FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Lost to Time 12/?
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 12/?
”Can you go check on the pods?” Louise asks her several weeks after Tripp has dropped off the grid and they haven’t even had a sighting of him.
“Why?” Nora asks, she’s suspicious by nature. Louise asking her to check out the ceremonial chambers is how they found the boy in the first place.
Max, she reminds herself, both Alex and Jenna know the man that boy will become and he’ll be called Max.
“I don’t know,” Louise says, there’s lines on her face and she looks more troubled then Nora can ever recall her looking. “Something feels… off, different… I can’t put my finger quite on it. But can you check and make sure the pods are okay and functioning correctly?”
“Alright,” she says easily, it’s not a hardship to go check on the pods. She’s sure all three with still be sleeping their time away peacefully.
There’s dust on the doorstep and the door is locked, she and Louise share a key; Tripp has the other. There’s no sign of footsteps or that anything has been disturbed.
She hasn’t had the heart to come back to the house where she was able to spend time so freely with Tripp, where they spent so much time trying to figure out how to get Alex, Jenna and Mimi back where they came from.
She’s still not quite sure how they managed to travel back in time in the first place. None of their technology has or had that capability. She thinks it will be forever be one of those things that they never understand the mechanics of.
The house smells musty and old, it feels like it’s been abandoned for years instead of the just over a month she knows it to be.
The power still works and she flips the switch for the lights, momentarily gratified when they come on until the light reveals the truth of the room. She presses her hand to her mouth and her stomach drops.
The pods containing Jenna and Mimi still stand side by side, but the spot on the other side of Jenna where Alex’s pod should be is empty.
No pod. No Alex.
“Tripp what did you do?” Though the better question is likely what did Alex convince Tripp to do?
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Tripp still feels off center after meeting Jesse. He can’t put his name on, can’t quite figure out what is wrong.
Maybe after he sits down and talks through the meeting with Alex and Abraham he’ll be able to determine why that is.
Alex is gone when he gets back to their hotel, he first taps on his door and when he doesn’t answer he goes to Abraham’s room right on the other side of Alex’s.
“Ms. Cameron came and dragged him off to lunch,” Abraham says when he opens the door and sees Tripp standing there.
“I’m surprised he agreed with that.”
“I don’t think she gave him much choice in the matter,” Abraham says with a sardonic grin, he steps back to let him enter. “How did your meeting go with…” his mouth twists.
As much as he calls Alex and Tripp family, Tripp doesn’t think he’s okay with claiming Jesse and the rest of his sons as family. Alex and Tripp got that honor strictly by the amount of time they’ve spent with Abraham over the years.
Both in and out of pods.
“It was okay,” Tripp shrugs, he glances around the room.
“We’re secure in here, I’ll sweep Alex and your rooms once we’re all fully back for the night.”
“We should have just gotten a suite,” Tripp mutters, “or rented a house.”
“Alex won’t be pleased but I did make a few calls and we’ll be viewing some houses while we’re here,” Abraham says settling himself in one of the chairs at his table.
Tripp arches an eyebrow at him.
“It will get very expensive, very quickly to continue staying in hotels. And since I saw the way that you and Nora were looking at each other, and having seen the way that Ms. Cameron is attempting to drag Alex back into their circle of friends I think having at the very least a stationary secure place to stay while in Roswell will be the most cost effective going forward.”
“You’ve been planning this for a while,” Tripp says and Abraham just smiles at him, all teeth and pride in himself.
“So tell me how your meeting went, you look,” Abraham cocks his head to one side and studies him, “you look unsettled.”
“I don’t know,” Tripp says, dragging a hand over his face and sitting in the chair opposite Abraham, “I just… there was something off, I couldn’t put my finger on it.”
“He didn’t say anything that led you to believe he might be a threat to us…”
“I don’t… I don’t trust him, not at all and I’m honestly not going to be in a rush to put you or Alex in the same room with him unless there is absolutely no getting past it.”
“I told him,” Abraham says and Tripp looks at him in surprise. He really had thought that Abraham was going to leave that task on his shoulders even though Tripp was in a pod and had absolutely nothing to do with the decisions that Abraham ultimately made on their behalf.
“And?”
“He wasn’t as upset as I feared he’d be,” Abraham says, “but I also know Alex, both versions of them and he’ll take some time to process what I told him and the book and documents that I gave him and then he’ll come back with his questions that I may or may not have answers for.”
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“Okay, so we we’re going to eat lunch,” Jenna says finally when the silence gets to that awkward place where someone has to say something to break it or they’ll still be standing there when the dinner crowd starts coming in..
