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It's been a rough week.

Michael's not back to the same state he was in a year ago after he'd been kidnapped, but he's still spending a lot more time in bed than awake. Magnus is gone and that's fine, it's whatever. He's been abandoned so many times before and it's not like they were best friends. It's just that Magnus helped him recover memories of his mother. He helped him create a plan for his hand, for kids in the future. He even found the doctor for him.

He hasn't really had someone like that in his life that he trusts outside of Alex and Caleb, and now he's just, he's gone. Asshole.

So he's been sulking, and yeah, he gets up to make sure breakfast is made and Luke gets to school, but then he goes back to bed instead of fiddling with the drones. He knows Alex is going to call him on it, probably soon, but it's like there's a thundercloud over his head that he can't escape, and it's just weighing him down and exhausting him.

He misses Magnus, and he's not sure what to do about it, other than curl up in bed with a book, trying to read the feelings away.

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It's hard though to remember that they're in public, that they should be careful of one another. It's wicked and delicious and he knows they need to be cautious but that doesn't mean he wants to control himself.

"Good. Because I'm looking forward to that," he says softly, staring up at Michael with a small smile. "Especially you working on knocking me up."

Michael is keeping his hands out of Alex's pants. For that alone, he thinks he should get a medal, because he's behaving. He kisses Alex again, slow and deep, right up until he barks out a laugh. "Knocking you up, huh," he drawls. "Something you haven't told me, Alex?" he asks, moving his palm to spread out on Alex's stomach.

"You got an alien bun in your oven?"

He laughs, loving the tease, the playfulness between them. He bats lashes at Michael, wide eyed and innocent. "Maaaaybe. You never know," he teases, leaning up to kiss Michael with a grin.

It's hard not to laugh more. "You laughed though. I feel I've succeeded today."

He did laugh, didn't he? And he hadn't even stopped to think about it, hadn't thought that it was too awful that he couldn't. He gives Alex a wry smile, as much as he still feels the ache in his chest, because he definitely got caught by surprise.

"Considering we really sucked at communication for a while, you're good at this now," he praises. "We figured that shit out, huh."

It's true though. Alex had been horrible at communication. He had screwed up so much, and he knew that while they both had a hand in things, so much of it was him. He left and then he came back and treated Michael like shit.

"You know sometimes I think it's because of being away from it all. I came here and there was nothing holding me back, noting from the past. I guess it opened me up a bit."

Whatever it is, he's thankful for it. Thankful for this chance with Michael and all that it offers.

"Just me," Michael admits, because he'd been the only thing from Roswell in this new place, and they'd taken it slowly. He still thinks if they hadn't suddenly become seventeen, he would have drawn it out as long as humanly possible, just to not fuck it up.

He presses his forehead to Alex's, brushing it back and forth, breathing out slowly. "I want this to be what we have, anywhere. Us, a family, a home," he says, voice raw and rough. "The things I dreamed of before Jesse smashed my hand."

"Just you. I miss things, and people, but I never want to lose what we've gained here. Not ever." And he knows that may mean staying here forever. Which if he didn't want it for them, he wants for Luke. He needs to be protected from all that happens in his world.

"We have it, Michael. And if we go home, we'll have it there too. I promise," he whispers to him. "Just like we'll get your hand healed one way or another."

Michael lifts his hand, broken and mangled and still in pain most of the time. More of the time, if he's honest, since he stopped self-medicating to make it stop. He flexes it, the pinky shaking with the effort, and he stares at it, dismayed.

"I had the surgeon from Magnus, but I wanted the backup of having his powers, in case things got dicey," he says, voice rough. "I know Magnus trusted the doc, but it's hard to do the same."

Alex reaches out, lightly running his fingers over Michael's hand as he leans in, kissing the scars tenderly.

"What was Magnus going to be able to do for you? Is there anyone else that could help?"

"You know anyone magic enough to help with the surgery and keeping the pain at bay and me conscious?" It's one of the only ways he feels like he can do it, after the abduction. "I don't trust doctors right now, not alone," he says roughly. "Not after everything, and I'm gonna have to be knocked out."

He speaks with an edge of frustration and it drives him onwards, bearing in to kiss Alex hard, instead of thinking about what he can't do.

Alex cups the back of Michael's neck, drawing him in for a hard, desperate kiss. Just trying to offer what he can to comfort his husband.

"Then we will find a way," he whispers fiercely between kisses. "I'm not sure how, but we'll find a way."