FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Lost to Time 20/20
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 20/20
”I know a guy,” Jenna says and the whole room turns to look at her. “I could send him a bit of the code and see if it’s something that he can… you know, do something with.”
“I don’t know,” Isobel murmurs, “bringing someone new in seems really dangerous right now.”
“We don’t even know what it’s saying or trying to tell us,” Max says to her, “and it doesn’t matter how many times Michael and Liz look at it, they’re not going to spontaneously be able to figure it out.”
“If we just…” Liz starts and Max shakes his head though he at least looks apologetic about it.
“I’m not saying that if we didn’t have a lot more time that the two of you couldn’t manage to wrangle a computer science degree together between the two of you, but honestly the amount of noise that things making I don’t think we have that kind of time.”
“Knew one of us should have taken those computer classes,” Michael mutters and Liz lets out a loud sigh from where she’s sitting on the other side of Rosa.
“It would have been a race to see which of us could have had a nervous breakdown first.”
“You trust this guy?” Kyle is asking when Michael turns his attention back to the conversation at hand.
He’s got multiple projects he’s supposed to be working on that have been pushed to the sidelines by this mystery computer that mom found buried in Aunt Louise’s stuff. They don’t even know why she was out there digging through things; Michael is sure she was looking for something specific but nothing that she’s been willing to share with them.
“I trust him with my actual life,” Jenna says.
“You don’t tell him,” Isobel leans forward in her chair. “You can send him some of the code, but nothing about the alien stuff, just…”
“Something weird I stumbled over?” Jenna asks with a raised eyebrow that looks extremely judgmental. “He’s a smart guy, maybe not science twin smart like those two,” she waves a hand in his and Liz’s direction, “but smart enough that he’s going to be able to figure out there’s something off about it.”
“And we’ll deal with that if it happens, but it’s not something we’re disclosing to some random guy that none of us know,” Isobel says firmly.
Michael glances over at Max who looks like he wants to say something but also doesn’t want Isobel to think he doesn’t support her.
“I’m not going to put any of you at risk,” Jenna says, “I trust him, he’s been one of my best friends since we were kids.”
“Jenna…” Max starts, “just don’t tell him, if he starts asking questions then we’ll re-evaluate as a group. But for now, Isobel is right, we’re not bringing anyone else in on this. Not right now.”
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Their third date, because Alex doesn’t really have the energy to argue about date semantics is sprung on him with just shy of two hours to get ready.
He’s not sure what he was expecting; dinner and a movie, maybe a car ride to a neighboring town that has more going for it then Roswell.
He was not expecting Michael to pull up in front of the alien museum that looks much the same as the last time he saw it.
He’d think that maybe Maria said something, but this Maria doesn’t know about museum guy because it didn’t happen here.
“Really?” he manages when Michael turns off the car, flipping the key ring around his fingers.
“Not much else to do in Roswell, and I thought about taking you out of Roswell but then I was worried that they’d think I was kidnapping you for nefarious purposes so…” Michael shrugs and there’s an expression on his face that Alex doesn’t think he’s ever seen, but the line between his eyes is familiar and he barely manages to squash the urge to trace his fingers along it.
“Is called in a favor and got the keys for me, so we didn’t have to worry about stumbling over the tourists and I thought we could poke fun at what they got wrong,” Michael says and he looks so earnest and sincere, a far cry from the guarded and always angry Michael that Alex is familiar with, that Alex finds himself smiling at him.
Michael is smiling when he bounces out of the car, Alex has just reached for the door handle before Michael is already there opening it for him. Offering his hand to help him step onto the curb, then he doesn’t let go, just links their fingers loosely together as he walks them toward the museum.
He fumbles with the key in his left hand so he doesn’t have to let go of Alex’s, and grins at him when the door lock pops open and he pushes the door open.
He latches the door locked when they’re in.
It’s dimly lit with the exception of the displays, but it looks very much the same as what he remembers. He hasn’t been in the museum since the summer he left for basic. He never visited it once he was home for good, and he knew it’d been shut down for a long time for renovations, he’d never gotten up the nerve to actually go see what they’d done.
He was sure he’d go and see the ghosts of him and Michael there, that first tentative wonder-filled kiss on what ended up being that that awful fucking day.
