FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Lost to Time 13/?
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 13/?
Alex had hoped that Caulfield being in it’s first stages of creation would mean that it would be that much easier to get in and out with everyone locked up in there and no one would be the wiser.
He’s almost embarrassed by how easy it is, how not locked down it is.
They get out with all fourteen people that had been locked up in there and they don’t get stopped a single time.
Most of those rescued head off with the guys that Tripp had brought along expecting they would run into some sort of resistance.
There’s just the one that won’t leave with the others, he can’t be much older than Tripp and his dark hair is sprinkled lightly with gray, worn lines dug deep into his face.
He’s said four words to them since they released him from his cell.
Three of them had been no, the other one Abraham, which Alex is assuming is his name.
He helped them load the pods they found, plus the detritus surrounding them. Alex doesn’t know if any of the pieces they’d loaded into boxes will be needed and it’ll probably be day’s maybe longer before Abraham is comfortable enough to speak freely.
He thinks one or two of the pods will be making their way in some manner to Roswell, and he hopes that Nora and Louise will make use of them. So that Michael, Max and Isobel grow up with the mothers and family they should have always been able to have.
“We should probably find someplace to stop for the night,” Alex says and Tripp nods, hands gripped tight around the steering wheel. His eyes continuously flip up to the rear-view mirror.
He, like Alex, think it was way too easy to get in and out.
“We could backtrack and get you back to Roswell if you change your mind,” Tripp says and Alex turns in his seat slightly to see Abraham shake his head.
“I will not change my mind,” Abraham says, he looks between them, mouth twisting as he sighs. “I think the two you and whatever ridiculous path you are attempting to meander need my assistance more then Nora and Louise do.”
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Alex is all for hiding in his hotel room and waiting for the first opportunity to flee back to the safety of his quiet house in San Francisco.
The first meeting with Michael went well. But it's almost ingrained into his psyche at this point to give Michael the freedom of a life without Manes' men of any sort looming over it.
No matter that the Michael here is most definitely not the Michael that he last came into contact with before alien tech sent him back in time.
Tripp and Abraham are not going to let him hide in his room in his sweatpants with his laptop though. Tripp is at his door first thing in the morning to drag him off to breakfast.
"Don't forget I'm dad," he reminds Alex as they're walking down the hallway.
"You look way too gleeful about this," Alex mutters, and he does, Tripp looks bright and chipper and relaxed.
He would have thought that maybe Tripp spent the night with Nora, but he heard him in his room the night before.
"Honestly never thought about having kids," Tripp says with a shrug.
"Do you think he regrets it?" Alex asks, now that he knows what Abraham did, what he allowed to be done, his mom having him after all...
He wonders why Abraham didn't figure out how to stop it.
"You remember those conversations with Nora and Louise..." Tripp starts.
"I remember they said we couldn't change the future, but the future we're now a part of that has a living Nora and a living you and a me as a Whitman and not a Manes would probably beg to differ."
"They never said it couldn't be changed, they just advised against it lest we end up destroying the world in the end. But they also said that time didn't like to be messed with, that you could stretch the band a little bit, but it would also then rebound to a certain degree so it might not be possible to change things completely. I'm fairly sure that Abraham knew that he would lose an Alex to the past by some method or another and was stoically prepared for the eventuality."
“I know,” he remembers those long conversations as they talked through things that had happened and why Alex’s determination to change at least a few of those things was bound for failure. “At some point I’ll need Abraham to tell me if this Alex lost his leg too.”
“You didn’t ask him?”
“No, thought it kind of insensitive to be like so how did your Alex lose his leg or did he not?” Alex says, he knows that Abraham’s Alex, that one that he raised, that called him Grandpa probably had no good reason to enlist in the military. And there’d been nothing in the scrapbook of that Alex’s achievements that indicated that was a path he’d followed.
“It does make you wonder what happened to the Alex, Jenna and Mimi that disappeared from here,” Tripp says.
Alex hopes that maybe they just ceased to exist; the alternatives is some different other reality or they’re in the one that they originally came from.
