I take it that this means Tyler will be back to set this week and I'm so happy about it! On the other hand I want to know where they vacationed to because it is beautiful and I would love to go some day! 💙🔥
I take it that this means Tyler will be back to set this week and I'm so happy about it! On the other hand I want to know where they vacationed to because it is beautiful and I would love to go some day! 💙🔥
This scene kills me every time! They beat him together! Malex came out on top and Jesse can rot in hell while Michael and Alex walk into the sunset! 💕🌇
🌈💕 We stand together forever! 🌈💕
We sure do have the best actors to bring Malex to life and I couldn't imagine two other people filling these roles! 💜🤗
I think this is so sweet and know we know why Tyler went on vacation! I absolutely hope Tyler will be a best man at the wedding and can't wait to see him in a suit! 🤧💕
Ok so Tyler hasn’t been in New Mexico in weeks (closer to a month) and now he’s on holiday. At the point I don’t even think Alex is in season 4 at all (jkjk). But I am upset about it! Every season Tyler gets the least amount of screen time, plots and storylines out of all the series regulars. Season 3 was big in regards to Maria and Kyle but especially Maria in regards to screen time, plots and storylines and I was hoping season 4 would be a big Alex season where one of the main storylines revolved around him and he would get the same treatment we saw Maria and Kyle get in season 3.
It honestly feels like Tyler isisnt a big fan of RNM like he was with PLL! The way he acted with PLL was so different than he acts with RNM! 💔😭
I just watched Vlamis full audition video and all I can say is wow!.Vlamis truly gives it his all and has so much emotions behind his words! I couldn't see this role with anyone else! 💕
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god all i truly want from s4 is for them to finally treat my boy Alex right 😔👊🏼
PAAAAIN! WHY MUST I DO THIS TO MY SELF?! 😭😭
Summary: Missing scenes from 3.12-13 from the moment Alex learns Michael is missing to some surprises after the boys finally have their first date, featuring a worried human, self-sacrificing alien and two soulmates very much in love.
AO3 - FF.NET
"Are you supposed to be here?"
Alex raises his head to see Eduardo stalking into the room, a brief smile playing on his lips before his eyes go back to the Lockhart Machine and his fingers continue twisting its various dials. "I took a day off, and have been taking breaks since I returned," Alex says as a way of explanation, voice casual while a shrug adds to how nonchalant he really feels about the whole situation. Nothing like your boyfriend's father trying to continue his interstellar path of destruction to make one worry less about the potential of alien tech frying your brain.
"And when was your last break, exactly?" Eduardo wonders, looking Alex up and down and taking in his reddened eyes and slightly tousled hair.
"Not long ago," Alex lies vaguely, mentally calculating at what time Michael left to rescue Liz, full well knowing he hadn't taken a second off since. It's never felt good being sidelined while the aliens turn Earth into their playground but the feeling has only gotten worse since they took that final step. Michael and Alex had been toying that line for the better part of 15 years, on occasion taking a step to the other side but always being pushed back by fate, psychopathic parents, or simply by their own insecurities, immaturities and fears.
"Ah, so should I assume that means between 1 and 10 hours?" Eduardo asks knowingly, taking a couple steps closer to Alex and setting a gentle hand on his shoulder. The gesture has the desired effect as he finally stops fumbling with the dials and turns to look at Eduardo fully.
"I will take a break soon, I promise," Alex says, even if he really has no intention to stop until Michael is safe and back at his side. He's always been a man of action and Michael wanting to keep him away from Jones only means he has more time to work on deciphering all the intricacies of the machine in front of him. Anything he can do to help his friends win this intergalactic battle. Besides, he thinks he heard the aliens and Liz return not long ago so it's only a matter of time before his boyfriend comes strutting in. The thought however makes him turn to the clock on the wall and he frowns when he realizes it's been a half hour since that happened. Michael should have been here by now. "Why are you checking up on me? Where is Michael? Did he task you with babysitting me?" He adds the last part hopefully, because that's better than most alternatives.
"Jones took him," Eduardo says slowly, using his hand that's still on Alex's shoulder to squeeze reassuringly, "alive. He took him alive, which can only mean he needs to keep him that way."
A twitch in Alex's eyebrow and a barely concealed sigh is the only indication he heard the words spoken to him, before he turns back around and resumes his work on the Lockhart Machine.
"Alex, are you okay?" Eduardo questions, his hand falling unhelpfully to his side.
