FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Someone Else's Love Story 2/?
Summary: This can’t be their love story, because love stories don’t start with two guys just helping each other out and both in love with the same woman.
TITLE: Legacies
RATING: R (for language)
CHARACTERS: Kyle Valenti, Max Evans, Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Isobel Evans, Liz Ortecho, Rosa Ortecho, Maria DeLucca, OC’s
PAIRING: Kyle Valenti/Max Evans; Alex Manes/Michael Guerin
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: This can’t be their love story, because love stories don’t start with two guys just helping each other out and both in love with the same woman.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Someone Else’s Love Story 2/?
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me as soon as…” Isobel is muttering when they make the short walk from her car to Max’s house.
She’s already spent two long minutes standing in Max’s driveway, glaring at Kyle’s car parked in what she considers her spot at Max’s. Evidence that whatever else is going on; Kyle has at least stayed the night even if she thinks every single other word about why that would be the case has been an outright lie.
Michael himself is just hoping that they’re not going to bust in Max and Kyle in the kitchen doing things he doesn’t want to see.
That he’s trying really hard to not think about to be honest. Though to be fair to Kyle, Michael didn’t want to know or hear about Max having sex with Liz either, or whatever that random thing he had going with Cameron.
“Would you have even believed me?” Michael asks and Isobel shoots him a look that promise retribution, he thinks that aside from Max not telling her himself, the fact that Maria had seemingly knew before her has got her hackles really far up.
“I would have thought he was having a breakdown of some sort and we would have talked about having him committed,” Isobel says, they’re standing right outside Max’s closed front door. On a normal day, Max would be expecting them and the door would be unlocked.
Or Isobel would pull out her key, Michael has a key too but it’s on the keyring that’s back in his truck.
Max isn’t expecting them though and Isobel is staring at the doorknob like it’s insulted her, though maybe Max was expecting them to arrive at some point because he pulls open the door and stares at them.
“Really?” Isobel asks and Max just sighs and turns betrayed eyes on Michael.
“Hey, not my fault you didn’t tell her yourself,” Michael says, he puts a hand on Isobel’s back and pushes her inside.
Max is in a faded t-shirt, worn looking jeans and bare feet, Kyle is in the kitchen sitting casually at the table, hand wrapped around a coffee mug and blinking at them.
Max casually brushes past him, curling a hand across his forehead and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Michael doesn’t hear what Max says but Kyle in response to it.
They’re loose and familiar with each other, it twists something in Michael’s gut that he isn’t going to classify as jealousy.
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“So, two hours?” Kyle asks when he comes back down the hallway, he’s got keys in his hands and Max trails behind him looking disgruntled.
“That should be plenty long enough,” Isobel smiles brightly, Kyle doesn’t roll his eyes but Michael can tell he wants to.
“I don’t think…” Max starts and Kyle squeezes his hand as he passes but there’s not the lingering kiss that Isobel was probably expecting. They wait until they hear the front door slowly click shut before Max huffs out a loud sigh.
“He didn’t have to leave,” Isobel says and Max does roll his eyes at her as he sits back in the chair spaced an even distance between the two of them.
“He had some errands to run anyway,” Max grumbles, “we were just going to do them together, you know…”
“Give everyone something to talk about,” Michael drawls and there’s a quirk to Max’s lips that they haven’t seen in a while. Not since Liz up and blew out of town and broke his heart.
There’s some tiny part of him that has been worried about his brother that relaxes, even if there’s another tiny part of him that not real pleased about the fact that it’s Kyle Valenti that’s putting that smug relaxed look on his face.
“We need all the details,” Isobel says and Michael shakes his head firmly.
“No, we really don’t,” he says emphatically.
“Michael…”
“We’re dating,” Max says, looking between the two of them. He looks like he’s daring one of them to fight him on it, Michael’s not going to fight him. A Max happy and relaxed is a Max that’s not butting his noses into everyone else’s personal lives.
Which means that he can also stop getting into fake fights on the nights he’s working so that someone can keep an eye on him.
“What about Liz?” Isobel asks, which is the same question that Michael asked and never got an answer to. Just the prompt change of subject to something not centered on him.
