FIC: Roswell New Mexico - Lost to Time 14/?
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 14/?
Nora isn’t sure what to do with those that Alex and Tripp have sent their way. She knows that she and Louise are meant to protect them but at this point it at times feels like they can barely protect themselves.
“What even was their plan for us?” Louise asks as they watch the others sit grouped around the backsteps, soaking up the sun and being quiet.
They’re all so very quiet it’s unnerving. She knows almost all of them by sight, and it’s distressing that some that she’d expected to have survived don’t seem to have.
But they really don’t have time to mourn either, they have thirteen new heads that they need to integrate them into town in a way that won’t have them all going back into the literal prison that Alex and Tripp have rescued them from.
Either that or they need to move them to somewhere else, somewhere private and quiet where the townspeople that watch them with suspicious eyes because they’re two women that are living alone in a house together with no men attached to them won’t whisper about them behind their hands when they go into town for supplies.
“It would have been helpful if they would have sent along instructions since we seem to be operating strictly upon their whims right now,” Nora breathes out loudly, folding her arms over her chest.
Louise doesn’t say anything and while Nora doesn’t say anything she also knows that Louise’s silence means knows more then she’s letting on.
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“So where are we going?” Alex asks, he gets the front passenger seat because of his leg. Even though both men know that he can and has ridden in the backseat before.
“Looking at houses,” Abraham says absently and Alex stares at him, turns his body as much as a fastened seat belt will allow him to in order to look at Tripp.
Who doesn’t look surprised by that statement at all, which means they’re both in on it.
“He had some good points about security and how the hotel isn’t going to fulfill our needs long term,” Tripp says.
“We own a house already,” Alex says, he shouldn’t need to remind either one of them of that fact. They were all three together when they bought it and that house is the place that Alex has stayed in the longest. It’s his home, even if he spent most of the time in that home frozen in sleep inside a pod.
“And we still do, still will,” Abraham says, “but that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have a place that we can secure to our specifications in Roswell as well.”
“You’ve already bought a place, haven’t you,” Alex says, he doesn’t ask. He knows that expression on Abraham’s face.
“I’ve been in contact with a lovely young lady for several weeks and I gave her my list of requirements and she was able to find one that met them,” he says and Alex finally focuses on where they’re going.
The streets they’re on, he hadn’t even realized that he’d relaxed enough to not be paying attention to his surroundings, they’re familiar.
So familiar and he has to force himself to take even breaths when Abraham pulls the car into a driveway of a house that was his home.
“Abraham…” he starts and Abraham shakes his head.
“Grandpa, or gramps or GP,” Abraham says. “Something we should all try and become more comfortable with lest you want to discuss with Jesse Manes why you refer to your father as Tripp and your grandfather as Abraham, he strikes me as the type to ask those questions.”
Alex shakes his head, the thought of discussing anything with Jesse leaves him feeling like he did when he was a teenager and spending more time actively trying to get out of family dinners that towards the end were him and his dad glaring at each other over the kitchen table.
“GP?” he asks, instead of responding to the other statement.
“We had a very trying couple of months where grandpa wasn’t ‘cool’ enough, so I was GP until you realized that your friends really didn’t care what you called your grandfather, they were just much more interested in why you didn’t have a mom and why your father was never around.”
“So I was the class freak, great…” Alex rolls his eyes and ignores the twisting in his heart at the realization that it was because of his actions that this Alex didn’t have to grow up under Jesse Manes’ dictatorial thumb, but that he also didn’t grow up with Liz and Maria and Rosa and Kyle.
“More the class oddity, I think in tenth grade you had just about your entire class believing your father was some international spy, I had to have a lengthy conversation with your Principal and guidance counselors on how your father was just a plain old military man that was deployed more often than not.”
“I think I would rather have been an international spy,” Tripp says from the backseat.