"I will be," Alex says, fingers continuing to turn dials one way or the other hoping for a different outcome, while others look through documents on the table, "when we get Michael back." When, not if, when. Because they still need to have a real date and the universe can't be so cruel as to take him away before they have a chance at happiness at last. However well intended, the thought gives Alex pause, because time and time again the universe has shown him how unconcerned it is and just how unfair and cruel it can be. He saw it at war, he saw it at Caulfield, heck, he saw it at his own home and toolshed. But he has to believe that things will be different this time, because in the absence of Michael, that hope is the only thing he has left.
"Everyone is at the lab, working on the serum, and trying to save Dallas, who was hurt in the confrontation with Jones, if you want to meet them," Eduardo offers, at a loss for words on how to help a seasoned war veteran who's been prepared and trained all his life to deal and help with situations just like this. Minus the fact that this specific event involves his heart more than his brain.
"I know where my place is, Eduardo. Let Kyle save Dallas, and Liz work the science. I'm good with tech, computers, and operational details and numbers. If we can figure out what else this machine can do we might be able to find another way to beat Jones, in case the current plan fails." And if we're lucky it might also help us locate Jones. And Michael. But that part remains unsaid, because some days Alex is a selfish man and that small spark of hope is only for his heart to keep beating.
"Okay, I will leave you to that then," Eduardo says, all requests of a break forgotten as he recognizes in Alex his same, familiar need and desire to do something that feels useful when faced with almost insuperable odds. And he can't just ask him to stop when there's nothing else to do but wait and worry. Besides, better to keep Alex busy and save than risk him going into a solitary, and potentially suicidal, rescue mission.
"Thank you," Alex says absentmindedly and Eduardo takes that as his cue to leave. The man sighs sadly and steps out of the room, but not without giving Alex one last, long look. Lost in the machine in front of him, Alex misses it, but if he had seen the look in Eduardo's eyes he would have recognized it as the same one Jim would sometimes give him when they crossed paths in High School. One that said he wished he could do more.
With no one to distract him or force him on a break, Alex spends the next who knows how many hours between frantically pacing the room, turning dials like a maniac and reading and rereading documents, only finding some peace during his brief conversation with Max. But afterwards he goes right back to worrying about worst case scenarios, his very unhelpful military brain providing all the possibilities of what Jones could be doing to Michael. His heart breaking every time he imagines sad, pained eyes under a cowboy hat.
In between all the worrying, Alex prays some. He's never been a believer in any higher power, at least not since his mother left and his dad stayed. He's a man of action and he believes in himself and his training. But with Michael's fate in Jones' villainous hands, he's not above some divine intervention. So every few minutes, Alex stops his work and instead leaves destiny in the hands of whichever deity is willing to listen, praying to a God he doesn't really believe in. But it's never too late for a miracle or so he keeps telling himself.
As it turns out, it works, because some goddamn hours later Michael in the flesh comes limping into the room. His eyes, a little pained and very frantic, but otherwise seemingly intact.
"Guerin," Alex jumps out of his chair as soon as he sees him, hands moving forward then falling back to his sides as soon as he takes in Michael's demeanor. "Are you okay? I've been worried sick since Eduardo told me."
"I'm alive," Michael says, not a lie, but also not the complete truth. "I need the Lockhart Machine."
"What? Why? What happened?" Alex asks, eyes narrowing as he takes Michael's answer for what it is, hoping his body will tell him what his words aren't.
"I don't have time to explain, please. I just need it." Michael's voice sounds uncharacteristically broken, and Alex cocks his head to the side as he continues his visual inspection. He now knows Michael is favoring his right side, and his hand is unconsciously holding his midsection. He wants to ask what happened but he's afraid to. The fight against Jones isn't over, so this is not a good time to start questioning Michael's mortality and get proof of all his vulnerabilities.
"Alex, please. Jones is coming here. I need to give it to him." Michael's words interrupt his thoughts so Alex takes a protective step towards the machine. Not out of concern for the equipment, but wanting to keep Michael far away from it, and thus from Jones. He doesn't know yet what happened to Michael, but whatever it was, he's sure Jones was the cause of it.
"Why? Michael, what's going on? We're all here. We can fight him and keep it safe," Alex offers, knowing how much the Lockhart Machine means to the aliens, and Michael in particular.
"Please. He knows about you. Jones is coming here and he knows who you are," Michael says, voice breaking at the end.
"Oh," Alex whispers, mind numb before it runs to catch up, "but he already knows about me. He has a history with the Manes men so he must surely know who I am."
