FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Lost to Time 7/?
Summary: Time is not unchangeable if someone has the time, patience and drive to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself. Even if it means removing oneself from the equation.
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, Nora Truman, Eugene (Tripp) Manes
PAIRING: Alex/Michael, Kyle/Max
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: Time is not unchangeable if someone has the time, patience and drive to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself. Even if it means removing oneself from the equation..
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Lost to Time 7/?
Mimi finds him in the morning sitting out on the back porch watching the sun come up, chipped cup of cooling coffee cradled in both hands.
Whatever Louise and Nora have been doing in her mind has her feeling more lucid, more herself then she’s felt in years.
Not since she took the necklace off and hung it around Maria’s neck. A safeguard for a family legacy that neither one of them was ever aware of the true nature of.
“You’re quiet,” she says, she’s got a cup of tea in her own hands and settles on the steps next to him. Watching the sun peek over the horizon at them. It’s going to be a lovely day, she thinks, though probably this moment of the sun coming up will be the only time that Alex will see it.
He’ll finish his coffee then he’ll go down in the basement with the pods and tinker away until someone drags him away and forces him to eat something. Forces him to sleep in a bed instead of on the ground in front of the pods.
“Not much to be said,” he says, which is definitely him not answering a question she hasn’t even posed, that she doesn’t even have the words to ask.
She knows what he’s planning, though she hasn’t quite figured out how he means to make it happen. She’s certain Tripp will be wrangled into assisting him and she can tell from the way that Jenna and Nora watch them that they’re all quite aware that Alex doesn’t mean to pass time sleeping in a pod.
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Nora appears in her doorway after she’s been home for several days, she’s on a forced sick leave which the Sheriff isn’t enforcing but he also hadn’t backed down at her insistence that she was fine.
She is fine, but it’d been weird to be having this discussion with a Sheriff that had just raised an eyebrow at her and sent her on her way when her Sheriff would have narrowed her eyes, then grudgingly allowed her back to work riding a desk.
Nora looks only the slightest bit older, and Jenna knows this is because she went into a pod only a few short years after they did.
“Is it an alien thing?” she asks closing the door behind her, she waves at the loveseat that isn’t covered in papers and settles back in the little armchair, crossing her legs under her.
“The lack of wrinkles, gray…” she says when Nora just blinks at her in incomprehension.
“Isobel and I have a salon day every few months,” she says with a shrug, like she’s confused by the human preoccupation with appearances.
But it hasn’t been that long ago that Nora and Tripp had been worrying about the appearance of Jenna and Alex being seen in public together or having it known they were living in the same little farmhouse. She’s not sure if Alex even knows how close it had been to them being married off to each other in order to keep people from talking.
“Alex says Tripp is forcing him to come to Roswell,” Jenna says, they thankfully hadn’t had to worry about that. Alex and Nora had figured out the pods and how to get them to work for their situation only days later.
“Yes, Tripp has forwarded along their flight information, he’s booked them rooms at the hotel in town,” Nora says slowly. “Three rooms when I checked.”
“Three?” Jenna asks, it should be just Tripp and Alex, why would they need three rooms? She mentally shelves that question as something she can ask Alex when he finally shows up. Right before she beats him upside the head.
From the expression on Nora’s face it’s something she’s also decided to just ignore for the time being.
“I should have had Louise take me out of the pod long before the children woke up,” Nora says, “but I didn’t even think of the likelihood that they would do something to keep Alex from ever being born in the first place.”
Jenna sighs. “How did they even manage to do that,” she wonders, she’s not expecting any answer. Nora is likely as much in the dark about the actual specifics as she is.
“I know Mindy left Jesse right after Tripp was born,” Nora says, “they never divorced and Jesse never said anything other then Mindy had some severe depressive episodes after Tripp was born and she went to stay with family and just never came back.”
“I can’t believe he did this,” Jenna mutters.
“And there’s no fixing it either,” Nora reminds her, like Jenna needs the reminder. She remembers full well how the tech that was able to send them back was also completely destroyed when they Alex through.
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Flying is something of an ordeal that Alex has never gotten used to. It feels like something that should be an expert at, the number of times he’s had to use air transportation. But he never has.
Mostly because every single airport handles the fact of his prosthetic differently. This airport doesn’t really care, this airport wants him to take it off and prove he’s physically disabled, this airport wants to swab it down to make sure it’s not a bomb of some sort.
He’s much more comfortable driving wherever he needs to go. There’s car rentals and he could…
“Don’t even think about,” Tripp warns as they near the TSA Pre-check booth. Because after all this time Tripp probably knows him better then Alex knows himself.
Alex just sighs and allows himself to be directed forward.
This is one of the less invasive trips through an airport, they let him leave his shoes on and allow him to step behind a privacy barrier so he can prove the prosthetic real.
He can practically see the questions on the young man’s face but he bites his tongue and doesn’t ask them and Alex is still feeling annoyed enough by the fact that he’s being dragged to Roswell against his will that he doesn’t offer.
“Coffee,” Abraham says and wanders off while Tripp herds Alex towards their gate.
