FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Lost to Time 16/?
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 16/?
There’s a large crate in the middle of their living room when Nora comes back from checking on the other house and it’s occupants.
Jenna and Mimi still sleep peacefully away waiting their time to wake; Alex’s pod has not returned to it’s empty space. Nora is fearful that the continued silence from Tripp and Alex means that it won’t return as they’re hoping it will.
“What on earth,” she says and Louise just turns to her, she’s got what appears to be a letter in her hands. Nora can’t decide what Louise’s expression actually is.
“It’s from Tripp,” she says and Nora just stares at her. “He’s… they’ve sent us a pod… not Alex’s,” she rushes to reassure her like she can sense Nora’s immediate distress, “another pod, a different one for one of us…”
Louise stares down at the papers in her hand, and Nora knows that Louise intends for her to be the one to take the pod, is likely already attempting to figure out where to place it.
Nora steps closer, the letter is definitely from Tripp, she recognizes the slant of his writing.
“There’s also apparently some changes we need to make to Jenna and Mimi’s pods,” Louise says, “he’s very specific instructions on what and how to do it.”
Which is likely a good thing since neither she nor or Louise has any real knowledge of how the innerworkings of how the pods actually work. They know how to use them, but not how to do anything other than the basics.
“He’s not coming back, is he?” she asks and she wraps her arms around himself. Louise doesn’t respond, Nora doesn’t really need to.
Tripp isn’t coming back to Roswell, not until he and Alex have completed whatever mission Alex has set forth for them.
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His mom already has a cup of coffee in hand sitting at the kitchen table when Michael makes it into the kitchen, he’s showered and is trying to not leave the house any sooner that he needs to in order to make it to Alex’s hotel.
“I left you coffee,” she says and he shakes his head.
“Meeting Alex for breakfast,” he says, he doesn’t beam at her though that doesn’t stop her from smiling knowingly back at him and tugging him down to press a kiss to his cheek as he goes to walk past her. “Don’t think you can distract me from the lump on the couch when I got back last night.”
“Tripp had a bit too much wine last night,” she says, smirks really.
“What she means is she got me drunk on wine to ask questions that I would have answered without the wine,” Tripp says from the doorway, he looks rough and faintly disapproving. He shares a lot of similar features with Alex now that Michael can really see him close up instead of from a parked car down the street.
He drags a hand through his hair, leaving half of it standing on end and Michael rolls his eyes at the fond expression on his mom’s face.
“If you’re not having it can I have coffee?” he asks and Michael pulls down a mug while his mom pats Tripp’s hand gently.
He sets it black in front of Tripp and the man just stares at it, he actually looks like he might fall asleep right on top of it.
“There was a thing that happened at the Pony last night,” Michael says, he’s sure Alex didn’t sleep a wink once Michael dropped him off, probably Jenna didn’t either. Both digging into a past that seems to indicate that they might have known each other.
“Isobel will lose her mind of Max and Kyle decide to…” his mom starts and Michael waves a hand at her.
“They’re fine,” he says, “Kyle apparently realized that he knew Alex from somewhere, come to find out that friend Jenna was calling to come in and decipher the computer language stuff that we couldn’t make heads or tails of was Alex.”
She blinks at him, the only way he can really tell that she wasn’t expecting him to say something like that is the tilt of her head and the pressure on his mind that indicates she’s preparing to go in and see what happened for herself.
“They got simultaneous nose bleeds pretty much the minute the whole table figured out that Alex was the guy Jenna was bringing in…”
“Okay,” his mom says, a glance over at Tripp shows he’s pulled his mug close to him and is resting his head on the other hand.
“Alex okay?” he asks and Michael nods.
“He was fine when I dropped him off, probably didn’t sleep and spent the rest of the night doing searches on himself.”
“If they’re okay, why…?” his mom starts.
“Popular theory in the group text is recovered memory? Which means Isobel went digging around in someone’s mind, probably Jenna’s while she was sleeping since Alex’s is locked up like he’s hiding nuclear codes or something. Not really sure how they would be recovering memories though, since technically they’re not the Jenna and Alex that went missing from here, right? So there shouldn’t be anything to recover?”
His mom shrugs and Tripp sips from his coffee cup.
“Something like this has never happened before, honestly before Alex, Jenna and Mimi showed up I would have said our technology couldn’t do that,” she says, “and even all these years later we still don’t know how whoever was responsible for sending them to the past managed to do it.”
“Abraham has some theories,” Tripp says into his cup and Michael looks over at him.
“Theories?” he asks when Tripp doesn’t say anything else.
