FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Project Orion III: Blood Bonds 2/?
Summary: Family is made from more than blood; it’s made from shared experiences and shared horrors and love that withstands the test of time.
TITLE: Blood Bonds
RATING: R (for language)
PAIRING: Alex/Michael, (mentions of Michael/Maria, Liz/Max, Liz/Kyle, Liz/Max/Kyle, Isobel/Noah, Isobel/Rosa)
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: Family is made from more than blood; it’s made from shared experiences and shared horrors and love that withstands the test of time.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Blood Bonds 2/?
Kyle rides with Max and Alex slides across the seat as per usual once they’re off base so he can lean into Michael’s side and rest his hand high on his thigh.
Michael kisses his forehead when they’re stopped at a red light and Alex closes his eyes.
They beat Max and Kyle to the cabin, which is surprising only because Max and Kyle actually left first. Mara meets them at the door with a smile and Alex laughs as Michael hugs his mom then goes to change out of his uniform.
He hears Max and Kyle come in while he’s tugging on sweat pants and when he goes out he can see them all gathered around the furniture in the living room, Mara is sitting at the kitchen table watching with a bemused expression.
“She said there’d be a door,” Kyle says, he’s got a key ring that Alex doesn’t recognize in his hand.
“I’m sure she meant a trap door,” Alex says and he steps closer, some of the only things that Isobel didn’t touch when she was sprucing up the cabin in preparation for Mara’s arrival was the furniture in the living room. There’s a dark rug that runs under the couch, chair and coffee table.
Michael and Max must be of the same mindset because they both move to opposite sides of the couch and shift it out of the way, Kyle moves the coffee table over by the fireplace that Alex hasn’t ever used and then they move the chair.
Kyle pulls up one corner of the rug and rolls it back and there it is.
“I don’t remember this at all from when we were kids,” Alex says and Kyle nods.
“He must have had it done after we stopped coming up here for weekends,” Kyle says, there’s a padlock on the door and Alex really kind of doesn’t want to know what’s down there.
“We’re fairly confident that your dad wasn’t a serial killer or into some shady shit that’s going to end up meaning we’re going to find a dead body down there, right?” he asks as Kyle fits the one key on the key ring into the lock. It clicks open when he turns it and he sets the lock to the side, then braces himself to open the door.
“I guess we’re going to find out.”
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“I’m just going to wait up here,” Mara says and Alex thinks she’s the smartest person in the entire cabin at the moment.
Michael goes down first with a flashlight, then Kyle, then Max and then Alex carefully climbs the ladder down, Kyle’s hand on his back as he comes down the last couple.
Michael clicks on a light in the corner and it’s definitely a room that has been put together for a girl, there’s a small bathroom off to the side.
“You know we open the space up and make that ladder into stairs and this could be totally useable as like a TV room or something,” Michael says.
“Needs some paint and a lot more light,” Alex says and Michael grins at him.
At the foot of the bed there’s a trunk that Kyle has flipped open and from where he’s standing he can see that there’s a stack of baby pictures, baby clothes, some clothing he remembers Rosa wearing as a teenager.
Probably when she’d died, Jim had packed up everything he had of hers, anything that screamed Rosa and put it in the trunk.
Then he locked the door to this room, hid it away so he didn’t have to look at what he’d likely perceived as a failure in his duty as a father to protect her.
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Max takes a subdued Kyle home with a stack of pictures in hand. The room is dusty and makes Alex’s nose itch in a way that means he’ll be pulling out some allergy pills at some point.
“Needs a good dusting,” Michael says, he’s sitting on the corner of the bed watching Alex make his way around the small room.
Alex doesn’t think he’s noticed that the lampshade on the small bedside table has the symbol that was on Kyle’s keyring sliced into it, and with the light on it’s displaying that symbol on the wall.
He’s already tried to move the lampshade and it’s secure in its position, doesn’t move at all. The symbol is like an X on a treasure map.
Alex traces his fingers across it gently and he thinks Michael finally realizes what he’s looking at.
“That’s the symbol on the keyring Valenti had,” he says.
“Your brother is apparently in a relationship with him, at some point you’re going to have to call him Kyle.”
“Maxwell is fucking him, not me, I can call him Valenti until I’m good and ready to not,” Michael mutters.
Alex grins, then taps his knuckles against the wall.
“You think there’s something in the wall?” he hears and he hadn’t even heard Mara come down the ladder. “You were taking too long, I thought something might be wrong.”