“They did a whole bunch of updates last year,” Michael says as they’re wandering through, Alex can see all the places where things are different, missing because of what he, Tripp and Abraham had done. Because of the things that all of them; Nora, Louise, Jenna, Mimi, Tripp and himself had cleaned up and hidden away.
There’s no alien dissection being depicted because any evidence that one had occurred had been destroyed.
“It’s…” Alex isn’t sure what to say, he certainly doesn’t want to tell Michael all the things that are different. The museum is filled with fragments of the horror that it was, now it’s almost a children’s story.
“Is it a lot different? Liz and Isobel have been pushing Jenna since her and Aunt Mimi woke up and we realized that they were remembering things differently than we were, but besides the lack of you growing up here Jenna wouldn’t say,” Michael asks.
“Are you happy?” Alex asks softly and Michael just blinks at him, their fingers are still linked together and Michael’s thumb is rubbing gently across the back of his hand.
“Yeah,” he says warily, like Alex is testing him and he’s sure he’s going to fail.
“Then what we did,” Alex says, “it was worth it, if I had to do it all over again, I would. This was what I wanted, I wanted you to have a family that loved, I wanted you to be happy. I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“I would never ask that of you,” Michael says, he’s squeezing his hand tightly, “sacrificing yourself for me to be happy was just… I wouldn’t…”
“The things that are different here, they don’t matter, not anymore. They didn’t happen and it was a wrong done to you and your people that wasn’t deserved. If I had to do it over again, I would do the same exact thing.”
Michael just stares at him, hand still clenching his tightly, before he lets his hand go. Instead reaching up to cup Alex’s face in his hands.
It’s like the strangest form of déjà vu, Michael stares at him and Alex feels like he’s seventeen again, so sure that Michael is looking directly into his mind. Not caring at all.
When Michael leans forward it’s just a gentle press of their lips together, Michael’s hands warm on his skin, Alex letting his hands rest against Michael’s hips and resisting the urge to tug him closer.
There’ll be time.
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“You’ve done good,” Abraham says, they’re standing a distance away, no one can hear, Nora still checks to make sure that there isn’t anyone within earshot.
“I’m not going to lie, there was a short time when I thought I was going to screw it all up,” screw him up is what she means, she doesn’t have to verbalize it. Abraham knows what she means.
She’d thought him already lost when the children had been woken, when she couldn’t get him to respond. When he would flinch away and not say a word, and would not sleep at all, just scrawling endlessly across the walls.
She’d damned Louise for sending her for him when it had seemed so readily apparent that the boy’s mind had already been broken, it had been desperation that led her to pull out that worn list of names Alex had tucked into her hand before he’d gone into his pod.
Jim Valenti was at the very top of the list.
So she’d called Jim Valenti and to this day she’s not sure why, it’s not like she could tell him anything.
And when she thinks back on it, she tries to convince herself it was only the fact that she needed an adult to talk to, she’s slightly shamed sometimes that it was more likely that she’d planned to try and pressure him to take the boy and let someone else deal with him.
She hadn’t expected him to bring his son, she had not expected a little seven-year-old Kyle Valenti to be the one that would be able to reach him.
He’d colored with Kyle, Michael and Isobel that day as Jim and she had watched from the door and she’d tried to not sob with relief.
That night he’d climbed into the bed beside Michael’s and slept the entire night through and when she got up in the morning the two boys were already sitting in the middle of the floor of their room, paper strewn out before them and they were drawing.
When she’d called them out for breakfast Max had shyly presented her with a drawing and she smoothed her hands across it, swallowing past the thick lump in her throat as Michael hovered by his side.
“It’s for the…” Michael had nodded at the refrigerator when Max didn’t say anything. “Kyle said you could hang it,” he’d said tentatively and she’d smiled at them, smiled at Isobel already sitting in her spot at the table looking put out that they’d colored without her.
She thinks watching them now, standing near the spot by the slide where Rosa had hosted an impromptu ceremony when they were eleven and where she’ll do another now that they’re legally able… that the boy she thought lost was just actually waiting to be found.
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“This has got to the strangest thing I think I’ve ever seen,” Alex mutters and Jenna elbows him in the side.