“Liz left,” Max says, “Rosa and Maria both say she’s not coming back, not anytime soon anyway and I’m not going to just hang out and wait for her to decide I’m something she wants in her life again.”
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“Max and I are dating,” he announces, there’s silence on the other end of the phone. But honestly, he needs there to be at least one person that he tells himself.
His mom had already known, just like he thought she did and Jenna had kind of confirmed she did. She did try to look surprised but Kyle knows his mom.
“Is he aware that you’re dating?” Alex asks slowly, Kyle can hear muffled voices on the other end of the phone though they fade away until he hears the soft clicking of a door shutting on Alex’s end.
“Of course he knows we’re dating,” Kyle rolls his eyes, he rolls his neck and drops his keys into the cup holder between the seats.
“I thought you guys were just…” Alex trails off and even though Alex is states (maybe even countries away) Kyle knows that he’s wrinkling his nose and that he’s probably got a severe disapproving look on his face.
When Kyle had told him about the friends-with-benefits thing that he and Max had apparently fallen into, Alex had sounded just as disapproving when he told him that he gave them six months before they were either dating or killed each other.
“I told you…” Alex starts.
“Alex…”
“I told you that you weren’t built for that type of thing,” Alex continues, like Kyle hadn’t said anything. At least he hadn’t said ‘I told you so’, though he’s sure Alex is holding that in reserve for when they’re face to face again.
“And you are?” Kyle raises an eyebrow even though he knows Alex can’t see him, he’ll know he’s doing it.
“Forrest and I were dating,” Alex says slowly, “and Michael and I… well that was always complicated, but it certainly wasn’t anything close to that.”
“You talked to one of them recently?” Kyle asks.
“I left a message for Michael, told him I was coming back to Roswell; Max texts random things periodically, talk to Liz every couple of days, talked to Rosa Sunday… I think, maybe… she says things have been quiet,” Alex sighs and Kyle can imagine that in whatever little quiet area he’s managed to find for himself that he’s running a hand over his head and making a face. “It’s been not very quiet here,” he mutters.
“It has been quiet,” Kyle confirms, it’s not even the weird quiet that always seemed to fall right before everything falls to shit, it’s actually just quiet.
He doesn’t comment on the lack of conversation with Maria, he’s been able to figure out that things between Alex and Maria are still frosty. Whether that’s because of the Michael and Maria thing that isn’t any longer or something else he doesn’t know, he’s sure that when and if Alex is ready to share, he will. “When are you coming in?”
“Week or so, maybe longer, depends…” Alex lets out a breath. “A week or so, I’ll let you know a firm date when I get one.”
“I can go open some windows, make sure the internet and power is working in your place,” Kyle says.
“I got most of it turned it back on at the beginning of the month,” Alex says, “but you can check and see if I’m growing things in the refrigerator.”
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When Kyle hangs up Alex stands there for a minute, it’s quiet for now, but he can hear the quiet hum of activity on the other side of the closed door and he knows sooner rather than later someone will come looking for him to sign off on things.
Kyle and Max???? he taps off a text to Rosa, it would have been Maria, if the thing that happened over a year ago hadn’t happened.
omg did someone tlll you he gets back almost immediately, and his lips quirk up into a smile.
Kyle called
call me later, ill fill you in what i know
The tap on the door interrupts before he can send the thumb up emoji he was going to send off and Sergeant Barry Browerman ducks his head in with a wary expression on his face.
“Am I interrupting, sir?” he asks with an arched eyebrow and knowing eyes. Alex wonders how long he’s been standing on the other side of the door weighing when the appropriate time to knock would be.
“No, are we ready?” Alex asks, tucking his phone away.
“They’ve got just about everything crated up, but we’re ready to start printing off the bills of lading and Oversight says we need an officer to oversee that,” Browerman says, there’s not a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but Alex has known him long enough now that he can hear it regardless.
“They’ve made that much progress this morning?” Alex asks as they step out of his tiny office, he thinks it might have been a closet once and he thankfully doesn’t have to spend more than a few minutes a day in there.