“It’s hollow,” Alex says, “We’ll need something to bust it open.”
He glances around, then turns back when he hears a thud against the wall and then Michael wincing as he shakes his hand out.
“There’s a hammer in one of the kitchen drawers, can you get it for me Mara?” he asks as he takes Michael’s hand in his. The knuckles are scraped and red looking already.
“It looks easy in the movies,” Michael says sheepishly, Alex rubs the hand between his and then Michael leans in to kiss him.
“We just got your hand back to full working order, lets try not to break it again quite yet,” he murmurs.
Michael presses a hand against the back of his head and keeps him close, lips soft against his cheek as Alex lets his hands rest on his hips. He can hear Mara coming back down the ladder and when he looks over she’s beaming at them.
Michael reaches for the hammer and his mom hands it over and steps back.
“Right in the center of the symbol,” Alex directs and Michael hits the hammer against the wall, once, twice the third time it splinters and he tosses the hammer on the bed then uses his hands to break it open further.
“There’s something…” Michael says and when he pulls his arm back from the wall he has something in his hands. It’s wrapped loosely in cloth.
Mara steps closer as he opens it up and she makes a noise when the item is fully unveiled.
Alex knows what it is, he’s seen smaller and larger pieces and has a fully intact, functional spaceship sitting in the hangar on base.
“That’s part of one of our ships,” Mara says, she reaches out a shaking hand and it’s already lit up in Michael’s so it doesn’t do much more then shimmer at her touch.
“Why would Kyle’s dad have this in the wall down here?” Michael asks, he’s biting his lip and there’s something he’s not saying, Alex can tell by the way he won’t quite meet his eyes.
“I’ll give you three guesses but I’m sure every appropriate response is some variation of keeping it away from my dad.”
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Tuesday is a carbon copy of Monday except for the lack of stationary visitors in his office. Which means he can close the door and talk Davies down from killing all his guys.
“The sing-a-longs,” Davies mutters and he sounds like he’s at the end of his rope, “do your guys make you participate in sing-a-longs?”
“I think there was an attempt to force me to do karaoke once,” Alex says. “But it failed because I was sober and they all know I have a knife in my boot that I’m not afraid to use if they get unruly.”
Davies just sighs and Alex spends ten more minutes talking him off the ledge and reminding him that he chose his guys, which means on some level he has to actually like them.
When he hangs up he opens the door to see if Tulliver will get him some more of the good coffee that he keeps hidden somewhere and finds Noah sitting there waiting for him.
“I can fill that for you, sir,” Tulliver says brightly as he plucks the cup out of his hand and wanders down to their small break room.
“Come on in Noah,” Alex holds the door open and leaves it cracked after Noah is inside. He really needs more caffeine and Noah looks about done for. “I don’t think Isobel is here?”
“No,” Noah shakes his head, “No, she’s got some meeting with florists this morning and you had offered up the therapists so…” he rakes his hand through his hair and looks distraught. He kind of reminds Alex of the guy that couldn’t quite believe Isobel wasn’t human and kept trying to convince himself that he needed to buy a gun to protect her with.
Tulliver steps in sets his cup in front of her and sets another on the side of his desk for Noah and closes the door behind him when he leaves.
“Do you ever feel like you’re stealing someone else’s life?” Noah asks, he ignores the cup and just huddles in on himself.
All the times he’s ever interacted with Noah he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him less then perfectly put together.
“Isobel married you,” Alex says slowly, “Of her own free will.”
“Because she thought Rosa Ortecho was dead,” Noah says. “If she’d been alive, still, would she even have looked twice at me?”
“Noah…”
“She cried last night, she sat in our living room and pulled out photo albums I’ve never seen before and sobbed like her heart was breaking and…” Noah’s voice cracks. “Do I leave her? Do I let her go back to Rosa and try and figure out what my life is without her?”
“I think that’s a discussion you should really be having with her,” Alex says, he doesn’t want to give advice to Noah that ends up breaking up a marriage. Especially not knowing what Isobel’s thoughts are on the matter.
A couple days ago she’d been thinking and worrying about having children with Noah.
“She loves her,” Noah says, “if Rosa is who she wants, I should be the stronger one, right? I should be able to let her go so she can…”
“Noah,” Alex says sharply, and Noah looks up at him, startled. “Talk to Isobel. Do not make any decisions that will ultimately impact your marriage without sitting down and talking to your wife first.”
