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pastelwitchling · 2 months
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I would like to read something about teen Malex, e.g. how did max found about them
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              It was an accident. Max was never one to pry into his siblings’ business or their lives, not if they didn’t really need him to. He might’ve pushed when he knew one of them was having a tough time, but he would never have forced himself into their private moments, and definitely not their very private love lives, but . . .
              His brother Michael really wasn’t the least bit subtle. Max was sure Michael thought he was being subtle, that he’d nailed the indifferent façade, but maybe Max just knew him too well? Maybe he was always watching Michael for any sign of exhaustion or hunger or pain that he now knew when Michael was unbearably, undeniably happy and, for the first time in his life, hopeful. Which he was, and Max attributed the new joy to one person.
              “Is that Alex Manes?” Michael asked once, hoping his voice sounded casual enough as Liz and Alex approached.
“Yeah,” Max said. “Why, you know him?”
Michael scoffed, shrugging a single shoulder. “How would I?” Then, “You know those rumors going around about him, right?”
Max stared. He never took his brother for a homophobe, and he didn’t think that was why Michael was asking now. Still, he didn’t think Michael wanted to be called out on it, so he just said, “Uh huh,” and left it that, fully aware that Michael was probably hoping he’d confirm them. Max, however, had seen plenty of the crap that Alex had had to put up with from jerks like Valenti, even had to step in a time or two – not that Alex ever really needed his help – and he didn’t think it was his place to make assumptions or nudge anyone out of the closet.
Michael didn’t seem to care, his thoughts lost to Alex as he pretended not to watch him come closer.
Michael had lingered around Max, glancing so often at the school’s entrance, just as he did now. For anyone who didn’t know Michael, they might’ve missed the way his eyes lingered on Alex, the way his eyes brightened and his chest puffed out a bit, the way he swallowed nervously, even as a faint smile tugged at his lips.
              Max, unfortunately, knew him well so he noticed. Alex himself, however, had not.
              “Hey, Max,” Liz greeted, and Max’s heart gave a little thump at her smile. He raised a hand in greeting and nudged his chin up at Alex in hello. Alex’s cheery conversation with Liz had all but faded as he nodded in acknowledgment and looked away. Max didn’t like to think of them as strangers, but Alex was very picky about who he let into his inner circle, and Max wanted to respect that.
              “Hi, Michael,” Liz said, equally kind, and Michael grunted, eyes sliding to Alex every so often. Max doubted that Michael even knew he was doing it.
              Liz asked Max about his day and vented about her own classes, and Max listened like he loved to do, but he couldn’t help but check on his brother every now and then, and every time he did, Michael’s eyes were on Alex. Michael licked his lips nervously, ran a hand through his hair, straightened his shirt as he seemed to be preparing himself to speak, but the second Alex idly glanced anywhere in his direction, his confidence wavered and his face turned red, and he all but slumped against the hood of Max’s car, dejected.
              It was so obvious that it was painful to watch. Max didn’t want to intervene, shouldn’t have intervened . . . but his brother so clearly needed him.
              “Hey, Alex,” he said, “I heard you in the music room. I didn’t know you played guitar, that’s so cool.”
              Alex narrowed his eyes, apparently trying to see if Max was mocking him or not. He must’ve decided Max was being genuinely kind and he looked away. “It’s no big deal.” Then, probably deeming that answer impolite, added, “I mean, thanks, but I still need a lot of practice. The sound isn’t turning out like I want it to.”
              Max opened his mouth to assure Alex that he really did sound great and that he was jealous he couldn’t play guitar himself, but hey, guess who could? Before he could say any of that though, Michael jumped in as though eager to be the one who spoke more to Alex.
              “Th-Then maybe your strings just need tuning – I could fix that for you, I’m good with that stuff,” he said, realized how eager he sounded, and scoffed. “I guess? If you really want me to, I mean.”
              Max resisted the urge to groan. Didn’t Michael know how relentlessly Alex was teased? How accustomed he was to taking care of himself, especially as the only bullied Manes in the school? Feigning indifference now wasn’t going to do Michael any favors! Just like Max predicted, Alex’s frown deepened and he looked almost insulted.
              “Well, gee,” he said dryly, “I’d hate to take up any time in your precious schedule, Guerin.”
              Michael’s eyes widened. “N-No, I didn’t –”
              “I’m good, thanks,” he said, voice cold and eyes colder. “See you, Liz. Bye, Max.”
              Max and Liz murmured the same back, and Max was sure that had Alex not intended to specifically exclude Michael, he wouldn’t have mentioned Max by name. As he walked away, Michael seemed to know that himself. He stood there for a couple of seconds before he gruffly bid Max a “later,” and stomped away.
              Liz didn’t seem to notice the tension between Alex and Michael, but she had noticed Michael was upset. “What’s wrong with Michael?” she asked, genuinely concerned. “Is he okay?”
              “Yeah, he’s fine,” Max sighed. “Just a complete idiot.”
              “No way!” Michael argued as Alex fell over on the couch, laughing his head off even as it lay in Michael’s lap. “That is not how you found out!”
              Max grinned against the mouth of his beer bottle. When he had decided to visit Michael and Alex for a late night, he hadn’t expected the conversation to veer towards this, but it was nice to finally talk about it.
              “You’re right,” he scoffed. “I figured it out way earlier when I realized how much you liked staring at Alex when you thought no one was looking. But that is the moment I realized how bad you had it.”
              “Aww,” Alex managed as his laughter died down, his face red. “Baby, that’s so cute!”
              “That –” Michael sputtered, “that’s not –”
              “Michael, you didn’t get nervous like that around anyone,” Max said, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m surprised half the school didn’t notice.”
              “That’s so cute,” Alex groaned, face hidden behind his hands, “I think I’m going to die.”
              That set Max off, which in turn set Alex off all over again, and Michael sat there with his tongue in his cheek as his husband and brother laughed at him.
              “Okay, fine,” Michael huffed, shaking Alex by the shoulders, but not enough to move him off his lap. “When did you fall for me then? You can’t tell me you never looked back.”
              “Oh I looked back,” Alex ended on a deep sigh, hugging Michael’s legs, comfortable and warm and happy as he turned his face into Michael’s thighs. “Always always always always always. Every time you looked away, I looked back.”
              Michael softened, and his face flushed, pleased. Still, he looked like he was insistent on being grumpy, so he grumbled, “Yeah, you better have.”
              Max tilted his head at Michael as he laid back on the couch cushions, relaxed himself. It really was too easy to read his brother. Even over a decade later, there was still absolutely nothing subtle about his love for Alex.
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Happy malex Monday ❤️
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pleasantfanartist · 7 months
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From the fic A Better Man by @wle0416
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smilingbuckley · 2 months
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Noooo as if I didn't have ENOUGH ideas I just got the SAME idea for both Malex and Buddie.
Baby fever.
Do I experience it myself? Na-ah, no babies for me, thanks. But one glance at Buck with a baby and I'm like, 'Ohh Eddie’s gonna get baby fever'
AND THEN I'm like, but what if Malex gets baby fever. Like Michael holds one and Alex melts, or the other way around.
Someone save me from my mind
Update: I got yet another fic for 911 oopa
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notsowrites · 3 months
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where every wish comes true
Summary: Alex wants everything to be perfect for his first Christmas with Michael.
A/N: my humble contribution to this year's @rnm-secret-santa for @dr-lemurr
[read it on AO3]
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Because the holidays have never been a big deal to Alex, he has a basic amount of Christmas decorations - a wreath for the front door, a fake tree that he usually puts up in front of the window in the study, and enough ornaments and decorations to make the tree look festive. It's basically the extent to which he feels is enough “holiday cheer.” He and Maria exchange gifts - a tradition between the two of them since they were kids. Even when he was overseas during the holidays, he'd always make sure she got sent something he knew she wanted but couldn't justify the expense for herself. Since he understood that money was difficult for her, particularly given Mimi’s medical bills. 
But in all their years together, their on and off again relationship with no discernible beginning or end points, Alex realizes that he and Michael have never shared the holiday together in any way.
And of course, everything is different now. Never before have they been in a committed relationship like this, one that others around them know about, and one where Alex feels like he can be public about his feelings for Michael. The pendant of alien glass around his neck, laying against his chest, feels like a promise that Alex intends to make good on one day.
The first problem he encounters this year, however, is where to put the tree. Typically he just rearranges the study, moving the couch from under the windows to against the wall, and putting the tree there instead. It's only temporary, and it makes the house feel a tiny bit more festive.
But when he drags the box out of the storage, and stands in the open doorway to the study, Alex realizes he doesn't want to keep the tree out of the way this year.
Wanting is something he's teaching himself is okay - he's allowed to be selfish. He's allowed to do things and desire things simply because they make him happy. And right now, he wants to put the Christmas tree in the living room, because he wants to be able to cuddle with Michael on the couch, with the fireplace going, and really see if all that fuss about coziness is actually true. There's simply never been the opportunity before where it was possible, and now that it is, Alex finds he wants to experience it for himself.
“There's nowhere to put it,” he whines to Maria on the phone, standing in the middle of the living room, surveying the furniture.
“And the study is not an option?”
Alex sighs, glancing down the hallway, the reasons floating through his mind. “No.”
“So we just need to figure out a different spot for you,” Maria replies, sounding much more confident than Alex feels. There's another voice in the background, and Alex can just make out Maria explaining his dilemma, realizing after a moment that she’s speaking to Rosa.
“Is that Rosa? I can call back-”
“She says you're overthinking it,” Maria pushes on, ignoring him. “And I agree with her.”
“Great,” he grumbles, falling down on the sofa and staring up at the ceiling. 
Overthinking is something that he knows he does on occasion, especially in regards to Michael. Because Alex can’t think of any time in his professional life - a decade in the Air Force, including officer school and two completed tours - where he’s had the same doubts and worries. Things just always seemed easier when he can fall back on facts and logic.
And Michael, well. Alex knows his feelings for Michael are sometimes anything but logical.
“What about in that space next to the dining table?” Maria asks, pulling him out of his thoughts. 
Alex glances over where there’s a potted plant in the corner near the doors that lead out to the patio; the decor in the wall alcoves; and the guitar he has leaning in the corner near his bedroom doorway. It might work, he thinks, but it’d be a tight fit. And he doesn’t really want the tree to be sticking out awkwardly, especially if he’s putting it somewhere he might trip over coming out of the bedroom.
“No, I don’t think so.”
There’s a bit of shuffling on the other end of the line, and then Alex hears Rosa loud and clear, realizing he’s been put on speaker.
“What about in that corner? Next to the sofa?”
Alex twists to look to his right where the end table is currently placed. It’s a large enough space in the corner if he moves the table and the plant - but isn’t the point of this to be able to see the tree while sitting on the couch? It really would just look like it was shoved into the only available spot between the couch and his keyboard bench.
“The couch would be in the way.”
Rosa sighs, rather loudly, and says something that Alex can’t quite make out, probably meant only for Maria anyway. While he listens to them chatter amongst themselves, he wonders about next to the fireplace, but figures there probably isn’t enough room and the tree would cover part of the TV - and it’d definitely make it harder to get to the record player. 
“Are you up for moving some furniture?” Rosa asks after a moment. “Because I think I have an idea, if I remember your house correctly, and Maria says I am.”
Not letting himself get too hopeful, Alex nods his head as if she can see him. “Yeah, if it’ll make this whole thing work.”
“Move your keyboard bench.”
For a moment, Alex wants to argue and ask where he’s going to put his music set-up in the meantime, but the answer is obvious. If he moves the keyboard, and his audio equipment into the study, they can go against the wall where he typically puts the couch when the tree is in there. It feels like such a simple solution, he’s annoyed at himself for not thinking of it. 
“You two are geniuses,” he replies quickly, pushing himself up off the sofa. “Love you both, but I gotta go.”
He hears the two of them giggling on the other end, and ends the call. 
None of the furniture he needs to move is actually heavy, thankfully. And he hopes he can get it done before Michael gets home - because he’d like to be able to at least have the tree up. First, he gets the bench - it’s the smallest and lightest part. Then all of the smaller items - the guitars, the sound mixing equipment, the speakers, and finally - the keyboard itself. The table, however, presents its own dilemma. It’s a little too big, and a little too awkward in size for him to lift all on his own.
Alex falls back onto the sofa, frustrated with himself and his own limitations, when he hears the front door open, close, followed then by the familiar sound of Michael’s boots on the floor.
“Rearranging?” Michael asks, and Alex turns slowly to look over at him, noticing the way he’s taking in the emptiness of the space where his instrument set up used to be.
“Trying.”
Michael nods his head, glancing around the living room and dining room, as if looking for something. “Where’d the rest of it go?”
“In the study.” 
He watches as Michael disappears out of view, his footsteps receding down the hallway, and then back towards him, as if Michael had needed to see for himself where the missing equipment had gone. 
“So we just need to move the table?” Michael finally asks, sitting down on the coffee table and sliding over until he’s across from Alex, reaching out and taking his hands in his, letting their fingers slide together. “Any particular reason for this change? You seemed pretty settled in how you had the house set up.”
Alex lifts his left hand, along with Michael’s, and motions vaguely towards the box with the Christmas tree that’s on the floor next to the dining table.
“I thought - I think it'd be nice to be able to enjoy the tree out here.” Alex doesn't know why his own reasoning feels dumb - it's his own home. A house he bought with his own money and has worked to furnish how he wants. “Since it's our first Christmas together.”