He’s relieved that he’ll have a bigger one once they get set up at Holloman, if only because he can reach out both arms and not end up touching both walls.
“They move faster when people aren’t hovering,” Browerman says.
“It’s very expensive, important equipment,” Alex says, “some of it I’m personally responsible for.”
“Yes, sir, which is why we packed that up first.”
“And did they really think I was going to hide in the closet they decided was my office and twiddle my thumbs while they packed everything else up?”
“That was what the last guy did,” Browerman says, he scans his badge at the door, steps to the side and lets Alex scan his next.
“And that’s why the last guy isn’t here anymore.”
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Michael finally drags Isobel away and he resigns himself to 2 am texts lamenting the fact that she didn’t know and why he didn’t tell her.
He starts laundry, makes himself lunch, looks at the clock and wonders where the hell Kyle is.
Do I need to send someone to do a welfare check? he texts and goes about drying off the dishes and putting everything away.
His phone buzzes on the counter and he grins at Kyle’s name on the screen, puts it on speaker because he’s alone and can.
“You coming back here?” he asks, even though his charger is still plugged in and his bag is still on the floor on his side of the bed.
“We have to have dinner with mom on Sunday,” Kyle says, it sounds like he’s in his car driving.
“Can I request that she leave all her weapons at work?”
Kyle laughs at him.
“I’m going to stop at the store, pick up some steaks and stuff, are we feeding more than two people?” Kyle asks.
“Michael and Isobel have left, though remind me to put my phone on silent tonight so she doesn’t blow it up at 2 am,” Max says, wiping down the counter and straightening the little trivet tray that sits on the middle of the stove.
“You need anything while I’m there?”
Max thinks, glances over at the refrigerator where he would have normally jotted down his list of meal plans for the week. He’s been busy so the list is the previous weeks.
“Maybe chicken? We can do wraps or something? And I think we need more eggs.”
“Chicken breast and eggs, if we’re doing wraps we need the actual shells and probably lettuce,” Kyle muses, through the car phone speaker Max can hear the ticking of his turning signal. “All right, I’ll see you in a bit.”
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TITLE: Legacies
RATING: R (for language)
CHARACTERS: Kyle Valenti, Max Evans, Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Isobel Evans, Liz Ortecho, Rosa Ortecho, Maria DeLucca, OC’s
PAIRING: Kyle Valenti/Max Evans; Alex Manes/Michael Guerin
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: This can’t be their love story, because love stories don’t start with two guys just helping each other out and both in love with the same woman.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Someone Else’s Love Story 2/?
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me as soon as…” Isobel is muttering when they make the short walk from her car to Max’s house.
She’s already spent two long minutes standing in Max’s driveway, glaring at Kyle’s car parked in what she considers her spot at Max’s. Evidence that whatever else is going on; Kyle has at least stayed the night even if she thinks every single other word about why that would be the case has been an outright lie.
Michael himself is just hoping that they’re not going to bust in Max and Kyle in the kitchen doing things he doesn’t want to see.
That he’s trying really hard to not think about to be honest. Though to be fair to Kyle, Michael didn’t want to know or hear about Max having sex with Liz either, or whatever that random thing he had going with Cameron.
“Would you have even believed me?” Michael asks and Isobel shoots him a look that promise retribution, he thinks that aside from Max not telling her himself, the fact that Maria had seemingly knew before her has got her hackles really far up.
“I would have thought he was having a breakdown of some sort and we would have talked about having him committed,” Isobel says, they’re standing right outside Max’s closed front door. On a normal day, Max would be expecting them and the door would be unlocked.
Or Isobel would pull out her key, Michael has a key too but it’s on the keyring that’s back in his truck.
Max isn’t expecting them though and Isobel is staring at the doorknob like it’s insulted her, though maybe Max was expecting them to arrive at some point because he pulls open the door and stares at them.
“Really?” Isobel asks and Max just sighs and turns betrayed eyes on Michael.
“Hey, not my fault you didn’t tell her yourself,” Michael says, he puts a hand on Isobel’s back and pushes her inside.