“I’m not a child,” Alex reminds him, he thinks it highly probably that Tripp will somehow try and secure them together like he’s a child that is going to wander off if not kept hold off.
“If you think Jenna and Mimi won’t hunt you down if you don’t show your face in Roswell…” Tripp starts and Alex rolls his eyes.
“I’ve talked to Jenna a couple of times,” he says defensively. He hasn’t talked to Mimi, not quite sure what to say that won’t have her smacking him upside the head.
He hadn’t realized how much the thought of not being known by the people he loves and cares about would gnaw away at him. That he has those two; that he has Tripp and Abraham and Nora relieves some of that aching pain.
He rubs a hand across his face and tries not to think about the likelihood of seeing Michael and having the other man look right through him.
Though he knows that is probably unlikely as Michael has somehow managed to hit every single trigger in the company system searching for him. Based strictly on pictures that he’s seen of Nora’s, Jenna and Mimi’s words and his own fleeting sight of him.
“I was so careful,” he mutters and Tripp doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to, Alex is really aware of Tripp’s thoughts on the matter.
Abraham reappears as the gate agents start milling about, a tray with coffees in his hands, a bag with food looped over his wrist.
“Are we ready to do this,” he says brightly and Tripp snorts as Alex’s lips twist.
“Not even close.”
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Isobel is sorting through his closet, Michael is not actually sure why, there’s not a chance that mom is even going to let them near Alex, Tripp and whoever this mystery third person is before she’s had her chance to talk to them.
“She’s not even going to let us talk to them,” he reminds his sister and Isobel just looks at him.
“Like you’re going to let that stop you,” she says.
Which she’s right, mom telling him to stay away, at least for the first day means that he won’t be in Jenna’s house with his mom, Jenna and Mimi when they arrive… but it doesn’t mean that he won’t be parked two mailboxes down waiting for Max to arrest him for stalking.
“How bad do you think things were between us?” Michael asks.
He thinks they had to be pretty bad if Alex determined that figuring how to erase himself from existence was the solution.
“I thought I was a pretty good boyfriend,” he muses, he’s never got any complaints from the two girls and one guy he dated. And yeah they all only lasted a couple months, but aside from Max none of them have managed to make a relationship last for longer than that. He kind of figured they just weren’t wired for long term commitment and Max was just an outlier.
“I’m sure he had what he thought were really good reasons for doing what he did,” Isobel says slowly.
Michael knows that look on his sisters face. She’s itching to be in the same room with one of the three so she can see what they know.
What’s different, how much better or worse they’re lives might have been in that line that isn’t.
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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, Nora Truman, Eugene (Tripp) Manes
PAIRING: Alex/Michael, Kyle/Max
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: Time is not unchangeable if someone has the time, patience and drive to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself. Even if it means removing oneself from the equation..
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Lost to Time 7/?
Mimi finds him in the morning sitting out on the back porch watching the sun come up, chipped cup of cooling coffee cradled in both hands.
Whatever Louise and Nora have been doing in her mind has her feeling more lucid, more herself then she’s felt in years.
Not since she took the necklace off and hung it around Maria’s neck. A safeguard for a family legacy that neither one of them was ever aware of the true nature of.
“You’re quiet,” she says, she’s got a cup of tea in her own hands and settles on the steps next to him. Watching the sun peek over the horizon at them. It’s going to be a lovely day, she thinks, though probably this moment of the sun coming up will be the only time that Alex will see it.
He’ll finish his coffee then he’ll go down in the basement with the pods and tinker away until someone drags him away and forces him to eat something. Forces him to sleep in a bed instead of on the ground in front of the pods.
“Not much to be said,” he says, which is definitely him not answering a question she hasn’t even posed, that she doesn’t even have the words to ask.
She knows what he’s planning, though she hasn’t quite figured out how he means to make it happen. She’s certain Tripp will be wrangled into assisting him and she can tell from the way that Jenna and Nora watch them that they’re all quite aware that Alex doesn’t mean to pass time sleeping in a pod.
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Nora appears in her doorway after she’s been home for several days, she’s on a forced sick leave which the Sheriff isn’t enforcing but he also hadn’t backed down at her insistence that she was fine.
She is fine, but it’d been weird to be having this discussion with a Sheriff that had just raised an eyebrow at her and sent her on her way when her Sheriff would have narrowed her eyes, then grudgingly allowed her back to work riding a desk.
Nora looks only the slightest bit older, and Jenna knows this is because she went into a pod only a few short years after they did.
“Is it an alien thing?” she asks closing the door behind her, she waves at the loveseat that isn’t covered in papers and settles back in the little armchair, crossing her legs under her.
“The lack of wrinkles, gray…” she says when Nora just blinks at her in incomprehension.
“Isobel and I have a salon day every few months,” she says with a shrug, like she’s confused by the human preoccupation with appearances.
But it hasn’t been that long ago that Nora and Tripp had been worrying about the appearance of Jenna and Alex being seen in public together or having it known they were living in the same little farmhouse. She’s not sure if Alex even knows how close it had been to them being married off to each other in order to keep people from talking.
