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Michael Guerin is a (miserableliar) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-04-18 10:54:00

Who: Michael Guerin, Isobel Evans & Max Evans
What: Michael wakes up a seven year old
When: April 1st
Where: Street not far from Michael's trailer
Rating/Warning: Low/None!
Status: Complete


Michael woke up in an unfamiliar place. Not that that was an unusual occurrence. Ever since the car accident (or so he was told) he moved around from foster home to foster home. Rooms were never familiar to him. However this was different. He was alone, and he wasn’t in a bedroom he was in a trailer. While Michael had grown used to being on his own the past year, he had never been completely alone before. But he supposed that was better than the previous foster home he was in. Still he didn’t exactly know what to do.

Michael wander outside and began walking around, hoping he would find something or someone familiar. Which was rare considering he didn’t really know anyone. Still he needed to do something he was getting hungry and all that was in the fridge in that trailer was beer.

Isobel and Max were driving to Micheal’s to surprise him with breakfast, Isobel didn’t think to call ahead; she normally did whatever she wanted anyways. She had let Max drive as she answered a few work emails, sending messages to her assistant and other employees with task that she had wanted done for the day. She had just sent her last email and she looked up, “Max, what is that?” she asked as she leaned forward to look at the window.

“Is that…” Isobel paused peering into the distance, “that a child?” she asked as she leaned forward, wondering who the hell let a kid who was alone wander the street.

“Looks just like…” His voice trailed off. It looked just like Michael had when he was younger. It couldn’t be. Though as soon as he thought it he dismissed that rationale. Weird things could happen all the time in Orange County. Instead he directed the car to the boy, rolling the window own.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Michael didn’t buy into the not talking to stranger nonsense. Everyone was a stranger to him. So when the car pulled up beside him with some lady and man in it Michael had no problem responding.

“I’m fine,” he lied. Even at seven years old he wasn’t the type to admit his problems. “Just hungry,” and wondering why the hell he woke up in some random trailer instead of his foster home.

Max didn’t have to finish his sentence for Is to know who he was going to day, Micheal. She opens her door, instantly getting out of the car. “Micheal?” she asked hesitantly as she looked back at Max in the car and than to the little boy. Isobel bent down, slightly, “Are you Micheal Guerin?”

Offering a kind smile she shifted to stand, “I have some food in the car, would you like some?” she offered.

Max got out, too, frowning slightly. “...do you know Max Evans? He wasn’t sure just how much Michael had regressed but he hoped to God it wasn’t back before they had known each other. He didn’t exactly want to be picked up for child kidnapping charges.

Of course Michael knew who Max Evans was. He was the first person to ever be kind to Michael. His sister too. They were the closest thing Michael had ever had to friends. But the question was how did these people know Max? Or know Michael’s name?

Looking at the man closer he did kind of look like Max. And the woman looked a little like Isobel. Maybe it was their parents? But why would Max and Isobel’s parents be looking for him? And how did they know he was at that random trailer? Michael was beyond confused, and yeah a little scared.

“How do you know Max?” Michael finally replied to the man before looking over at the woman. “Or my name?” he questioned. That offer of food did sound pretty good, but he needed answers first.

“We are…” what could she say, “I’ll be honest kid,” yes Isobel, just be your blunt self. “I’m Isobel and this is Max, something is going on and you are young again.” she stood up, going to her side of the car to grab the bag of food and came back over, “we were coming out here to see you and have breakfast together, we do that from time to time.”

She offered a small smile at him, “You are too young for coffee, but how about a sausage biscuit?” she pulled it out of the bag and offered it to him. “I know it seems odd, but it is what it is.”

“And if you don’t believe her, ask me anything,” Max offered. “I’ve been looking out for you from the minute we met. I’m not just going to leave you alone on the side of the road, Michael.” Especially as a kid.

“I can look out for myself!” Michael shot back. Even at seven he was stubborn as ever and already used to being on his own.

What they were saying began to sink in though. Michael looked from Max to Isobel and back again. How could they be the kids he was in class with? “Oh yeah?” Michael questioned crossing his arms over his chest. “Then how did we meet?”

“You were about to get your ass beat up on the playground and I stepped in,” Max offered. “Not that you appreciated it. You told me you could’ve handled it on your own and I told you that you probably could have but it would’ve resulted in more paperwork for the teachers.”

“Because I could have,” Michael continued to protest. But that did prove the point that this man at least knew Max. Because Michael wasn’t completely buying that it was an older version of Max and Isobel.

“Fine,” Michael said with a sigh looking over at the woman. “What kind of food you got?”

Is was trying not to laugh at the exchange and shook her head, but when he asked what she had, she promptly answered. “I’ve got,” she looked in the bag, “biscuit with egg and sausage,” she moved her hand to the bag, pushing it aside, “pancakes and a fruit cup for me.” She looked at him and pulled the biscuit out, moving it to hand it to him, “You want?” she asked with an arched brow.

Michael looked it over tentatively taking it from her. He sniffed it and examined it a bit more before opening it up and taking a bite, followed quickly by another bite. He was even hungrier than he realized. “Thanks,” he finally said between mouthfuls of food. And with that he turned to walk away from the grown up Max and Isobel not wanting to take anymore charity.

“Hey,” Max called out. “Where are you going? You don’t live in that foster home anymore. You have your own place. Do you know where that is?”

Michael had no clue where he was going. He just knew he didn’t want to be some charity case. But still Max’s words made him stop. Where did he live then? The words came out of his mouth as he processed. “That trailer?”

“That’d be the place,” Max nodded. “But you are always welcome to crash it’s me or Isobel if you want. Same offer stands now.” He really didn’t want to leave a seven year-old on his own. “You might like my place better. No offense Is.”. But she could be a bit overbearing.

Is rolled her eyes, she moved to open the back seat of the car and tossed the bag on the seat, “Get in the car, lets go shopping, you need some clothes, shoes, and honestly we can find better food to eat than this,” she pointed to the bag, “you can stay with Max if you want, I won’t be offended.” Her eyes narrowed at Max, but she smiled, “I’ll even let you get whatever you want, toys wise. The loudest ones to annoy Max with!” Isobel was a lawyer, she knew how to close a deal.

What was happening? These Max and Isobel people were actually trying to buy him things? Let him stay with them? Michael wasn’t used to kindness. And he definitely didn’t trust anyone. Even the Max and Isobel that were his age. They were growing on him but he didn’t know them well enough to trust them. Still the idea of going back to that trailer that only seemed to have beer in it didn’t seem all that appealing to a seven year old Michael. Scary even.

“Okay,” Michael finally agreed. “I’ll go with you. But I want candy too.”

“Fine,” Max agreed. “You can get some candy. But only some. I can’t stay up all night like I used to.” So if he got all hopped up, he’d be on his own.

Isobel smirked as she nodded her head for him to get in the back seat, “You can get what you want, I’ll buy you any candy you like.” She moved to open her door to sit in the car, “since you’re staying with Max.” HA!

If he was going to get toys and candy he supposed he could go with the old Max and Isobel. The whole not getting into cars with strangers thing didn’t apply to him. Everyone was pretty much a stranger. “Fine,” Michael agreed. “But only because there’s candy.”