Max is in a faded t-shirt, worn looking jeans and bare feet, Kyle is in the kitchen sitting casually at the table, hand wrapped around a coffee mug and blinking at them.
Max casually brushes past him, curling a hand across his forehead and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Michael doesn’t hear what Max says but Kyle in response to it.
They’re loose and familiar with each other, it twists something in Michael’s gut that he isn’t going to classify as jealousy.
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“So, two hours?” Kyle asks when he comes back down the hallway, he’s got keys in his hands and Max trails behind him looking disgruntled.
“That should be plenty long enough,” Isobel smiles brightly, Kyle doesn’t roll his eyes but Michael can tell he wants to.
“I don’t think…” Max starts and Kyle squeezes his hand as he passes but there’s not the lingering kiss that Isobel was probably expecting. They wait until they hear the front door slowly click shut before Max huffs out a loud sigh.
“He didn’t have to leave,” Isobel says and Max does roll his eyes at her as he sits back in the chair spaced an even distance between the two of them.
“He had some errands to run anyway,” Max grumbles, “we were just going to do them together, you know…”
“Give everyone something to talk about,” Michael drawls and there’s a quirk to Max’s lips that they haven’t seen in a while. Not since Liz up and blew out of town and broke his heart.
There’s some tiny part of him that has been worried about his brother that relaxes, even if there’s another tiny part of him that not real pleased about the fact that it’s Kyle Valenti that’s putting that smug relaxed look on his face.
“We need all the details,” Isobel says and Michael shakes his head firmly.
“No, we really don’t,” he says emphatically.
“Michael…”
“We’re dating,” Max says, looking between the two of them. He looks like he’s daring one of them to fight him on it, Michael’s not going to fight him. A Max happy and relaxed is a Max that’s not butting his noses into everyone else’s personal lives.
Which means that he can also stop getting into fake fights on the nights he’s working so that someone can keep an eye on him.
“What about Liz?” Isobel asks, which is the same question that Michael asked and never got an answer to. Just the prompt change of subject to something not centered on him.
“Liz left,” Max says, “Rosa and Maria both say she’s not coming back, not anytime soon anyway and I’m not going to just hang out and wait for her to decide I’m something she wants in her life again.”
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“Max and I are dating,” he announces, there’s silence on the other end of the phone. But honestly, he needs there to be at least one person that he tells himself.
His mom had already known, just like he thought she did and Jenna had kind of confirmed she did. She did try to look surprised but Kyle knows his mom.
“Is he aware that you’re dating?” Alex asks slowly, Kyle can hear muffled voices on the other end of the phone though they fade away until he hears the soft clicking of a door shutting on Alex’s end.
“Of course he knows we’re dating,” Kyle rolls his eyes, he rolls his neck and drops his keys into the cup holder between the seats.
“I thought you guys were just…” Alex trails off and even though Alex is states (maybe even countries away) Kyle knows that he’s wrinkling his nose and that he’s probably got a severe disapproving look on his face.
When Kyle had told him about the friends-with-benefits thing that he and Max had apparently fallen into, Alex had sounded just as disapproving when he told him that he gave them six months before they were either dating or killed each other.
“I told you…” Alex starts.
“Alex…”
“I told you that you weren’t built for that type of thing,” Alex continues, like Kyle hadn’t said anything. At least he hadn’t said ‘I told you so’, though he’s sure Alex is holding that in reserve for when they’re face to face again.
“And you are?” Kyle raises an eyebrow even though he knows Alex can’t see him, he’ll know he’s doing it.
“Forrest and I were dating,” Alex says slowly, “and Michael and I… well that was always complicated, but it certainly wasn’t anything close to that.”
“You talked to one of them recently?” Kyle asks.
“I left a message for Michael, told him I was coming back to Roswell; Max texts random things periodically, talk to Liz every couple of days, talked to Rosa Sunday… I think, maybe… she says things have been quiet,” Alex sighs and Kyle can imagine that in whatever little quiet area he’s managed to find for himself that he’s running a hand over his head and making a face. “It’s been not very quiet here,” he mutters.