Slowly, a smile spreads across Michael's face, as he gently tugs Alex's hands towards him. Alex goes, letting himself be pulled forward until Michael is pressing their lips together - once, twice, three times. The smile never leaving his face, either.
Alex pulls one hand out of Michael's grasp, reaching out to slide it up along Michael's chest to cup his face, letting the tips of his fingers slide into the curls at the back of Michael's neck. His hair is longer - obviously in need of a trim, but Alex likes something about it like this as well. 
Especially when it means watching that one stubborn curl fall over Michael's eyes as he works. Or as he cooks. Or even as he's just talking while they're sitting on the patio chairs outside, Michael telling him about the dreams he had as a child, searching for home in the night sky.
“So where’d you put it last year?”
“Uh, the study,” he replies with a sigh, still frustrated with himself. “Christmas was never a big affair growing up. And here I just - I never saw much reason to go all out on decorating.”
Michael’s eyes go soft, and Alex feels a little less like an idiot for admitting something like this. 
“Max and Isobel always tried - especially when we were kids,” Michael says, his attention drifting back down to their hands, letting his fingers drift lightly across the skin. “Think they wanted to make sure I felt included. Never really got a real Christmas otherwise.”
Alex’s heart breaks for the childhood Michael should have been able to have growing up. That he’d been left to fend for himself so often in ways that no child should have had to do.
“That’s why I wanted to tree in here,” Alex tries again, gently tugging at Michael’s hands, pulling him towards where he’s sitting on the couch. He smiles at the easy way Michael moves, first pinning him against the back as their lips meet, sliding onto his lap and dropping his hands. Michael’s hands slide up to cup his face, kissing him over and over again as Alex drops his hands to his thighs. He doesn’t stop his hips from bucking up against Michael.
“Good thing for you,” Michael says after a moment, pulling away and Alex feels his hands drop down flat against his chest as he looks up to see a familiar smirk, “that your boyfriend is an alien who can move things with his mind.”
It’s always fascinating for Alex to watch Michael use his abilities, watching as the table slowly glides across the floor of the living room, freeing up the empty space in front of the bay window. 
Between the two of them, they carefully get the table moved into the study, and set everything to rights with his equipment, which seems to calm the remaining nerves Alex had about everything. 
Getting the tree together is easiest, the two of them laughing as they try and fluff the branches out enough to make it look somewhat like a tree before decorating it in the small collection of ornaments Alex has purchased and collected through the last several years. He sits on the coffee table to sort through the containers, Michael choosing to be the one to hang them up, taking any leads Alex chooses to give him about placement. 
And it’s then, as he watches Michael place the silver star at the top, that it hits Alex just how right all of this actually feels. How perhaps this is what has been missing for the holiday to feel like it’s more than just a date on the calendar. That perhaps next year they’ll be doing this not as boyfriends, but as husbands instead.
Husbands, Alex repeats to himself. Because he’d asked Michael to marry him, and Michael had said yes.
He watches as Michael effortlessly gets a fire going in the fireplace, fascinated by the way the flames burst from his hand, the logs lighting with minimal effort. 
“Is that why you run hot?” Alex can’t help but ask, raising an eyebrow at Michael and nodding at the fireplace. He knows enough about the alien’s biology to know the elevated temperature the alien’s have is related to their species, but it feels like a good moment to joke. He knows he’s tried in the past to make a similar remark in the past, but the timing hadn’t been right, and it hadn’t landed how he’d intended.
This time, however, he watches as a smile spreads across Michael’s face, his eyes lighting up in amusement. 
They settle onto the sofa, fingers laced together, Alex pushed into Michael’s side as they both take in the quiet moment around them. 
“What did you used to do for Christmas?” Michael asks, his voice quiet next to Alex. “Since coming back here?”
“Spend time with Maria and Mimi,” he replies, turning to look at Michael, noticing the way he’s focused on him, eyes bright and golden in the warm haze of the firelight. “Maria called me a grinch the first year I got back because I didn’t decorate.”
“But not this year.”
Alex shakes his head, leaning up to press a kiss to Michael’s lips. 
“No, not this year.”
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jule1122 · 3 months
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Malex Fic - Am I Giving Enough?
Happy Holidays @miniastrophysicist! I hope you enjoy your @rnm-secret-santa gift. It is a post canon fic focusing on Alex and Michael's path to adopting their first child. There is some emotional hurt/comfort, but it's mostly about them loving and supporting each other on this journey.
I did research the adoption process in New Mexico and stayed as close to it as I could, but I did add and change things to fit the story.
Thank you@angrycowboy for being a wonderfully supportive beta.
Title from "Columbia" by Local Natives
Am I Giving Enough on AO3
Summary: Michael will be a wonderful father, Alex knows this. It's his own ability to be a good parent he questions.
Michael brings it up on a Tuesday, a month after their first anniversary.  They’re sitting on the couch together, watching a documentary about echolocation in whales and bats, cuddling and stealing kisses during the commercials.  Alex knows he wants to spend the rest of his life just like this.
“I was thinking,” Michael begins as the credits roll.  
Alex turns off the television and turns to give Michael his full attention.  “About what?” he asks gently when he sees the way Michael is twisting his hands.
“I got the schedule for the adoption orientation meetings, and the one closest to Roswell is in three weeks,” he takes a deep breath and looks at Alex seriously. “I think we should go.”
It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.  Alex stares at Michael for a minute before his brain kicks back in.  “Orientation, yeah we can, I mean we should,” he stumbles.
“It’s the first step,” Michael reminds him - as if they hadn’t researched and talked about this before.  “We have to go before we can apply or anything, and this seemed like our best chance.”
“No, you’re right,” Alex squeezes Michael’s hand and tries to smooth over his misstep.  “It makes sense to go when it’s close to home.  Just send me the info, and I’ll put it in my calendar,”
“Are you sure?” Michael asks.
“Of course.  You know I should take Charlie out,” he adds before Michael can ask him any more questions.  Charlie - the retriever mix Michael brought home from the junkyard a few months ago - has been sleeping at their feet and grumbles when Alex nudges him.  But he gets up and follows Alex when he calls, sharper than he meant to, “Charlie, door.”
Michael doesn’t bring it up again, but Alex can feel the careful way Michael watches him when they get ready for bed.  He turns out the light quickly and pulls Michael close, his whispered good night a plea for Michael to leave it alone for now.
The next day Alex stops by the Wild Pony on his way home from work.  It’s early enough that he knows Maria can take a break to talk to him.  He’s barely started on his beer when she sits down across from him.
Maria studies him for a moment, narrows her eyes and demands, “What’s wrong?”
“I fucked up, with Michael,” he clarifies.  Maria doesn’t say anything, just stares at him until he starts talking again.  “He brought up adoption, and I froze.”  
“I thought you talked about kids before?”
“We have, but it was always something we would do someday.  Now Michael thinks this could be that someday, and I panicked,” Alex shrugs.  “He hasn’t said anything, but he definitely noticed.”
“So what are you going to tell him,” Maria asks.  “Have you changed your mind about wanting a family?”
“No, I still want that.  I just thought we had more time.  We’ve only been married a year, and for the first time in my life I’m really happy,” Alex can’t help smiling when he thinks about his life with Michael.  “I don’t know if I’m ready to change that.”
“Wanting more time isn’t a bad thing, and I’m sure Michael will understand.  But I don’t think that’s the only problem,” Maria adds.
“Michael’s always known what he wants - marriage, kids, a white picket fence and a dad band.  He’ll be an amazing father.”
“What about you?” Maria asks when he doesn’t say anything else.
“All I ever wanted was out, and then I wanted Michael.  I never pictured myself as a father because I don’t know what one should be.  It took me over ten years to figure out how to love Michael.  I can’t ask a child to wait for me to figure my shit out.”
“Alex,” Maria takes his hand.  “You’re being too hard on yourself.  I know you don’t see it, but you are a caretaker at heart.  Look at everything you did for Mimi, the way you welcomed Greg back into your life, all the risks you took to protect the people you love.  You may not think you know how to love people, but we all feel it.”
“Maria,” Alex looks away to hide the tears in his eyes.
“You need to talk to Michael, Alex, you know that.  You’ll be a wonderful father, if that’s what you want.  If you aren’t ready now, just be honest about that.  But if it really is fear holding you back, have more faith in yourself. Besides you already have Charlie,” Maria teases, knowing Alex needs the mood lightened.
“Charlie is a dog,” he gives Maria an unimpressed look.
“A dog with homemade food, more toys than most children and who you or Michael take to work if you think he looks lonely.”
“You might have a point,” Alex concedes with a sheepish smile. They talk for a few more minutes, general catch up, until Maria gets called back to work by one of the bartenders.  “Thank you,” Alex hugs her before he leaves, feeling more settled than when he arrived.
The house is quiet when he gets home.  Alex laughs, thinking of Maria’s teasing when he realizes Michael must have taken Charlie to the junkyard with him.  So Alex starts dinner and throws in a load of laundry.  A few minutes after he takes the lasagna out of the oven, Michael walks in, Charlie at his heels.
“Smells good,” he compliments before greeting Alex with a kiss.
“Thanks, you want to shower while it cools?”
“Only if you come with me,” Michael pulls at Alex's hand.
It’s easy to follow.  To let Michael run the water hotter than Alex would and set up the shower chair.  He pulls Michael into his lap and washes his hair for him, loving the way Michael arches into his touch.  Michael stands up long enough to wash himself quickly while Alex does the same, then he’s back in Alex’s lap.
“My turn,” he says, reaching for the shampoo.
It doesn’t take long, but Michael lingers.  Running his hands through Alex’ hair long after the shampoo is rinsed out, kissing his neck and mindlessly rolling his hips into Alex’s.  
“Let me,” Alex says when the friction is just shy of enough.  He reaches down and strokes their cocks together, everything slippery and warm, his hand gliding easily until they both come.
Michael pours them each a glass of wine with dinner, and Alex lets himself relax into the evening, waiting until they’re once again cuddling on the couch to bring up his concerns.
“I’m sorry about last night,” he begins.
“You don’t need to be sorry,” Michael tells him.  “But I do want you to tell me what’s wrong.  I thought this was something you wanted too.”
“It is.  I do want a family with you.  But realizing it might actually happen scared me.”  It’s hard for Alex to admit that, but he pushes forward.  “When I think about us having kids, I can see you with them, but I can’t figure out how I fit in.  I am afraid I won’t know how to be a parent.”
“Alex, I’ve always wanted kids, you know that.  But I would never force that on you.  And I wouldn’t,” Michael pauses before speaking again.  “I wouldn’t bring kids into a home if I wasn’t sure they would be safe and loved.  I know your heart, Alex, maybe better than you do.”
Alex kisses Michael softly then rests his head on his shoulder.  “You think I can do this?”
“I do,” Michael reassures him.  “But you don’t have to.  Especially if you’re only doing it for me.”
“I wouldn’t be,” Alex shakes his head and kisses Michael’s shoulder.  “The orientation is just the first step right?”
“Right, and the whole process takes time.  They aren’t just going to hand a bunch of kids over to us after a presentation.  It’s not a commitment.”
“But it’s a start.  I think we should go.”
“If you’re sure,” Michael confirms.
Alex might never be completely sure, but he knows he wants to try.  “I am.”
Alex doesn’t know if it is intentional, but the orientation feels like a support group meeting.  The chairs are arranged in a semicircle surrounding a long table for the speakers.  There’s coffee and water for tea and a platter of cookies from one of the big chain stores.  
There are only about ten other people there, and while Michael chats with the couple closest to them, Alex sits silently, clutching Michael’s hand.  They are asked to introduce themselves, and he lets Michael handle that too, smiling when he says “this is my husband Alex.”  But he lets the rest of the introductions fade into the background as he studies the room for exits, checks for threats he knows aren’t there.
The first half is a presentation reviewing the steps of the adoption process.  Alex and Michael know them - application, 32 hour parenting class, 4 mandatory counseling sessions, home study, interviews with family and friends.  Alex’s mind stumbles on the last one, grateful again his father is dead.  He knows, though, he never would have attempted this if Jesse were still alive, never would have taken the risk, no matter how small, that Jesse could hurt another child.
Michael’s a little restless during the presentation, and Alex doesn’t blame him.  The material is dry, and Michael has it all memorized.  But Alex appreciates how each step is broken down in detail.  It helps him to treat this like a  mission with a series of individual tasks they can accomplish in pursuit of a larger goal.
They take a break after, and Alex tries to socialize a bit while he makes himself and Michael each a cup of bad coffee.  Alex has spent so much of his life hiding, it’s hard for him to answer questions without searching for an ulterior motive, and he’s relieved when they are called back to their seats.
For the next hour, three couples talk about their adoption experience.  Alex appreciates that they don’t try and sugarcoat it.  They do talk about the good stuff - the first time their adopted child calls them mom, the first Christmas they got everything on the list from Santa, seeing their child graduate, even grandchildren.  But they talk about the hard parts too - the kids who will never call them mom and dad, the older children who needed a mentor more than a parent and don’t keep in touch, hearing the horrors their children experienced and knowing they can never make it all go away.
Some of the couples look at each other nervously, and Alex wonders if they will change their minds.  He wouldn’t blame them, but Alex feels better after hearing the stories and realizing that it’s hard for everyone, that he won't be the only one who struggles.  