“Well you were sleeping in the basement, though I’ll be sure to take that into consideration for the next time,” Abraham says with raised eyebrows, even though they all know that there won’t be any need for the pods in the future.
The real estate agent must have noticed the car pull into the driveway as she’s standing in the open doorway with a bag over a shoulder and phone in one hand and thick folder in the other. She looks like she’s trying to decide if she should approach the car or wait and Abraham solves the issue by unclicking his seatbelt and opening his door.
“If you don’t like it…” Tripp starts and Alex shakes his head.
He unbuckles himself and opens the door, surveys the house while Abraham and the real estate agent shake hands by the door.
The whole house looks a bit more faded, it’s a year past when Alex had bought it before. No one has planted bushes by the front step or replaced the front shutters.
“Now if this one doesn’t meet your requirements I have a few others that you might want to look at,” she’s saying when Alex steps up next them, Tripp at his shoulder.
“Can we look inside?” he asks and she smiles approvingly.
“Of course, I can give you a tour if you’d like but some buyers like to do their initial walk through without someone prattling in their ear,” she says.
“If we have any questions…” Abraham is saying when Alex steps inside the open front door.
It’s empty, all the furniture long since removed and he can see all the places he’d done work that will have to be redone.
A hole in the wall by the front door. Faded paint in all the rooms. The agent then had tried to talk him out of buying it, probably seeing it as a money pit that he’d just toss money into. She hadn’t understood that he’d walked into that house and he could see all the ways that it could be a home.
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Jenna gets dragged along behind Max when he goes to The Wild Pony after work, she’s back riding a desk while the Sheriff watches her with close eyes to make sure she doesn’t die at it.
“They don’t know I already told you so if you could…” Max mimes zipping his lips and she rolls her eyes at him.
“You know your sister and Maria are literal psychics, right?” she asks.
“Yeah, but mom is all about consent and you don’t go dipping into someone’s mind without asking for permission first, so unless you’re broadcasting it at them we should be good.”
“Sure,” Jenna drawls slowly, it’s already dark out but the parking lot at The Wild Pony is only half full.
She can already hear the music when the approach the door and the bouncer is standing there, the big muscled Chad that is a teddy bear. He claps a big hand on Max’s shoulder and grins at him.
“Hear congratulations are in order,” he says with a wide toothy grin.
“Yeah,” Max says. “Maria told you, huh?”
“She was real pleased, something about two fools finally figuring their shit out, didn’t say any names but she only really refers to you and the doc as the fools so didn’t take much to piece it together.”
“We were keeping it hushed up until Jenna and Mimi got back,” Max says, gesturing over at Jenna.
“Well if anyone in there gives you guys a hard time you let me know, been a while since I’ve had to boot anyone out.”
“Will do,” Max taps two fingers against his forehead in a mock salute and wraps a hand around Jenna’s arm to pull her into the bar.
“Still don’t understand what Maria sees in him,” he mutters as they stop right inside the doorway.
“I know it’s only been Kyle for you, for like years or something, but guy built like that…” Jenna smirks at Max’s low flush.
“I mean she deserves something more than phenomenal sex, right?”
“I see,” Jenna nods and internally she’s scanning exits, “you’re at the getting married so everyone else should be getting married stage, you know it doesn’t work like that, right?”
“No, I know that, I mean Is and Rosa just started talking again, and I don’t think Maria really wants to marry Chad out there, I hope. And Liz is doing that long distance maybe engaged maybe not thing with her doctor friend in Colorado and Michael is…”
“Working on the restraining order from Alex?”
“He said he’d tone it down, but I don’t know if I can trust him about that. And then there’s you…” Max starts he waves at where Kyle is sitting at a table with Isobel and Liz, Rosa is over by the bar heads bent close together with Maria.
“If you try and set me up with someone, when the Sheriff lets me have my gun back I will shoot you in the ass,” she says heading in the direction of the table.
There’s already enough chairs for all of them pulled around the table, including the missing Michael and one extra.