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TITLE: Blood Bonds
RATING: R (for language)
PAIRING: Alex/Michael, (mentions of Michael/Maria, Liz/Max, Liz/Kyle, Liz/Max/Kyle, Isobel/Noah, Isobel/Rosa)
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: Family is made from more than blood; it’s made from shared experiences and shared horrors and love that withstands the test of time.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
FEEDBACK: Please?
Blood Bonds 2/?
Kyle rides with Max and Alex slides across the seat as per usual once they’re off base so he can lean into Michael’s side and rest his hand high on his thigh.
Michael kisses his forehead when they’re stopped at a red light and Alex closes his eyes.
They beat Max and Kyle to the cabin, which is surprising only because Max and Kyle actually left first. Mara meets them at the door with a smile and Alex laughs as Michael hugs his mom then goes to change out of his uniform.
He hears Max and Kyle come in while he’s tugging on sweat pants and when he goes out he can see them all gathered around the furniture in the living room, Mara is sitting at the kitchen table watching with a bemused expression.
“She said there’d be a door,” Kyle says, he’s got a key ring that Alex doesn’t recognize in his hand.
“I’m sure she meant a trap door,” Alex says and he steps closer, some of the only things that Isobel didn’t touch when she was sprucing up the cabin in preparation for Mara’s arrival was the furniture in the living room. There’s a dark rug that runs under the couch, chair and coffee table.
Michael and Max must be of the same mindset because they both move to opposite sides of the couch and shift it out of the way, Kyle moves the coffee table over by the fireplace that Alex hasn’t ever used and then they move the chair.
Kyle pulls up one corner of the rug and rolls it back and there it is.
“I don’t remember this at all from when we were kids,” Alex says and Kyle nods.
“He must have had it done after we stopped coming up here for weekends,” Kyle says, there’s a padlock on the door and Alex really kind of doesn’t want to know what’s down there.
“We’re fairly confident that your dad wasn’t a serial killer or into some shady shit that’s going to end up meaning we’re going to find a dead body down there, right?” he asks as Kyle fits the one key on the key ring into the lock. It clicks open when he turns it and he sets the lock to the side, then braces himself to open the door.
“I guess we’re going to find out.”
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“I’m just going to wait up here,” Mara says and Alex thinks she’s the smartest person in the entire cabin at the moment.
Michael goes down first with a flashlight, then Kyle, then Max and then Alex carefully climbs the ladder down, Kyle’s hand on his back as he comes down the last couple.
Michael clicks on a light in the corner and it’s definitely a room that has been put together for a girl, there’s a small bathroom off to the side.
“You know we open the space up and make that ladder into stairs and this could be totally useable as like a TV room or something,” Michael says.
“Needs some paint and a lot more light,” Alex says and Michael grins at him.
At the foot of the bed there’s a trunk that Kyle has flipped open and from where he’s standing he can see that there’s a stack of baby pictures, baby clothes, some clothing he remembers Rosa wearing as a teenager.
Probably when she’d died, Jim had packed up everything he had of hers, anything that screamed Rosa and put it in the trunk.
Then he locked the door to this room, hid it away so he didn’t have to look at what he’d likely perceived as a failure in his duty as a father to protect her.
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Max takes a subdued Kyle home with a stack of pictures in hand. The room is dusty and makes Alex’s nose itch in a way that means he’ll be pulling out some allergy pills at some point.
“Needs a good dusting,” Michael says, he’s sitting on the corner of the bed watching Alex make his way around the small room.
Alex doesn’t think he’s noticed that the lampshade on the small bedside table has the symbol that was on Kyle’s keyring sliced into it, and with the light on it’s displaying that symbol on the wall.
He’s already tried to move the lampshade and it’s secure in its position, doesn’t move at all. The symbol is like an X on a treasure map.
Alex traces his fingers across it gently and he thinks Michael finally realizes what he’s looking at.
“That’s the symbol on the keyring Valenti had,” he says.
“Your brother is apparently in a relationship with him, at some point you’re going to have to call him Kyle.”
“Maxwell is fucking him, not me, I can call him Valenti until I’m good and ready to not,” Michael mutters.
Alex grins, then taps his knuckles against the wall.
“You think there’s something in the wall?” he hears and he hadn’t even heard Mara come down the ladder. “You were taking too long, I thought something might be wrong.”
