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Alex Manes & Michael Guerin

What: Teen angst
Where: Town
When: Sunday
Warnings: Teen angst
Status: Incomplete

It would have been so easy to use his power, to blast Jesse Manes into next week. As much as he wanted to do just that, he held back. He resisted because using his telekensis would clue Alex in to the fact that Michael wasn't normal. He honestly didn't care what Jesse Manes thought of him, but he cared, very much, what Alex Manes thought of him. Alex was the only one who mattered.

Oh, he supposed he had to think of Max and Isobel too. Exposing himself exposed them right along with him. But they weren't the reason he held back. He resisted using his power, even when Alex's dad smashed his hand, because he didn't want to risk freaking Alex out. He didn't want to risk losing Alex that way. Because Alex would see him as a freak. That thought upset him more than any other aspect of it.

So he did nothing. He accepted the blow to his hand, and the screaming that followed. He knew Alex was sorry, that he would probably apologise a thousand times for something that wasn't even his fault. Michael didn't care. he didn't blame Alex. He blamed his bigoted, asshole father. Jesse was the one who swung the hammer, Jesse was the one at fault. Alex had shown Michael nothing but kindness, and an acceptance Michael had never felt anywhere else. Not even with Max and Isobel, if he were honest.

The pain from his hand was mind numbing. He wasn't sure he hadn't blacked out, at least for a few seconds. But what the fuck? He was no longer in the Manes family shed. He was in town, and it didn't look like Roswell. "What the..." He glanced around, his left hand, mangled and bleeding, cradled to his chest. "Alex?"