When Michael asks him what he thinks on the way home, he's able to be honest when he answers, “I think we can do this.”
They fill out the application that night, and two weeks later they have their intake interview with a social worker named Beth.  Alex did his research before the appointment and knows Beth is a few years older than they are and has worked for New Mexico’s Children, Youth and Families Department since she received her Masters Degree.  She is welcoming and cheerful in a way that makes Alex want to ask her how she hasn’t burned out yet.
They talk about their schedules and hobbies, the people in their lives, and it’s easy in a way Alex knows not to trust.  
Beth’s smiling when she tells them they’re almost done, but Alex can tell from how she’s watching them, the calculation in her eyes, that this is probably the only part of the whole interview that matters.  “Last question, why adoption with CYFD?  There are other, easier, ways to start a family.  So why choose this?”
“Like I told you,” Michael begins, “I grew up in the system.  And while I’d like to believe it’s gotten better, even good foster homes can’t replace a family. They’re good kids, stuck waiting for someone to love them, and if Alex and I can do that for at least a few of them, we want to.”
Alex squeezes Michael’s hand and wishes for the millionth time he could go back and change things for him.  Beth turns her attention to him, and he knows he needs to answer, that he can’t rely on Michael to carry him through this.  “One thing you’ll find out eventually is that I grew up in an abusive home,” Alex clears his throat and forces himself to keep talking.  “Michael and I both know what it’s like to grow up without a safe or loving home.  And what I didn't realize until I was older is how much that affects everything you do, every choice you make.  It limits your life in ways you don’t notice because you are so busy trying to survive that you can’t really dream or take risks.  We can give that, a safe and loving home, for kids who need it so they’ll be able to be who they want to be, not just who they are allowed to be.”
He can see Michael trying to hide his surprise - not at one Alex said, but that he was willing to share it with someone else.  Beth seems pleased with his answer though, so Alex thinks his discomfort is worth it.  Alex isn’t  sure it will ever be easy for him to share his feelings, but  opening up to Michael is the best thing he’s ever done, now he just has to keep trying.
“Ok,” Beth clasps her hands together, bringing their attention back to her.  “Let’s talk next steps.  You can register for the parenting class online, and Caleb will be your therapist.”  She slides a business card across his desk.  “You can call his office to set up your appointments.  Once those two things are done, we’ll move on to interviews with your family and friends, background checks for anyone who might be alone with the children.  Then your home study, and you’ll be in the home stretch.”
They decide to start with the parenting classes, partly because they are only offered a few times a year and partly because neither of them are eager to dive into counseling.  It’s obvious most of the other participants view the class as a formality - a box to be checked off rather than something they need.  And Alex understands, the information is basic, designed to cover the most common questions and scenarios, but it hits him and Michael differently.
They even joke about it with Sam and Meredith, an older couple in the class.  They had their children young and decided fostering was the best answer to their empty nest syndrome.  “It was either this,” Meredith explained, “or pestering our children for grandkids we know they aren’t ready for.”
“This class must be pretty useless to you,” Michael remarks.  “You already raised your kids, you know what you're doing.”
“One thing we definitely learned,” Sam says with a laugh, “is that when it comes to kids you never really know what you are doing.  This early stuff is old hat, we know what we need for the house, know kids need clothes and toys.  But we are hoping they’ll talk more about how to help kids through the transition to foster care, how to make them feel like it is a home, even if it’s temporary.  That’s what we need.”
“Do you think we’ll learn anything that will prepare us for that?” Alex asks.
“No, not really,” Meredith admits.  “But any tips will help.”
It’s one of those early sessions that leaves Michael quiet and withdrawn.  Even Alex isn’t giving the presenter his full attention - periodically checking his email - while they review the physical requirements expected of a foster home.  He can feel the disinterest in the room as the topics reviewed feel like they should go without saying - running water and electricity, enough beds for all the children in the home, supervision to make sure the children attend school, commitment to providing fresh, hot meals.
But Alex feels Michael tense beside him, and he remembers nothing should be taken for granted.  Michael’s quiet all night, hanging back while Alex talks to Sam and Meredith about good places to shop for children’s furniture and clothing.  He doesn’t say much on the way home either, waiting until they are in bed - Alex wrapped around him from behind and Charlie sprawled across their feet - to bring it up.
“Do you think there were families like Sam and Meredith then, and what - I just didn’t get them?” he finally asks.  “Bad luck of the draw?”
Alex hesitates because there is no good answer.  “I think there have always been good and bad families, all we can hope is they are getting better at weeding out the bad.”
Michael snorts.  “Can’t do much worse than they did with me.”
“You deserved better,” Alex tells him, slipping his hand under Michael’s tank top and resting it over his heart.  “You deserved better then and you deserve better now.”
“I have better now,” Michael squeezes Alex’s hand.  “I have the best now, but when you take a kid with a shit life and tell them you are going to make it better only to put them in a situation that’s just as bad, if not worse, it’s pretty hard for them to believe they deserve better.”
Alex knows there is nothing he can say to heal that hurt so he kisses the back of Michael’s neck and holds him tighter.
As the class progresses, it’s Alex who becomes unsettled.  The focus shifts to understanding what traumas children in the system might have gone through, and how to handle common parenting situations.  Participation becomes part of the class as they are asked to share ideas and concerns as a group.  The more Alex listens and hears what a family should be like, the more he realizes just how much Jesse hurt him.
It’s not just the physical abuse - Alex likes to think he came to terms with that years ago.  But it’s seeing how Jesse harmed him in other ways. How he isolated Alex, by restricting his free time and more tellingly by turning his brothers against him.  Jesse continually set Alex up for failure and then used his failure against him as an example of weakness.  He singled Alex out for criticism and punishment in ways that made it seem like Alex was the problem.  
In hindsight, Alex realizes they should have taken a break after the parenting classes before scheduling their counseling sessions.  They wanted to keep the process moving, but Alex was resistant to therapy in general, and going into when he was haunted by Jesse in ways he hadn’t been since the first months after his death was not his best decision.
They meet up with Maria the night before the first session, and the familiar comfort of spending time with her lulls him into a false sense of security.
“I can’t believe you're going to a therapist named Caleb,” she teases.
“What’s wrong with Caleb?” Michael asks at the same time Alex says, “I researched him, and his qualifications are legitimate.”
Maria ignores Alex and answers Michael instead.  “I don’t know, Caleb just sounds like a frat boy.”
“I think you’re confusing Caleb with Chad,” Alex smirks at her.
Maria sticks her tongue out in response.  “But seriously,” she says after they stop laughing, “how are things going?”
“Good,” Michael says, looking to Alex for confirmation.  Alex nods and pulls Michael closer against his side.  “We have a lot left to do, but each step we take makes it feel more real, like it will actually happen.”
“I can’t believe it,” Maria shakes her head.  “I guess if any of us were going to be parents, it would be you two.  But still.”
“We’ve got some time left before that happens,” Alex reassures her.  “Did I tell you we’re looking for a house?”
“No!  You want to move?”
Alex shrugs, “I wasn’t thinking about a family when I bought the house.  We need something with more bedrooms and a bigger yard.”
Maria looks at him, and Alex can tell she’s trying to read him, see if his doubts are lingering.  Whatever she finds makes her smile, “Not that you need it, but good luck - with the house and all of it.”
Alex wishes for Maria’s luck when Michael slams the door open after they come home from their first session with Caleb.
“What the hell was that, Alex,” he demands.
“I don’t know why you’re mad at me.  I didn’t do anything,” Alex insists even though he knows that’s not exactly true.
“That’s one way to put it,” Michael agrees sarcastically. “You barely said a word, and you looked at Caleb like he was one step away from becoming the subject of a Deep Sky investigation.  Could you have made it any more obvious that you didn’t want to be there?”
“That’s not what I was doing.”  Alex reaches for Michael only to sigh when Michael crosses his arms and steps back.  “I need this session to study him, to figure out what he wants from me.”
“What does that even mean?”
“There were times in the Air Force - after a bad mission or after I got hurt - that I had to be cleared before returning to duty.  It was routine, we knew what to say.  ‘Loss of life is regrettable but unavoidable.  My belief in our mission remains steady.’  And just as important we knew what not to say.  You didn’t admit that you hadn’t slept for a week because of nightmares or that you had no idea what the actual mission was.  I don’t know the script here, and I just need time to figure it out.”
“Alex,” Michael sits on the couch and holds out his hand for Alex to join him.  “This isn’t a test.”
Alex sits next to Michael, but only raises a brow in response.
“Ok,” Michael concedes, “ it is a test.  But not one you need to cheat to pass.”
“We were trained to say the right thing, to never consider the truth.”  Alex picks up Michael’s hand, playing with his fingers before lacing them with his. “I’m not trained for this, and I don't want to screw this up for us.”
“You won’t.  I know it’s hard, and there are secrets we have to keep.  But we aren’t trying to win here, we’re trying to be good parents.  Obviously, we can’t tell Caleb I am an alien,” Michael begins.
“Or that my father ran a prison for aliens and my brother killed him,” Alex finishes.
“So those are things that are off limits,” Michael laughs.  “But who we are, the things we went through, and who we want to be, we don’t have to be ashamed of any of that.  We’re good people Alex, we don’t need to hide that.”
“I love you,” Alex tells him because he has to.  Michael’s come so far, and Alex won’t let his fear hold him back.  “I’ll try next time.”
“I love you too. And you won’t be there alone.  I’ll be right there with you.”
It’s still hard at the next session to open up.  He listens to Michael talk about his fear of not being good enough, of always being the one left behind.  Pride at Michael’s courage and honesty wars with his own guilt for being one of the people who left Michael behind.  They’ve been holding hands since they sat down, and Alex rubs his thumb in soothing circles as Michael talks.
When Caleb turns his attention to Alex, he grips Michael’s hand tightly as he stumbles through a description of his childhood, the hole his mother’s absence left, and the fear his father instilled in him.
Caleb studies him for a moment before asking, “What’s the worst thing your father did to you?”
Alex opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.  He turns to Michael, can’t help looking at his hand, but the answer still doesn’t come.  Finally he says, “He made me afraid to be happy.”
Michael makes a noise when he hears Alex’s answer, and even Alex is surprised by what he said, but he knows it’s true.
“And now?” Caleb prompts him.
“I’m happy and he’s dead,” Alex answers without thinking about it.  This time Michael laughs and even Caleb smiles.
“We can work with that,” he tells Alex.
Alex feels himself relax for the first time since they met Caleb.  It's not that therapy is easy, but Alex stops fighting it.  Caleb gives them homework each session.  Sometimes it’s easy- like list five ways Michael thinks Alex will be a good father and vice versa.  Sometimes it seems easy, but brings up more than they expect - like the time he asks Michael to list the people in his life he knows he can count on and give an example of when they have been there for him.  Michael can only work on it a person at a time, the reality of the support he has overwhelming.  And other times, it ties them up in knots from the beginning - like asking Alex to list the ways he’s not like his father.  He has nightmares for days, but feels freer when they discuss it in their final mandatory session.
When Caleb signs off on their confirmation form, they ask him to take them on as regular clients.  They agree to start with monthly sessions, and it feels like a good thing, not a punishment.  Alex has never been afraid to work for what he wants, and he can do what he needs to so he’s a good father.
Midway through their mandatory sessions, they find a house.  It’s in a rural section of Roswell, but still only twenty minutes from the center of town.  The house is big and needs some updating, but Michael is happy to handle that with some help - or at least company - from Max. The best part is the setting.  The house sits on five acres - already fenced in and includes two barns.  Once the home study is over, they plan to convert one of the barns into a workshop for Michael to replace his bunker.  And as for the other, Michael is talking about chickens before they even move in.
“Kids first, then livestock,” Alex teases him.  He surprises Michael with a greenhouse, and that’s enough to occupy him for a while.  
Everything seems to be falling into place, and Alex can’t help but notice how excited Michael is becoming.  He points out families with children when they are out, nudging Alex and whispering, “That will be us soon.”
Michael’s meant to be a father, Alex has known this for a long time.  It’s easy to picture Michael showing a little boy the alien Rosa drew in the Crashdown window or walking through downtown with a little girl riding on his shoulders.  But now Alex is starting to see himself there too.  He can imagine himself swinging their daughter off Michael’s shoulders to give her a kiss or helping their son finish the sundae he begged for, but can only eat half of.  It surprises him how much he wants it, how much he wants to share all that with Michael.
Alex thought therapy would be the worst part of the process, but the home study is more stressful than he expected.  They’ve talked to Beth a few times since their initial interview, and Alex is used to her cheerful determination.  He assumed she would be doing the home study, but they are required to use an approved company which means dealing with a stranger.
It’s a struggle not to bristle at the feeling of being judged, of knowing all his answers are being dissected.  But Alex does his best to be honest, and realizes how far he’s come when he can answer a question about what type of father he wants to be with something other than a sarcastic remark about anything being better than the example he had growing up.  Michael is charming, and Alex tries, but it’s still a relief when Beth  calls to tell them they passed with flying colors.
Alex always knew he would be the one to ruin it.
“Alex!” Michael throws open the door of the truck.  “Are you ok?”
It’s a stupid question, they both know Alex isn’t ok.  They’re supposed to be in Beth’s office making a plan to meet the children they would potentially adopt. Instead, Alex is sitting in the truck trying, and failing, to hold back tears.  He only made it through the first ten minutes of the appointment before bolting, and he can’t imagine what Michael must be thinking.