It’s surreal, standing here on the playground that he remembers playing on as a child and watching as Rosa, who apparently has somehow obtained the ability to legally marry Max and Kyle after playground marrying them when they were kids.
“It does take some getting used to,” Jenna murmurs out of the side of her mouth.
Alex has never actually seen that look of complete adoration on Max or Kyle’s faces unless it had been directed towards Liz, it’s going to take some getting used to seeing it not aimed in that direction. And Liz being completely okay with it, she’s got her boyfriend maybe fiancé with her, Alex remembers her talking about Diego as a thing of her past. Here he’s obviously not a part of her past, he definitely seems to be part of her future.
He makes a mental note to get a last name from someone so he can run a discreet background check on him. Anyone can seem like a nice enough guy until you find eighteen skeletons in their basement and you’re attacked with a switchblade.
“Do we need to do anything?” he asks.
“You ask this like I was involved in the planning, I think if we were required to do something Isobel or Rosa would have made sure we got a copy of the script,” Jenna shrugs.
“There’s a script?” He wouldn’t be surprised if there was, it definitely feels like an Isobel super planner would do.
“Not with lines, but definitely a timeline of 10:15 this, 10:46 that, 11:30 is the hard start, I think,” Jenna starts to say before Isobel claps her hands which is some sort of invisible signal to those that got a copy of the script. Alex chances a look at his wrist and it’s 11:30 on the dot.
It’s a small gathering, just Max and Kyle’s immediate family and friends, so there’s only about ten of them that sort of straggle along behind those that know what that signal means.
It’s a short ceremony, Isobel doesn’t say anything before stepping back to stand to Max’s right, Michael shifting to stand to Kyle’s left.
“Dearly beloved,” Rosa starts and her voice is firm and clear, she’s got a small smile on her face as she speaks.
There’s nothing fancy, Alex figured Isobel would sneak something in there make them write their own vows or something elaborate.
“I Max, take thee Kyle…” instead there’s Max’s voice shaking with emotion, he’s gripping at Kyle’s fingers and the rest of them might as well not even be there with the way they’re staring at each other.
“I Kyle, take thee Max…” Kyle’s voice is no better, though it’s shaking less then Max’s and there’s a shining to his eyes Alex knows from years of being his friend that means he’s blinking back tears.
He doesn’t know them, not like he could claim before everything happened, but he’s feeling absolute joy for them and now he wants nothing more than for Michael to tell him the love story of Max and Kyle so he can understand how they got to this point.
“With this ring…” even where they’re standing back a distance from the group he can see that Max’s hand is trembling slightly though he doesn’t hesitate once or break eye contact with Kyle.
“With this ring…” he can hear the smile in Kyle’s voice, can see the way Max’s lips are curving up as Kyle speaks.
When the ring is completely on his finger, their hands fold together.
Alex wants that, wants the way that they’re staring at each other with bright eyes and gentle smiles and he chances a look at Michael only to find him looking back at him with a soft expression on his face.
“I wonder if it’ll be you getting married next or if Tripp and Nora are going to beat you,” Jenna muses, Alex doesn’t answer only because he and Michael still need to kind of get to know each other and Tripp and Nora have been moving in that direction for a hell of a lot longer so it’s going to be a toss-up.
“With the exchanging of rings and vows I now pronounce you married, finally, you may…” Max doesn’t wait for Rosa to finish just tugs Kyle towards him by his hands and kisses him. One hand going to press to the back of his head, the other to rest on his lower back. Kyle’s arms wrap around him tightly.
“Alright guys, we’re on a playground, there could be kids at any minute,” Michael says, pushing a hand at Kyle’s back.
“I now present to you Mr. & Mr. Evans-Valenti or Valenti-Evans I don’t think they’ve decided yet,” Rosa finishes as Max loops an arm around Kyle.
They’re both incandescent, it’s actually kind of nauseating and he doesn’t know what it says about him that he wants that in the worst possible way.
“So what do you think?” Jenna asks softly.
“I think in the grand scheme of thing we didn’t manage to fuck things up completely beyond repair,” Alex says.
This is the future that Alex bet his life on; regardless of how it’s changed, now they just have to live in it.
