Michael Guerin is a (miserableliar) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-07-07 08:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alex manes, michael guerin |
Who: Michael Guerin and Alex Manes
What: Michael gets his powers
When: Middle of the night/early morning
Where: Michael's place
Ratings/Warning: Pretty low, mentions of dream murder
Status: Complete
Alex had been staying over a lot more frequently since the whole… leg thing. Michael wanted to be there for Alex. He was doing his best. But he knew no matter how supportive he was he couldn’t bring Alex’s leg back. That didn’t matter to Michael though. He didn’t give a shit how many legs Alex had. He just cared about Alex.
Michael hadn’t had any dreams since the night they both dreamed about what Jesse Manes did to his hand. It was a nice break even if part of him wanted to know what happened next. Though apparently it was nothing good for Alex. Or the two of them really if he had gone off to join the Air Force and Michael what? Went to UNM? Maybe they were questions better left unanswered.
But then he got some answers. Not so much about college or what he was doing while Alex was off at war. But about the end of high school, after his hand was broken. Isobel had killed Rosa and her friends. Michael hadn’t gotten there in time to stop her. To help her through whatever she was dealing with. Max showed up moments after Michael. It was Max’s idea but Michael knew he had to be there for Isobel now. Even if that meant covering up a murdered.
Using his powers he floated the bodies through the desert until they were inside Rosa’s car. Isobel woke back up and Michael took the blame for the deaths, not wanting to put it on Isobel. Together the three off them staged a car crash, relying on Michael’s powers to move the car. Michael woke up, sadness and guilt weighing down on him, completely unaware that he had somehow caused Alex to float just like the bodies in the desert. That was until saw Alex still floating there practically banging his head on the ceiling of the airstream.
“Shit!”
Alex hadn’t had any more dreams since the night he woke up missing half his leg. He was grateful for that. He wasn’t sure he could handle anything more right then. He was staying with Michael most nights, though, because he really didn’t want to be alone, in case he did have more dreams. What was to say he wouldn’t lose his other leg? Or an arm? Or something.
He didn’t wake when he was lifted off the bed. He didn’t know anything was happening until his nose hit the ceiling of the airstream. “What the…” he put his hands up defensively, and he spun his head around, looking for something, anything to make sense of what was going on. His stomach bottomed out when he realised he was floating.
“Michael!”
Michael’s eyes widened. He knew Alex’s floating had to be because of him, but he didn’t know how to stop it. Hell he didn’t even know how he was doing it. He thought back to the dreams, what he did there. His eyes focussed in on Alex. With his gaze on Alex he began to lower his eyes, lowering Alex with them as he attempted to gently bring him back down to the bed. Only it didn’t go quite so smoothly and Alex came crashing back down on the bed,
“Shit,” Michael said again, reaching out for Alex. Only the movement of his hand also caused a drawer to fly across his trailer. What the hell was happening? “Are you okay?” he asked though he didn’t move again. Who the hell knew what would go moving with him.
Alex lost his breath when he hit the bed. His instinct was to scramble away, to try and find some kind of stability. He wasn’t hurt, but having the wind knocked out of him wasn’t pleasant. “I’m okay,” he managed to rasp after a moment. He nodded, eyes raking over Michael.
He had no idea what was happening, this was entirely unprecedented. “Are you?” he asked, still looking Michael over. “Is this...the dreams?” That was the only explanation, if it was an explanation at all.
Michael took a breath trying to calm himself down. He knew when his emotions were high his powers went crazy. At least that was how it worked in the dreams. When he was a kid and got pissed furniture went flying. The last thing he wanted was for Alex to go flying. It was bad enough he already dropped him on the bed.
“Yeah,” Michael said, rubbing his face with his hands. “I think so. I, uh, have powers in them.” Clearly. But it was something Alex didn’t know. He didn’t know it in the dreams and Michael hadn’t told him about it here. The pressure to keep the secret with Max and Isobel was hard to shake. Even if weird shit was going on all the time here. Unlike in the dreams where the only strange thing was the three of them.
Having powers was definitely preferable to having a missing leg, compliments of the dreams. It was still a lot to take in, even if he understood it logically. The dreams were...well, more than dreams. There was bleed over into their real lives. Alex knew that better than anyone.
“Okay. So. What now?” Alex scrubbed a hand over his face. He didn’t really want to be thrown around the room, if Michael went to sleep again. He didn’t and he wouldn’t blame Michael, but it was still not something he wanted to deal with again. “I mean, can you control it when you’re awake?”
“I don’t know, Alex!” Michael replied his emotions getting the better of him which caused a lamp to fly across his trailer. “Apparently not,” he said, unable to hide his frustration. He took another deep breath trying to calm himself.
“In the dreams, when I was a kid and got pissed, furniture would go flying.” He sighed, still not really believing this was actually happening. “By the time we were teenagers I had better control I guess.”
“Okay.” Alex drew a breath himself. He knew it wouldn’t do any good for him to get upset, Michael’s emotions were already all over the place. Not that Alex could blame him. He wasn’t sure how telekinetic powers compared to losing a leg, but he wasn’t going to shirk off the traumatic factor.
The dreams were definitely getting out of hand.
“It’s all right, Michael. We’ll figure this out,” Just like they were figuring out his leg. Together.
“Yeah,” Michael replied because well what else could he say really? There was no point arguing it. Hopefully he would figure out how to control his powers. He had in the dreams at least. For now he just needed to try and stay calm.
“I should go clean that up,” Michael said referring to where the lamp had crashed. And the drawer too but that didn’t seem as dangerous.
“Take a minute to chill first,” Alex suggested. He hated seeing Michael so upset. His dream self would hate it too. “The mess isn’t going anywhere and I’m not going to get up and walk around, so it’s fine. You need to relax.”
“I’m fine,” Michael insisted, already climbing out of the bed to prove it. He picked up his boxers sliding them on before making his way to the lamp. He took a breath focussing in on it as he attempted to pick up all the pieces with his mind. It worked for a minute, he even got them halfway to the garbage before they crashed back on to the floor.
Alex wanted to get up and go to Michael and try to help him calm down, but he stayed where he was. “You’re obviously not though.” It was fascinating to watch, Alex had to admit that. He’d previously thought telekinesis only existed in science fiction, but here it was happening right in front of him.
Of course, he was very well aware that anything could happen with these dreams. It was both amazing and terrifying that things could cross over, out of the dreams and into the real world. His missing leg was a prime example of that.
“I’m not going to learn how to control it if I don’t practice,” Michael practically snapped. Granted the middle of the night after being woken up to Alex floating probably wasn’t the best time. But Michael wasn’t exactly thinking rationally at the moment. He focused on the pieces again this time moving them all the way to the garbage. He had meant to let them down gently but they all came crashing down again. At least this time they made it inside.
Alex said nothing more, just watched Michael. He let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding when the broken pieces made it to the trash can. If his modd wasn’t so dark he might have clapped for the effort.
“Do you maybe want to come back to bed now?”
“Yeah,” Michael said with a sigh making his way back over to the bed. He doubted he would actually be able to sleep but he might as well try at least. He was pretty sure his powers would still be there in the morning. Just like how everything else that came from the dreams seemed to stay. For now he would just curl up in bed with Alex.
Alex shifted over a little to make room for him. If the mood were a little less tense, he might have joked something about not being lifted up to the ceiling again, but it felt out of place, so he didn’t say anything. He just settled in next to Michael and closed his eyes, even if he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to sleep either.