Neither of those options are particularly satisfying.
It’s a short walk from their hotel to the Crashdown and Alex almost turns on his heels and heads right back to the hotel to eat crappy food from the vending machine when he sees Liz’s familiar features.
Tripp takes hold of his arm and forces him through the door, propelling him in the direction of where he can see Abraham already sitting with a cup of coffee in front of him.
He smiles when he sees them and Tripp nudges Alex to slide into the booth first, likely so he can pen him and Alex can only escape when Tripp has deemed him having socialized with his ‘family’ enough.
“So no handcuffs, he must have come willingly enough,” Abraham smiles and Alex rolls his eyes.
Liz appears with two more coffees and a smile.
“So do we know what we’d like?” she asks, bright and cheerful.
“I think just three specials,” Abraham says and Liz nods.
“So I’ve…” he starts and his voice drifts off, Alex hates having his back to the door, but they all three can’t sit on one side of the booth so they can all have door in their line of sight.
“I thought that was you,” comes from behind him and Alex swallows thickly when Jesse Manes appears at the end of their table.
He looks completely different and utterly the same all once.
“Jesse,” Tripp says, Alex swears he can feel the tension in the way he’s holding himself, “my dad Abraham, my son Alex,” he says and Jesse smiles at them.
“Nice to meet you,” he says and his smile is congenial enough that it kind of throws him for a loop.
“Dad’s got the to go containers the Sheriff ordered ready,” Liz says, shifting past Jesse to start laying plates down in front of them.
“You guys staying in town long? It’d be nice to introduce you to my boys, they didn’t get much in the way of family from either my side or their mom’s side so…” Jesse shrugs, like it doesn’t mean anything. Alex hates that his first instinct is that it’s a trap of some sort.
Even though this Jesse Manes has no reason to be setting a trap for them.
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It’s been less then twelve hours since Max and Kyle told them, but Isobel is all in on planning their wedding.
Nora is fairly certain that someone is going to have to rein her in and since she knows Max will just let her plan whatever she wants and Kyle will go along with it because he’s certainly not going to be the one to say the words no to her.
She thinks they’d be okay with getting married in jeans and flannels, she’ll be honestly shocked if they end up having a ceremony at all and not just running away and eloping.
“They’re never going to go for the tuxes, are they?” Isobel asks from where she’s flipping through a bridal magazine with one hand and tapping away at her laptop with the other.
“I think they’ll elope the minute formal wedding and tuxes come out of your mouth,” Michael says from where he’s sitting on the other side of the table, coffee cup in hand watching his sister with fond eyes. The phone sitting face up next to his left hand vibrates on the table and he glances at the screen. “Got a video conference in ten.”
“We’ll keep the party to a dull roar,” Isobel says absently and she doesn’t look up to see Michael rolling his eyes at her though she does know her brother well enough to snap her fingers at him.
“So what’s this I hear about you and Rosa talking again?” she asks once Michael has wandered off towards his office with coffee cup in hand. Isobel glares at the doorway before looking over at her.
“He didn’t tell me anything,” Nora smiles, “I just know how to read your schedule and drinks with R was on there for Monday night.”
“It was nothing, just…” Isobel’s mouth twists and she bites at her lower lip. Louise did that as well and its times like these that Nora desperately misses Louise and wishes that they could have figured out a way for her to have more than a few random weeks with the children before she died.
Wishes she could see what a smart, beautiful young woman her daughter has grown into.
“Max is getting married and Michael is either going to end up chiseling away at all of Alex’s iron walls or with a restraining order and,” Isobel twirls her pen in her hand and when Nora really focuses on her she can see a lost expression on her face.
She reaches out and lays her hand across Isobel’s, squeezes her fingers tightly.
“I don’t want to be alone,” Isobel says softly, “I want what they have and the closest I ever got to it was when I was with Rosa.”
“You still have me and Maria and Mimi,” Nora reminds her, “and your brothers aren’t going anywhere, Max will still be here and Michael will still be here. There’ll just be a few added members of our family.”