And since Michael and Alex are literal statutes at the moment, hands locked together in a handshake that has gone on way longer than it should have and Isobel is just looking on in amused silence she guesses that means it’s up to her.
Alex startles slightly, just enough that he seems to remember that he’s in a public place.
“We’ll eat with you,” Isobel says brightly, wrapping a hand around Michael’s arm and tugging him in the direction of an empty booth.
Alex follows since Michael hasn’t seen fit to actually end the handshake that is verging into handholding territory with every second that passes.
Jenna just shakes her head, because how is this seriously her life at this point.
Michael had to let go of Alex’s hand when Isobel pushes him into a booth, and he looks annoyed by the fact that he has to do so while Isobel seems to be utterly unrepentant as she slides in after him.
Jenna lets Alex slide in the booth on the other side before sitting next to him. He’s got his hands folded together in his lap, hidden from view by the table but Jenna can feel the minute tremors as he’s probably going through waking nightmares of his dad catching them sitting in the same vicinity about to possibly talk to each other.
Jenna doesn’t know how to remind him that his dad is not actually an issue for him anymore so instead she leans into his side slightly, nudging him with her elbow to let him know that she’s still there.
All she’d wanted was lunch, and she’d mostly checked everyone’s schedules to make sure that everyone would be tied up somewhere else because this particular group of friends seems to have a group calendar that she’s somehow on.
Michael’s schedule said he was supposed to be on a conference call, Isobel was free but Jenna wasn’t actually worried about Alex running into Isobel.
“So I’m Isobel,” Isobel smiles brightly at Alex who just blinks at her like he can’t comprehend the words she’s saying, “this is my brother Michael.”
“I’m aware,” Alex says slowly.
“And you’re Alex Manes,” Isobel says with a smile half curving her lips.
“Whitman,” Alex says and Jenna joins Isobel and Michael staring at him.
“Whitman?” Jenna says at the same time that Michael starts, “that’s why I couldn’t…” and snaps his mouth shut.
Isobel huffs a sharp laugh and Michael turns his head to slightly to glare at her.
“Why you couldn’t…?” Alex prompts and Michael shakes his head though two little spots of red dot his cheeks as Jenna stares at him. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Michael embarrassed.
“Why he couldn’t find anything on you,” Isobel offers, “he’s been doing his best impression of a cyber stalker… though, can it be considered cyber stalking if he didn’t actually find anything?” she muses.
“You were trying to find me?” Alex asks, arching an eyebrow and Michael just looks at him. They stare at each other in silence for long enough that Jenna is wondering if they would even notice if she and Isobel left.
“So Maria, Liz and I are throwing Kyle and Max a ‘we’re tired of waiting for you to announce your engagement so we’re just throwing you an engagement party so we can move on with planning the actual wedding ceremony’ party,” Isobel says, “you’re coming.”
“I am, am I?” Alex asks, no one ever came over to take their order so Jenna is kind of surprised when Rosa shows up with a tray filled with plates.
“Yes,” Isobel says decisively, before she turns to smile at Rosa who flushes before rolling her eyes and walking away.
“Something you want to share with the group?” Michael asks tapping his fingers against the side of his plate as he looks at her.
“We’re just talking,” Isobel says the tone of her voice is dismissive but Jenna doesn’t think any of them miss the way she won’t look any of them in the eye.
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The entirety of their family, save Michael and Isobel who are on their way are in their living room.
“Why didn’t we just elope?” he asks and Kyle wraps his arms around him from behind and presses his cheek to his shoulder.
“Because your mom would have straight up murdered you, my mom would have killed me and it would have been a toss-up whether it was Isobel or Maria would be the ones to melt our brains.”
Max sighs and twists in Kyle’s arms, hugging him tightly. When Kyle tugs gently on his hair he loosens his arms and when Kyle smiles gently at him he kisses him. He can still feel the curve of Kyle’s smile against his lip as Kyle kisses him back, can feel the warm press of his hand against the back of his neck.
“They’re going to mad I told Jenna first,” he murmurs and Kyle laughs.
“Do you have a death wish? I wouldn’t tell them that, if they ask I would strongly consider changing the subject.”
“Are you guys making out in the kitchen?” Maria asks from the doorway and when Max looks over Kyle’s shoulder he can see her standing there, hands on her hips though the quirk of her smirk gives her away.
“It is our kitchen,” Kyle says, he doesn’t turn around until Max lets his arms drop.
“And your living room has your parents and me in it,” Maria reminds them, “plus Is and Michael just got here so…”
Kyle takes a step forward, taking Max’s hand in his and squeezing it first then loops an arm over her shoulder to pull her back into the living room.
“Should have eloped,” Max mutters, he drags a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath before following them.
