Greg had been sitting in closer to the bed, Alex catches his good hand before he sits down, tugging him close and smiling up at him.
Michael grins back down at him, then realizes that they are alone in the room and leans down to press a quick soft kiss against his lips.
He’s smiling gently at him and Alex doesn’t even want to know what expression is on his face because he probably looks completely besotted and a little silly.
He doesn’t care, not really.
His dad is gone, him and Michael are both okay (or will be, eventually) and considering his mom had been trying to covertly help him out with the financial aid stuff for college there’s no way she’s going to frog march him down the enlistment center the way his dad had been threatening to do so after graduation.
“I’m surprised Max and Kyle aren’t in here bugging you already,” Michael says, leaning over just enough that he rest his head against the bed and Alex can drag his fingers through his hair.
“No, just Greg this morning and then mom popped in to make sure I was still alive, you were the first person apart from them, are they really friends now? I mean…”
“If they’re not friends, they’re certainly doing a good job faking us all out,” Michael grumbles and Alex grins, he really still wants to hate on Kyle for the way that he treated Alex and Alex gets it.
He does, because he’s bore the brunt end of Kyle’s bad behavior for years, but Kyle’s also been his best friend since he was old enough to know that best friends were a thing and he misses the kid that he used to trade choose your own adventure mystery books with.
The boy that he found missing cats and dogs and that one time that little boy that hadn’t been missing long enough to raise any alarms, he’d just got lost and scared then sat down in the middle of a bunch of bushes because he was lost and scared but also not supposed to talk to any grownups that he didn’t know so he didn’t know how to find his way without asking for help.
“I found them,” Kyle says pushing through the door, Max is right behind looking bemused and Alex can see in his hands the notebook with the questions they’d come up with and taped to the cover a crumpled faded card with their old logo on it.
He hands the notebook over and Alex runs his fingers over the card, they can certainly come up with a better one now, they’re not kids anymore.
“I sketched out a couple last night,” Kyle says with a shrug and Alex flips the notebook open, Kyle’s made some notes next to their questions that he’ll have to come back to. The next couple of pages are all variations of their old logo, some colored in with pencil and markers.
“I think there’s a drawing program on my computer,” Alex says, “I’ll put a couple of them in and we’ll play around with them.”
Alex flips back to the page with the questions they came up with and Kyle’s flip wanted to be a doctor since they were kids, he’s definitely got the handwriting for it. Most of his scrawling is illegible.
“Dad was being all squirrely about things,” Kyle says, flopping down in the empty chair near Max, slouching in a way that’s probably going to end up fucking up his back something awful.
“You think he knows more about things then he alluded to?”
“Maybe,” Kyle shrugs, “I don’t know, I’d think he was involved in it somehow with the way he was dancing around the specifics, but he’s been too busy to be part of some cult… plus don’t you think we’d notice?”
Alex sighs, he’s sure there’s more going on here than just Michael’s mom and uncle escaping from some cult, but he’s equally sure that he doesn’t have all the pieces he needs to put that puzzle together.
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TITLE: Legacies
RATING: R (for language)
CHARACTERS: Alex Manes, Kyle Valenti, Michael Guerin, Max Evans, Isobel Evans, Liz Ortecho, Maria DeLuca, Jim Valenti, Jesse Manes, Mimi DeLuca
PAIRING: Alex/Michael
WARNINGS: Violence against teen-agers, Jesse Manes is his own warning.
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: There comes a point when a blind eye can no longer be turned.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Legacies 19/?
The days are blending together for Alex, there’s really no change between one to the next.
He gets woken up by a nurse or orderly in the morning; his breakfast tray with food that he doesn’t want to eat, not even to appease his doctors, will arrive while someone is running through a checklist of questions on how he feels and how he slept and what his pain levels are at.
His pain levels are fine, he feels like he should be in more pain then he is.
He’s not and he’s been half terrified that the fact that he’s not in more pain means that he’s actually lost the ability to tell when he’s in pain.
He’s pretended to be asleep while the doctors go through his injuries with his mom and he knows that he’s lucky to even be alive. That if Kyle’s dad had been maybe an hour later in finding him that he might have not been.
Michael will normally appear while he’s dawdling and not eating his breakfast, someone usually in tow behind him.
He’s actually surprised when he wakes up on what he thinks is twelfth morning in the hospital, there were a couple of days where he was apparently unconscious and he’s not gotten a definitive answer on how many days that actually< /i> was; he opens his eyes an there’s no nurse or orderly or breakfast tray or Michael.
There’s Greg sitting slouched in the chair that normally Michael occupies tapping on his phone; when Alex glances at the window he can see that the blinds to his room are partially open showing it’s still dark out.
“Why aren’t you home sleeping?” he asks and Greg looks up at him in surprise.
“Hey,” he says softly, his big brother voice that Alex hasn’t heard in what feels like forever, “You in pain? We can call someone?”
Alex lays there, thinks, stares at his brother and shakes his head.
“Just the usual,” he says and Greg snorts and rolls his eyes.
“The usual for you is probably agony for anyone else little brother,” Greg says, he fumbles for the call button laying next to Alex’s hand and presses it.
Alex just watches him, if he’d thought about which of his brothers would actually show up at his bedside he doesn’t think Greg would have been on that list.
He’s not sure any of his brothers would have been, maybe Flint at one point but even right before he’d left for basic training he’d been more and more like dad.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Alex presses and Greg sighs at him.
“Mom and I agreed one of us would stay at least in the hospital with you, if not in the room with you, she was looking a little pale so,” Greg shrugs, “seems a shame to be spending the money on hotel room when it’s never getting used, we’re switching off until they release you.”
“Why aren’t you staying at the house?”
