FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Legacies 22/?
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 22/?
Mimi is gone the next time that Alex wakes, instead Greg is slouched in the chair looking pale and drawn.
He’s always known his dad hated him, hated him for being different, for not wanting to follow in his footsteps like his brothers had.
Hated him for wanting to forge his own path in the world, not settle into one that he hasn’t ever wanted before.
He’d never in a million years thought that hatred would lead to his dad trying to kill him, to almost succeed in killing him.
“Did they actually ID the body?” he asks softly and Greg blinks at him in incomprehension for a moment before his expression clears.
“I’m going to assume someone told you and not that you’ve spontaneously developed psychic abilities while laying in this bed,” Greg says. Alex rolls his eyes but doesn’t indicate where he heard about it
“Dog tags say it was Uncle Tripp, or great grand uncle Tripp if we want to be technical about it.”
“Do we know how long he’s been there?” Alex asks, he’s trying to not think about sleeping in that toolshed, having Michael sleep there. His dad can’t have known or he would have more inclined to keep them out of it.
“Long enough that there was no smell, or we would have known he was there,” Greg says, “mom and the Sheriff have been trying to figure out when the shed went up, popular theory seems to be that it was built after the fact to hide the body specifically.”
“So at least dad isn’t a serial killer?” Alex says and Greg huffs a laugh.
“No just a child abuser and attempted murderer,” Greg scrubs a hand over his face. “Clay is still being an absolute asshole; says that dad wouldn’t do this even with the evidence to the contrary. But Flint is coming at the end of the week, think it finally sunk in that this actually happened.”
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Greg does his laps with him, by some unspoken agreement they don't talk about anything to do with dad or Clay or about the body in the toolshed which means they don't really talk at all.
The silence isn't heavy though, it's quiet and calm which Alex is okay with.
"When are you supposed to go back?" Alex asks when they're on their fourth pass of his empty room.
Greg is silent for long enough that Alex looks over at him in confusion.
"I'm supposed to sign my papers to re-up in a couple of weeks," Greg finally says, "but I've been talking to mom about maybe not doing that, with dad being, you know... well it doesn't really seem imperative to stay in."
"You could go back to school," Alex offers and Greg sighs.
“I thought about that, and mom suggested it but I didn’t even really want to do college after high school; not that it was an option,” Greg mutters. It’s the first time Alex has ever heard Greg sound anything but positive about joining the military. He’d not been super young when Greg and Clay had left but he’d never heard them discuss anything but joining up once they were done with school, they’d never talking about doing anything else.
“We can make a list,” Alex says, “there has to be something else you wanted to be.”
“I wanted to be a pirate captain, though I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count and is not a valid career choice,” Greg says with a smirk and a wink, “main reason I went into the Navy in the first place.”
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Kyle appears in his room by himself, no Michael in tow, Max following along behind them.
“They found a body in your tool shed,” he announces, slightly out of a breath.
“Under the tool shed,” Alex corrects, he glances at the door and there’s still Michael.
“He’s coming, he’s bringing his mom because he wants to introduce her to you,” Kyle makes a face. “I’ll make myself scarce, go hang out in the cafeteria or something so we don’t get yelled at for having too many people in the room.”
“You told him, didn’t you?” Michael is saying when he pushes the door open, there’s an older woman with hair cropped close to her head coming in behind him.
They have the same mouth and the arch of their noses are near identical, she looks fragile and broken and any thought of asking her questions about the cult she’d escaped from die in his throat.
There’s a sort of quiet resiliency in her stance and the way she holds herself, she looks like a strong wind would blow her away.
Kyle ducks out the door, not responding to Michael before he does so.
“This is Alex,” Michael says, linking their hands together and squeezing gently, Alex kind of feels like he should stand, like being in the bed in the hospital might give her the wrong impression of him somehow.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” she says softly, there’s a faint lyrical quality to her voice, just enough of an accent that she doesn’t sound strictly American, but Alex can’t place it.
Her eyes are gentle and kind, though there’s an edge of sadness in them. She stands next to Michael and doesn’t look down at their joined hands, just stares at him like she can see inside him.