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 20/20
”I know a guy,” Jenna says and the whole room turns to look at her. “I could send him a bit of the code and see if it’s something that he can… you know, do something with.”
“I don’t know,” Isobel murmurs, “bringing someone new in seems really dangerous right now.”
“We don’t even know what it’s saying or trying to tell us,” Max says to her, “and it doesn’t matter how many times Michael and Liz look at it, they’re not going to spontaneously be able to figure it out.”
“If we just…” Liz starts and Max shakes his head though he at least looks apologetic about it.
“I’m not saying that if we didn’t have a lot more time that the two of you couldn’t manage to wrangle a computer science degree together between the two of you, but honestly the amount of noise that things making I don’t think we have that kind of time.”
“Knew one of us should have taken those computer classes,” Michael mutters and Liz lets out a loud sigh from where she’s sitting on the other side of Rosa.
“It would have been a race to see which of us could have had a nervous breakdown first.”
“You trust this guy?” Kyle is asking when Michael turns his attention back to the conversation at hand.
He’s got multiple projects he’s supposed to be working on that have been pushed to the sidelines by this mystery computer that mom found buried in Aunt Louise’s stuff. They don’t even know why she was out there digging through things; Michael is sure she was looking for something specific but nothing that she’s been willing to share with them.
“I trust him with my actual life,” Jenna says.
“You don’t tell him,” Isobel leans forward in her chair. “You can send him some of the code, but nothing about the alien stuff, just…”
“Something weird I stumbled over?” Jenna asks with a raised eyebrow that looks extremely judgmental. “He’s a smart guy, maybe not science twin smart like those two,” she waves a hand in his and Liz’s direction, “but smart enough that he’s going to be able to figure out there’s something off about it.”
“And we’ll deal with that if it happens, but it’s not something we’re disclosing to some random guy that none of us know,” Isobel says firmly.
Michael glances over at Max who looks like he wants to say something but also doesn’t want Isobel to think he doesn’t support her.
“I’m not going to put any of you at risk,” Jenna says, “I trust him, he’s been one of my best friends since we were kids.”
“Jenna…” Max starts, “just don’t tell him, if he starts asking questions then we’ll re-evaluate as a group. But for now, Isobel is right, we’re not bringing anyone else in on this. Not right now.”
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Their third date, because Alex doesn’t really have the energy to argue about date semantics is sprung on him with just shy of two hours to get ready.
He’s not sure what he was expecting; dinner and a movie, maybe a car ride to a neighboring town that has more going for it then Roswell.
He was not expecting Michael to pull up in front of the alien museum that looks much the same as the last time he saw it.
He’d think that maybe Maria said something, but this Maria doesn’t know about museum guy because it didn’t happen here.
“Really?” he manages when Michael turns off the car, flipping the key ring around his fingers.
“Not much else to do in Roswell, and I thought about taking you out of Roswell but then I was worried that they’d think I was kidnapping you for nefarious purposes so…” Michael shrugs and there’s an expression on his face that Alex doesn’t think he’s ever seen, but the line between his eyes is familiar and he barely manages to squash the urge to trace his fingers along it.
“Is called in a favor and got the keys for me, so we didn’t have to worry about stumbling over the tourists and I thought we could poke fun at what they got wrong,” Michael says and he looks so earnest and sincere, a far cry from the guarded and always angry Michael that Alex is familiar with, that Alex finds himself smiling at him.
Michael is smiling when he bounces out of the car, Alex has just reached for the door handle before Michael is already there opening it for him. Offering his hand to help him step onto the curb, then he doesn’t let go, just links their fingers loosely together as he walks them toward the museum.
He fumbles with the key in his left hand so he doesn’t have to let go of Alex’s, and grins at him when the door lock pops open and he pushes the door open.
He latches the door locked when they’re in.
It’s dimly lit with the exception of the displays, but it looks very much the same as what he remembers. He hasn’t been in the museum since the summer he left for basic. He never visited it once he was home for good, and he knew it’d been shut down for a long time for renovations, he’d never gotten up the nerve to actually go see what they’d done.
He was sure he’d go and see the ghosts of him and Michael there, that first tentative wonder-filled kiss on what ended up being that that awful fucking day.