Greg and Clay’s room is exactly the same as it was left when they left, maybe a few little things missing that he and Flint had taken when they were missing their big brothers.
But it still had two beds in it and he’s sure once the sheets were washed it would have been a suitable place to sleep in.
Greg is just staring at him, and Alex blinks, not quite understanding why he look so baffled.
The nurse comes in distracting them for a few minutes, running through her questions and giving him a shot, patting him on the arm like he’s a small child.
“Couple more days and we’ll probably start weening you off some of these,” she says cheerfully and Alex winces. That’s not going to be fun for any of them he’s sure.
“Greg?” he says when the nurse leaves, the door closing with a quiet click behind her.
“The house is a crime scene right now,” Greg says, he’s not looking at him, rubbing his palms against his thighs and scowling. “The house, the toolshed out back… it’s all cordoned off and I wouldn’t want to stay there or go back in until mom has someone come down and clean the place anyway.”
“The house?” Alex frowns, he remembers the toolshed and… he shakes his head, remembers the terror in Michael’s voice, in his, his father’s angry loud voice, though thankfully nothing specific.
“Don’t,” Greg says, reaching out to touch his arm, squeezing gently, “it’s probably a blessing you don’t remember anything that happened in the house, I’ve only seen a couple of the pictures by accident and kind of wish I hadn’t.”
“I don’t remember going in the house,” Alex says slowly, he remembers his dad hitting him, remembers Michael so still on the ground and fighting to try and get back to him, that he needed help and…
“You won’t go back there again, you need anything from there I’ll get it, or mom will get it or the Sheriff will likely clean out anything we want before he bulldozes the whole thing to the ground which is what he’s threatening to do family properly or not,” Greg states.
Alex leans his head back, stares at the ceiling, tries not to think about how badly he does not want to remember what happened in any more detail then he already does.
He can see the evidence in the mirror when he chooses to look and he’s trying to not think about how badly his dad must hate him.
“What do you know about cults in the US?” Alex asks, desperate to change the subject and from the loud laugh that almost sounds like a bark Greg obviously didn’t expect it.
“Is the M & V Detective Agency back in business?” Greg asks with amusement.
“Well I won’t be in the bed forever…” Alex says, and it was the last thing that he and Kyle had ever really agreed on before high school totally tore apart whatever friendship they had.
Maybe the resurrection of the M & V Detective Agency will be just the thing to get them back to the friends they were before everything went to shit.
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He’s not actually sure what he’s watching, the TV has been low since Greg left and mom peeked her head in to reaffirm that he’s still among the living.
Michael comes in after the breakfast tray has been taken away looking equal parts disgruntled and annoyed.
“X-rays on the hand first thing this morning,” Michael says after he pulls the chair Greg had been sitting in closer to the bed, Alex catches his good hand before he sits down, tugging him close and smiling up at him.
Michael grins back down at him, then realizes that they are alone in the room and leans down to press a quick soft kiss against his lips.
He’s smiling gently at him and Alex doesn’t even want to know what expression is on his face because he probably looks completely besotted and a little silly.
He doesn’t care, not really.
His dad is gone, him and Michael are both okay (or will be, eventually) and considering his mom had been trying to covertly help him out with the financial aid stuff for college there’s no way she’s going to frog march him down the enlistment center the way his dad had been threatening to do so after graduation.
“I’m surprised Max and Kyle aren’t in here bugging you already,” Michael says, leaning over just enough that he rest his head against the bed and Alex can drag his fingers through his hair.
“No, just Greg this morning and then mom popped in to make sure I was still alive, you were the first person apart from them, are they really friends now? I mean…”
“If they’re not friends, they’re certainly doing a good job faking us all out,” Michael grumbles and Alex grins, he really still wants to hate on Kyle for the way that he treated Alex and Alex gets it.
He does, because he’s bore the brunt end of Kyle’s bad behavior for years, but Kyle’s also been his best friend since he was old enough to know that best friends were a thing and he misses the kid that he used to trade choose your own adventure mystery books with.
The boy that he found missing cats and dogs and that one time that little boy that hadn’t been missing long enough to raise any alarms, he’d just got lost and scared then sat down in the middle of a bunch of bushes because he was lost and scared but also not supposed to talk to any grownups that he didn’t know so he didn’t know how to find his way without asking for help.
“I found them,” Kyle says pushing through the door, Max is right behind looking bemused and Alex can see in his hands the notebook with the questions they’d come up with and taped to the cover a crumpled faded card with their old logo on it.
He hands the notebook over and Alex runs his fingers over the card, they can certainly come up with a better one now, they’re not kids anymore.
“I sketched out a couple last night,” Kyle says with a shrug and Alex flips the notebook open, Kyle’s made some notes next to their questions that he’ll have to come back to. The next couple of pages are all variations of their old logo, some colored in with pencil and markers.
“I think there’s a drawing program on my computer,” Alex says, “I’ll put a couple of them in and we’ll play around with them.”
Alex flips back to the page with the questions they came up with and Kyle’s flip wanted to be a doctor since they were kids, he’s definitely got the handwriting for it. Most of his scrawling is illegible.
“Dad was being all squirrely about things,” Kyle says, flopping down in the empty chair near Max, slouching in a way that’s probably going to end up fucking up his back something awful.
“You think he knows more about things then he alluded to?”
“Maybe,” Kyle shrugs, “I don’t know, I’d think he was involved in it somehow with the way he was dancing around the specifics, but he’s been too busy to be part of some cult… plus don’t you think we’d notice?”
Alex sighs, he’s sure there’s more going on here than just Michael’s mom and uncle escaping from some cult, but he’s equally sure that he doesn’t have all the pieces he needs to put that puzzle together.
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