Alex feels Michael’s hand on his leg, his touch tentative in a way that makes Alex feel even worse.
“What’s going on?” Michael asks quietly.  “If you changed your mind, you just have to tell me.”
“It’s not that,” Alex says hastily.  He wipes his face, but looks away from Michael or he knows the tears will continue.  “I still want a family with you, I do, I just can’t”
“Can’t what?” Michael prompts when Alex doesn’t continue.  “Come on, move over,” Michael tells him with a sigh.  He climbs in and sits next to Alex when Alex slides over to the middle of the seat.  It takes some maneuvering, but Alex ends up leaning on Michael’s chest, Michael’s hand stroking his back.  “You need to talk to me, Alex.  Not to be dramatic but you're starting to freak me out.”
“I can’t pick,” he admits quietly.  Alex knows this is his own fault for being unprepared.  This was the only step of the process he hasn’t researched extensively, and it left him blindsided.  Alex expected Beth to show them the profiles of the children she thought would be the best fit, they would meet them a few times, and if all went well, they would proceed with the adoption.  He was unprepared for her to turn her computer screen toward them, and show them a page filled with thumbnail pictures of children along with brief descriptions of what they like and why they were available for adoption.  He could see the multiple page numbers at the bottom of the screen, and it felt like being introduced to the worst kind of dating app.
“What do you mean?”
 “How am I, are we, supposed to look at all those kids and decide who deserves a home?  How are we supposed to say we’ll take this one, but not that one?”  Alex asks, almost pleading for Michael to have an answer he can live with.
“That’s not what we’re doing,” Michael runs a hand through his hair.  “Placement is about trying to figure out the best match so that the adoption has the best chance for success.  That’s what all the interviews and therapy and home study were about, figuring out which kids will fit with us.”
“And what if we pick wrong?”
“That’s what this meeting is for so Beth can help us.  She knows us, she knows some of the kids, and she’s done this before.  We aren’t making a final decision today.  We can take our time,” Michael reassures him.
“That’s not what I mean.  Even if we do everything right, and it all works out, it doesn't mean we didn’t miss something.   That we didn’t overlook,” Alex stumbles, trying to find the right words.  “I’m afraid that we won’t see, that will leave behind,”
Alex can see the moment Michael gets it.  He was right when he said he knew Alex’s heart better than he did.  “What if you leave me behind?”
“How many people passed you by without ever really seeing you?  You were so good Michael, and you deserved so much more than you got.  I looked at that screen, and every kid reminded me of you.  I can’t do this,” Alex admits, turning away again so he doesn’t have to look at Michael, and see the kindness he doesn’t deserve.  Alex had been expecting Michael to break down at some point, overwhelmed at dealing with the system that had failed him, had been preparing himself to help Michael through it.  Instead Alex is the one falling apart, forcing Michael to comfort him.
“Alex, we could adopt every kid Beth shows us, and it won’t change anything for me.  You can’t fix what’s already happened.” Michael turns Alex’s face so he’s looking at him again, wiping away his remaining tears and kissing him softly. “If we go through with this it has to be because we are ready to start a family not because you’re trying to save me.”
“I’m not trying to save you, I just don’t want to fail you.”
“I know,” Michael closes his eyes briefly.  “And I love you for it.  Listen, I’m going to go back in, let Beth know we need to reschedule.  Why don’t you call Caleb’s office and see if we can get in this week.”
They don’t talk on the way home, but by silent agreement decide to reset once they get there - doing their best to act like nothing has changed.  It’s easier to pretend, at least until their appointment with Caleb.  Michael holds Alex’s hand and listens while Alex tries to explain why he panicked.  He does his best to reassure Michael that he does want to adopt, but they all agree that it’s best to put things on hold for a month or two so Alex can untangle his feelings about adoption from his feelings about Michael.
Three weeks later, Greg calls.
“Hey, are you and Michael still looking into adoption?”
“Yes,” Alex replies.  It’s easier than he thought it would be to answer, but he knows despite his setback, they haven’t given up..
“One of my students is looking for a family to adopt her baby, and I thought you might be interested.”
“Jesus,” Alex says, horrified.  “You teach fourth grade.”
“Former student, sorry,” Greg clarifies.  “She just finished her freshman year at Stanford and is home for the summer.  Baby’s due in a few months, and she didn’t find a match in California so she thought she’d try closer to home.  What do you think?”
They never talked about a baby, but as the idea settles in his chest, Alex knows he wants to try.  “Yeah, I mean I have to run it by Michael, but I think he’ll want to meet her.”
They meet Amber a week later in Greg’s kitchen.  Greg introduces them, and then leaves, telling them to make themselves at home.  Amber has dark hair pulled back into a bun and wide, intelligent eyes.  Alex’s first thought is that she is too young for this - too young to have a baby, too young to make this kind of decision.  But when she starts talking, he realizes quickly that while she may be too young for all this responsibility, she’s not a child.
Michael asks her about school, and she immediately launches into a detailed description of the genetic research she’s doing and the advanced program she was accepted into. Alex doesn’t understand most of what she’s talking about, but she reminds him so much of Liz it almost hurts to look at her.
Michael lights up and starts talking about some of the research he helped Liz with - leaving out the alien origins of it.  Alex is happy to sit back and let the details pass him by, drawn in as he always is by watching Michael talk about something he is passionate about.
“Where did you go to school?” Amber asks.
“I didn’t,” Michael’s smile falters.  “Had a scholarship after high school, but things didn’t work out.  I’m just always studying on my own.  Liz, the woman I mentioned, she has multiple doctorates so I just follow her lead.”
“You more than keep up,” Alex reminds him.  He lifts Michael’s hand - his left hand - and kisses it softly.  He knows what happened in the shed isn’t the only reason Michael gave up college, but a part of him will always hold some guilt over Michael’s lost dreams.
Amber’s eyes dart between them before she turns her attention to Alex. “What about you?”
“I was in the Air Force for about ten years. Got my degree while I was enlisted, computer engineering.”
“Alex is one of the best hackers in the world,” Michael says proudly.
Alex shoots Michael a look, not sure his hacking skills are something to brag about.  “I mostly work in research data analysis now. The company I work for tries to take the information available to us and apply it to previously unexplained events or phenomena like,” Alex searches his mind for an example he can share, “the Bermuda Triangle. I was trained in code breaking in the military so my sub specialty is languages.  There is a lot we can use computers for when it comes to recovering dead languages or translating symbol based languages.”
What he doesn’t say of course is his interest in language is fueled by his need to discover how many previously dismissed references to aliens are real.  So much of his work is rooted in getting answers for Michael, but he can’t tell Amber that.  Still, she seems happy with his answer.
“So you understand then, why I need to go back to school.  Why I can’t let this,” she gestures to her stomach, the first real reference any of them have made to why they are there, “stop me.”
Alex nods, not sure what to say.  But he remembers her enthusiasm when talking about her research and how her smile dimmed when even the possibility of her not returning to school was mentioned, and he reaches for the notepad Michael brought with him, writes down Liz’s email and hands it to Amber.  “This is Liz, our friend's email.  She would be a great resource or mentor.  Her parents are immigrants so she knows what it’s like to be a minority woman in science.  She’s told us about how much her mentor helped her, and I know she would be happy to talk to you.” 
“I didn’t offer you the baby yet,” Amber reminds him, her eyes narrowing.
“It’s not a bribe,” Alex explains, hoping he didn’t screw things up already.  “Like I said, Liz knows the challenges you’ll face, and it shouldn’t be any harder for you than it needs to be.  If we’ve learned anything from working with her,  it’s that changing the work is a lot easier with help. It’s just an offer, no strings.”
“Ok,” she nods and takes the paper.  “I have some questions.”
She doesn’t ask them anything they haven’t been asked before - by Beth, by Caleb, during the home study.  But Alex tries to be more open, a little more honest with her.  They show her pictures of the house and of Charlie.  Michael talks about his plans for chickens and maybe goats, shows her the greenhouse and the fields.
“This is our first crop of sunflowers at the house.  See how tall they are already.  Sanders grumbles about the drive, but he knows we have better soil,” he says proudly.
“Sanders?” Amber asks.
“Sanders and I have been growing prize winning sunflowers for a few years now.  He’s my boss at the junkyard, but he’s family too.  He’ll be the closest the kids will have to a grandfather.”
“Don’t forget Arturo,” Alex adds.
“True.  But Sanders, uhh, here let me show you.”  Michael pulls something up on his phone and hands it to Amber.  “He’s not much for pictures, but he let us take a few at the wedding.”
Michael ends up going through the whole wedding album he has saved on his phone, introducing her to everyone in their family as he scrolls through the photos.  “Are you singing?” Amber asks when they come to a picture of Michael on stage.
“Yeah,” Michael blushes and rubs the back of his neck.  “It was a surprise for Alex at the reception.  But he’s the real musician in the family.  Writes his own music, he’s even written me a few songs.  He’ll definitely be in charge of singing the kids to sleep.”
“What do you play?
“Guitar and keyboard mostly.  We bought a piano when we bought the house and that’s what I like to compose on.  My first guitar was actually a hand me down from Greg,” Alex laughs. “Michael had it for a while too.”
Amber looks curious at the mention of Greg.  “How long have you been married?  Was Greg still in the Navy?”
“No, he couldn’t make the wedding because of school,” Alex explains, assuming she is wondering why he wasn’t there.
“We’ve been married almost two years,” Michael adds.  “But it’s been on and off since high school.”
“High school?”  Amber’s eyes widen.  “Sounds like an epic love story.”
“Cosmic,” Michael mumbles.  Alex elbows him, but smiles.
“It took us a while to figure things out, but we’ve always loved each other.  It’s always been Michael,” Alex shrugs.
Amber hands the phone back to Michael, “It seems like you have a beautiful family.”
“Thanks, I know it’s probably a cliche, but that’s what we want for our kids.  From what we told you, I’m sure you figured out our childhoods sucked.”  They all laugh.  “But we can give our kids all the things we didn’t have.  A place to run around, a chance to just be kids and do whatever they want if that’s sports or art or reading.  They can do what they want and have the freedom to make mistakes because they’ll have people who will love them and support them no matter what.  More than just us, you know.”
“I know you have questions too, but I’ll just get the big ones out of the way.  There’s no father, at least not one that I can name.  I aced my first big exam and decided to celebrate.  Found out there really is such a thing as being blackout drunk.  I woke up the next morning on someone’s couch with half my clothes missing.  I have no idea who I was with.  Is that a problem?”
Amber tells the story with no emotion, just a statement of fact, and Alex can tell she doesn’t want sympathy so he just shakes his head and sees Michael do the same.
“Good,” Amber nods.  “I was working with an agency in California so I’ve had all the counseling sessions. I’m not going to change my mind.  I don’t know if I ever want to be a mother, but I know I don’t want to be one now.  I’d have to move back here, drop out of Stanford, and what, if I’m lucky, go to community college once she starts school?”
“She?” Michael asks.  Alex sees him wince, knows he didn’t mean to interrupt, but they hadn’t known the baby was a girl.
“Yes, and she deserves better than a mother who resents her.  I worked too hard to get into Stanford to become another girl from the rez who can’t hack in the real world,”  Amber stops, bitterness lacing her voice, and shakes her head.  When she speaks again, her tone is softer.  “That’s what happened to my mom, and she always told me I ruined her life.  I want better for her.”
Before either of them can respond, Amber excuses herself to go to the restroom.  She seems more composed when she comes back, accepting the iced tea Alex poured while she was gone.
“So what do you want to know?”
Alex turns to Michael, watches as he picks up his notebook and turns to his list of questions.  “What kind of contact do you want after the adoption,” he asks.
“None,” Amber shrugs.  “I don’t know how to explain this without sounding like a bad person, but I don’t think of her as my daughter.  This is a process I’m going through, and once she’s born my part is done.  My grandmother would probably like a picture every now and then, but that’s up to you.  She lives here so you can contact her through Greg if you want.”
That brings up a concern Alex has.  “Obviously you know Greg’s my brother, but other than visiting him the last few years, I haven’t been on the reservation since my mom left.  I don’t have much of a connection to that side of my heritage.  Is that a problem?”
“Will you answer questions if she has them?  Help her learn what it means to be Native if she wants?”  When Alex nods she seems satisfied.  “That’s enough.  When I go back to school I’m never coming back so it would be pretty hypocritical of me to judge you for that.”
“She would spend time here, with us and Greg, it just isn't’ something that’s part of our daily lives,” Alex clarifies.
“What else?” she asks.
Alex watches Michael look over his list of questions before closing the notebook. “I don’t think there is anything else we need to know.”  He looks to Alex for confirmation.  “This is for you to get to know us, see if we might be the kind of people you want to adopt your baby.  We’re not here to judge you.  So if you have more questions or want to see the house or whatever, go for it.  But we’re good.”
“Ok,” Amber agrees.
“So, we can give our numbers or you can reach out though Greg once you’ve made a decision,” Alex tells her.
“I met with several families in California, and they were all nice, but it never felt right.  I think it’s because I was waiting for you.  I don’t need time.  If you want her, she’s yours.”
“Really,” Michael’s face lights up.
“Of course we do, thank you,” Alex forces out, his throat tight.  “We have a case worker so we’ll get in touch with her and figure out what’s next.”
When they are walking out to their cars, Alex texting Greg to let him know he can come back, Michael stops Amber.  “I do have one question.  Do you have any thoughts on a name?”
