FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Lost to Time 10/?
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 10/?
The house is quiet when Tripp gets there, he thinks he can pretty confidently state that the moment that Alex, Jenna and Mimi were secured safely in their pods that Nora and Louise moved their attention to more important things.
Most likely keeping the pods holding their still sleeping children safe.
As well as searching, most likely with little success, for any others that came with them.
Tripp knows that they’ve been unsuccessful for the most part because he knows exactly where the majority of them are.
It leaves a sour bitter taste in his mouth and he has to take a moment to rest his forehead against the sun warmed wood of the door, has to remind himself to breathe.
It takes long minutes before he feels like he’s going to be able to open Alex’s pod without bursting into tears before his great-nephew. He’d hoped (prayed) that waiting would allow him to prove Alex wrong, thought that he could convince Harlan that the path he was meandering down was only going to end in death.
In sorrow and pain and anger.
Harlan is lost though, he’s firmly convinced that the aliens they’d found are here to destroy them even though not a single one of them raised a hand to defend themselves when captured. He’s managed to convince too many others while Tripp has been distracted by Nora and Alex and attempting to not change so much of their future that none of them will have one in the end.
The house has only sat still for a few weeks, there’s still a thin layer of dust overtop everything. The dishes from the last meal they all ate together still sitting to the side of the sink.
When he gets to the pods they all look peaceful, even Alex’s features have smoothed out. He could leave him in there, let things play out how they may and let these three all go back to the future they came from.
Then he thinks about Alex’s face when he told him about Michael, told him what his dad had done and he thinks that while he doesn’t agree with all of what Alex is planning…
Making sure that Michael, and by extension Max and Isobel grow up in a house with family that knows and understands who and what they are is such a little thing to ask.
And he’s got some time to change Alex’s mind on the other thing, to convince him that just not being born isn’t going to do anyone any favors.
Least of all Alex.
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Michael’s already got the truck started up when the rental car holding Alex, Tripp and the other guy pulls away. He’s all set to follow them at a discreet distance with Max along for the ride whether he wants to be or not when Max’s phone rings.
“Hey mom,” Max says and Michael huffs a sigh and puts the truck back in park. There’s only a handful of good hotels in town, he knows the plate number of the rental car, he’ll be able to find it pretty quick.
“I don’t think Michael’s eaten anything yet,” Max says and Michael scowls at him, he had breakfast and he brought a couple of granola bars with him.
“Mom wants us to come inside,” Max says when he hangs up the phone.
Michael looks forward, at where the car is no longer parked or even visible. He could boot Max from the car and have him go have an awkward lunch with mom and Mimi and Jenna.
“You know Jenna and Mimi know him, right?” Max says softly. “The him that none of us have any recollection of ever meeting, so if you’re really intent on knowing him, maybe you should…”
“I shouldn’t care,” Michael says, “I mean I don’t know him from anyone and it feels like this is nothing but wasted effort but…” he gnaws on his lower lip. Worrying it between his teeth while he stares off in the distance at a car he can’t see holding a man he doesn’t remember. “I feel like I do, you know… like I should.”
When he looks over at Max there’s nothing but understanding there.
He sighs heavily and moves the truck forward, putting it in park in the spot the other car had pulled away from.
When he climbs out, pocketing the keys he can already see their mom standing at the door. Hands on her hips, a look of annoyance on her face.
“What did I say?” she asks as they walk up, Max leans forward so she can ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek, when he moves inside Michael gets the same treatment.
“We just sat in the truck,” Michael says defensively. They probably didn’t even noticed them.
“Alex is prior military, so is Tripp,” Nora tilts her head to the side wrapping her hand around Michael’s arm and drawing him inside so she can shut the door. “So is Abraham for that matter.”
Michael’s not quite sure what to say to that so he doesn’t say anything, he should point out that Alex is probably not prior military anymore being that he managed to change things enough that he doesn’t exist anymore.
Jenna and Mimi are putting together sandwiches, Mimi slapping at Max’s hands every time he tries to take one.
“We’ll put them at the table when we’re finished,” she says.
“Michael wouldn’t even share his granola bars with me,” he says pitifully.