“It’s hollow,” Alex says, “We’ll need something to bust it open.”
He glances around, then turns back when he hears a thud against the wall and then Michael wincing as he shakes his hand out.
“There’s a hammer in one of the kitchen drawers, can you get it for me Mara?” he asks as he takes Michael’s hand in his. The knuckles are scraped and red looking already.
“It looks easy in the movies,” Michael says sheepishly, Alex rubs the hand between his and then Michael leans in to kiss him.
“We just got your hand back to full working order, lets try not to break it again quite yet,” he murmurs.
Michael presses a hand against the back of his head and keeps him close, lips soft against his cheek as Alex lets his hands rest on his hips. He can hear Mara coming back down the ladder and when he looks over she’s beaming at them.
Michael reaches for the hammer and his mom hands it over and steps back.
“Right in the center of the symbol,” Alex directs and Michael hits the hammer against the wall, once, twice the third time it splinters and he tosses the hammer on the bed then uses his hands to break it open further.
“There’s something…” Michael says and when he pulls his arm back from the wall he has something in his hands. It’s wrapped loosely in cloth.
Mara steps closer as he opens it up and she makes a noise when the item is fully unveiled.
Alex knows what it is, he’s seen smaller and larger pieces and has a fully intact, functional spaceship sitting in the hangar on base.
“That’s part of one of our ships,” Mara says, she reaches out a shaking hand and it’s already lit up in Michael’s so it doesn’t do much more then shimmer at her touch.
“Why would Kyle’s dad have this in the wall down here?” Michael asks, he’s biting his lip and there’s something he’s not saying, Alex can tell by the way he won’t quite meet his eyes.
“I’ll give you three guesses but I’m sure every appropriate response is some variation of keeping it away from my dad.”
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Tuesday is a carbon copy of Monday except for the lack of stationary visitors in his office. Which means he can close the door and talk Davies down from killing all his guys.
“The sing-a-longs,” Davies mutters and he sounds like he’s at the end of his rope, “do your guys make you participate in sing-a-longs?”
“I think there was an attempt to force me to do karaoke once,” Alex says. “But it failed because I was sober and they all know I have a knife in my boot that I’m not afraid to use if they get unruly.”
Davies just sighs and Alex spends ten more minutes talking him off the ledge and reminding him that he chose his guys, which means on some level he has to actually like them.
When he hangs up he opens the door to see if Tulliver will get him some more of the good coffee that he keeps hidden somewhere and finds Noah sitting there waiting for him.
“I can fill that for you, sir,” Tulliver says brightly as he plucks the cup out of his hand and wanders down to their small break room.
“Come on in Noah,” Alex holds the door open and leaves it cracked after Noah is inside. He really needs more caffeine and Noah looks about done for. “I don’t think Isobel is here?”
“No,” Noah shakes his head, “No, she’s got some meeting with florists this morning and you had offered up the therapists so…” he rakes his hand through his hair and looks distraught. He kind of reminds Alex of the guy that couldn’t quite believe Isobel wasn’t human and kept trying to convince himself that he needed to buy a gun to protect her with.
Tulliver steps in sets his cup in front of her and sets another on the side of his desk for Noah and closes the door behind him when he leaves.
“Do you ever feel like you’re stealing someone else’s life?” Noah asks, he ignores the cup and just huddles in on himself.
All the times he’s ever interacted with Noah he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him less then perfectly put together.
“Isobel married you,” Alex says slowly, “Of her own free will.”
“Because she thought Rosa Ortecho was dead,” Noah says. “If she’d been alive, still, would she even have looked twice at me?”
“Noah…”
“She cried last night, she sat in our living room and pulled out photo albums I’ve never seen before and sobbed like her heart was breaking and…” Noah’s voice cracks. “Do I leave her? Do I let her go back to Rosa and try and figure out what my life is without her?”
“I think that’s a discussion you should really be having with her,” Alex says, he doesn’t want to give advice to Noah that ends up breaking up a marriage. Especially not knowing what Isobel’s thoughts are on the matter.
A couple days ago she’d been thinking and worrying about having children with Noah.
“She loves her,” Noah says, “if Rosa is who she wants, I should be the stronger one, right? I should be able to let her go so she can…”
“Noah,” Alex says sharply, and Noah looks up at him, startled. “Talk to Isobel. Do not make any decisions that will ultimately impact your marriage without sitting down and talking to your wife first.”
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