FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Legacies 24/24

Oct 19, 2020 04:36

Summary: There comes a point when a blind eye can no longer be turned.


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
PAIRING: Alex/Michael
WARNINGS: Violence against teen-agers, Jesse Manes is his own warning.
AUTHOR: Melanie
Summary: There comes a point when a blind eye can no longer be turned.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
FEEDBACK: Please?

Legacies 24

Alex is glad, though he doesn’t voice the sentiment, that he was unconscious when he was brought to the hospital. Though he also thinks that getting admitted probably doesn’t take half as long getting back out seems to.

It’s the doctor going over his instructions, then the nurse going over them again just in case they weren’t paying attention the first time.

His mom is looking annoyed, Alex is just thrilled to be leaving, though he might need a nap if it takes any longer.

He hadn’t expected to be going home but it still sort of blindsides him that he’s not going back to the house again, probably ever if his mom and the Sheriff and Mimi have any say in things.

His mom has rented a small two-bedroom house that Kyle’s mom and Mimi had helped her find, she’s looking for someplace more permanent.

The house is really close to Kyle’s house which he’s pretty sure is by design. So someone is always able to keep an eye on him.

He doesn’t really let out a breath of relief until he’s in the passenger seat of his mom’s car, waiting for the hospital staff to come running out insisting that they were wrong, he’s not ready to be discharged yet.

His mom carefully pulls the car away from the hospital and he can feel that weight lifting off, they’re not being called back, he’s free of those restrictions… now he’ll have other restrictions; like a curfew he’s sure though the benefits of sleeping in an actual bed instead of that hospital bed.

Learning how to live with his mom instead of his dad, there will be 100% less speeches about family honor and 50% more speeches questioning his dad’s sanity or lack thereof.

He closes his eyes and he didn’t think physically leaving the hospital would be so exhausting, but he somehow misses the entire drive and only blinks himself awake when his mom brushes his arm gently with one finger.

It was something they’d talked about with the first therapist before the doctor would sign off on the discharge.

No sudden movements, no raised voices.

Greg is standing right outside the door to a house that looks like a carbon copy of his dads except it’s a light blue instead of cream and the shutters are black instead of navy blue.

He hopes there’s no shed in the backyard, he doesn’t know if he could stomach it.

He blinks in surprise when he sees Flint, in uniform come out of the house. He looks exactly like he did the last time Alex had seen him, buzzed short hair, crisp uniform.

The lazy smirk is gone and there’s something that Alex doesn’t know how to read in his eyes when their mom steps out of the out car.

“You made good time,” his mom is saying as she pulls Flint into a tight hug while Greg opens his door, he stands back and lets Alex fumble at the seat belt and step out under his own power. He’s got on loose sweatpants and a t-shirt, he didn’t even bother asking where the clothes he’d been wearing that day are. He’s sure the answer is in an evidence bag somewhere or possibly the trash.

“Sheriff let us swing by the house and grab a few things from your room and the kitchen,” Greg says, he doesn’t touch him, just lets his hand hover around his elbow as Alex follows his mom and Flint to the front door.

The house is bright, curtains all wide-open letting sun light shine in and he can already see the little places where his mom has put her touch in just the few short days since she secured it.

There is nothing in the house that screams that his dad was here ever, he can feel the tension release just that little bit more at being in a safe place.

“We didn’t really do anything to your room,” Greg says showing him his space, the bed is already made with what looks like new sheets, there’s blinds on the window that are just cracked open. A dresser with a small TV sitting on it, a desk with a cheap looking roller chair pushed up to it.

“Where are you guys going to sleep?” Alex asks, he could have sworn his mom said that the house was only a two bedroom.

“There’s a small office that mom put a futon in,” Greg shrugs the nonchalant shrug of someone who has slept in worse conditions. “I’m going to sleep there, and Flint is only here for a couple of days so he’s going to take the couch.”

“That doesn’t really seem fair,” Alex says softly and Greg shrugs, reaches out to ruffle his hair with a gentle hand and a wry smirk curving his lips.

“Take a nap, Flint and I are going to argue about which of is going to man the grill and your ever growing group of friends is going to be here in a couple of hours with their assorted parental figures for a barbecue that mom is trying to convince herself is not in reality a housewarming party.”

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“Alex,” his mom’s voice is gentle and quiet and he blinks sleep away, there’s no clock in his room but he can still see daylight through the blinds.

He’d honestly not had any intention of sleeping, but the bed had looked soft and comfortable compared to the hospital beds he’s been sleeping in. So he’d thought to lay down, maybe doze and let his mind wander, not sleep but maybe just relish the quiet hum of Flint and Greg and his mom talking in the other room. Probably about him, more certainly about his dad.