“Should have brought your own,” Michael says, pulling a chair to sprawl in. His mom taps on his shoulder as she passes by and he rolls his eyes but straightens up in the chair. He ignores the approving look she shoots him as she gathers a picture from the refrigerator.
They eat in silence once everything is on the table.
“So what’s the verdict?” Michael asks when they’re finished and he’s got a glass of lemonade sweating in his hands.
“He’s not completely opposed to meeting with you or anyone for that matter,” Jenna says.
“Because he’s convinced himself it won’t matter, that it’ll be just a shake hands and hi and everyone will go on their merry way. Proof that he did the exact right thing, even though we all know that it was not,” Mimi says, she looks over at Michael. Her eyes piercing through him just like Maria and Isobel’s do, though Mimi tries to be nice about it at least and only skims over the surface of his mind.
“Tripp’s going to talk to him,” his mom says quietly. “I agree with Mimi though, he thinks he did the right thing and he’ll use any meeting we force upon him to cement in his mind that he was right.”
“So what do we do then?” Max asks, he thankfully doesn’t look over at where Michael is frozen in his seat thinking that Alex will leave.
That Alex will leave and he won’t ever get any opportunity to prove that the other Michael, the one who was foolish enough to give up Alex for Maria is not him.
It’s completely insane and he’s never put any credence in that love at first sight bullshit that the girls all sigh and dream about; that Max and Kyle are actual proof of…
It shouldn’t matter, he’s never met the man, only seen him in the flesh twice now, but he knows deep in his bones that Alex could be for him what Kyle is for Max.
That other half.
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Abraham made sure they all had separate rooms though they all are on the same floor, right near each other. Alex thinks he does things like this because he’s firmly of the belief that he lets Alex and Tripp get too far away that they’ll get up to something he can’t get them out of.
He’s not sure how long they’ll be here, he’s hoping just long enough to do whatever needs to be done. But he also knows Tripp and Abraham have something else up their sleeve.
As such he unpacks his bag into the small dresser and sits on the corner of the bed contemplating whether he has enough energy to go out for food or if he’s going to be ordering something quick and probably awful from the room service menu.
The low soft tapping on his door distracts him before he’s come to a decision.
He really wants a burger and fries from the Crashdown, but he doesn’t think he has it in him emotionally to walk in there and not have Arturo and Liz and Rosa know him.
His hip is already aching when he takes the couple of steps over to the door, opening it to reveal Tripp standing there with a bag of take-out from The Crashdown in one hand and a cup holder with shakes in the other.
“How did you even have time?” he asks as he steps back to let him in. Tripp raises an eyebrow at him.
“It’s been almost two hours,” he says as he sets everything down on the small table. There’s two chairs pulled up to it, one of them has Alex’s laptop bag in it which Tripp moves before he sits down.
Alex blinks at him and looks down at his watch, almost shocked to see that Tripp is correct.
How the hell did he lose two hours unpacking a bag, puttering around a small room and trying not to think about how fucking close Michael is.
“Sit and eat before it gets cold son,” Tripp says and he grins at him as he opens his own container of food.
Alex can smell the burger and the fries and his stomach growls angrily at him. He hadn’t even realized he was hungry until Tripp showed up with the bag.
“Son?” he asks, as he opens up his own container, he closes his eyes as he breathes in the smell of Arturo’s burgers and fries. Ignores the prickling of tears and swallows past the lump in his throat.
“Well that’s the cover story right?” Tripp says, “You’re my kid, Abraham’s my old man, somehow, some way we’re tied into the Manes family tree that doesn’t have anything to do with me being me. Probably should look over the documents Abraham has before I meet up with Jesse, make sure I know exactly what’s on them?”
“I’m still not sure why you want to meet with him,” Alex mutters at his burger.
“He’s family, and honestly I want to make sure that whatever else has been going on that Harlan didn’t leave us any landmines to try and diffuse.”
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Jenna wishes she could be surprised when Michael leaves, then Nora and Mimi leave and Max is left behind.
She’d remind him that she doesn’t need a babysitter or a minder, remind him of all the times she’s kicked his ass and had his back.