Her lips curl up the tiniest bit, almost identical to the one that graces Michael’s face when he’s trying not to smile.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” she says and her smile is kind and gentle.
Michael squeezes his fingers gently and then let’s go, walking the couple of steps to grab the second chair that always seems to end up by the window when Alex is sleeping during the night. He drags it close to his and his mom sits down, legs folded together and crossed at the ankle.
“I won’t stay too long,” she says, “but David wanted to speak to Isobel and Michael wanted to introduce me to you though he’s been telling me stories about you since I found him again.”
Alex glances over at where Michael is flushing slightly.
“Nothing bad,” Michael says, “just you know that you offered me someplace to sleep when…” he makes a face and his mom’s face goes stiff and Alex can’t tell if she’s angry or sad or some mixture of both.
“I’m sorry it didn’t end up being as safe as I’d thought it was,” Alex mutters, he grips the thin blanket between his fingers and only relaxes when Michael lays his hand over his stilling his movements.
“You didn’t know, not sure how I feel knowing that I was sleeping over some dead guy though,” Michael mutters and Alex has to grin at the look of annoyance on his face.
Even though he totally understands, he’d slept in that shed on and off for years, to know that he was sleeping over a literal skeleton is not something that he thinks he’s going to get over any time soon.
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Michael’s mom, Nora, leaves with an older gentleman that doesn’t look anything like Michael and Kyle’s mom.
“Are we sure he’s your uncle?” Alex asks staring after them.
Michael rolls his eyes and doesn’t respond, Kyle is back in the other chair, slouched down, feet perched on the bars of Alex’s bed with a magazine he’s not reading laying open across his legs. He’s got his elbows propped up on the arms of the chair, fingers steepled together as he stares at the door.
“You okay?” Alex asks and Kyle jerks, like he’d forgotten Alex and Michael were in the room with him.
“Yeah, I’m…” Kyle’s mouth twists and he stops speaking. “Is Max acting weirder than usual?” he finally asks. Alex just stares at him then realizes that Kyle is actually talking to Michael.
“Not any weirder than usual,” Michael finally says, “why?”
“I don’t know,” Kyle shrugs and Alex narrows his eyes, he’s completely lying, Alex can tell because they’ve known each since they were crawling around as toddlers and he knows that when Kyle lies his left eye twitches. “It’s just we were talking before when your uncle was talking to Isobel, and Michael had his mom in here and we were just, you know, hanging out outside Rosa’s room… he’s being a lot nicer than usual…” he says, his mouth snaps shut and Alex knows there’s more to it than that.
Kyle is looking shifty and like he’s thinking very seriously about just bolting from the room.
“I know where you live,” Alex says, “and I won’t be confined to this hospital forever…”
Kyle sighs, feet falling to the floor with a thump as he leans his head back so he can stare at the ceiling instead of making eye contact with Alex or Michael.
“He’s always hated me,” he says, arms crossing over his chest defensively. “And I got that, I was a giant dick and I was dating Liz when he has that huge crush on her; but Liz and me are trying to be friends because we’re pretty sure we’re not related by blood or anything but we also don’t want to open that can of worms until maybe my dad or her dad says something first. He’s really got no reason to be like getting me coffee or inviting me to the movies with him and Liz.”
“He doesn’t hate you,” Michael says, he sounds annoyed by that fact and Alex doesn’t laugh at him.
“Maybe he realized that jock Kyle didn’t actually exist,” Alex says softly and Kyle looks at him.
“Jock Kyle was a huge asshole and he burned a lot of bridges and ended up being friends with guys he didn’t really like, but he did exist,” Kyle says.
“Well my dad might have ended up being a piece of shit and possibly one murder away from being an actual serial killer but he taught us how to fix things with duct tape and rope, we can probably fix most of those bridges.”
“And to bring this back to something not murder related, because we agreed on the way here that we weren’t going to talk about murder or cults,” Michael is glaring at Kyle, Kyle seems to be ignoring him though, “I think I can pretty confidently say that you and Ortecho aren’t related by blood, you put her and her dad next to each other and they have very similar features.”
Kyle shrugs, “we talked about that, but I didn’t actually agree to it.”