He’s prepared a speech, he made Kyle sit on the bed as he ran through it multiple times the night before and Kyle only laughed at him twice.
‘You’re not making it through a speech, you’re literally just going to blurt it out,’ he’d said but he’d still let Max say it over and over again.
But when he steps into the living room, standing next to Kyle and linking their fingers together as their family is settled on their furniture, with the exception of the Sheriff that is leaning against the fireplace that they’ve never once lit a fire in.
He’d needed that fireplace though, needed the mantle above the fireplace because he’d had this vision in his mind’s eye of the mantle filled with pictures of their family, filled with all the kitschy knickknacks that his siblings bring back whenever they have reason to go out of town.
“We’re getting married,” he says, Kyle squeezes his hand but doesn’t laugh at him.
“Oh thank god,” his mom murmurs as she pushes herself from the chair she’d been sitting in, she and Kyle’s mom make it to them at the same time. Pulling them both into separate hugs. Michael and Isobel are next, though Michael doesn’t hug either of them, just wraps strong hands around their shoulders and grins at them.
Maria has her phone in hand when it’s her turn.
“Just telling her that operation: we’re tired of waiting for you to announce your engagement, so happy surprise engagement party is now just they finally fucking told us so happy engagement party.”
“Jenna and Mimi…” Kyle starts and Maria waves her hand.
“We know, it was just…” she hugs them both separately. “Also Rosa wants me to remind you that she’ll totally do the ceremony if you want, she thinks she has all the stuff from when she playground married you when we were twelve.”
Kyle laughs and Max thinks that it is a strong likelihood that he’ll want to do that strictly for nostalgias sake. Though Max thinks he’ll have to draw the line of getting married on the playground by the falling to pieces jungle gym a second time.
He loops his arm over Kyle’s shoulder and Kyle leans into him, arm around his back and thumb hooked through one the belt loops on his jeans.
“You guys don’t seem very surprised,” Max says as the Sheriff steps up to them last. He looks bemused.
“It was fifty, forty, ten split on whether this was going to be to announce you were getting hitched, were already hitched or trying another trial separation like that really painful three months when you were seventeen,” the Sheriff says.
“I told anyone that asked that we were okay,” Max says, shaking the Sheriff’s hand when it’s offered.
“Sometimes your idea of okay is vastly different then everyone else’s idea of okay.”
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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 12/?
”Can you go check on the pods?” Louise asks her several weeks after Tripp has dropped off the grid and they haven’t even had a sighting of him.
“Why?” Nora asks, she’s suspicious by nature. Louise asking her to check out the ceremonial chambers is how they found the boy in the first place.
Max, she reminds herself, both Alex and Jenna know the man that boy will become and he’ll be called Max.
“I don’t know,” Louise says, there’s lines on her face and she looks more troubled then Nora can ever recall her looking. “Something feels… off, different… I can’t put my finger quite on it. But can you check and make sure the pods are okay and functioning correctly?”
“Alright,” she says easily, it’s not a hardship to go check on the pods. She’s sure all three with still be sleeping their time away peacefully.
There’s dust on the doorstep and the door is locked, she and Louise share a key; Tripp has the other. There’s no sign of footsteps or that anything has been disturbed.
She hasn’t had the heart to come back to the house where she was able to spend time so freely with Tripp, where they spent so much time trying to figure out how to get Alex, Jenna and Mimi back where they came from.
She’s still not quite sure how they managed to travel back in time in the first place. None of their technology has or had that capability. She thinks it will be forever be one of those things that they never understand the mechanics of.
The house smells musty and old, it feels like it’s been abandoned for years instead of the just over a month she knows it to be.
The power still works and she flips the switch for the lights, momentarily gratified when they come on until the light reveals the truth of the room. She presses her hand to her mouth and her stomach drops.
The pods containing Jenna and Mimi still stand side by side, but the spot on the other side of Jenna where Alex’s pod should be is empty.
No pod. No Alex.
“Tripp what did you do?” Though the better question is likely what did Alex convince Tripp to do?
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Tripp still feels off center after meeting Jesse. He can’t put his name on, can’t quite figure out what is wrong.
Maybe after he sits down and talks through the meeting with Alex and Abraham he’ll be able to determine why that is.
Alex is gone when he gets back to their hotel, he first taps on his door and when he doesn’t answer he goes to Abraham’s room right on the other side of Alex’s.
“Ms. Cameron came and dragged him off to lunch,” Abraham says when he opens the door and sees Tripp standing there.
“I’m surprised he agreed with that.”
“I don’t think she gave him much choice in the matter,” Abraham says with a sardonic grin, he steps back to let him enter. “How did your meeting go with…” his mouth twists.