“Theories, nothing he could ever recreate in controlled or uncontrolled circumstances,” he shrugs and sighs heavily. “He took a lot of very detailed notes that I can understand maybe one word in ten, but in the end he thought it was simply those three being in the exact wrong place at exactly the right time that allowed it to happen, and that with the fact that the technology was destroyed that it couldn’t happen again.”
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“You’re going to be late,” Max says as the doorbell rings and he goes to see which of his family members has decided to visit at 9 am on a Sunday morning.
They’d still be lazing around in bed on a normal Sunday, if Kyle hadn’t somehow got roped into meeting up with Rosa, everyone in their friend group is aware of this.
Except for somehow Jenna has forgotten this fact, as she’s standing there, looking marginally better than she had the night before when they’d dropped her off at home.
“You look better,” he says as he holds the door open for her.
“So far no spontaneous nose bleeds so far this morning so…” she waves her crossed fingers in front of his face. If it had been any other night Kyle would likely have insisted on dragging her home with them so he could keep an eye on her, he’d been trying to subtly get Liz to stay with her but Liz either had forgotten how to read Kyle’s unspoken cues or chose to ignore him.
Max thinks he can, with confidence, say that Liz was ignoring him.
“Hey Jenna… I’m going to be late,” Kyle mutters as he brushes past him, Max grabs his hand and pulls him close for a quick press of their lips.
“Remember what we talked about,” Max says and Kyle rolls his eyes at him and kisses him again.
“I’m not going to let Rosa talk me into anything, we talked about this,” Kyle says, he drags his hand across Max’s head, tugging at his hair gently. Kisses him one more time and is out the door.
“I’m so getting married on the playground,” he says; Rosa and Kyle may still be trying to navigate how to be half siblings but if Rosa asked him for that Kyle would do everything in his power to give it to her.
Jenna laughs at him, it sounds almost normal.
“If Kyle wanted it you would do it happily, because you’re that much of a sucker for him,” she says and he shrugs, because she’s right but he’s not admitting it.
“At least the tuxes that Isobel is pushing for would look at out of place,” he says and he closes the door and leads the way to the kitchen.
The coffee is still half full and he pours two cups, holding one out to Jenna to take as she walks past him to the table.
“I figured you’d still be sleeping,” he says and Jenna sighs.
“That would have to mean that I slept and honestly, sleeping wasn’t happening last night,” she says and he quirks an eyebrow at her that she doesn’t see since she’s staring into her coffee cup, left hand tapping an absentminded rhythm against the table top.
“You want to tell me about it?” he asks gently, he tries to keep his voice as calm as he can; but he doesn’t actually recall ever seeing Jenna out of sorts like this and he wishes Kyle with his calm and soothing doctor voice was still there.
He wishes his mom was there, she’d know exactly what to say.
She doesn’t respond, just stares at the cup even though Max thinks that she isn’t seeing it.
“Jenna?”
“I’m not crazy,” she says, she reaches down to the floor where she’d dropped her bag and pulls out her journal, it’s the first time he thinks he’s seen it in her possession since they found her and Mimi. She lays it on the table, folds her hands across the top of it. “I think I need to talk to your mom,” she says finally.
He nods, even though he doesn’t really understand what’s happening.
“Sure,” he says, he pats at his pockets and realizes that he probably left his phone in the bedroom on the charger, inwardly he cringes at the amount of text messages that he’s likely missed so far today.
“I’m not crazy,” she says softly, it sounds like she’s trying to convince herself of that fact and he reaches out to squeeze her hand.
“You know it’s okay, right?” he says and she nods.
“I remembered something last night,” she says, “Something that I thought I could say with confidence didn’t happen but…”
He blinks at her and doesn’t say anything more, she doesn’t need the prompting though.
“And it’s probably the same thing that Alex remembered even though he wouldn’t confirm it, just said he needed to do some research and probably disappeared into the internet searching for himself while I was searching my house and finding photo albums filled with pictures I don’t remember taking and people I don’t remember knowing as a child.”
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He’s startled when he hears the knock on his door, blinks at his laptop screen which has way too many open tabs and the empty bottles of water off to the side of it.
He glances over at the window but he’d drawn the curtains when Michael had dropped him off the night before and he can’t tell if the sun is up or if it’s still dark.
A glance back down at his laptop shows it’s just hit 9 am. Which means the tapping is Michael and he sits silently for a second.
He hasn’t even showered or gotten dressed for the day; the only thing he’d done the night before when he’d got back was change into shorts and a t-shirt, remove the prosthetic and take his pills.