“They did a whole bunch of updates last year,” Michael says as they’re wandering through, Alex can see all the places where things are different, missing because of what he, Tripp and Abraham had done. Because of the things that all of them; Nora, Louise, Jenna, Mimi, Tripp and himself had cleaned up and hidden away.
There’s no alien dissection being depicted because any evidence that one had occurred had been destroyed.
“It’s…” Alex isn’t sure what to say, he certainly doesn’t want to tell Michael all the things that are different. The museum is filled with fragments of the horror that it was, now it’s almost a children’s story.
“Is it a lot different? Liz and Isobel have been pushing Jenna since her and Aunt Mimi woke up and we realized that they were remembering things differently than we were, but besides the lack of you growing up here Jenna wouldn’t say,” Michael asks.
“Are you happy?” Alex asks softly and Michael just blinks at him, their fingers are still linked together and Michael’s thumb is rubbing gently across the back of his hand.
“Yeah,” he says warily, like Alex is testing him and he’s sure he’s going to fail.
“Then what we did,” Alex says, “it was worth it, if I had to do it all over again, I would. This was what I wanted, I wanted you to have a family that loved, I wanted you to be happy. I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“I would never ask that of you,” Michael says, he’s squeezing his hand tightly, “sacrificing yourself for me to be happy was just… I wouldn’t…”
“The things that are different here, they don’t matter, not anymore. They didn’t happen and it was a wrong done to you and your people that wasn’t deserved. If I had to do it over again, I would do the same exact thing.”
Michael just stares at him, hand still clenching his tightly, before he lets his hand go. Instead reaching up to cup Alex’s face in his hands.
It’s like the strangest form of déjà vu, Michael stares at him and Alex feels like he’s seventeen again, so sure that Michael is looking directly into his mind. Not caring at all.
When Michael leans forward it’s just a gentle press of their lips together, Michael’s hands warm on his skin, Alex letting his hands rest against Michael’s hips and resisting the urge to tug him closer.
There’ll be time.
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“You’ve done good,” Abraham says, they’re standing a distance away, no one can hear, Nora still checks to make sure that there isn’t anyone within earshot.
“I’m not going to lie, there was a short time when I thought I was going to screw it all up,” screw him up is what she means, she doesn’t have to verbalize it. Abraham knows what she means.
She’d thought him already lost when the children had been woken, when she couldn’t get him to respond. When he would flinch away and not say a word, and would not sleep at all, just scrawling endlessly across the walls.
She’d damned Louise for sending her for him when it had seemed so readily apparent that the boy’s mind had already been broken, it had been desperation that led her to pull out that worn list of names Alex had tucked into her hand before he’d gone into his pod.
Jim Valenti was at the very top of the list.
So she’d called Jim Valenti and to this day she’s not sure why, it’s not like she could tell him anything.
And when she thinks back on it, she tries to convince herself it was only the fact that she needed an adult to talk to, she’s slightly shamed sometimes that it was more likely that she’d planned to try and pressure him to take the boy and let someone else deal with him.
She hadn’t expected him to bring his son, she had not expected a little seven-year-old Kyle Valenti to be the one that would be able to reach him.
He’d colored with Kyle, Michael and Isobel that day as Jim and she had watched from the door and she’d tried to not sob with relief.
That night he’d climbed into the bed beside Michael’s and slept the entire night through and when she got up in the morning the two boys were already sitting in the middle of the floor of their room, paper strewn out before them and they were drawing.
When she’d called them out for breakfast Max had shyly presented her with a drawing and she smoothed her hands across it, swallowing past the thick lump in her throat as Michael hovered by his side.
“It’s for the…” Michael had nodded at the refrigerator when Max didn’t say anything. “Kyle said you could hang it,” he’d said tentatively and she’d smiled at them, smiled at Isobel already sitting in her spot at the table looking put out that they’d colored without her.
She thinks watching them now, standing near the spot by the slide where Rosa had hosted an impromptu ceremony when they were eleven and where she’ll do another now that they’re legally able… that the boy she thought lost was just actually waiting to be found.
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“This has got to the strangest thing I think I’ve ever seen,” Alex mutters and Jenna elbows him in the side.