"He knows what you mean to me, Alex."
"Oh." And now his mind short-circuits because Michael is looking at him with so much love and raw fear and Alex doesn't know what to do with such intense emotions. But now it all suddenly makes sense. "Okay, let's go."
Michael takes a step forward, taking a hold of Alex's wrist and stopping him from reaching for the Lockhart Machine. "I'm going. But you are staying here."
Alex shakes his head before his words have time to back him up. His body stuck in between wanting to pull away to free himself from Michael's grasp but being too scared of the motion pushing them back in different directions and reopening the chasm that kept them apart for the better part of 10 years.
"This is not the time for grand gestures, Manes," Michael growls, the fear still shining in his hazel eyes taking any sting out of his tone.
"If you're going, then I'm going too, Guerin. You can't make me stay," Alex says simply.
"Alex, I'm not making you stay. I'm asking you to please stay. Jones doesn't play fair. So, please, stay here where I can make sure you're safe," Michael explains, his hand moving from Alex wrist to cup his cheek, his thumb caressing his upper lip as his eyes stare directly into his soul.
"And who will make sure you're safe?" Alex asks. Eyes staring intently and back, his soul meeting its match.
Michael opens his mouth to explain, then closes it again and clears his throat. "Please," he says instead. Someone like you doesn't deserve to die for someone like me, he thinks. But his words remain unsaid because that would open up a whole lot of traumatic baggage and Alex would never leave then.
"Okay," Alex finally agrees, placing a kiss on Michael's thumb before his own hands move to hold his face and he leans slightly forward. He smiles briefly when Michael meets him in the middle. "But you have to promise me you won't try to play hero," he breathes against Michael's lips when they part for breath.
Michael grins mischievously but nods, because that's a promise he can keep. Now that they have found their way back to each other neither of them is in any rush to give up their lives for the good guys. They want to stop Jones but not at the expense of their future. So, they say nothing more, just rest their foreheads together and breathe.
"So…," Michael whispers after a few minutes of pure silence and cosmic bliss, "I have to go. But I will see you soon, I promise."
Alex wants to ask him to stay, to let him go with him, to call one of the others and have them deliver the machine to Jones, anything that will keep him out of harm's way. But he knows this is something Michael has to do, just like dealing with Jesse and the aftermath to his poor excuse of a life was for Alex to deal with.
After pressing one final kiss to Michael's lips, Alex reluctantly nods and drops his hands from Michael's face. Closing and opening his fists a few times before he grabs the Lockhart Machine and handles it to Michael. "Good luck," he offers as parting words, turning around so he doesn't have to watch Michael leave. They have never been good at goodbyes, however long or brief they're meant to be.
Alex doesn't turn back around until he hears footsteps and the door clicks shut. With no Michael around, the lab feels cold and empty now, and it makes him shiver. But the faint scent of rain permeates the air and Alex focuses on that, smiling to himself when he turns to the window and sees only clear skies outside.
For the second time that day Michael comes to with a gasp. Then a moan and a wince. He feels like he was just thrown in the deep end of a freezing pool on a hot summer day. His body moving from a chilling cold that makes his bones rattle to scorching heat that threatens to melt his insides. Guess that's what being stabbed with an alien lightsaber does to a body that can heal itself.
Taking in his surroundings Michael realizes he's not in his bunker this time, but half sprawled on Deep Sky's floor, half leaning haphazardly against the wall. Isobel is still beside him, Kyle on her other side, while Eduardo, Liz, Max and Heath all breathe heavily behind them. If nothing else that means he only blacked out for a few minutes, and he sighs in relief at that. He has enough worries as it is to also account for missing chunks of memory and unexpected naps.
The door to the lab bursting open is what eventually draws Michael's thoughts back to the present, and for a short frightening moment he thinks Jones is back for another round, but suddenly Alex is kneeling in front of him and Michael smiles because now his stomach hurts less and the darkness begins to retreat from his vision.
"Is everyone okay?" Alex asks, words directed to everyone in the room but eyes glued to Michael.
"What are you doing here? You promised me you would stay safe," Michael whispers back, everyone else just settling for a reassuring nod as they fight to fully catch their breaths.
"I was watching the cameras and saw what happened," Alex explains, one hand settling on Michael's head as his fingers automatically start playing with his curls. "I waited until Jones left and still took the long route just to be extra careful."
"Did you hack the security system?" Michael asks with a faint grin.