“Alex says Tripp is forcing him to come to Roswell,” Jenna says, they thankfully hadn’t had to worry about that. Alex and Nora had figured out the pods and how to get them to work for their situation only days later.
“Yes, Tripp has forwarded along their flight information, he’s booked them rooms at the hotel in town,” Nora says slowly. “Three rooms when I checked.”
“Three?” Jenna asks, it should be just Tripp and Alex, why would they need three rooms? She mentally shelves that question as something she can ask Alex when he finally shows up. Right before she beats him upside the head.
From the expression on Nora’s face it’s something she’s also decided to just ignore for the time being.
“I should have had Louise take me out of the pod long before the children woke up,” Nora says, “but I didn’t even think of the likelihood that they would do something to keep Alex from ever being born in the first place.”
Jenna sighs. “How did they even manage to do that,” she wonders, she’s not expecting any answer. Nora is likely as much in the dark about the actual specifics as she is.
“I know Mindy left Jesse right after Tripp was born,” Nora says, “they never divorced and Jesse never said anything other then Mindy had some severe depressive episodes after Tripp was born and she went to stay with family and just never came back.”
“I can’t believe he did this,” Jenna mutters.
“And there’s no fixing it either,” Nora reminds her, like Jenna needs the reminder. She remembers full well how the tech that was able to send them back was also completely destroyed when they Alex through.
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Flying is something of an ordeal that Alex has never gotten used to. It feels like something that should be an expert at, the number of times he’s had to use air transportation. But he never has.
Mostly because every single airport handles the fact of his prosthetic differently. This airport doesn’t really care, this airport wants him to take it off and prove he’s physically disabled, this airport wants to swab it down to make sure it’s not a bomb of some sort.
He’s much more comfortable driving wherever he needs to go. There’s car rentals and he could…
“Don’t even think about,” Tripp warns as they near the TSA Pre-check booth. Because after all this time Tripp probably knows him better then Alex knows himself.
Alex just sighs and allows himself to be directed forward.
This is one of the less invasive trips through an airport, they let him leave his shoes on and allow him to step behind a privacy barrier so he can prove the prosthetic real.
He can practically see the questions on the young man’s face but he bites his tongue and doesn’t ask them and Alex is still feeling annoyed enough by the fact that he’s being dragged to Roswell against his will that he doesn’t offer.
“Coffee,” Abraham says and wanders off while Tripp herds Alex towards their gate.
“I’m not a child,” Alex reminds him, he thinks it highly probably that Tripp will somehow try and secure them together like he’s a child that is going to wander off if not kept hold off.
“If you think Jenna and Mimi won’t hunt you down if you don’t show your face in Roswell…” Tripp starts and Alex rolls his eyes.
“I’ve talked to Jenna a couple of times,” he says defensively. He hasn’t talked to Mimi, not quite sure what to say that won’t have her smacking him upside the head.
He hadn’t realized how much the thought of not being known by the people he loves and cares about would gnaw away at him. That he has those two; that he has Tripp and Abraham and Nora relieves some of that aching pain.
He rubs a hand across his face and tries not to think about the likelihood of seeing Michael and having the other man look right through him.
Though he knows that is probably unlikely as Michael has somehow managed to hit every single trigger in the company system searching for him. Based strictly on pictures that he’s seen of Nora’s, Jenna and Mimi’s words and his own fleeting sight of him.
“I was so careful,” he mutters and Tripp doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to, Alex is really aware of Tripp’s thoughts on the matter.
Abraham reappears as the gate agents start milling about, a tray with coffees in his hands, a bag with food looped over his wrist.
“Are we ready to do this,” he says brightly and Tripp snorts as Alex’s lips twist.
“Not even close.”
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Isobel is sorting through his closet, Michael is not actually sure why, there’s not a chance that mom is even going to let them near Alex, Tripp and whoever this mystery third person is before she’s had her chance to talk to them.
“She’s not even going to let us talk to them,” he reminds his sister and Isobel just looks at him.
“Like you’re going to let that stop you,” she says.
Which she’s right, mom telling him to stay away, at least for the first day means that he won’t be in Jenna’s house with his mom, Jenna and Mimi when they arrive… but it doesn’t mean that he won’t be parked two mailboxes down waiting for Max to arrest him for stalking.
“How bad do you think things were between us?” Michael asks.
He thinks they had to be pretty bad if Alex determined that figuring how to erase himself from existence was the solution.
“I thought I was a pretty good boyfriend,” he muses, he’s never got any complaints from the two girls and one guy he dated. And yeah they all only lasted a couple months, but aside from Max none of them have managed to make a relationship last for longer than that. He kind of figured they just weren’t wired for long term commitment and Max was just an outlier.
“I’m sure he had what he thought were really good reasons for doing what he did,” Isobel says slowly.
Michael knows that look on his sisters face. She’s itching to be in the same room with one of the three so she can see what they know.
What’s different, how much better or worse they’re lives might have been in that line that isn’t.
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