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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 22/?
Mimi is gone the next time that Alex wakes, instead Greg is slouched in the chair looking pale and drawn.
He’s always known his dad hated him, hated him for being different, for not wanting to follow in his footsteps like his brothers had.
Hated him for wanting to forge his own path in the world, not settle into one that he hasn’t ever wanted before.
He’d never in a million years thought that hatred would lead to his dad trying to kill him, to almost succeed in killing him.
“Did they actually ID the body?” he asks softly and Greg blinks at him in incomprehension for a moment before his expression clears.
“I’m going to assume someone told you and not that you’ve spontaneously developed psychic abilities while laying in this bed,” Greg says. Alex rolls his eyes but doesn’t indicate where he heard about it
“Dog tags say it was Uncle Tripp, or great grand uncle Tripp if we want to be technical about it.”
“Do we know how long he’s been there?” Alex asks, he’s trying to not think about sleeping in that toolshed, having Michael sleep there. His dad can’t have known or he would have more inclined to keep them out of it.
“Long enough that there was no smell, or we would have known he was there,” Greg says, “mom and the Sheriff have been trying to figure out when the shed went up, popular theory seems to be that it was built after the fact to hide the body specifically.”
“So at least dad isn’t a serial killer?” Alex says and Greg huffs a laugh.
“No just a child abuser and attempted murderer,” Greg scrubs a hand over his face. “Clay is still being an absolute asshole; says that dad wouldn’t do this even with the evidence to the contrary. But Flint is coming at the end of the week, think it finally sunk in that this actually happened.”
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Greg does his laps with him, by some unspoken agreement they don't talk about anything to do with dad or Clay or about the body in the toolshed which means they don't really talk at all.
The silence isn't heavy though, it's quiet and calm which Alex is okay with.
"When are you supposed to go back?" Alex asks when they're on their fourth pass of his empty room.
Greg is silent for long enough that Alex looks over at him in confusion.
"I'm supposed to sign my papers to re-up in a couple of weeks," Greg finally says, "but I've been talking to mom about maybe not doing that, with dad being, you know... well it doesn't really seem imperative to stay in."
"You could go back to school," Alex offers and Greg sighs.
“I thought about that, and mom suggested it but I didn’t even really want to do college after high school; not that it was an option,” Greg mutters. It’s the first time Alex has ever heard Greg sound anything but positive about joining the military. He’d not been super young when Greg and Clay had left but he’d never heard them discuss anything but joining up once they were done with school, they’d never talking about doing anything else.
“We can make a list,” Alex says, “there has to be something else you wanted to be.”
“I wanted to be a pirate captain, though I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count and is not a valid career choice,” Greg says with a smirk and a wink, “main reason I went into the Navy in the first place.”
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Kyle appears in his room by himself, no Michael in tow, Max following along behind them.
“They found a body in your tool shed,” he announces, slightly out of a breath.
“Under the tool shed,” Alex corrects, he glances at the door and there’s still Michael.
“He’s coming, he’s bringing his mom because he wants to introduce her to you,” Kyle makes a face. “I’ll make myself scarce, go hang out in the cafeteria or something so we don’t get yelled at for having too many people in the room.”
“You told him, didn’t you?” Michael is saying when he pushes the door open, there’s an older woman with hair cropped close to her head coming in behind him.
They have the same mouth and the arch of their noses are near identical, she looks fragile and broken and any thought of asking her questions about the cult she’d escaped from die in his throat.
There’s a sort of quiet resiliency in her stance and the way she holds herself, she looks like a strong wind would blow her away.
Kyle ducks out the door, not responding to Michael before he does so.
“This is Alex,” Michael says, linking their hands together and squeezing gently, Alex kind of feels like he should stand, like being in the bed in the hospital might give her the wrong impression of him somehow.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” she says softly, there’s a faint lyrical quality to her voice, just enough of an accent that she doesn’t sound strictly American, but Alex can’t place it.
Her eyes are gentle and kind, though there’s an edge of sadness in them. She stands next to Michael and doesn’t look down at their joined hands, just stares at him like she can see inside him.