As much as he calls Alex and Tripp family, Tripp doesn’t think he’s okay with claiming Jesse and the rest of his sons as family. Alex and Tripp got that honor strictly by the amount of time they’ve spent with Abraham over the years.
Both in and out of pods.
“It was okay,” Tripp shrugs, he glances around the room.
“We’re secure in here, I’ll sweep Alex and your rooms once we’re all fully back for the night.”
“We should have just gotten a suite,” Tripp mutters, “or rented a house.”
“Alex won’t be pleased but I did make a few calls and we’ll be viewing some houses while we’re here,” Abraham says settling himself in one of the chairs at his table.
Tripp arches an eyebrow at him.
“It will get very expensive, very quickly to continue staying in hotels. And since I saw the way that you and Nora were looking at each other, and having seen the way that Ms. Cameron is attempting to drag Alex back into their circle of friends I think having at the very least a stationary secure place to stay while in Roswell will be the most cost effective going forward.”
“You’ve been planning this for a while,” Tripp says and Abraham just smiles at him, all teeth and pride in himself.
“So tell me how your meeting went, you look,” Abraham cocks his head to one side and studies him, “you look unsettled.”
“I don’t know,” Tripp says, dragging a hand over his face and sitting in the chair opposite Abraham, “I just… there was something off, I couldn’t put my finger on it.”
“He didn’t say anything that led you to believe he might be a threat to us…”
“I don’t… I don’t trust him, not at all and I’m honestly not going to be in a rush to put you or Alex in the same room with him unless there is absolutely no getting past it.”
“I told him,” Abraham says and Tripp looks at him in surprise. He really had thought that Abraham was going to leave that task on his shoulders even though Tripp was in a pod and had absolutely nothing to do with the decisions that Abraham ultimately made on their behalf.
“And?”
“He wasn’t as upset as I feared he’d be,” Abraham says, “but I also know Alex, both versions of them and he’ll take some time to process what I told him and the book and documents that I gave him and then he’ll come back with his questions that I may or may not have answers for.”
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“Okay, so we we’re going to eat lunch,” Jenna says finally when the silence gets to that awkward place where someone has to say something to break it or they’ll still be standing there when the dinner crowd starts coming in..
And since Michael and Alex are literal statutes at the moment, hands locked together in a handshake that has gone on way longer than it should have and Isobel is just looking on in amused silence she guesses that means it’s up to her.
Alex startles slightly, just enough that he seems to remember that he’s in a public place.
“We’ll eat with you,” Isobel says brightly, wrapping a hand around Michael’s arm and tugging him in the direction of an empty booth.
Alex follows since Michael hasn’t seen fit to actually end the handshake that is verging into handholding territory with every second that passes.
Jenna just shakes her head, because how is this seriously her life at this point.
Michael had to let go of Alex’s hand when Isobel pushes him into a booth, and he looks annoyed by the fact that he has to do so while Isobel seems to be utterly unrepentant as she slides in after him.
Jenna lets Alex slide in the booth on the other side before sitting next to him. He’s got his hands folded together in his lap, hidden from view by the table but Jenna can feel the minute tremors as he’s probably going through waking nightmares of his dad catching them sitting in the same vicinity about to possibly talk to each other.
Jenna doesn’t know how to remind him that his dad is not actually an issue for him anymore so instead she leans into his side slightly, nudging him with her elbow to let him know that she’s still there.
All she’d wanted was lunch, and she’d mostly checked everyone’s schedules to make sure that everyone would be tied up somewhere else because this particular group of friends seems to have a group calendar that she’s somehow on.
Michael’s schedule said he was supposed to be on a conference call, Isobel was free but Jenna wasn’t actually worried about Alex running into Isobel.
“So I’m Isobel,” Isobel smiles brightly at Alex who just blinks at her like he can’t comprehend the words she’s saying, “this is my brother Michael.”
“I’m aware,” Alex says slowly.
“And you’re Alex Manes,” Isobel says with a smile half curving her lips.
“Whitman,” Alex says and Jenna joins Isobel and Michael staring at him.
“Whitman?” Jenna says at the same time that Michael starts, “that’s why I couldn’t…” and snaps his mouth shut.
Isobel huffs a sharp laugh and Michael turns his head to slightly to glare at her.
“Why you couldn’t…?” Alex prompts and Michael shakes his head though two little spots of red dot his cheeks as Jenna stares at him. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Michael embarrassed.
“Why he couldn’t find anything on you,” Isobel offers, “he’s been doing his best impression of a cyber stalker… though, can it be considered cyber stalking if he didn’t actually find anything?” she muses.