He hasn’t slept, he doesn’t know if he’s prepared to deal with a Michael that smiles as freely as this one does without a shower, clean clothes and his prosthetic.
The next set of taps is more insistent and he thinks he might only have minutes before Michael just breaks down the door, or uses his telekinesis to open it for him.
“I’m coming,” he calls out softly and he pushes away from the table, grabs his crutches and makes his way to the door.
Michael blinks at him when he opens it, eyes scanning down then back up his body, brow furrowing slightly as he glances down at the phone in his hand to check the time.
“It’s me, I lost track of time,” Alex mutters as he steps back and lets Michael enter the room.
“I’m going to assume by lost track of time you actually mean just didn’t go to sleep and are now on the other end of exhaustion,” Michael says, Alex pushes the door shut behind him and they stand there awkwardly.
Michael looking at him, Alex looking at anything but Michael.
He doesn’t jump, but it’s a near thing when Michael steps closer. Cups his face in his hands and tilts his head up, running a thumb over what Alex is assuming are bags under his eyes.
“Alright,” Michael says quietly, “you go shower, wake up a little bit, I’ll go get us something to eat and like eight gallons of coffee and then you can tell me about the rabbit hole you fell into online.”
Alex just blinks at him, shakes his head a bit. Michael smile gently at him, hands still cupping his face.
He’s still touching him, Alex doesn’t know if it’s the exhaustion or… he just doesn’t understand, Michael is supposed to be with Maria. He did everything he did, he did that so Michael could be happy and Maria could be happy and neither one of them would have to worry about how their being happy was affecting him.
“You trust me with your keycard or do you want me to just knock when I get back?” Michael asks, there’s just a hint of a smirking tilt to his lips.
Alex lets a little sigh, nods in the direction of the bedside table where he’d dropped his wallet and keycard when he’d gotten back the night before.
“I trust you,” he says and Michael beams at him, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones and there’s a brief moment where Alex is sure that Michael… this Michael who doesn’t even know him is going to kiss him.
He doesn’t, his eyes soften and he steps away letting his hands fall to his side and turning to snatch up the keycard.
“Shower,” Michael says pointedly before the door is closing with a quiet click behind him.
Alex stands there for long minutes, wondering what the hell just happened.
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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 16/?
There’s a large crate in the middle of their living room when Nora comes back from checking on the other house and it’s occupants.
Jenna and Mimi still sleep peacefully away waiting their time to wake; Alex’s pod has not returned to it’s empty space. Nora is fearful that the continued silence from Tripp and Alex means that it won’t return as they’re hoping it will.
“What on earth,” she says and Louise just turns to her, she’s got what appears to be a letter in her hands. Nora can’t decide what Louise’s expression actually is.
“It’s from Tripp,” she says and Nora just stares at her. “He’s… they’ve sent us a pod… not Alex’s,” she rushes to reassure her like she can sense Nora’s immediate distress, “another pod, a different one for one of us…”
Louise stares down at the papers in her hand, and Nora knows that Louise intends for her to be the one to take the pod, is likely already attempting to figure out where to place it.
Nora steps closer, the letter is definitely from Tripp, she recognizes the slant of his writing.
“There’s also apparently some changes we need to make to Jenna and Mimi’s pods,” Louise says, “he’s very specific instructions on what and how to do it.”
Which is likely a good thing since neither she nor or Louise has any real knowledge of how the innerworkings of how the pods actually work. They know how to use them, but not how to do anything other than the basics.
“He’s not coming back, is he?” she asks and she wraps her arms around himself. Louise doesn’t respond, Nora doesn’t really need to.
Tripp isn’t coming back to Roswell, not until he and Alex have completed whatever mission Alex has set forth for them.
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His mom already has a cup of coffee in hand sitting at the kitchen table when Michael makes it into the kitchen, he’s showered and is trying to not leave the house any sooner that he needs to in order to make it to Alex’s hotel.
“I left you coffee,” she says and he shakes his head.
“Meeting Alex for breakfast,” he says, he doesn’t beam at her though that doesn’t stop her from smiling knowingly back at him and tugging him down to press a kiss to his cheek as he goes to walk past her. “Don’t think you can distract me from the lump on the couch when I got back last night.”
“Tripp had a bit too much wine last night,” she says, smirks really.
“What she means is she got me drunk on wine to ask questions that I would have answered without the wine,” Tripp says from the doorway, he looks rough and faintly disapproving. He shares a lot of similar features with Alex now that Michael can really see him close up instead of from a parked car down the street.