“She’s your daughter, you pick the name,” Amber reminds them.  “Just let me know, and I’ll have it put on the original birth certificate.”
They sit in the truck together and watch her drive away, Michael making no move to start the truck.  “We’re going to be dads.  I can’t believe it,” he turns to Alex, tears shining in his eyes.
“We have a daughter,” Alex says in awe. He gives Michael a watery smile.
“Do you want to name her Nora?” he asks Michael once they are on the way home.  Michael turns to briefly look at him, but doesn’t answer right away.
“She needs her own name,” Michael tells him once they are home.  “I don’t want her to feel like she has to live up to something or be a replacement.”
They call Beth the next morning. She tells them that since Amber is an enrolled member of the Tribe, the adoption needs to be approved by the Tribal Council.  That also means Beth can handle the paperwork rather than requiring them to go with a private agency that handles infant adoptions. She meets them at the hearing, and Alex can’t help but apologize for not following through on their plans.
“Alex, there’s nothing to be sorry about.  Would I have loved to place one of my kids with you, of course I would.  But a child who needs a family is going to be raised in a loving home.  How can I not see that as a win?”
“It feels like this is what was supposed to happen,” he admits.
“Then let’s go get you your daughter.”
Since Alex is also an enrolled member, and they’ve committed to enrolling the baby, the hearing is mostly a formality. Greg comes and speaks on their behalf, and in less than an hour, the adoption is approved.
The hearing is also the last time they see Amber in person.  They talk for a few minutes after, but Alex can tell while she’s obviously relieved, she doesn’t want to linger.  Her smile brightens when Michael tells her the name they’ve chosen, Amirah Estelle.
“It’s beautiful, I think she’ll love it.”
There’s no way to thank her for what she is giving them so they just try not to make it awkward.  They introduce her to Beth, and quietly say goodbye, leaving them to discuss the details of what comes next for Amber.
Their second anniversary falls a month before Amber’s due date, and they spend a week at Eduardo’s villa in Mexico celebrating.  It has a private beach, and Alex watches the sun turn Michael’s skin a deep gold while lightening his curls so he glows in a way that makes Alex’s chest hurt.  Alex spends hours licking the salt from Michael’s skin while they get sleepy drunk on Valenti’s family tequila.  It’s perfect and the days stretch out and go by too fast at the same time.
“We won’t be able to do this next year,” Michael says on their last night.
Alex looks up from where he’d been dozing on Michael’s chest, listening to Michael’s heartbeat while Michael stroked his hair.  “Someone will take her for a few days, or we’ll just bring her with us.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah,” Alex props himself up on his elbow.  “I was afraid of losing this when you first mentioned kids.  I was worried about losing parts of you, but now I’m more excited about the parts of you I’ll gain.”
“Like what?” Michael asks, wiggling down on the bed so their faces are even.
“I want to see you hold our daughter, I want to see you show her the stars, and I want to see if you’ll be strict about homework or get thrown out of Little League games or if you’ll be the one to braid her hair.  I love everything about you, Michael.  And now I get to see you as a father and love you even more.”
“Alex,” Michael breathes, blinking back tears.  “I love you so much, and I can’t believe I get to have a baby with you.  You are going to be an amazing father.”
“I hope so,” Alex smiles at Michael’s confidence in him.  “But in the meantime, we should take advantage of our time alone.  He kisses Michael, laughing when Michael rolls them over, and there’s no more talking after that.
They come home to find a nursery painted in a muted version of the Oasian sky, stars dotting the ceiling and iridescent butteerflies and glowing birds flying across the walls.  The empty room they left behind is fully furnished, the closet and dresser filled with clothes.
“You said no baby shower, but you didn’t say no gifts,” Isobel reminds them when she shows them the room.  “Rosa’s been working on the design for weeks with Max so you better like it.”
It’s beautiful, and he and Michael find themselves in there several times a day.  Seeing the space for a baby in their home makes their impending parenthood finally feel real.
Beth is the one to call them when Amirah is born, and she meets them when they arrive.  “She looks great,” she immediately reassures them.  “Healthy and strong.  The hospital will keep her for forty-eight hours, and you can stay with her in one of the family rooms off the NICU.  If Amber signs the relinquishment papers, you can take her home after that.”
Neither of them ask what will happen if Amber doesn’t sign the papers, because they can’t think about that when they desperately want to meet their daughter.  She’s sleeping when they first see her, a tiny bundle in the hospital bassinet.  The lights are turned down low, but Alex can still see the way her hair peeps out from underneath her hat, see the curve of her cheek.
The nurse in the room fills them in on all her measurements - weight, length, APGAR score. “We want to do two hours of skin to skin contact with both of you to help with the bonding process.”
Alex knew this was coming, but it’s still awkward to take off their shirts and climb into a hospital bed together.  He nudges Michael to go first when the nurse comes over with Amirah.  She settles her against Michael’s chest and covers them with a blanket.  “Feel free to play music if you want or just talk to her.  I’ll be back when it’s time for her next bottle.  Just hit the alert button if you need anything.”
And then they’re alone, just the three of them.  And it hits Alex that it will be the three of them from now on.  He and Michael have a daughter.  Alex is sitting behind Michael so he tucks his face into his neck so he can see Amirah over Michael’s shoulder.
Alex watches as Michael carefully traces one finger over her face and down her back.  Amirah’s still asleep, but she wiggles slightly in response to Michael’s touch.  “She’s so beautiful,” Michael whispers.
“Mmmhmm,” Alex hums his agreement.  He turns his head to look at Michael, soaking in the love and awe on his face.  Tears fall silently, and Alex brushes them away before kissing his cheek.
There’s something intimate and peaceful about this time alone together, Alex holding Michael while he holds their daughter, the room dark and quiet.  He understands why the hospital recommends it.  Just when Amirah starts to fuss, the nurse comes in with her bottle.  She walks them through feeding and changing her.  When she is settled and checked over, they rearrange themselves on the bed, and this time the nurse hands Amirah to Alex.
She blinks up at him before falling back asleep, and he can’t believe how small and light she is for all the space she takes up in his heart.  Alex doesn’t cry when he holds her.  His love for her doesn’t feel soft - it’s fierce and already rooted deeper than he imagined.  He told Michael once that he would burn the world down for him, and he knows he would do the same for Amirah in a heartbeat.  Alex closes his eyes and settles himself and Amirah in Michael’s embrace and silently promises that her happiness and safety will always be his priority.
Their two days in the hospital are a nice bubble from the world, but they also go by quickly - a crash course in caring for a baby they both need.  Research and video tutorials can’t truly prepare them for a living child.  They learn that Amber was released the morning after Amirah was born, and she signs the relinquishment papers as soon as the forty-eight hours are up.  Greg later tells Alex that Amber spent a week with her grandmother before returning to Stanford for the second summer session.
Beth brings them all the paperwork they need to prove they have custody of Amirah once she is ready to be released.  She walks them out, hugging them both once Amirah is secure in her car seat.  “I’ll be by in a few weeks to check in on her, make sure you are all settling in.  And remember, you can’t post any pictures until the adoption is finalized.”
Michael laughs, “No worries there.  Alex has strong opinions about the dangers of social media.”
“It’s not just identity theft, which is easy enough, but anything you post can be manipulated.  I can’t believe how vulnerable people leave themselves for a few seconds on validation.”  Michael clears his throat, and Alex realizes he probably shouldn’t explain how he can - and has - used social media as a weapon against people he found profiting off stolen alien artifacts.  Beth doesn’t need to know he can ruin someone’s life in five minutes without ever leaving his desk.
“I can tell she’s in good hands,” Beth smiles at them.  “We’ll talk soon.”
Their first week at home is a disaster.  Everything that was so easy at the hospital becomes a battle.  Amirah doesn’t want to eat or sleep, she flails through her bath, making both Alex and Michael terrified of dropping her.  “Do you think it’s safe for me to catch her with telekinesis if we drop her?” he asks as they struggle to contain a slippery infant.
“It’s better than letting her hit the floor,” Alex admits.  “But we should probably stick with just not dropping her.”
Despite their eagerness to introduce her to their family, the constant stream of visitors makes it hard to settle into a routine.  Everyone has advice to give even though, Arturo excluded, they have no more experience with babies than Alex or Michael do.  Amirah shows a strong preference for Max - quieting the quickest when he holds her.  No one can figure out exactly what he’s doing, but it almost always works.
“Well it’s not an alien thing,” Isobel tells them when Amirah refuses to take a bottle from her.
“And it’s not a guy thing,” Kyle says, conceding defeat when none of his doctor tricks work on getting her to sleep.
“Don’t look at me,” Liz hands Amirah back to Max after she spits up on her.  “I’ll be her favorite as soon as she’s old enough for her first chemistry set.  But for now, Max is the baby whisperer.”
Eventually the visits slow to a manageable level and they settle into daily life with a baby.  Sanders bans Michael from the junkyard for two weeks, and Alex has twelve weeks of paternity leave.  It’s all bottles and diapers and figuring out snaps on clothes and still remembering to walk Charlie, but they make it work.
The first time Amirah reaches for him, kicking her legs and cooing, when he goes to pick her up, Alex finds himself tearing up.  He sits with Amirah in the recliner and lets himself cry the tears he didn’t have at the hospital.  As she watches him, eyes too wise for her age, he realizes it is not just about him loving her, it’s also about her loving him, about her looking to him for love and guidance and support. 
Michael finds him, and asks carefully, “Are you ok?”  When Alex nods, he settles on the floor in front of them, resting his head on Alex’s knee.  “It’s a lot, isn’t it.”
“I didn’t realize,” Alex’s voice trails off, not sure what he’s trying to say.
“I know,” Michael says. “She’s everything.”
Alex knows Michael understands everything he doesn’t have words for yet, and he’s so grateful they’re doing this together.  “Not just her,” Alex runs his hand through Michael’s hair.  
“Yeah,” Michael agrees, turning his head to kiss Alex’s knee.  Neither of them move until Amirah demands her dinner.
Amirah’s first cold is a week of sleepless nights and worrying.  Three days into it, Isobel arrives with dinner and a promise to walk with Amirah so they can eat and take a nap.  The food is delicious, but Alex’s eyes are dropping before he gets halfway through his milkshake.  He falls asleep on the couch while Michael is showing Isobel how the vaporizer works.
He wakes to voices and the smell of coffee and realizes Michael and Isobel must be in the kitchen.
“I can’t believe she’s still asleep,” Michael says.
“I may have encouraged her a bit,” Isobel replies.
Alex sits up, suddenly wide awake, but before he can get up he hears Michael say something he can’t quite make out.  Isobel laughs in response.
“I’m kidding.  No influencing the baby, I got it.”
Alex relaxes again, letting their conversation wash over him, tuning in when something catches his attention.
“You’re a good dad, Michael.  I knew you would be,” he hears Isobel tell Michael.
“You’ll be a good mom, too,” he assures her.
“Maybe,” Isobel sighs.  “I’m not sure it will happen for me.”
“Hey, my offer of baby gravy still stands.”
Alex makes a face at the same time he hears Isobel snort.
“I told you not to call it that.  And while I appreciate the offer, I figure it out myself if I’m ready.”
“If you change your mind, all you have to do is ask.”  Michael’s reply is the last thing Alex hears before he falls asleep again.
The next time he wakes up, the house is dark and Isobel is gone.  He checks on Amirah and finds her still asleep in her crib, breathing a little easier, Charlie guarding her from the hallway.  Michael is also asleep so Alex takes a quick shower before joining him in bed.  He watches Michael sleep and thinks of his conversation with Isobel.  Since they planned on adopting older children, they never talked about other options.  But Amirah changed that, and Alex wonders if Michael wants a child of his own - one with his curls or his quick mind.
He brings it up the next morning after Amirah’s bath.  “If we had another baby, would you want to use a surrogate?”
“What?” Michael looks up from where he’d been rubbing lotion onto Amirah’s legs.
“I heard you and Isobel talking last night,” Alex shrugs.  “We never considered it before, and I wondered if that’s something you’d want.”
“Nah,” Michael shakes his head before leaning down and blowing a raspberry on Amirah’s belly.  “You think I could love this one more if we shared some DNA.  No way.”
“It’s not about that, I just want you to have the option.”
“Don’t need it,” Michael insists.  “I have no desire to pass on my genetics.”  He holds up a hand when Alex starts to protest.  “I do it for Isobel if she asked, but it’s not how I want to build our family.  I like what we’re doing so far.  Ok?”
“Ok,” Alex agrees, picking up Amirah and wrestling her into a clean sleeper.
When Alex’s leave is up, he makes arrangements to work from home three days a week, and Michael adjusts his schedule so one of them is always home with Amirah.
“I can’t believe it,” Liz shakes her head when he tells her.  “I thought you’d be dying to get back to work.”
“Not really.  Don’t get me wrong, there are some projects I am eager to get back to, but I’d much rather work from home as much as I can.”  Alex peeks under the blanket he’d thrown over Amirah to make sure she was still asleep before shifting her a little higher on his chest.  Max and Liz had come over for dinner and it was warm enough for Liz and Alex to stay out on the deck while Max and Michael were in the workshop going over something for Max’s next visit to Oasis.  She snuffles a little so he kisses her forehead and shushes her softly. “That’s my girl,” he croones once she closes her eyes again.
“You're such a dad,” Liz smiles at him when he looks up. 