“Where’s Michael?” Max asks and Isobel and Liz look up from the notebook open in front of both of them.
“His video conference thing ran over, he said he’d come over when it was done,” Isobel says, Rosa appears on her other side with beers on a tray, Maria beside her with another tray with shots. Rosa slides into the seat beside Isobel while Maria stays standing.
“The shots are for when Michael gets here,” Maria says, “don’t know how busy it’s going to be so…”
Her voice trails off and Jenna turns to glance at the entrance, where Alex is standing there looking like he’s going to bolt if someone even breathes at him.
Jenna has literally never seen him look so out of place, even when they were in the past trying to navigate societal rules of a time they didn’t understand at all.
She doesn’t even think about it, just pushes back her chair and stands up, goes to intercept him before he can turn on his heel and leave.
“Alex,” she says softly, and she doesn’t touch him. He’s holding himself in that stiff way that means he’s not going to accept any sort of touch with grace and might actually lash out.
“Hey Jenna,” he manages after a few seconds, he looks so lost and he’s pointedly not looking past her at the table full of people who were once upon a time closer to him than anyone else in his life.
Now he has her; he has Tripp and Nora and Mimi, and whoever Abraham is.
None of the people at the table have the first idea of who he is besides the fact that he went through a huge effort to make sure there wasn’t a him in the first place.
“Come on,” she says, she holds out her hand and just watches him. “They’re doing celebratory drinks because Max and Kyle are getting married.”
“Max and Kyle are getting married…” he blinks at her, voice faint and slightly incredulous.
“Yeah, so come have a beer with us.”
“Jenna…”
“Michael’s not even here yet, come have a beer, meet all your favorite people over again, laugh at how utterly ridiculously in love with each other Max and Kyle are and wonder what on earth happened to make that a thing instead of the Max and Liz ridiculousness we were subjected to.”
Alex looks at her, looks over his shoulder and finally takes her hand loosely and allows himself to be drawn in that direction.
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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 14/?
Nora isn’t sure what to do with those that Alex and Tripp have sent their way. She knows that she and Louise are meant to protect them but at this point it at times feels like they can barely protect themselves.
“What even was their plan for us?” Louise asks as they watch the others sit grouped around the backsteps, soaking up the sun and being quiet.
They’re all so very quiet it’s unnerving. She knows almost all of them by sight, and it’s distressing that some that she’d expected to have survived don’t seem to have.
But they really don’t have time to mourn either, they have thirteen new heads that they need to integrate them into town in a way that won’t have them all going back into the literal prison that Alex and Tripp have rescued them from.
Either that or they need to move them to somewhere else, somewhere private and quiet where the townspeople that watch them with suspicious eyes because they’re two women that are living alone in a house together with no men attached to them won’t whisper about them behind their hands when they go into town for supplies.
“It would have been helpful if they would have sent along instructions since we seem to be operating strictly upon their whims right now,” Nora breathes out loudly, folding her arms over her chest.
Louise doesn’t say anything and while Nora doesn’t say anything she also knows that Louise’s silence means knows more then she’s letting on.
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“So where are we going?” Alex asks, he gets the front passenger seat because of his leg. Even though both men know that he can and has ridden in the backseat before.
“Looking at houses,” Abraham says absently and Alex stares at him, turns his body as much as a fastened seat belt will allow him to in order to look at Tripp.
Who doesn’t look surprised by that statement at all, which means they’re both in on it.
“He had some good points about security and how the hotel isn’t going to fulfill our needs long term,” Tripp says.
“We own a house already,” Alex says, he shouldn’t need to remind either one of them of that fact. They were all three together when they bought it and that house is the place that Alex has stayed in the longest. It’s his home, even if he spent most of the time in that home frozen in sleep inside a pod.
“And we still do, still will,” Abraham says, “but that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have a place that we can secure to our specifications in Roswell as well.”