Her lips curl up the tiniest bit, almost identical to the one that graces Michael’s face when he’s trying not to smile.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” she says and her smile is kind and gentle.
Michael squeezes his fingers gently and then let’s go, walking the couple of steps to grab the second chair that always seems to end up by the window when Alex is sleeping during the night. He drags it close to his and his mom sits down, legs folded together and crossed at the ankle.
“I won’t stay too long,” she says, “but David wanted to speak to Isobel and Michael wanted to introduce me to you though he’s been telling me stories about you since I found him again.”
Alex glances over at where Michael is flushing slightly.
“Nothing bad,” Michael says, “just you know that you offered me someplace to sleep when…” he makes a face and his mom’s face goes stiff and Alex can’t tell if she’s angry or sad or some mixture of both.
“I’m sorry it didn’t end up being as safe as I’d thought it was,” Alex mutters, he grips the thin blanket between his fingers and only relaxes when Michael lays his hand over his stilling his movements.
“You didn’t know, not sure how I feel knowing that I was sleeping over some dead guy though,” Michael mutters and Alex has to grin at the look of annoyance on his face.
Even though he totally understands, he’d slept in that shed on and off for years, to know that he was sleeping over a literal skeleton is not something that he thinks he’s going to get over any time soon.
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Michael’s mom, Nora, leaves with an older gentleman that doesn’t look anything like Michael and Kyle’s mom.
“Are we sure he’s your uncle?” Alex asks staring after them.
Michael rolls his eyes and doesn’t respond, Kyle is back in the other chair, slouched down, feet perched on the bars of Alex’s bed with a magazine he’s not reading laying open across his legs. He’s got his elbows propped up on the arms of the chair, fingers steepled together as he stares at the door.
“You okay?” Alex asks and Kyle jerks, like he’d forgotten Alex and Michael were in the room with him.
“Yeah, I’m…” Kyle’s mouth twists and he stops speaking. “Is Max acting weirder than usual?” he finally asks. Alex just stares at him then realizes that Kyle is actually talking to Michael.
“Not any weirder than usual,” Michael finally says, “why?”
“I don’t know,” Kyle shrugs and Alex narrows his eyes, he’s completely lying, Alex can tell because they’ve known each since they were crawling around as toddlers and he knows that when Kyle lies his left eye twitches. “It’s just we were talking before when your uncle was talking to Isobel, and Michael had his mom in here and we were just, you know, hanging out outside Rosa’s room… he’s being a lot nicer than usual…” he says, his mouth snaps shut and Alex knows there’s more to it than that.
Kyle is looking shifty and like he’s thinking very seriously about just bolting from the room.
“I know where you live,” Alex says, “and I won’t be confined to this hospital forever…”
Kyle sighs, feet falling to the floor with a thump as he leans his head back so he can stare at the ceiling instead of making eye contact with Alex or Michael.
“He’s always hated me,” he says, arms crossing over his chest defensively. “And I got that, I was a giant dick and I was dating Liz when he has that huge crush on her; but Liz and me are trying to be friends because we’re pretty sure we’re not related by blood or anything but we also don’t want to open that can of worms until maybe my dad or her dad says something first. He’s really got no reason to be like getting me coffee or inviting me to the movies with him and Liz.”
“He doesn’t hate you,” Michael says, he sounds annoyed by that fact and Alex doesn’t laugh at him.
“Maybe he realized that jock Kyle didn’t actually exist,” Alex says softly and Kyle looks at him.
“Jock Kyle was a huge asshole and he burned a lot of bridges and ended up being friends with guys he didn’t really like, but he did exist,” Kyle says.
“Well my dad might have ended up being a piece of shit and possibly one murder away from being an actual serial killer but he taught us how to fix things with duct tape and rope, we can probably fix most of those bridges.”
“And to bring this back to something not murder related, because we agreed on the way here that we weren’t going to talk about murder or cults,” Michael is glaring at Kyle, Kyle seems to be ignoring him though, “I think I can pretty confidently say that you and Ortecho aren’t related by blood, you put her and her dad next to each other and they have very similar features.”
Kyle shrugs, “we talked about that, but I didn’t actually agree to it.”
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