But she’s half terrified to find out that none of that stuff happened here.
“I know you can take care of yourself,” Max says and she arches an eyebrow at him and he just shrugs at her. Making himself comfortable in the overstuffed armchair while she curls up on one side of the couch.
“How did you and Kyle become, you know…” she says. It’s one of the other biggest differences here other then Alex managing to not exist.
“He was…” Max rubs at the back of his neck. “When we came out of the pods it was just the three of us and mom, but a little bit after that mom brought the Sheriff by. I’m not even sure how they knew each other at the time, but she brought him by and he brought Kyle, he was…”
“Oh my god,” Jenna mutters, then sighs.
“He was a quiet kid, being the Sheriff’s kid meant a lot of the others either picked on him or were afraid he was like a spy or something.”
“You guys were like eight, right? I mean what kind of nonsense could eight year olds be getting up to?”
“You’d be surprised,” Max shrugs.
“So you never dated Liz?” she asks, Max looks at her, tilts his head to one side like he’s trying to figure out what she’s pushing for.
“Were we a thing?” Max asks in return and Jenna blinks at him, unsure whether she should answer or not.
“It was like always Liz for you,” she says finally, “I mean even when you were sleeping with me, I’m pretty sure I was just a means for you to get your rocks off.”
“Liz?” he asks, just blinking at her, like the name doesn’t compute even though she’s pretty positive they’re at least friends here, if nothing else.
“I don’t even think you and Kyle were even friends where I came from; maybe friendly when needed, but definitely not high school sweethearts, and definitely not the probably getting married by the end of the year couple.”
“We haven’t told his parents or mom or Michael, Isobel or Maria yet,” Max says and Jenna gapes at him. “I asked him right before you went missing, and then, well…”
“I went missing,” Jenna finishes for him.
“We’re waiting for things to calm down before we tell everyone, but nothing seems to be calming down,” Max mutters and Jenna laughs at him.
“You should just tell everyone, it’ll at least be a good excuse to have a party, and if we plan it right we might be able to con Alex into attending before he attempts to escape town without talking to any of the people he really should talk to.”
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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 10/?
The house is quiet when Tripp gets there, he thinks he can pretty confidently state that the moment that Alex, Jenna and Mimi were secured safely in their pods that Nora and Louise moved their attention to more important things.
Most likely keeping the pods holding their still sleeping children safe.
As well as searching, most likely with little success, for any others that came with them.
Tripp knows that they’ve been unsuccessful for the most part because he knows exactly where the majority of them are.
It leaves a sour bitter taste in his mouth and he has to take a moment to rest his forehead against the sun warmed wood of the door, has to remind himself to breathe.
It takes long minutes before he feels like he’s going to be able to open Alex’s pod without bursting into tears before his great-nephew. He’d hoped (prayed) that waiting would allow him to prove Alex wrong, thought that he could convince Harlan that the path he was meandering down was only going to end in death.
In sorrow and pain and anger.
Harlan is lost though, he’s firmly convinced that the aliens they’d found are here to destroy them even though not a single one of them raised a hand to defend themselves when captured. He’s managed to convince too many others while Tripp has been distracted by Nora and Alex and attempting to not change so much of their future that none of them will have one in the end.
The house has only sat still for a few weeks, there’s still a thin layer of dust overtop everything. The dishes from the last meal they all ate together still sitting to the side of the sink.
When he gets to the pods they all look peaceful, even Alex’s features have smoothed out. He could leave him in there, let things play out how they may and let these three all go back to the future they came from.
Then he thinks about Alex’s face when he told him about Michael, told him what his dad had done and he thinks that while he doesn’t agree with all of what Alex is planning…
Making sure that Michael, and by extension Max and Isobel grow up in a house with family that knows and understands who and what they are is such a little thing to ask.
And he’s got some time to change Alex’s mind on the other thing, to convince him that just not being born isn’t going to do anyone any favors.
Least of all Alex.
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Michael’s already got the truck started up when the rental car holding Alex, Tripp and the other guy pulls away. He’s all set to follow them at a discreet distance with Max along for the ride whether he wants to be or not when Max’s phone rings.