“You’ve already bought a place, haven’t you,” Alex says, he doesn’t ask. He knows that expression on Abraham’s face.
“I’ve been in contact with a lovely young lady for several weeks and I gave her my list of requirements and she was able to find one that met them,” he says and Alex finally focuses on where they’re going.
The streets they’re on, he hadn’t even realized that he’d relaxed enough to not be paying attention to his surroundings, they’re familiar.
So familiar and he has to force himself to take even breaths when Abraham pulls the car into a driveway of a house that was his home.
“Abraham…” he starts and Abraham shakes his head.
“Grandpa, or gramps or GP,” Abraham says. “Something we should all try and become more comfortable with lest you want to discuss with Jesse Manes why you refer to your father as Tripp and your grandfather as Abraham, he strikes me as the type to ask those questions.”
Alex shakes his head, the thought of discussing anything with Jesse leaves him feeling like he did when he was a teenager and spending more time actively trying to get out of family dinners that towards the end were him and his dad glaring at each other over the kitchen table.
“GP?” he asks, instead of responding to the other statement.
“We had a very trying couple of months where grandpa wasn’t ‘cool’ enough, so I was GP until you realized that your friends really didn’t care what you called your grandfather, they were just much more interested in why you didn’t have a mom and why your father was never around.”
“So I was the class freak, great…” Alex rolls his eyes and ignores the twisting in his heart at the realization that it was because of his actions that this Alex didn’t have to grow up under Jesse Manes’ dictatorial thumb, but that he also didn’t grow up with Liz and Maria and Rosa and Kyle.
“More the class oddity, I think in tenth grade you had just about your entire class believing your father was some international spy, I had to have a lengthy conversation with your Principal and guidance counselors on how your father was just a plain old military man that was deployed more often than not.”
“I think I would rather have been an international spy,” Tripp says from the backseat.
“Well you were sleeping in the basement, though I’ll be sure to take that into consideration for the next time,” Abraham says with raised eyebrows, even though they all know that there won’t be any need for the pods in the future.
The real estate agent must have noticed the car pull into the driveway as she’s standing in the open doorway with a bag over a shoulder and phone in one hand and thick folder in the other. She looks like she’s trying to decide if she should approach the car or wait and Abraham solves the issue by unclicking his seatbelt and opening his door.
“If you don’t like it…” Tripp starts and Alex shakes his head.
He unbuckles himself and opens the door, surveys the house while Abraham and the real estate agent shake hands by the door.
The whole house looks a bit more faded, it’s a year past when Alex had bought it before. No one has planted bushes by the front step or replaced the front shutters.
“Now if this one doesn’t meet your requirements I have a few others that you might want to look at,” she’s saying when Alex steps up next them, Tripp at his shoulder.
“Can we look inside?” he asks and she smiles approvingly.
“Of course, I can give you a tour if you’d like but some buyers like to do their initial walk through without someone prattling in their ear,” she says.
“If we have any questions…” Abraham is saying when Alex steps inside the open front door.
It’s empty, all the furniture long since removed and he can see all the places he’d done work that will have to be redone.
A hole in the wall by the front door. Faded paint in all the rooms. The agent then had tried to talk him out of buying it, probably seeing it as a money pit that he’d just toss money into. She hadn’t understood that he’d walked into that house and he could see all the ways that it could be a home.
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Jenna gets dragged along behind Max when he goes to The Wild Pony after work, she’s back riding a desk while the Sheriff watches her with close eyes to make sure she doesn’t die at it.
“They don’t know I already told you so if you could…” Max mimes zipping his lips and she rolls her eyes at him.
“You know your sister and Maria are literal psychics, right?” she asks.
“Yeah, but mom is all about consent and you don’t go dipping into someone’s mind without asking for permission first, so unless you’re broadcasting it at them we should be good.”
“Sure,” Jenna drawls slowly, it’s already dark out but the parking lot at The Wild Pony is only half full.