“I know that,” Isobel says, her fingers twitch within Nora’s. “And we’re just talking, trying to figure out if we can even get to a place where… I hurt her, she says I didn’t but I know I did and if I try to forget that I’ve got Maria reminding me that if I do that again she’ll take me down a peg or two even if we are family.”
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“I love my sister,” Max says when Kyle walks in the front door. He shrugs off his jacket, puts his keys on the hook by the door that Max hung there expressly for that purpose. When he walks into the living room he can see Max slumped in a chair, he hasn’t even changed out of his uniform yet.
“Well she’s your sister,” Kyle says, he’s glad he and Rosa were well past the age where everyone expected them to immediately bond to each other as siblings when they found out that she was his half-sister. He doesn’t think mom, dad or Arturo will ever forgive Helena for hiding that fact from them.
He’s only met her a half dozen times, but he thinks she doesn’t really care one way or another.
“I’m reminding myself that she is, because otherwise,” Max waves his phone in Kyle’s direction. “Twenty-seven texts today about wedding stuff that I don’t care about.”
“She’s not letting you get married in jeans, a flannel and a cowboy hat no matter how much you want to,” Kyle says, he runs his hand over Max’s head, pulling it back slightly so he can press a kiss to his forehead.
“You just want to see me dressed up,” Max says, he clasps Kyle’s hand and draws him around the chair.
“I’m not sitting in your lap,” Kyle says as he sits on the edge of the coffee table when Max pouts at him. “That chair is older than both of us combined and it’s a wonder we haven’t broken it yet.”
They’d found it at an estate sale right after they bought the house, and if they’re going to curl up together on any piece of furniture in Kyle’s opinion it’s always going to be the couch that is big enough to hold two adult men and not make him fear for the bodily injuries that would occur if it crumbles under them.
“And I do like seeing you dressed up,” Kyle says, leaning forward as Max does so he can nuzzle at his cheek as Max lays a warm hand across the back of his neck. “I kind of think this might be a nice redo of prom and hopefully neither one of us will end up with a black eye or a bloody lip at the end of the night.”
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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 13/?
Alex had hoped that Caulfield being in it’s first stages of creation would mean that it would be that much easier to get in and out with everyone locked up in there and no one would be the wiser.
He’s almost embarrassed by how easy it is, how not locked down it is.
They get out with all fourteen people that had been locked up in there and they don’t get stopped a single time.
Most of those rescued head off with the guys that Tripp had brought along expecting they would run into some sort of resistance.
There’s just the one that won’t leave with the others, he can’t be much older than Tripp and his dark hair is sprinkled lightly with gray, worn lines dug deep into his face.
He’s said four words to them since they released him from his cell.
Three of them had been no, the other one Abraham, which Alex is assuming is his name.
He helped them load the pods they found, plus the detritus surrounding them. Alex doesn’t know if any of the pieces they’d loaded into boxes will be needed and it’ll probably be day’s maybe longer before Abraham is comfortable enough to speak freely.
He thinks one or two of the pods will be making their way in some manner to Roswell, and he hopes that Nora and Louise will make use of them. So that Michael, Max and Isobel grow up with the mothers and family they should have always been able to have.
“We should probably find someplace to stop for the night,” Alex says and Tripp nods, hands gripped tight around the steering wheel. His eyes continuously flip up to the rear-view mirror.
He, like Alex, think it was way too easy to get in and out.
“We could backtrack and get you back to Roswell if you change your mind,” Tripp says and Alex turns in his seat slightly to see Abraham shake his head.
“I will not change my mind,” Abraham says, he looks between them, mouth twisting as he sighs. “I think the two you and whatever ridiculous path you are attempting to meander need my assistance more then Nora and Louise do.”
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Alex is all for hiding in his hotel room and waiting for the first opportunity to flee back to the safety of his quiet house in San Francisco.
The first meeting with Michael went well. But it's almost ingrained into his psyche at this point to give Michael the freedom of a life without Manes' men of any sort looming over it.
No matter that the Michael here is most definitely not the Michael that he last came into contact with before alien tech sent him back in time.