“You were trying to find me?” Alex asks, arching an eyebrow and Michael just looks at him. They stare at each other in silence for long enough that Jenna is wondering if they would even notice if she and Isobel left.
“So Maria, Liz and I are throwing Kyle and Max a ‘we’re tired of waiting for you to announce your engagement so we’re just throwing you an engagement party so we can move on with planning the actual wedding ceremony’ party,” Isobel says, “you’re coming.”
“I am, am I?” Alex asks, no one ever came over to take their order so Jenna is kind of surprised when Rosa shows up with a tray filled with plates.
“Yes,” Isobel says decisively, before she turns to smile at Rosa who flushes before rolling her eyes and walking away.
“Something you want to share with the group?” Michael asks tapping his fingers against the side of his plate as he looks at her.
“We’re just talking,” Isobel says the tone of her voice is dismissive but Jenna doesn’t think any of them miss the way she won’t look any of them in the eye.
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The entirety of their family, save Michael and Isobel who are on their way are in their living room.
“Why didn’t we just elope?” he asks and Kyle wraps his arms around him from behind and presses his cheek to his shoulder.
“Because your mom would have straight up murdered you, my mom would have killed me and it would have been a toss-up whether it was Isobel or Maria would be the ones to melt our brains.”
Max sighs and twists in Kyle’s arms, hugging him tightly. When Kyle tugs gently on his hair he loosens his arms and when Kyle smiles gently at him he kisses him. He can still feel the curve of Kyle’s smile against his lip as Kyle kisses him back, can feel the warm press of his hand against the back of his neck.
“They’re going to mad I told Jenna first,” he murmurs and Kyle laughs.
“Do you have a death wish? I wouldn’t tell them that, if they ask I would strongly consider changing the subject.”
“Are you guys making out in the kitchen?” Maria asks from the doorway and when Max looks over Kyle’s shoulder he can see her standing there, hands on her hips though the quirk of her smirk gives her away.
“It is our kitchen,” Kyle says, he doesn’t turn around until Max lets his arms drop.
“And your living room has your parents and me in it,” Maria reminds them, “plus Is and Michael just got here so…”
Kyle takes a step forward, taking Max’s hand in his and squeezing it first then loops an arm over her shoulder to pull her back into the living room.
“Should have eloped,” Max mutters, he drags a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath before following them.
He’s prepared a speech, he made Kyle sit on the bed as he ran through it multiple times the night before and Kyle only laughed at him twice.
‘You’re not making it through a speech, you’re literally just going to blurt it out,’ he’d said but he’d still let Max say it over and over again.
But when he steps into the living room, standing next to Kyle and linking their fingers together as their family is settled on their furniture, with the exception of the Sheriff that is leaning against the fireplace that they’ve never once lit a fire in.
He’d needed that fireplace though, needed the mantle above the fireplace because he’d had this vision in his mind’s eye of the mantle filled with pictures of their family, filled with all the kitschy knickknacks that his siblings bring back whenever they have reason to go out of town.
“We’re getting married,” he says, Kyle squeezes his hand but doesn’t laugh at him.
“Oh thank god,” his mom murmurs as she pushes herself from the chair she’d been sitting in, she and Kyle’s mom make it to them at the same time. Pulling them both into separate hugs. Michael and Isobel are next, though Michael doesn’t hug either of them, just wraps strong hands around their shoulders and grins at them.
Maria has her phone in hand when it’s her turn.
“Just telling her that operation: we’re tired of waiting for you to announce your engagement, so happy surprise engagement party is now just they finally fucking told us so happy engagement party.”
“Jenna and Mimi…” Kyle starts and Maria waves her hand.
“We know, it was just…” she hugs them both separately. “Also Rosa wants me to remind you that she’ll totally do the ceremony if you want, she thinks she has all the stuff from when she playground married you when we were twelve.”
Kyle laughs and Max thinks that it is a strong likelihood that he’ll want to do that strictly for nostalgias sake. Though Max thinks he’ll have to draw the line of getting married on the playground by the falling to pieces jungle gym a second time.
He loops his arm over Kyle’s shoulder and Kyle leans into him, arm around his back and thumb hooked through one the belt loops on his jeans.
“You guys don’t seem very surprised,” Max says as the Sheriff steps up to them last. He looks bemused.
“It was fifty, forty, ten split on whether this was going to be to announce you were getting hitched, were already hitched or trying another trial separation like that really painful three months when you were seventeen,” the Sheriff says.
“I told anyone that asked that we were okay,” Max says, shaking the Sheriff’s hand when it’s offered.
“Sometimes your idea of okay is vastly different then everyone else’s idea of okay.”
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