“Hey mom,” Max says and Michael huffs a sigh and puts the truck back in park. There’s only a handful of good hotels in town, he knows the plate number of the rental car, he’ll be able to find it pretty quick.
“I don’t think Michael’s eaten anything yet,” Max says and Michael scowls at him, he had breakfast and he brought a couple of granola bars with him.
“Mom wants us to come inside,” Max says when he hangs up the phone.
Michael looks forward, at where the car is no longer parked or even visible. He could boot Max from the car and have him go have an awkward lunch with mom and Mimi and Jenna.
“You know Jenna and Mimi know him, right?” Max says softly. “The him that none of us have any recollection of ever meeting, so if you’re really intent on knowing him, maybe you should…”
“I shouldn’t care,” Michael says, “I mean I don’t know him from anyone and it feels like this is nothing but wasted effort but…” he gnaws on his lower lip. Worrying it between his teeth while he stares off in the distance at a car he can’t see holding a man he doesn’t remember. “I feel like I do, you know… like I should.”
When he looks over at Max there’s nothing but understanding there.
He sighs heavily and moves the truck forward, putting it in park in the spot the other car had pulled away from.
When he climbs out, pocketing the keys he can already see their mom standing at the door. Hands on her hips, a look of annoyance on her face.
“What did I say?” she asks as they walk up, Max leans forward so she can ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek, when he moves inside Michael gets the same treatment.
“We just sat in the truck,” Michael says defensively. They probably didn’t even noticed them.
“Alex is prior military, so is Tripp,” Nora tilts her head to the side wrapping her hand around Michael’s arm and drawing him inside so she can shut the door. “So is Abraham for that matter.”
Michael’s not quite sure what to say to that so he doesn’t say anything, he should point out that Alex is probably not prior military anymore being that he managed to change things enough that he doesn’t exist anymore.
Jenna and Mimi are putting together sandwiches, Mimi slapping at Max’s hands every time he tries to take one.
“We’ll put them at the table when we’re finished,” she says.
“Michael wouldn’t even share his granola bars with me,” he says pitifully.
“Should have brought your own,” Michael says, pulling a chair to sprawl in. His mom taps on his shoulder as she passes by and he rolls his eyes but straightens up in the chair. He ignores the approving look she shoots him as she gathers a picture from the refrigerator.
They eat in silence once everything is on the table.
“So what’s the verdict?” Michael asks when they’re finished and he’s got a glass of lemonade sweating in his hands.
“He’s not completely opposed to meeting with you or anyone for that matter,” Jenna says.
“Because he’s convinced himself it won’t matter, that it’ll be just a shake hands and hi and everyone will go on their merry way. Proof that he did the exact right thing, even though we all know that it was not,” Mimi says, she looks over at Michael. Her eyes piercing through him just like Maria and Isobel’s do, though Mimi tries to be nice about it at least and only skims over the surface of his mind.
“Tripp’s going to talk to him,” his mom says quietly. “I agree with Mimi though, he thinks he did the right thing and he’ll use any meeting we force upon him to cement in his mind that he was right.”
“So what do we do then?” Max asks, he thankfully doesn’t look over at where Michael is frozen in his seat thinking that Alex will leave.
That Alex will leave and he won’t ever get any opportunity to prove that the other Michael, the one who was foolish enough to give up Alex for Maria is not him.
It’s completely insane and he’s never put any credence in that love at first sight bullshit that the girls all sigh and dream about; that Max and Kyle are actual proof of…
It shouldn’t matter, he’s never met the man, only seen him in the flesh twice now, but he knows deep in his bones that Alex could be for him what Kyle is for Max.
That other half.
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Abraham made sure they all had separate rooms though they all are on the same floor, right near each other. Alex thinks he does things like this because he’s firmly of the belief that he lets Alex and Tripp get too far away that they’ll get up to something he can’t get them out of.
He’s not sure how long they’ll be here, he’s hoping just long enough to do whatever needs to be done. But he also knows Tripp and Abraham have something else up their sleeve.
As such he unpacks his bag into the small dresser and sits on the corner of the bed contemplating whether he has enough energy to go out for food or if he’s going to be ordering something quick and probably awful from the room service menu.