Tripp and Abraham are not going to let him hide in his room in his sweatpants with his laptop though. Tripp is at his door first thing in the morning to drag him off to breakfast.
"Don't forget I'm dad," he reminds Alex as they're walking down the hallway.
"You look way too gleeful about this," Alex mutters, and he does, Tripp looks bright and chipper and relaxed.
He would have thought that maybe Tripp spent the night with Nora, but he heard him in his room the night before.
"Honestly never thought about having kids," Tripp says with a shrug.
"Do you think he regrets it?" Alex asks, now that he knows what Abraham did, what he allowed to be done, his mom having him after all...
He wonders why Abraham didn't figure out how to stop it.
"You remember those conversations with Nora and Louise..." Tripp starts.
"I remember they said we couldn't change the future, but the future we're now a part of that has a living Nora and a living you and a me as a Whitman and not a Manes would probably beg to differ."
"They never said it couldn't be changed, they just advised against it lest we end up destroying the world in the end. But they also said that time didn't like to be messed with, that you could stretch the band a little bit, but it would also then rebound to a certain degree so it might not be possible to change things completely. I'm fairly sure that Abraham knew that he would lose an Alex to the past by some method or another and was stoically prepared for the eventuality."
“I know,” he remembers those long conversations as they talked through things that had happened and why Alex’s determination to change at least a few of those things was bound for failure. “At some point I’ll need Abraham to tell me if this Alex lost his leg too.”
“You didn’t ask him?”
“No, thought it kind of insensitive to be like so how did your Alex lose his leg or did he not?” Alex says, he knows that Abraham’s Alex, that one that he raised, that called him Grandpa probably had no good reason to enlist in the military. And there’d been nothing in the scrapbook of that Alex’s achievements that indicated that was a path he’d followed.
“It does make you wonder what happened to the Alex, Jenna and Mimi that disappeared from here,” Tripp says.
Alex hopes that maybe they just ceased to exist; the alternatives is some different other reality or they’re in the one that they originally came from.
Neither of those options are particularly satisfying.
It’s a short walk from their hotel to the Crashdown and Alex almost turns on his heels and heads right back to the hotel to eat crappy food from the vending machine when he sees Liz’s familiar features.
Tripp takes hold of his arm and forces him through the door, propelling him in the direction of where he can see Abraham already sitting with a cup of coffee in front of him.
He smiles when he sees them and Tripp nudges Alex to slide into the booth first, likely so he can pen him and Alex can only escape when Tripp has deemed him having socialized with his ‘family’ enough.
“So no handcuffs, he must have come willingly enough,” Abraham smiles and Alex rolls his eyes.
Liz appears with two more coffees and a smile.
“So do we know what we’d like?” she asks, bright and cheerful.
“I think just three specials,” Abraham says and Liz nods.
“So I’ve…” he starts and his voice drifts off, Alex hates having his back to the door, but they all three can’t sit on one side of the booth so they can all have door in their line of sight.
“I thought that was you,” comes from behind him and Alex swallows thickly when Jesse Manes appears at the end of their table.
He looks completely different and utterly the same all once.
“Jesse,” Tripp says, Alex swears he can feel the tension in the way he’s holding himself, “my dad Abraham, my son Alex,” he says and Jesse smiles at them.
“Nice to meet you,” he says and his smile is congenial enough that it kind of throws him for a loop.
“Dad’s got the to go containers the Sheriff ordered ready,” Liz says, shifting past Jesse to start laying plates down in front of them.
“You guys staying in town long? It’d be nice to introduce you to my boys, they didn’t get much in the way of family from either my side or their mom’s side so…” Jesse shrugs, like it doesn’t mean anything. Alex hates that his first instinct is that it’s a trap of some sort.
Even though this Jesse Manes has no reason to be setting a trap for them.
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It’s been less then twelve hours since Max and Kyle told them, but Isobel is all in on planning their wedding.
Nora is fairly certain that someone is going to have to rein her in and since she knows Max will just let her plan whatever she wants and Kyle will go along with it because he’s certainly not going to be the one to say the words no to her.