Alex smiles back, not the slightest bit concerned about letting everyone know how much he loves his daughter.  “She makes it easy.”
“No, I think it’s you.  You and Michael both, you’re meant for this.  Max will be an amazing father, too.  And we’re starting to talk about when and how that might happen, but I don’t think I’ll be the one staying home,” Liz admits hesitantly.
“That’s fine,” Alex reaches over and squeezes her hand.  “There’s no one way to do this, and you know that.  Besides, I don't think there is a safe way to run a genetics lab in the same house as children, and you still have a Nobel Prize to win.”
“True,” Liz laughs.
Alex looks at Liz and finally works up the courage to ask the question he’s been afraid to ask.  “Has she reached out to you?”
“Alex,” Liz chides him gently.  “Do you really want to know?”
“No,” Alex admits guiltily.  “It’s just I’m happy Liz, I’m so fucking happy, but I don’t know if Amber is.  And I don’t want to know because,” he tightens his hold on Amirah.  “Because I wouldn’t change anything.”
“You’re responsible for Amirah and her happiness, not Amber’s,” Liz tells him.
“It’s hard to remember that when I have her daughter.”
“Amirah is your daughter, not Amber’s.  That’s the choice Amber made, and one you and Michael accepted.  From what you told me, she knew what she wanted.  Don’t take her choice away from her because you feel guilty about being happy.”
Alex knows she’s right, but the closer the adoption gets, the more he worries that somehow he’s unworthy of so much happiness, and he’s going to lose it.  He and Caleb are working on it, but it’s a hard demon to shake.  “What would you have done,” he asks Liz, “if you had gotten pregnant in college?”
Liz looks stricken when he asks the question, and he instantly feels guilty for even asking.  “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”
“No it’s ok.  Probably something like this,” Liz gestures to Alex and Amirah before biting her lip and looking away.  “Or maybe I wouldn’t have let it get this far.”
“Liz,” Alex takes her hand again, mentally berating himself for asking her to bare her soul to comfort him.
She looks up and crosses herself, muttering in Spanish before squeezing his hand.  “Papi would be devastated if he knew I thought it let alone said it out loud, but it’s true.  I worked so hard to be the smartest, to be the best, and for a long time that’s all I had.  I couldn’t have given that up, it would have killed me.”
Alex just shakes his head, not knowing what to say.
“When you are a girl, you’re told anything you want to do, anything you accomplish is temporary.  You’re supposed to set it aside one day to be a mother.  That’s supposed to be your real dream.  But that’s not true for all of us.  It’s not true for me, and if Amber’s as much like me as she sounds, it’s not true for her either.  What you did, giving her the freedom to follow her dreams, that was a gift.  You helped both of them, you didn’t take anything from her.”
“I hope you’re right,” he says softly.
“I’m always right,” Liz insists, breaking the tension.
Amirah’s adoption is finalized when she’s six months out.  She’s quiet in Alex’s arms, taking in the unfamiliar environment.  But when the judge asks for a picture with the new family, she giggles and pulls at his beard.  The picture on their mantle shows all of them laughing, the judge making a funny face at Amirah as she claps her hands.
Since their hearing was in the morning, Maria throws a party at the Wild Pony before it opens.  Amirah is happy to be passed from person to person, basking in the attention, leaving Alex and Michael free to socialize and eat using both hands.  She crashes a few hours in, falling asleep in Max’s arms.
As things are winding down, Alex boxes the leftover cake and snags Maria by the waist when she walks by to clear away the empty platters.  “Thanks for this,” he presses a kiss to her temple.
“I remember you telling me you wanted your kids to grow up in the Pony, so this seemed like a good way to start,” Maria teases him.
“This isn’t quite what I meant,” he says, feeling the gentle tug of nostalgia for the dreams he once had.
“I know,” Maria agrees softly. “But it’s how it was always meant to be.”
“Maybe,” he agrees, looking over to where Amirah is awake and back with Michael, both of them flipping through a picture book Rosa made for her. 
They’re not her first steps, but one day Amirah runs from Michael to Alex on unsteady legs, yelling “Da, Da, Da, Da,” and Alex knows what he wants.  He catches her in her arms, kissing her face and neck until she is laughing and wiggling to get down so she can run back to Michael. 
Alex doesn’t say anything then because it’s easy to be sure when Amirah is happy and Michael is playing with her and listening to her babbling like she’s telling him the secrets of the universe.  He waits until after bath time when Amirah screams the whole time because she recently decided she hates getting her hair wet.  He waits until he’s more exhausted than she is, but she’s still fighting sleep, her earlier cries whittled down to occasional wet gasps.
He waits while Michael straightens the bathroom and takes Charlies out.  He waits until they fall into bed, too tired to do more than cuddle.  He waits until nothing is perfect, but he still knows what he wants.
“I think we should call Beth,” he whispers into Michael’s neck.
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aydann-runs · 4 months
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“Can I ask you something hard?” Alex asks, lips brushing against the bare skin of Michael's shoulder in the dark.
Michael is still awake. Alex can feel it in the way Michael's body hasn't quite relaxed in his hold. It's a good time for hard conversations, they've learned, when they're close and connected, a little more unguarded than in the light of day.
“Yeah, ‘s long as I can change my mind if it's not somethin’ I wanna talk about.”
“Always,” Alex confirms.
That's the only ground rule they set for this, borrowed from sex, but useful here, too, that they both have to be okay with having the conversation. That there's no judgment if one of them changes their mind. It's happened a few times, where he or Michael has had to step away from a discussion.
Alex half expects his next question to be shut down from the start, but he asks it anyway. “Do you ever regret staying in Roswell after high school?”
He feels Michael tense, and Alex skims his palm across Michael’s belly, up his chest, and back down. Alex waits patiently, long enough he thinks Michael’s not going to answer. He’s just about to withdraw the question when Michael takes a deep breath and lets it out in a shaky exhale.
“There isn't a really great way to answer that,” Michael says, voice tinged with an old sadness. Alex squeezes him reassuringly but stays quiet. “I…everything was so fucked up then. I couldn’t get out, not after Rosa. Iz needed me, and Max sure as shit couldn't handle everything on his own.”
Alex hums in acknowledgement. It would be too easy to play Monday morning quarterback, but Michael doesn't deserve that. Besides, Alex doesn't know what he would have done at seventeen if he were in Michael's position, with the limited understanding he'd had at the time.
“After that summer, leaving wasn't an option anymore, even if I'd wanted to. I fucked up badly enough that UNM pulled my scholarships.”
Michael sighs and makes an aborted move to roll onto his stomach and bury his face in the pillow. Alex loosens his hold, but Michael shakes his head and presses back, renewing the close contact.
“I fucked up a lot of people's lives that summer. I hurt Liz and Arturo, Rosa. Isobel. I hurt you. There are a lot of things I regret, Alex, but staying was never one of them. I could never regret always being where you could find me.”
Alex tightens his grip on Michael as he falls silent, presses a kiss to the back of his shoulder. He waits until he's sure his voice will be steady to say, “When I first got back to town and told you I thought you'd be long gone, that was my biggest fear. It was so selfish of me. I wasn't in a good place, couldn't tell you how happy I was to see you. And god, I was sad that you'd been stuck here the whole time. I didn't understand then that this was where you'd needed to be.”
Alex buries his face in the curls at the nape of his husband's neck. He inhales the scent that's uniquely Michael, the first rainfall after a dry spell, a hint of motor oil that he can never fully wash away, a little bit of smoky bourbon.
Michael turns in his arms, brushes his nose against Alex's. “This is always where I've needed to be.”
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andrea-lyn · 5 months
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Michael officially hates love -- as Roswell's finest jeweler, he's seen it fall apart one too many times. Still, when Isobel sends him a brand new client, suddenly Michael's beginning to realize that it isn't love that he hates -- it's the fact that he met someone he could love with all his heart and soul, and he's already engaged to someone else. (At least, he is for now)
Lo and behold, Chapter 1/3 of the Malex jewellery AU lives! Weekly updates to come on this one as it's done, but just needs edits. fyi, you will see Forrest in the pairings, but he doesn't actually make an appearance in the fic.
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bekkachaos · 8 months
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For the writing prompt - #5 for Malex please ☺️☺️
5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Deep Sky didn't get many new recruits, but when they did, they were obviously brilliant in one way or another.
The newest team member, a twenty-something classical physicist named Ash, had been labelled somewhat of a prodigy and after a rocky initiation, fit right in.
Not only was he somewhat of a human calculator but he had a quick witted nature about him that everyone seemed to love.
He and Alex got along very well. They bounced ideas off one another and were usually on a very similar wavelength when it came to their thoughts, so when the two of them came together on a project they usually got a lot further than others had in half the time.
Alex sat on the couch at home, the dregs of a glass of wine sat on the coffee table as Michael walked over with a glass of whiskey and the last of the bottle to top up Alex's glass. He had been regaling a story from earlier in the day about some piece of technology they had been tinkering on together, his mouth drawn up in a smile as he explained the way he watched Ash work and how Eduardo had started to joke that they were sounding like an old married couple.
"Honestly, I was never that smart at his age," Alex said as Michael put down the empty bottle and slotted in beside him so that he could put his arm around his shoulders. "I think it should probably be illegal. He just gets this crazed look on his face when he's onto something, although today that led to him nearly electrocuting himself."
He chuckled as he looked back at Michael who just nodded, smiling with just his lips and eyebrows before he took a drink from his own glass.
"Sounds like fun," he said dryly, making Alex narrow his eyes at him curiously.
"Okay, what's with the mood?" he said, making Michael shrug in that infuriating way he did when he was about to make Alex guess what was going on in his brain.
"No mood," he said.
"There's a mood, or, you know, thoughts happening in there," he smirked, making Michael roll his eyes.
"No thoughts," he shrugged again, and Alex chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I mean I've just been sitting here listening to you talk about spending all day with some guy, but no, no real thoughts."
"I've been talking about the project, Guerin," Alex shook his head. "Ash is helping me with that so he's probably going to come up. What have you got against him? You didn't mind him when you came in to drop me some food last week."
"Never said I had anything against him," he said, smirking back at Alex and nudging his shoulder with his chest. "Have you? Had anything against him?"
He was teasing, in tone, but Alex knew Michael well, enough to know the way he was tensing his body up, deflecting with jokes and an arrogant curl of his mouth. It was the same posturing he did when he became defensive, protective, and one other thing.
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Michael squirmed a little, scoffing with a roll of his eyes.
"Of that scrawny kid?" he said, snorting derisively and making Alex bite his lip to stop from laughing.
"You're the same build as he is."
"You noticed that huh?"
"Michael," he said with an exasperated sigh, putting his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "If you find him attractive well that's on you, don't bring me into it."
"So you don't then?" Michael asked, that antagonistic smirk still glued to his mouth.
"Honestly? I haven't noticed," he said, shaking his head slightly. "I don't notice those things anymore. If you asked then yeah, objectively I could say he's an attractive guy. But I'm not attracted to him."
Michael let out a sigh through his nose, his lips faltering a moment as he gave away the facade, putting his glass down on the table and letting his hand rest on Alex's knee.
"So you don't need to be jealous, of him, or anyone else," he said, reaching out to press his palm to Michael's chest, sliding it up and over the crook between his shoulder and neck.
And then the smirk was back, a shrug of his shoulders as he slid his hand further up Alex's thigh, over his hip and slipping his fingers under the fabric of his shirt.
"Don't worry, I'm not," he said, leaning in until he could place a soft kiss under Alex's jaw, his head tilting up willingly to give him the space to crowd him closer. "I mean, can that guy do this?"
He mumbled the words into his skin, chasing them down with his tongue, then his lips, his hand rising higher under Alex's shirt until he was slowly pulling back so that Alex could raise his arms and be stripped out of it.
Michael's arrogant smirk was replaced by parted lips and hungry eyes, making Alex roll his eyes as he let Michael shift him so that he had one leg on the couch and the other on the floor, a perfect fit between them for Michael to settle.
"Nah, he just gets the science and that little wrinkle you get when you think too hard," he grinned, making Alex chuckle and drop his head back a moment.
"You're an idiot," Alex said as Michael leant in over him.
"You're in love with an idiot," he smiled, leaving a soft kiss against Alex's lips. "What does that say about you?"
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sun-tomato · 3 months
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Would you come home for Christmas? by SunTomato
Summary:
"You know, if this were a Hallmark flick, it’d be hot chocolate,” Michael quips with an easy grin.
“But it’s not,” Alex grumbles, wrinkling his nose at the smell. He wipes useless at the dark stain on his chest.
If this was a Hallmark movie, Michael Guerin would definitely fit the part. He’s got the lumberjack look down to a tee with the flannel, the worn jeans, the work boots, and a stupid cowboy hat to boot. And, unfortunately, he is still annoyingly attractive.
When Alex Manes is forced to come back to his hometown, he finds some things are exactly as he left them. Including his high school crush.
Inspired by any Hallmark Christmas movie made, ever.
Written for @haloud for @rnm-secret-santa Happy Holidays!! 🎄🌟❤️
Artwork/banner was created my mythras_fire because they're amazing!
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oatflatwhite · 6 months
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new rnm fic! read her here :)
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bloggingbisexually · 3 months
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Happy holidays to you @jocarthage!! I hope you enjoy this little slice of angsty teen!Malex with some sassy best friend Rosa on the side.
Big huge thanks to @aydann-runs for being an awesome beta and to @rnm-secret-santa for running this event!!