The low soft tapping on his door distracts him before he’s come to a decision.
He really wants a burger and fries from the Crashdown, but he doesn’t think he has it in him emotionally to walk in there and not have Arturo and Liz and Rosa know him.
His hip is already aching when he takes the couple of steps over to the door, opening it to reveal Tripp standing there with a bag of take-out from The Crashdown in one hand and a cup holder with shakes in the other.
“How did you even have time?” he asks as he steps back to let him in. Tripp raises an eyebrow at him.
“It’s been almost two hours,” he says as he sets everything down on the small table. There’s two chairs pulled up to it, one of them has Alex’s laptop bag in it which Tripp moves before he sits down.
Alex blinks at him and looks down at his watch, almost shocked to see that Tripp is correct.
How the hell did he lose two hours unpacking a bag, puttering around a small room and trying not to think about how fucking close Michael is.
“Sit and eat before it gets cold son,” Tripp says and he grins at him as he opens his own container of food.
Alex can smell the burger and the fries and his stomach growls angrily at him. He hadn’t even realized he was hungry until Tripp showed up with the bag.
“Son?” he asks, as he opens up his own container, he closes his eyes as he breathes in the smell of Arturo’s burgers and fries. Ignores the prickling of tears and swallows past the lump in his throat.
“Well that’s the cover story right?” Tripp says, “You’re my kid, Abraham’s my old man, somehow, some way we’re tied into the Manes family tree that doesn’t have anything to do with me being me. Probably should look over the documents Abraham has before I meet up with Jesse, make sure I know exactly what’s on them?”
“I’m still not sure why you want to meet with him,” Alex mutters at his burger.
“He’s family, and honestly I want to make sure that whatever else has been going on that Harlan didn’t leave us any landmines to try and diffuse.”
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Jenna wishes she could be surprised when Michael leaves, then Nora and Mimi leave and Max is left behind.
She’d remind him that she doesn’t need a babysitter or a minder, remind him of all the times she’s kicked his ass and had his back.
But she’s half terrified to find out that none of that stuff happened here.
“I know you can take care of yourself,” Max says and she arches an eyebrow at him and he just shrugs at her. Making himself comfortable in the overstuffed armchair while she curls up on one side of the couch.
“How did you and Kyle become, you know…” she says. It’s one of the other biggest differences here other then Alex managing to not exist.
“He was…” Max rubs at the back of his neck. “When we came out of the pods it was just the three of us and mom, but a little bit after that mom brought the Sheriff by. I’m not even sure how they knew each other at the time, but she brought him by and he brought Kyle, he was…”
“Oh my god,” Jenna mutters, then sighs.
“He was a quiet kid, being the Sheriff’s kid meant a lot of the others either picked on him or were afraid he was like a spy or something.”
“You guys were like eight, right? I mean what kind of nonsense could eight year olds be getting up to?”
“You’d be surprised,” Max shrugs.
“So you never dated Liz?” she asks, Max looks at her, tilts his head to one side like he’s trying to figure out what she’s pushing for.
“Were we a thing?” Max asks in return and Jenna blinks at him, unsure whether she should answer or not.
“It was like always Liz for you,” she says finally, “I mean even when you were sleeping with me, I’m pretty sure I was just a means for you to get your rocks off.”
“Liz?” he asks, just blinking at her, like the name doesn’t compute even though she’s pretty positive they’re at least friends here, if nothing else.
“I don’t even think you and Kyle were even friends where I came from; maybe friendly when needed, but definitely not high school sweethearts, and definitely not the probably getting married by the end of the year couple.”
“We haven’t told his parents or mom or Michael, Isobel or Maria yet,” Max says and Jenna gapes at him. “I asked him right before you went missing, and then, well…”
“I went missing,” Jenna finishes for him.
“We’re waiting for things to calm down before we tell everyone, but nothing seems to be calming down,” Max mutters and Jenna laughs at him.
“You should just tell everyone, it’ll at least be a good excuse to have a party, and if we plan it right we might be able to con Alex into attending before he attempts to escape town without talking to any of the people he really should talk to.”
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