He drags a hand through his hair, leaving half of it standing on end and Michael rolls his eyes at the fond expression on his mom’s face.
“If you’re not having it can I have coffee?” he asks and Michael pulls down a mug while his mom pats Tripp’s hand gently.
He sets it black in front of Tripp and the man just stares at it, he actually looks like he might fall asleep right on top of it.
“There was a thing that happened at the Pony last night,” Michael says, he’s sure Alex didn’t sleep a wink once Michael dropped him off, probably Jenna didn’t either. Both digging into a past that seems to indicate that they might have known each other.
“Isobel will lose her mind of Max and Kyle decide to…” his mom starts and Michael waves a hand at her.
“They’re fine,” he says, “Kyle apparently realized that he knew Alex from somewhere, come to find out that friend Jenna was calling to come in and decipher the computer language stuff that we couldn’t make heads or tails of was Alex.”
She blinks at him, the only way he can really tell that she wasn’t expecting him to say something like that is the tilt of her head and the pressure on his mind that indicates she’s preparing to go in and see what happened for herself.
“They got simultaneous nose bleeds pretty much the minute the whole table figured out that Alex was the guy Jenna was bringing in…”
“Okay,” his mom says, a glance over at Tripp shows he’s pulled his mug close to him and is resting his head on the other hand.
“Alex okay?” he asks and Michael nods.
“He was fine when I dropped him off, probably didn’t sleep and spent the rest of the night doing searches on himself.”
“If they’re okay, why…?” his mom starts.
“Popular theory in the group text is recovered memory? Which means Isobel went digging around in someone’s mind, probably Jenna’s while she was sleeping since Alex’s is locked up like he’s hiding nuclear codes or something. Not really sure how they would be recovering memories though, since technically they’re not the Jenna and Alex that went missing from here, right? So there shouldn’t be anything to recover?”
His mom shrugs and Tripp sips from his coffee cup.
“Something like this has never happened before, honestly before Alex, Jenna and Mimi showed up I would have said our technology couldn’t do that,” she says, “and even all these years later we still don’t know how whoever was responsible for sending them to the past managed to do it.”
“Abraham has some theories,” Tripp says into his cup and Michael looks over at him.
“Theories?” he asks when Tripp doesn’t say anything else.
“Theories, nothing he could ever recreate in controlled or uncontrolled circumstances,” he shrugs and sighs heavily. “He took a lot of very detailed notes that I can understand maybe one word in ten, but in the end he thought it was simply those three being in the exact wrong place at exactly the right time that allowed it to happen, and that with the fact that the technology was destroyed that it couldn’t happen again.”
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“You’re going to be late,” Max says as the doorbell rings and he goes to see which of his family members has decided to visit at 9 am on a Sunday morning.
They’d still be lazing around in bed on a normal Sunday, if Kyle hadn’t somehow got roped into meeting up with Rosa, everyone in their friend group is aware of this.
Except for somehow Jenna has forgotten this fact, as she’s standing there, looking marginally better than she had the night before when they’d dropped her off at home.
“You look better,” he says as he holds the door open for her.
“So far no spontaneous nose bleeds so far this morning so…” she waves her crossed fingers in front of his face. If it had been any other night Kyle would likely have insisted on dragging her home with them so he could keep an eye on her, he’d been trying to subtly get Liz to stay with her but Liz either had forgotten how to read Kyle’s unspoken cues or chose to ignore him.
Max thinks he can, with confidence, say that Liz was ignoring him.
“Hey Jenna… I’m going to be late,” Kyle mutters as he brushes past him, Max grabs his hand and pulls him close for a quick press of their lips.
“Remember what we talked about,” Max says and Kyle rolls his eyes at him and kisses him again.
“I’m not going to let Rosa talk me into anything, we talked about this,” Kyle says, he drags his hand across Max’s head, tugging at his hair gently. Kisses him one more time and is out the door.
“I’m so getting married on the playground,” he says; Rosa and Kyle may still be trying to navigate how to be half siblings but if Rosa asked him for that Kyle would do everything in his power to give it to her.
Jenna laughs at him, it sounds almost normal.
“If Kyle wanted it you would do it happily, because you’re that much of a sucker for him,” she says and he shrugs, because she’s right but he’s not admitting it.
“At least the tuxes that Isobel is pushing for would look at out of place,” he says and he closes the door and leads the way to the kitchen.
The coffee is still half full and he pours two cups, holding one out to Jenna to take as she walks past him to the table.
“I figured you’d still be sleeping,” he says and Jenna sighs.