Title: Capture the Moment While We’re Here
Summary: The thing about high school, Michael Guerin quickly learned in his freshman year, was that everyone had a spot. Michael's spot was behind the bleachers. It's where all the outcasts, misfits, and deviants congregated. It's where Michael met Rosa Ortecho.
-- A slightly different take on the events of 1x06. Michael is friends with Rosa, Isobel is confusing, Alex is hot, and Michael's just trying to keep it all together.
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pastelwitchling · 3 days
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Malex smut.
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              Michael smiled against the crook of Alex’s neck as his husband writhed beneath him, Michael buried to the hilt inside him.
              “M-Michael,” he stammered, breathless and red as Michael squirmed enough that the head of his cock brushed Alex’s prostate, but he didn’t move. He didn’t thrust or pound Alex into the bed, he just stayed buried, brushing Alex’s sweet spot as his husband turned damp beneath him, his back arched, his nails carving into Michael’s biceps.
              “You’re so gorgeous like this,” Michael breathed, nuzzling Alex’s jaw, his chin, his cheek. “Naked and sweaty and mine.”
              “Michael –”
              “Spread your legs more.”
              Alex bit his lower lip, but complied, pushing his legs further apart.
              Michael kissed his ear and in a voice like gravel, said, “Good boy.” Alex shivered against him, whimpering as he hugged his shoulders, clinging to him.
              Michael couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He couldn’t believe that he alone got to have Alex like this; vulnerable and wanting and pleading.
              Squirming again, Michael gave him the barest of thrusts, and Alex gasped, arching his back, eager for whatever Michael would give him.
              Michael caught his face in one hand. He bit Alex’s lower lip and tugged, then licked the bite mark. “Who do you belong to?”
              Alex looked like he was struggling to breathe. Michael loved it. “You.”
              Michael rewarded him with another thrust, long and deeper and harder. “Who do you worship?”
              “You.”
              Another thrust.
              Michael chuckled breathlessly against his jaw, inhaling the smell of his sweat as Alex moaned.
              “You feel so good,” Michael huffed, his heart hammering. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”
              Alex whimpered. “Please.”
              Michael admired Alex’s stubble against his fingers, the flush of Alex’s cheeks, the unshed tears in his eyes as pleasure overtook every single one of his senses. He was safe here, and he knew he was safe here. That was Michael’s favorite part. How vulnerable Alex was only in Michael’s arms because he knew Michael would destroy the world before he let it hurt a hair on Alex’s head.
              “Tell me you love me,” Michael huffed against his ear.
              Without a moment’s hesitation, Alex breathed, “More than anything.”
              Michael’s heart hammered for a completely different reason at the promise in Alex’s voice, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He drew back and thrusted into Alex with a loud slap. It took two more thrusts before they were both coming harder than they had in days.
              As they lay panting afterwards, Michael’s body halfway on top of Alex’s as their chests heaved, Alex ran his hands up and down Michael’s back, his eyes shut. “You enjoy torturing me way too much.”
              Michael grinned and bit into Alex’s shoulder, making him hiss. “My dick has a price.”
              Alex huffed a chuckle, which quickly turned into a laugh. Michael couldn’t look away. Tracing his husband’s jaw, he shook his head. “Your smile is unreal. Have I ever told you that?”
              Alex’s laughter faded from his lips, but not from his eyes as he turned to look at Michael’s face. “Once or twice. A week.”
              “It’s true.”
              Alex poked his ribs. “You’re unreal.”
              Michael bit his lower lip, and leaned in, thrusting his hip against Alex’s thigh. His cock was already hardening again, and Alex burst into laughter.
              “You really are unreal! Don’t you get tired?”
              “Not of you,” Michael said, like it was obvious, already moving to hover over his giggling husband. "Never of you."
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Geminids Holiday Party
Summary: Michael and Alex agreed to host a holiday party for the peak display of the Geminids meteor shower. They regretted that decision almost immediately. (2917 words)
Notes: For @sun-tomato written for the @rnm-secret-santa event. Happy Holidays!
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"What the hell were we thinking when we agreed to do this?" Alex flopped down onto the couch, or at least as much he could flop down without majorly fucking up his knee in the prosthetic. 
"It won't be that bad," Michael tried to reason with him.
"It shouldn't be, but this is our first time hosting all of these people in our home, in our home - together," Alex replied. "We had less time to plan our wedding, so my anxiety is probably just over-compensating.
"And how is it you're the calm one about all of this?" Alex asked.
"I've decided that to get through this, I've got to give the least amount of fucks to give while still making enough effort that you don't get Ramos to lock me away at Deep Sky," Michael said jokingly. Well, mostly joking.
"Har, har," Alex replied with a roll of his eyes. "Ok. Let's make a list of yeses and nos for this party," Alex said, and picked up a pad of paper and pen from the coffee table. He labeled it with 'Alex and Michael's Holiday Extravaganza', and drew YES and NO columns. 
"Extravaganza, hey? How fancy do you think this shindig is gonna be?" ask Michael, moderately concerned about what they'd gotten themselves into beyond providing a location and maybe some beer.
"Now you see why I'm freaking out? I've built it up in my head ever since we said yes." Alex chewed on the side of his thumb. "It just felt like 'our turn' to host something with our friends."
"Um, are you forgetting that we had a whole-ass wedding a few months ago?" Michael countered. 
"That was such a group effort because it was so last minute."
So it was decided that they would go it alone, not even beg Isobel to help. They wanted to prove their capabilities. They were two very smart men after all, and one of them even had super powers, for fucks sake, they could do this!
After deciding on a few simple appetizers and snacks to have on hand to keep people from getting drunk too quickly, selecting a playlist of the least annoying holiday songs they could muster, they moved onto décor.
"Mistletoe?" Alex suggested.
"Fuck no, too tacky and too weird even for me - have you read the Wikipedia page for it?
"Should we get a tree?" Someday Michael wanted his own Christmas tree.
"Mmmm, no, or at least not yet. It will take up too much space. We're going to have to move some furniture around as it is." Alex instead proposed instead getting a bunch of lights to wrap around the bigger palms, dracaena, and ficus that were around the living room. "And we can put lights around the windows, and maybe a few strings down the hallway?"
"Anything else?" Michael asked. And then perked up with an idea, "Oh, we could make some simple snowflake garlands. I heard some lady mention it on the phone while I was fixing her car yesterday."
"Those would look nice. But I don't know - how about let's see what all we can get done and decide later if we have time to add some of that."
 "True. Ok, so basically lights. And lots of them." Michael was shockingly excited to get to the decorating. He didn't go full Griswold, but had plans for next year. 
***
It ended up being a good thing that Alex and Michael had agreed to host because Max and Dallas arrived back from Oasis just hours before the party. Had Liz or Maria been in charge of hosting, well, likely the party would not have happened. Liz had not left Max's lap since they plopped themselves onto one of the oversized lounge chairs. As for Dallas and Maria, they were hunkered down together trading stories back and forth, catching each other up on the last few months apart.
And the great return from Oasis gave just another reason to celebrate, and actually took some of the pressure off for having everything just so. The first part of the night mainly ended up with everyone just sitting around and catching up, and that suited them just fine.
Alex leaned into making sure their guests were having a good time. He dipped in and out of conversations, always stepping away to tend to some snack bowl that needed topping up or drink that needed refilling. 
"Since when did you become a trained happy little hostess?" The tone of Michael's question was teasing, but had undertones of naughtiness that could get them both into trouble. Alex started to consider ways in which to end this party early so that he and Michael could just relax and go to bed. But that wouldn't be for a while. 
The original reason they decided to host their party in mid December was actually as a pre-game to peak Geminids meteor shower watching. With their house being on the edge of Roswell, backing onto a mix of agricultural land and undeveloped desert, there was little light pollution to contend with in the backyard, so it was a good place to relax and take in the show the sky was about to put on. They did end up borrowing some comfy patio furniture and lounge cushions from Iz's Woman as Warrior outdoor studio to be able to seat all the guests. 
So many nights spent alone, sitting on that fence near the crash site, or laying in the back of his Chevy, Michael would stare up into the night sky, hoping somewhere out there was home. On the nights of meteor showers he felt especially hopeful that maybe, just maybe, one of those lights was a ship sent to rescue him. 
And then in high school, he and Alex had orbited around one another, most definitely aware of each other's presence. They didn't breach that elliptical orbit until Michael just had to spiral off like his own meteor, burning up upon entering Alex's atmosphere that involved borrowed guitars, kindness, and clandestine kisses. And then finally, way too much later on, he found his home with Alex.
So the meteor shower was comforting to Michael - a metaphor of sorts for the way he used to dream about what was out there for him. And he wanted to share that comfort with his friends and family. Not that he was going to say any of that out loud to anyone, ever. Well, maybe to Alex - someday. But deep down, Alex probably already knew. He'd spent enough time laying beside Michael, staring up at that same night sky.
***
Alex managed to get Sanders alone for a few minutes at the party. He'd been wanting to speak to him for awhile, but hadn't found the chance to make it out to the junkyard on days Michael wasn't working.
"How ya been, kid?" Sanders asked, clapping a hand on Alex's shoulder.
"Pretty good, actually." Alex felt a wash of relief course through his body when he realized how true those words were. 
"Hey, Sanders, I was hoping I could pick your brain about something," Alex asked. Now was as good a time as any.
"Shoot. As long as you don't mean literally," Sanders joked.
"Ha, of course not." Alex moved them a bit further away from the drinks table for the tiniest bit more privacy. "I've been wondering if there were any traditions or memories you tried to create with Michael when you looked out for him when he was younger?" Alex asked, pausing for a sip of his drink as he had a follow-up thought for Sanders to consider. "Or maybe, were there any traditions you and Roy shared with Nora and Louise that they seemed to enjoy? You must have spent Christmas of '47 with them?"
"That was a long, long time ago," Sanders replied. 
Alex noticed a faint wetness in his eyes. "Well, maybe think about it for a couple days and let me know if you remember anything," Alex offered. "Honestly, no pressure."
Alex liked the old guy. He had always been nice to him. And he knew that Michael loved him. "And just putting this out there - we'd love to have you over one day for a nice meal to celebrate the holidays with you." 
"Sounds great, kid. I would love too," Sanders replied, taking his own sip of beer to no doubt hold back his emotions.
***
Rosa showed up to the party a bit later with Arturo - with Arturo and a puppy! She was fostering Comet and couldn't leave it alone lest it destroyed her room. And Arturo brought fresh hot churros so everyone was happy to have them all there!
Alex - and the puppy - disappeared for a LONG time. Michael was left to make sure everyone was having a good time, which honestly wasn't that hard with the 6 different beers types he'd picked up, and everything else the party had going for it.
Eventually Alex returned. He'd obviously been playing with the puppy. Michael wasn't sure if he was more jealous of Comet or Alex.
"Sorry, sorry," Alex said, walking over to Michael, still petting the wriggling puppy in his arms. "I just needed to get my puppy-fix in so that I don't adopt one before we're ready."   
"Noted." Michael leaned in, getting some puppy kisses. He couldn't help but to smile. He'd always known Alex wanted a dog. Hell, he'd wanted one too. "That is definitely something I could get into."
***
The party eventually moved outside once everyone had filled up on snacks and the night sky had fully darkened. Since it was so clear out that night, the desert air was especially chilling. The guests that weren't Oasain or had their own personal space heater to cuddle up to didn't last long with the meteor watching. To keep warm, Michael started a roaring fire in the firepit and Alex pulled the karaoke machine outside. 
In the middle of a rather rousing singalong of 'Feliz Navidad', the flashing lights from a cop car filled the yard.
Deputy Joe came in through the gate casually, almost like he was going to join the party. "Max!" he exclaimed, pulling him into a half hand-shake, half bro-hug. "How long have you been back?"
"Not even 24 hours, and definitely jet lagged," Max replied. "I haven't even been out to my house yet."
"Well, I don't mean to bust up your welcome home festivities, but we've had a noise complaint coupled with lewd lyrics from some of the songs overheard," Deputy Joe explained.
"Did the complaint say which song it was?" Alex asked, but he was pretty sure he could guess.
"The call mentioned something about a particularly offensive version of 'Santa Baby'," Deputy Joe said, flipping through his notepad. "They also mentioned 'loud wailing and the sounds ritualistic torture' coming from the party as well. I didn't take the call, but Betty on dispatch said the person with the list of complaints would continue to call and put her 'tax dollars to good use' unless we came out and shut it down."
Everyone glared at Isobel and Kyle. Their performance of 'Santa Baby' had been particularly uncomfortable for everyone to witness. "What, as if you didn't think my lyric suggestions were a stroke of genius," Isobel said, trying to defend herself.
"You were stroking something," Michael muttered under his breath, wishing he could scrape the sight of Isobel grinding up on Valenti from his memory.
"Anyway," Alex interrupted, hoping to smooth things over with Deputy Joe, "if we promise to stop with the karaoke, does that make us squared away?" 
"I believe so. And maybe keep the singing to the indoors next time," he suggested. Deputy Joe walked over to the gate and pulled it open. He paused and turned, saying, "Don't be a stranger Max. We all miss you down at the station."
"Will do," Max answered, "and take care."
Once the deputy's car rolled out of sight, everyone started talking at once, mostly deriding the song lyric choices of Isobel. "Hey, Kyle was in on it too," she said, trying to deflect the blame.