She can already hear the music when the approach the door and the bouncer is standing there, the big muscled Chad that is a teddy bear. He claps a big hand on Max’s shoulder and grins at him.
“Hear congratulations are in order,” he says with a wide toothy grin.
“Yeah,” Max says. “Maria told you, huh?”
“She was real pleased, something about two fools finally figuring their shit out, didn’t say any names but she only really refers to you and the doc as the fools so didn’t take much to piece it together.”
“We were keeping it hushed up until Jenna and Mimi got back,” Max says, gesturing over at Jenna.
“Well if anyone in there gives you guys a hard time you let me know, been a while since I’ve had to boot anyone out.”
“Will do,” Max taps two fingers against his forehead in a mock salute and wraps a hand around Jenna’s arm to pull her into the bar.
“Still don’t understand what Maria sees in him,” he mutters as they stop right inside the doorway.
“I know it’s only been Kyle for you, for like years or something, but guy built like that…” Jenna smirks at Max’s low flush.
“I mean she deserves something more than phenomenal sex, right?”
“I see,” Jenna nods and internally she’s scanning exits, “you’re at the getting married so everyone else should be getting married stage, you know it doesn’t work like that, right?”
“No, I know that, I mean Is and Rosa just started talking again, and I don’t think Maria really wants to marry Chad out there, I hope. And Liz is doing that long distance maybe engaged maybe not thing with her doctor friend in Colorado and Michael is…”
“Working on the restraining order from Alex?”
“He said he’d tone it down, but I don’t know if I can trust him about that. And then there’s you…” Max starts he waves at where Kyle is sitting at a table with Isobel and Liz, Rosa is over by the bar heads bent close together with Maria.
“If you try and set me up with someone, when the Sheriff lets me have my gun back I will shoot you in the ass,” she says heading in the direction of the table.
There’s already enough chairs for all of them pulled around the table, including the missing Michael and one extra.
“Where’s Michael?” Max asks and Isobel and Liz look up from the notebook open in front of both of them.
“His video conference thing ran over, he said he’d come over when it was done,” Isobel says, Rosa appears on her other side with beers on a tray, Maria beside her with another tray with shots. Rosa slides into the seat beside Isobel while Maria stays standing.
“The shots are for when Michael gets here,” Maria says, “don’t know how busy it’s going to be so…”
Her voice trails off and Jenna turns to glance at the entrance, where Alex is standing there looking like he’s going to bolt if someone even breathes at him.
Jenna has literally never seen him look so out of place, even when they were in the past trying to navigate societal rules of a time they didn’t understand at all.
She doesn’t even think about it, just pushes back her chair and stands up, goes to intercept him before he can turn on his heel and leave.
“Alex,” she says softly, and she doesn’t touch him. He’s holding himself in that stiff way that means he’s not going to accept any sort of touch with grace and might actually lash out.
“Hey Jenna,” he manages after a few seconds, he looks so lost and he’s pointedly not looking past her at the table full of people who were once upon a time closer to him than anyone else in his life.
Now he has her; he has Tripp and Nora and Mimi, and whoever Abraham is.
None of the people at the table have the first idea of who he is besides the fact that he went through a huge effort to make sure there wasn’t a him in the first place.
“Come on,” she says, she holds out her hand and just watches him. “They’re doing celebratory drinks because Max and Kyle are getting married.”
“Max and Kyle are getting married…” he blinks at her, voice faint and slightly incredulous.
“Yeah, so come have a beer with us.”
“Jenna…”
“Michael’s not even here yet, come have a beer, meet all your favorite people over again, laugh at how utterly ridiculously in love with each other Max and Kyle are and wonder what on earth happened to make that a thing instead of the Max and Liz ridiculousness we were subjected to.”
Alex looks at her, looks over his shoulder and finally takes her hand loosely and allows himself to be drawn in that direction.
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