“That would have to mean that I slept and honestly, sleeping wasn’t happening last night,” she says and he quirks an eyebrow at her that she doesn’t see since she’s staring into her coffee cup, left hand tapping an absentminded rhythm against the table top.
“You want to tell me about it?” he asks gently, he tries to keep his voice as calm as he can; but he doesn’t actually recall ever seeing Jenna out of sorts like this and he wishes Kyle with his calm and soothing doctor voice was still there.
He wishes his mom was there, she’d know exactly what to say.
She doesn’t respond, just stares at the cup even though Max thinks that she isn’t seeing it.
“Jenna?”
“I’m not crazy,” she says, she reaches down to the floor where she’d dropped her bag and pulls out her journal, it’s the first time he thinks he’s seen it in her possession since they found her and Mimi. She lays it on the table, folds her hands across the top of it. “I think I need to talk to your mom,” she says finally.
He nods, even though he doesn’t really understand what’s happening.
“Sure,” he says, he pats at his pockets and realizes that he probably left his phone in the bedroom on the charger, inwardly he cringes at the amount of text messages that he’s likely missed so far today.
“I’m not crazy,” she says softly, it sounds like she’s trying to convince herself of that fact and he reaches out to squeeze her hand.
“You know it’s okay, right?” he says and she nods.
“I remembered something last night,” she says, “Something that I thought I could say with confidence didn’t happen but…”
He blinks at her and doesn’t say anything more, she doesn’t need the prompting though.
“And it’s probably the same thing that Alex remembered even though he wouldn’t confirm it, just said he needed to do some research and probably disappeared into the internet searching for himself while I was searching my house and finding photo albums filled with pictures I don’t remember taking and people I don’t remember knowing as a child.”
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He’s startled when he hears the knock on his door, blinks at his laptop screen which has way too many open tabs and the empty bottles of water off to the side of it.
He glances over at the window but he’d drawn the curtains when Michael had dropped him off the night before and he can’t tell if the sun is up or if it’s still dark.
A glance back down at his laptop shows it’s just hit 9 am. Which means the tapping is Michael and he sits silently for a second.
He hasn’t even showered or gotten dressed for the day; the only thing he’d done the night before when he’d got back was change into shorts and a t-shirt, remove the prosthetic and take his pills.
He hasn’t slept, he doesn’t know if he’s prepared to deal with a Michael that smiles as freely as this one does without a shower, clean clothes and his prosthetic.
The next set of taps is more insistent and he thinks he might only have minutes before Michael just breaks down the door, or uses his telekinesis to open it for him.
“I’m coming,” he calls out softly and he pushes away from the table, grabs his crutches and makes his way to the door.
Michael blinks at him when he opens it, eyes scanning down then back up his body, brow furrowing slightly as he glances down at the phone in his hand to check the time.
“It’s me, I lost track of time,” Alex mutters as he steps back and lets Michael enter the room.
“I’m going to assume by lost track of time you actually mean just didn’t go to sleep and are now on the other end of exhaustion,” Michael says, Alex pushes the door shut behind him and they stand there awkwardly.
Michael looking at him, Alex looking at anything but Michael.
He doesn’t jump, but it’s a near thing when Michael steps closer. Cups his face in his hands and tilts his head up, running a thumb over what Alex is assuming are bags under his eyes.
“Alright,” Michael says quietly, “you go shower, wake up a little bit, I’ll go get us something to eat and like eight gallons of coffee and then you can tell me about the rabbit hole you fell into online.”
Alex just blinks at him, shakes his head a bit. Michael smile gently at him, hands still cupping his face.
He’s still touching him, Alex doesn’t know if it’s the exhaustion or… he just doesn’t understand, Michael is supposed to be with Maria. He did everything he did, he did that so Michael could be happy and Maria could be happy and neither one of them would have to worry about how their being happy was affecting him.
“You trust me with your keycard or do you want me to just knock when I get back?” Michael asks, there’s just a hint of a smirking tilt to his lips.
Alex lets a little sigh, nods in the direction of the bedside table where he’d dropped his wallet and keycard when he’d gotten back the night before.
“I trust you,” he says and Michael beams at him, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones and there’s a brief moment where Alex is sure that Michael… this Michael who doesn’t even know him is going to kiss him.
He doesn’t, his eyes soften and he steps away letting his hands fall to his side and turning to snatch up the keycard.
“Shower,” Michael says pointedly before the door is closing with a quiet click behind him.
Alex stands there for long minutes, wondering what the hell just happened.
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