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littleorphanalien) wrote2020-06-12 08:44 am
littleorphanalien) wrote2020-06-12 08:44 am
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Michael's been irritable since he woke up and saw the date. June 14th.
The day that he and Max and Isobel were found wandering in the desert by the trucker. The day, for lack of better information, they chose to celebrate their birthdays. The day that they killed a drifter and Isobel started having her blackouts. He kind of hates this day. He slams drawers a little too hard, is too curt, and eventually excuses himself to go to the library where he can sulk in peace and not break down his engagement or his relationship with anyone in the process.
When he finally calms down (and he had to stop for an afternoon beer to help with that), he drives home, but freezes when he sees a glint of metal as he approaches the bungalow.
Getting out, Michael staggers to a stop, feeling something like uneasiness rising.
His Airstream is outside of the bungalow, and his truck hooked up to it.
The truck he lived in for years, the one he and Alex used to make out in the back of. The home he had that led to Alex giving him a place and the home he'd moved into as soon as he'd scratched together the money. They're here, and on his birthday. He wipes at his cheek when he realizes he's started crying, and he's not sure if it's because he's so angry at this place for giving him this kind of birthday present or whether it's relief to have these things here.
The day that he and Max and Isobel were found wandering in the desert by the trucker. The day, for lack of better information, they chose to celebrate their birthdays. The day that they killed a drifter and Isobel started having her blackouts. He kind of hates this day. He slams drawers a little too hard, is too curt, and eventually excuses himself to go to the library where he can sulk in peace and not break down his engagement or his relationship with anyone in the process.
When he finally calms down (and he had to stop for an afternoon beer to help with that), he drives home, but freezes when he sees a glint of metal as he approaches the bungalow.
Getting out, Michael staggers to a stop, feeling something like uneasiness rising.
His Airstream is outside of the bungalow, and his truck hooked up to it.
The truck he lived in for years, the one he and Alex used to make out in the back of. The home he had that led to Alex giving him a place and the home he'd moved into as soon as he'd scratched together the money. They're here, and on his birthday. He wipes at his cheek when he realizes he's started crying, and he's not sure if it's because he's so angry at this place for giving him this kind of birthday present or whether it's relief to have these things here.
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"Good. Hell, maybe I'll find a way to do what I should have when he touched you,' he says, not saying kill him but it's what he's thinking, nonetheless. "I want this. I want you. I should have screamed it from the rooftops of Roswell instead of Valenti just figuring it out and no one else knowing. I should have told them all," he says. "And we ever go back and I will. I swear. But..."
He pulls back enough to look at Michael. "I don't want to go back. I really don't. I want to stay here with Luke and you and our friends and this beautiful house and whatever family we have here."
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It's a simple truth and he means it, but it's not something that he thinks means they have to keep score. "You're just amazing," he vows. "You're not weak, you're human, but the best of all kinds of humans." He tips his head to the side to stare at Alex, draping his leg over Alex's as he crawls into his lap>
"I want this too, all of it," he says, and he's grinning. "I don't want to go back either. I love our house and our family, but Alex, maybe I do want one birthday gift," he admits.
He bites his lip and nods to the house.
"Let's go make some cosmic love in that beautiful bed of ours in our fancy house, while I kiss promises into your skin that I'm always gonna find you and give us a chance."
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And then Michael is agreeing with him and it's the most perfect words he's ever heard. They're finally on the same page, agreeing about everything, and he couldn't be happier. Not now that they have this. He's so excited and happy as he cups Michael's cheek, kissing the tip of his nose, the corner of his mouth.
His heart races at those words, kissing Michael tenderly. "Happy Birthday, Michael," he whispers. "We will always find one another. Every day. Every time. No matter where the universe sends us," he vows. "Come on. I need all of that and more, and I'll always give you the same. Always, Michael."