“I’m awake,” he mumbles and his mom laughs softly, she’s standing near the door when he looks.

He stretches and sits up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and standing, rubbing at his eyes.

She presses a hand to the side of his face, smiling at him before turning to go down the hallway, through the kitchen and out the backdoor into a backyard that he hadn’t noticed before.

There’s a picnic table that Michael and Max are sat at, Michael’s mom between them, across from Isobel has an older gentleman that Alex doesn’t recognize sitting next to her with Kyle next to her.

Liz’s dad and the Sheriff are by the grill, they don’t seem to be talking, both focused on the food in front of them.

“I think they think if they stay focused on conversations about food and drinks that they won’t ever have to talk about the fact that the Sheriff is actually Rosa’s dad,” Liz hooks her hand around his arm and leans a bit into his side.

“At least she’s not a kid, there won’t be any awful fights about who she should be living with?” Alex says and Liz sighs.

“Especially since my mom took off, not even here to answer for herself,” Liz says bitterly, “At least Kyle’s mom isn’t being openly hostile about it anymore.”

Alex doesn’t say anything to that, after his mom had left Kyle’s mom had been the only mom that he’d been able to go to and she wasn’t even his.

Michael notices him standing there, face breaking out into a big smile at seeing him there and Alex thinks the only reason he doesn’t get up is because his mom is sitting there with her arm around his back.

“We going to talk about the Kyle and Max thing?” Alex asks and Liz rolls her eyes.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Liz says.

“Sure,” Alex nods and Liz tugs him in the direction of the picnic table. Michael grins up at him as Alex steps up close to him, he pulls on the elastic band of Alex’s sweatpants and tugs him close. Smile widening even more as Alex leans into his side, resting an arm over his shoulder.

The older man sitting next to Isobel looks at him, there’s a hint of something about him that Alex recognizes though he know he doesn’t know him.

“We were just talking about what plans everyone has for after school,” the man, that Alex is sure is the David that Michael and Max have mentioned in passing, says. His voice has the same lyrical quality to it that Michael’s mom has.

“College, great American novel, college, not school, college,” Michael jerks his head around the table and Alex arches a brow at Kyle’s very faked shrug of indifference.

“I’m undecided but it’ll probably end up being pre-med,” he says and Alex remembers a long ago conversation where Kyle admitted to wanting to be a doctor of some sort and really didn’t want to go into law enforcement like both his parents.

“You know rodeo clown is still a valid life choice,” Alex says and Kyle huffs a laugh.

“Not if I don’t want to be living with my folks when I’m 30 because I’m worn down and broken.”

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“You never said what you’re going to do after graduation,” Michael says, they’re curled up together in the bed of Michael’s truck. Michael doesn’t live out of it, not with Kyle’s mom making sure he’s at the house each night, but he still keeps a couple of blankets behind the seats.

“Not school with you guys, at least not in the fall, I’ll probably start in January,” Alex says, he brushes his thumb across Michael’s lips.

“You could still come with us, I think Kyle’s mom is trying to get us to rent an apartment instead of staying on campus.”

“You know Max would be all over that, you should probably ask him,” Alex says, he shivers a little when Michael’s fingers push up under his t-shirt, dragging against his skin lightly.

“He asked Liz to go on this big road trip thing he wants to do,” Michael’s nose wrinkles and Alex leans forward to nuzzle against his cheek. “She said no, wants to stay here with Rosa and her dad before she leaves to go to Colorado so he asked Kyle if he wanted to go.”

Alex already knows this, he knows this because Kyle had called to ask him the night before if it was the wrong decision, if he should have said no like Liz did and spent the summer packing and repacking for school and worrying about flunking out.

“Maybe it’ll be good for them,” Alex offers, he’s not sure if Kyle is even open to the option of something besides a friendship with Max.

But he at least doesn’t seem to be openly rebuffing Max’s very vague overtures of whatever.

“I don’t think Max even knows what the hell he wants,” Michael mutters, Alex kisses his cheek and Michael pulls him just a bit tighter against him. “Let’s not talk about Valenti and Max anymore.”

Alex grins, pulls back a bit so he can look at him, can cup a hand around his cheek. When Michael presses his other hand against the back of his head and draws him close to kiss.

Someday they’ll have privacy like they did on that day where it went all horribly wrong, where they can lay skin to skin in a bed they call their own. Where Alex can press Michael down on the mattress, or Michael can press him.

Where they can spend hours upon hours touching each other, kissing, making plans for the future that don’t involve one or the other of them hiding who they are.

But for now, with Michael’s lips warm against his… he thinks this is enough.

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rosa ortecho, roswell new mexico, liz ortecho, rnm, isobel evans, alex manes, fic, kyle valenti, michael/alex, max evans, au, maria deluca, michael guerin

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