Kyle just smiled and nodded in a 'yes, dear' kind of way, trying really hard not to put his foot in his mouth and say something that would set Isobel off for real. 
The deputy's visit pretty much signaled the end of the party, plus half of them had to be at work in the morning. After everyone had said their goodbyes, Michael and Alex were left by themselves. They stood next to each other, surveying the damage from the evening. While there was no actual damage to anything, there was quite a lot to clean up.  
"Maybe if we go to sleep now, it will all magically be clean when we wake up in the morning," Michael joked, but was really hoping somehow it managed to be real. 
"Next time, we'll have to book a late night cleaning service for that to come true," Alex promised.
"Next time?" Michael replied in disbelief. "We have to do this again?" He flopped down on the sofa in a huff and started listing all the reasons why this party had been a failure. "Not only did the cops bust up the party, but we had to suffer through terrible karaoke. And then you disappeared for over 30 minutes leaving me to fend for myself. Worst of all, Sanders and Rosa ate the last of the churros, and then there's the clean-up we still need to tackle."
Alex huffed out an affectionate laugh and sat down beside him. "Is that all? Did you get everything?"
"No," Michael pouted. "We got interrupted earlier, so I didn't even get to come."
"Oh riiight, that," Alex joked. "That is definitely something we can fix immediately, if you're up for it."
Michael's face lit up in a smile. "It will give me energy to do all the cleaning."
Alex knew that was a lie, but he was not going to say 'no' to sexy times with Michael.
***
"Please, remind me again why we’re having sex behind a tree?” 
"Because the house is full of guests, we might not have the energy later, and isn't this thrilling?" Michael emphasized each point with a thrust of his hips, his cock sliding deliciously though Alex's tight grip. 
"Totally," Alex replied. His voice dripped with sarcasm, even though it was 100% true. And then he moaned when Michael's hand gave a perfect twist and tug as he worked Alex closer to the edge.
Michael leaned in for a kiss to be sure no one could hear them. In the quiet darkness, with only the stars above as witness, it was as if they were teenagers again.
And then they heard the sound of the back door creaking open and the clatter of claws on the patio. 
"Hurry up Comet, just pick a spot to go pee," Rosa whisper-shouted, her voice cutting through the illusion of privacy Michael and Alex thought they had.
They quickly tucked themselves back into their jeans as gingerly as possible, willing their hardness away. 
The puppy sniffed her way over to the tree they were leaning against and gave a few quick little barks.
"Hey Comet, shhhh, you'll give us away."
"Too late, Alex," Rosa said, laughing as she tugged on Comet's leash.
"Shit, you caught us, uh, stringing up some extra patio lights," Michael tried as an excuse.
"You keep telling yourself that." Rosa led Comet back to the house leaving them alone once more.
Alex sighed. "I guess we better get back in there, then, before she sends everyone else out to interrupt." 
"Promise we'll pick this up later?" Michael begged as they headed towards the door.
***
Feeling bad about messing up the end of the party, Isobel picked up some bagels on her way over to Alex and Michael's in the morning. She also planned to help them tidy up if there was anything left to do.
"Hello, I have bagels," she called out, pulling the door open. "Hope you're not naked!" she added.
And they weren't - but she wouldn't have minded a glimpse at what Alex had going on. Even though they had a whole ass bed steps away, she found them still fast asleep on the sofa. 
As it was still so very early and the sunlight had barely started to roll across the landscape, Isobel decided to put her well honed powers to good use. She felt like a combination of a magical Disney princess, Mary Poppins, and Samantha from Bewitched. All she needed were some singing forest creatures. In no time at all, she had the dishwasher loaded and running, the floor swept and mopped, and had the trash outside in the bins. She even started a pot of coffee hoping that would maybe wake those two sleepy heads up.
She sat sipping her own cup of steaming coffee and taking bites of a bagel loaded with cream cheese, watching Michael and Alex slowly wake.
"Holy shit, Isobel, why are you staring at us like that? What time is it?" Michael's morning voice was gravelly. 
"It's already 9am, and you should be grateful I'm here," she replied.
Alex sat up, stretching, trying to shake the sleep away, moderately regretting falling asleep on the sofa once again. He looked around and noticed it seemed much cleaner than he remembered. "Hey, did you tidy up in here?" he asked.
Isobel replied with a sweet sing-songy voice, "You're welcome."
The end.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes Additional Tags: Telekinesis, Aliens, Falling In Love, School Dances, Halloween, Michael Guerin Loves Alex Manes, Alex Manes Loves Michael Guerin, 5+1 Things Series: Part 10 of It's Just a Bunch of Halloween Fics, Part 2 of Malex's Haunted House Summary:
He was totally in the zone, stirring the sauce with his telekinesis while he seasoned the chicken thighs, when Alex pressed up behind him and said, “What’s all this?”
Michael shivered at the sudden warmth of Alex and the way his breath felt on his neck, and the spoon that had been stirring the sauce went flying and splatted quietly against the wall.
Alex looked at the spoon as it fell to the floor, then at Michael, his eyebrow raised. “Happy to see me?”
Michael can't stop his powers from reacting to Alex, and it's embarrassing and inconvenient for him. Alex, on the other hand, is completely fine with it.
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this life is sweeter than fiction
Summary: Alex & Michael have a lunch date at the Crashdown
A/N: i said i wasn't writing again until next year, but this happened that same night and i was going to save it until i wrote the sequel to "all the stars aligned" but now it's just gonna be part of a series set within that universe instead.
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Liz places a milkshake on the table in front of him, but doesn't leave. Instead she stands there, hand on her hip, waiting for him to acknowledge her. Carefully, Alex glances across to Michael, who's brow is furrowed in adorable confusion as he glances back and forth between the two of them.
“Liz?”
“Alex.”
“Something wrong?”
She leans forward just enough to gently bump the milkshake glass again with her finger.
“Can we please take this off the menu?”
“What is it?” Michael immediately chimes in, reaching out to dip a finger into the ice cream. Alex watches as he pulls his hand back, slipping the finger between his lips and into his mouth. He's too focused on the explaining Liz is going to make him do to really enjoy the way Michael sucks on his own finger, even in the middle of the Crashdown with Liz standing a foot away.
“This is the worst selling milkshake on the menu, and Alex won't let me and Papi take it off.”
“It's good,” Michael replies innocently, reaching back over and trying it again. “Is that caramel?”
“It's Bananas Foster Ranch.”
The thing is, Alex doesn't want to let them remove it from the menu, even if he's the only one to ever order it so that it generates at least a bit of revenue. The timing of it appearing on the menu at the Crashdown had felt almost serendipitous - it first made an appearance the summer after senior year, Arturo clearly trying to add some new puns to the menu in his own effort to distract from the hurt of both Rosa's death and Liz's sudden departure. He knew it'd disappeared some time during the decade he was away - not enough people ordering it to justify keeping the option on the menu for long. But once he'd been back in town, once he'd been fully settled into Roswell once more, Alex had inquired to Arturo one day if he could whip one up for him, for nostalgia's sake.
And within a couple days, it had been added back.
Liz had taken note almost immediately when she'd arrived back in town several months later, wasting no time demanding to know the reason why. But back then, Alex couldn't tell her. Because back then, there was no Alex and Michael - if anything there was only Alex and the mysterious Museum Guy. And to admit why he liked seeing the Bananas Foster Ranch milkshake on the menu felt almost like a declaration. It felt like once someone knew about him and Michael, it was too easy to connect the remaining dots.
“I don't understand,” Michael says, forgoing sticking his finger back in the glass again and just pulling the entire thing over towards him, straw between his lips as he sucks the ice cream up into his mouth.
“Took me way way too long to realize but-” Liz turns to look down at him, an eyebrow raised. “You want to do the honors?”
Alex wants to tell Liz to get lost, to take the milkshake with her and forget this entire exchange ever happened. But there's something in the way Michael is looking back at him, waiting expectantly for the answer, that makes Alex feel a tiny bit braver.
“It reminded me of you, Michael.”
He immediately covers his face in his hands, screwing his eyes shut and groaning at himself for the embarrassment he feels. He knows he shouldn't, that it's just another thing on a laundry list of items that have long allowed Alex to think about Michael when he couldn't actually talk about him in public, or mention him to anyone. 
He hears the familiar sound of Liz walking away from the table, boots stomping on the linoleum floor as she goes, and slowly drops his hands to see Michael watching him. Michael reaches over to gently grab hold of his hands, pulling them the rest of the way down, but not letting go and resting them on the table together between them.
“Hasn't this been on the menu since we were kids?”
“Summer after senior year, actually.”
A smile spreads across Michael's face as he tugs at their hands, pulling Alex's own up to his lips and pressing a kiss to the knuckles. It's the simplest little action, but it has Alex's heart soaring in his chest. Two years ago, he never could have imagined being able to do any of this with someone he liked - let alone with Michael. And there once was a time where he believed that no matter who he dated, who he tried to have a public relationship with, his father would always find some way to interfere. His goal became trying to be happy enough , find something he could live with so that no one else would ever know what it was like to be at the end of his father's rage.
Maria had always been his plan for happy enough, the plans made long ago sometime in high school before Michael Guerin swooped in and stole his guitar. He always knew that while he would never be in love with her, he'd never feel that rush of excitement that came with falling in love with someone - but he loved her enough, and she was the safest he ever managed to feel at a time when there was no one else in his life reminding him of his own worth. Her presence has always been his safety net, that person who no matter what, will always be there for him - and he would always be there for her in return.
But his father's death had changed everything for him. No longer did he have to look over his shoulder, no longer did he feel like there would always be someone lurking around the corner, ready to ruin any moment of happiness Alex may try and take for himself. And now, with the statue in the square gone, he didn't have to stare at the reminder each time he walked through town with Michael, the two of them holding hands and strolling down the sidewalk. For the first time in his life, Alex felt like he was starting to truly reap the benefits of the war he'd been waging since he was a kid.
“Didn't know you were so sentimental, Manes.”
Alex smiles at Michael across the table, because there's no way that's true. Not when Michael had found him last year in that portal dimension, sitting on the tailgate of Michael's truck, watching reels that contained his own memories as if they were movies.
Alex gently removes his hand from Michael's, and carefully pulls the milkshake glass towards himself across the table. He takes a sip from the straw, savoring the taste of banana and caramel. Nothing about the flavor of the milkshake reminds Alex about Michael, it's always been completely and totally about the name.
“Liked having things that reminded me of you, even before there was really an us .”
Michael chuckles quietly in response. “Would you change anything? If you could?”
It's a question Alex has asked himself before, not necessarily needing an answer, but more just a general curiosity. And while he wishes the incident in the shed never happened, Alex wonders who they both would be as people right now without it. Because he knows that, regardless of what happened there that night, there's also the incident with Noah, and Isobel, and Rosa that took place that night - a whole combination of which was the reason in the end that Michael gave up his scholarship to UNM, and stayed in Roswell for the next decade instead. Would he change his father, perhaps? But that would require going back even further and convincing Harlan that the aliens who crash landed in 1947 weren't dangerous, they weren't invaders, and they weren't here to murder humans. Everything feels like dominoes, one event after another, but all of them tied together.
“Only if you and I still ended up here,” he replies, carefully considering his words.
Liz comes back over to the table, looking slightly impatient. There's a brand new stain on the front of her uniform - something that looks like rocket relish, Alex thinks.
“Everything okay, Ortecho?”
“You have ten seconds to order.”
Michael laughs out loud, smiling over at him across the table. “Such great service here.”
Liz thrusts her arm out in front of Michael, showing him the face of the watch on her wrist.
“May I remind you, I have a life outside this diner. And a date with a very handsome, very sexy cowboy tonight. So god help you if I don't clock out from my shift in exactly 28 minutes.”
They both quickly place orders - hamburgers, fries, extra flying sauce. Liz glares at both of them as Michael asks for another Bananas Foster Ranch milkshake, but Alex decides to opt for Abducted by Chocolate instead. 
Better to dip his fries into.
“I'd ban both of you if I didn't think Papi would just ignore it.”
Alex watches Liz head towards the kitchen, pausing the scribble their orders down on her pad and sticking it in the window. The cafe is busy - a typical midday lunch rush, and Alex had been working from home today, so he'd shown up at the junkyard unannounced to ask Michael to grab something to eat with him. It felt like one of the perks of working from home instead of commuting out to Deep Sky for the day, because that would mean he wouldn't be home until closer to dinner if he did a full day at the office. Plus, he's certain that Sanders doesn't mind him dragging Michael away for an hour or so. The old man might be a crank, but Alex is convinced there is a soft spot buried somewhere deep inside him.
He turns back towards Michael, only to see him watching him, as if there is nowhere else to look in the whole of the diner. The milkshake glass is at the end of the table, Michael having finished the last of it off rather quickly, like now that he's learned why it's still on the menu he actually likes it.
“How'd you get them to keep this on the menu if it doesn't sell?” Michael asks, bumping the empty glass with his hand for emphasis.
Alex doesn’t know the answer to that question, only that every time it has been taken off, he's come into the diner and tried to order it. Perhaps it's less trouble to keep it on the menu than deal with explaining to each new waiter that gets hired why if a certain customer orders that one specific milkshake that isn't actually on the menu, they still have to make it for him.
“Guess Arturo just likes me,” he replies with a wink and a smile.
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pleasantfanartist · 11 months
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Inspired by the fic In This Twilight by @burntotears
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