“It has been quiet,” Kyle confirms, it’s not even the weird quiet that always seemed to fall right before everything falls to shit, it’s actually just quiet.
He doesn’t comment on the lack of conversation with Maria, he’s been able to figure out that things between Alex and Maria are still frosty. Whether that’s because of the Michael and Maria thing that isn’t any longer or something else he doesn’t know, he’s sure that when and if Alex is ready to share, he will. “When are you coming in?”
“Week or so, maybe longer, depends…” Alex lets out a breath. “A week or so, I’ll let you know a firm date when I get one.”
“I can go open some windows, make sure the internet and power is working in your place,” Kyle says.
“I got most of it turned it back on at the beginning of the month,” Alex says, “but you can check and see if I’m growing things in the refrigerator.”
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When Kyle hangs up Alex stands there for a minute, it’s quiet for now, but he can hear the quiet hum of activity on the other side of the closed door and he knows sooner rather than later someone will come looking for him to sign off on things.
Kyle and Max???? he taps off a text to Rosa, it would have been Maria, if the thing that happened over a year ago hadn’t happened.
omg did someone tlll you he gets back almost immediately, and his lips quirk up into a smile.
Kyle called
call me later, ill fill you in what i know
The tap on the door interrupts before he can send the thumb up emoji he was going to send off and Sergeant Barry Browerman ducks his head in with a wary expression on his face.
“Am I interrupting, sir?” he asks with an arched eyebrow and knowing eyes. Alex wonders how long he’s been standing on the other side of the door weighing when the appropriate time to knock would be.
“No, are we ready?” Alex asks, tucking his phone away.
“They’ve got just about everything crated up, but we’re ready to start printing off the bills of lading and Oversight says we need an officer to oversee that,” Browerman says, there’s not a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but Alex has known him long enough now that he can hear it regardless.
“They’ve made that much progress this morning?” Alex asks as they step out of his tiny office, he thinks it might have been a closet once and he thankfully doesn’t have to spend more than a few minutes a day in there.
He’s relieved that he’ll have a bigger one once they get set up at Holloman, if only because he can reach out both arms and not end up touching both walls.
“They move faster when people aren’t hovering,” Browerman says.
“It’s very expensive, important equipment,” Alex says, “some of it I’m personally responsible for.”
“Yes, sir, which is why we packed that up first.”
“And did they really think I was going to hide in the closet they decided was my office and twiddle my thumbs while they packed everything else up?”
“That was what the last guy did,” Browerman says, he scans his badge at the door, steps to the side and lets Alex scan his next.
“And that’s why the last guy isn’t here anymore.”
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Michael finally drags Isobel away and he resigns himself to 2 am texts lamenting the fact that she didn’t know and why he didn’t tell her.
He starts laundry, makes himself lunch, looks at the clock and wonders where the hell Kyle is.
Do I need to send someone to do a welfare check? he texts and goes about drying off the dishes and putting everything away.
His phone buzzes on the counter and he grins at Kyle’s name on the screen, puts it on speaker because he’s alone and can.
“You coming back here?” he asks, even though his charger is still plugged in and his bag is still on the floor on his side of the bed.
“We have to have dinner with mom on Sunday,” Kyle says, it sounds like he’s in his car driving.
“Can I request that she leave all her weapons at work?”
Kyle laughs at him.
“I’m going to stop at the store, pick up some steaks and stuff, are we feeding more than two people?” Kyle asks.
“Michael and Isobel have left, though remind me to put my phone on silent tonight so she doesn’t blow it up at 2 am,” Max says, wiping down the counter and straightening the little trivet tray that sits on the middle of the stove.
“You need anything while I’m there?”
Max thinks, glances over at the refrigerator where he would have normally jotted down his list of meal plans for the week. He’s been busy so the list is the previous weeks.
“Maybe chicken? We can do wraps or something? And I think we need more eggs.”
“Chicken breast and eggs, if we’re doing wraps we need the actual shells and probably lettuce,” Kyle muses, through the car phone speaker Max can hear the ticking of his turning signal. “All right, I’ll see you in a bit.”
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