It’s surreal, standing here on the playground that he remembers playing on as a child and watching as Rosa, who apparently has somehow obtained the ability to legally marry Max and Kyle after playground marrying them when they were kids.
“It does take some getting used to,” Jenna murmurs out of the side of her mouth.
Alex has never actually seen that look of complete adoration on Max or Kyle’s faces unless it had been directed towards Liz, it’s going to take some getting used to seeing it not aimed in that direction. And Liz being completely okay with it, she’s got her boyfriend maybe fiancé with her, Alex remembers her talking about Diego as a thing of her past. Here he’s obviously not a part of her past, he definitely seems to be part of her future.
He makes a mental note to get a last name from someone so he can run a discreet background check on him. Anyone can seem like a nice enough guy until you find eighteen skeletons in their basement and you’re attacked with a switchblade.
“Do we need to do anything?” he asks.
“You ask this like I was involved in the planning, I think if we were required to do something Isobel or Rosa would have made sure we got a copy of the script,” Jenna shrugs.
“There’s a script?” He wouldn’t be surprised if there was, it definitely feels like an Isobel super planner would do.
“Not with lines, but definitely a timeline of 10:15 this, 10:46 that, 11:30 is the hard start, I think,” Jenna starts to say before Isobel claps her hands which is some sort of invisible signal to those that got a copy of the script. Alex chances a look at his wrist and it’s 11:30 on the dot.
It’s a small gathering, just Max and Kyle’s immediate family and friends, so there’s only about ten of them that sort of straggle along behind those that know what that signal means.
It’s a short ceremony, Isobel doesn’t say anything before stepping back to stand to Max’s right, Michael shifting to stand to Kyle’s left.
“Dearly beloved,” Rosa starts and her voice is firm and clear, she’s got a small smile on her face as she speaks.
There’s nothing fancy, Alex figured Isobel would sneak something in there make them write their own vows or something elaborate.
“I Max, take thee Kyle…” instead there’s Max’s voice shaking with emotion, he’s gripping at Kyle’s fingers and the rest of them might as well not even be there with the way they’re staring at each other.
“I Kyle, take thee Max…” Kyle’s voice is no better, though it’s shaking less then Max’s and there’s a shining to his eyes Alex knows from years of being his friend that means he’s blinking back tears.
He doesn’t know them, not like he could claim before everything happened, but he’s feeling absolute joy for them and now he wants nothing more than for Michael to tell him the love story of Max and Kyle so he can understand how they got to this point.
“With this ring…” even where they’re standing back a distance from the group he can see that Max’s hand is trembling slightly though he doesn’t hesitate once or break eye contact with Kyle.
“With this ring…” he can hear the smile in Kyle’s voice, can see the way Max’s lips are curving up as Kyle speaks.
When the ring is completely on his finger, their hands fold together.
Alex wants that, wants the way that they’re staring at each other with bright eyes and gentle smiles and he chances a look at Michael only to find him looking back at him with a soft expression on his face.
“I wonder if it’ll be you getting married next or if Tripp and Nora are going to beat you,” Jenna muses, Alex doesn’t answer only because he and Michael still need to kind of get to know each other and Tripp and Nora have been moving in that direction for a hell of a lot longer so it’s going to be a toss-up.
“With the exchanging of rings and vows I now pronounce you married, finally, you may…” Max doesn’t wait for Rosa to finish just tugs Kyle towards him by his hands and kisses him. One hand going to press to the back of his head, the other to rest on his lower back. Kyle’s arms wrap around him tightly.
“Alright guys, we’re on a playground, there could be kids at any minute,” Michael says, pushing a hand at Kyle’s back.
“I now present to you Mr. & Mr. Evans-Valenti or Valenti-Evans I don’t think they’ve decided yet,” Rosa finishes as Max loops an arm around Kyle.
They’re both incandescent, it’s actually kind of nauseating and he doesn’t know what it says about him that he wants that in the worst possible way.
“So what do you think?” Jenna asks softly.
“I think in the grand scheme of thing we didn’t manage to fuck things up completely beyond repair,” Alex says.
This is the future that Alex bet his life on; regardless of how it’s changed, now they just have to live in it.