She thinks they’d be okay with getting married in jeans and flannels, she’ll be honestly shocked if they end up having a ceremony at all and not just running away and eloping.
“They’re never going to go for the tuxes, are they?” Isobel asks from where she’s flipping through a bridal magazine with one hand and tapping away at her laptop with the other.
“I think they’ll elope the minute formal wedding and tuxes come out of your mouth,” Michael says from where he’s sitting on the other side of the table, coffee cup in hand watching his sister with fond eyes. The phone sitting face up next to his left hand vibrates on the table and he glances at the screen. “Got a video conference in ten.”
“We’ll keep the party to a dull roar,” Isobel says absently and she doesn’t look up to see Michael rolling his eyes at her though she does know her brother well enough to snap her fingers at him.
“So what’s this I hear about you and Rosa talking again?” she asks once Michael has wandered off towards his office with coffee cup in hand. Isobel glares at the doorway before looking over at her.
“He didn’t tell me anything,” Nora smiles, “I just know how to read your schedule and drinks with R was on there for Monday night.”
“It was nothing, just…” Isobel’s mouth twists and she bites at her lower lip. Louise did that as well and its times like these that Nora desperately misses Louise and wishes that they could have figured out a way for her to have more than a few random weeks with the children before she died.
Wishes she could see what a smart, beautiful young woman her daughter has grown into.
“Max is getting married and Michael is either going to end up chiseling away at all of Alex’s iron walls or with a restraining order and,” Isobel twirls her pen in her hand and when Nora really focuses on her she can see a lost expression on her face.
She reaches out and lays her hand across Isobel’s, squeezes her fingers tightly.
“I don’t want to be alone,” Isobel says softly, “I want what they have and the closest I ever got to it was when I was with Rosa.”
“You still have me and Maria and Mimi,” Nora reminds her, “and your brothers aren’t going anywhere, Max will still be here and Michael will still be here. There’ll just be a few added members of our family.”
“I know that,” Isobel says, her fingers twitch within Nora’s. “And we’re just talking, trying to figure out if we can even get to a place where… I hurt her, she says I didn’t but I know I did and if I try to forget that I’ve got Maria reminding me that if I do that again she’ll take me down a peg or two even if we are family.”
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“I love my sister,” Max says when Kyle walks in the front door. He shrugs off his jacket, puts his keys on the hook by the door that Max hung there expressly for that purpose. When he walks into the living room he can see Max slumped in a chair, he hasn’t even changed out of his uniform yet.
“Well she’s your sister,” Kyle says, he’s glad he and Rosa were well past the age where everyone expected them to immediately bond to each other as siblings when they found out that she was his half-sister. He doesn’t think mom, dad or Arturo will ever forgive Helena for hiding that fact from them.
He’s only met her a half dozen times, but he thinks she doesn’t really care one way or another.
“I’m reminding myself that she is, because otherwise,” Max waves his phone in Kyle’s direction. “Twenty-seven texts today about wedding stuff that I don’t care about.”
“She’s not letting you get married in jeans, a flannel and a cowboy hat no matter how much you want to,” Kyle says, he runs his hand over Max’s head, pulling it back slightly so he can press a kiss to his forehead.
“You just want to see me dressed up,” Max says, he clasps Kyle’s hand and draws him around the chair.
“I’m not sitting in your lap,” Kyle says as he sits on the edge of the coffee table when Max pouts at him. “That chair is older than both of us combined and it’s a wonder we haven’t broken it yet.”
They’d found it at an estate sale right after they bought the house, and if they’re going to curl up together on any piece of furniture in Kyle’s opinion it’s always going to be the couch that is big enough to hold two adult men and not make him fear for the bodily injuries that would occur if it crumbles under them.
“And I do like seeing you dressed up,” Kyle says, leaning forward as Max does so he can nuzzle at his cheek as Max lays a warm hand across the back of his neck. “I kind of think this might be a nice redo of prom and hopefully neither one of us will end up with a black eye or a bloody lip at the end of the night.”
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