"No," Alex says indignantly, "Eduardo gave me access when he figured out I could easily hack it. Didn't want anyone pointing out the flaws in his system," he finishes sheepishly.
Michael wants to laugh at that but instead ends up coughing, then groaning as the movement puts extra pressure on his abdomen and pulls at his newly rebroken skin.
"Are you okay?" Alex asks worriedly, finally remembering how Michael had looked when he came to get the Lockhart Machine.
"Michael, you're bleeding. What the hell happened?" Alex cuts Michael's lie short as soon as he takes in the growing crimson stain on his shirt.
"My daddy dictator happened," Michael says through gritted teeth, the pain increasing now that his adrenaline is fading.
Alex says nothing to that. Instead reaching out and carefully lifting Michael's shirt, his eyes going incredibly wide as he sees the bloody gash on his stomach. "Kyle!"
Alex's shout seems to grab everyone's attention all at once and before Michael is ready all his friends and siblings are crowding him. All of them looking at him with various expressions that range from surprise to utter disbelief and frustration, but each look saying in one way or another that he's an idiot.
Feeling overwhelmed, Michael closes his eyes to avoid all the stares and questions, and to his surprise finds himself falling into an abyss that he hadn't realized was so close behind. The darkness, too appealing when his body feels like it's on fire, which is quite the predicament considering he's immune to fire.
"Michael! Michael, what happened here?" Max is suddenly asking, his hand shaking him awake and only intensifying his current misery.
"Jones… sword." Two words is as much as Michael is able to whisper, before his strength begins fading and his body slides down the wall.
"Hey, Michael, hey, you gotta stay awake for me, please." Alex tries for calm, cool, and collected but the way his hand frantically pats Michael's cheek betrays how he's really feeling.
"Tired," Michael mumbles, one hand slowly coming up to grab Alex's and intertwining their fingers.
His grasp on reality quickly fading, Michael uses his remaining strength to open one eye and shoots Alex and their friends a weak smile. "'m sorry," he slurs, eye already sliding shut. His apology is meant for getting sliced by Jones, but Michael figures it won't hurt if he ends up not making it after all.
Eyes closed and his hold on reality dwindling, Michael settles for trusting his friends and lets himself be lowered into the ground. A faint smile gracing his lips when Kyle asks in barely suppressed anger if those are staples stuck to his skin, just as Isobel and Max respectively remark that he's lucky to have a brother that's a healer and a sister with telekinesis. But as Michael's eyes flutter open one last time, catching Alex's stare that could only be described as worriedly murderous, he wonders just how lucky he really is. Because if he survives this he's half sure Alex will kill him himself…
As it turns out Alex's relief to have him whole and alive is greater than his anger for having been hurt in the first place, and Michael learns so in the most wonderful ways. First finding himself with a handful of Alex as soon as he wakes up again after the impromptu medical procedure that removed the staples and closed his wound properly, and just now as they walk hand in hand out of the restaurant where they finally shared their first official date.
Michael and Alex's smiles had always shined brighter when the boys shared the same orbit, but tonight they carry themselves with extra swagger. Beaming grins on their faces, and hips and shoulders bumping rhythmically against each other as they walk down Main Street. After so many years of hiding, tonight they only have eyes for each other, so every few minutes one of them turns to his side and stares a little, until the other catches up and both end up giggling. Every time ending it up with a kiss, no longer desperate and stolen, but earned and joyful.
"What now?" Alex asks eventually, pulling Michael with him towards a nearby bench. "Dinner was great, but I'm thinking something more private will be better for the rest of the night." A suggestive look spreads over his face, because there's really no better way to celebrate winning, and being together and alive, than letting their love take over and dictate what happens behind closed doors.
"Yeah, that sounds great, but there's something I want to do first," Michael breathes out, eyes certain even as his nerves are obvious in the way his feet shuffle in place. "If that's alright with you?"
"Of course, whatever you want," Alex agrees easily, squeezing Michael's shoulder reassuringly, and raising to his feet, "where to?"
"Do you trust me?" Michael wonders, and at Alex's quick nod, he stands too and begins to lead the way until they come face to face with Jesse Manes for the second time that night.
Initially neither man says anything. They just stare straight ahead and for a moment get lost in memories of the past. But not wanting to sour the mood of the night, Michael clears his throat and takes a few breaths to gather his strength, as if the man in front of him was still the living monster of his nightmares and not an echo of old pain. "There's something I have always wanted to do," he starts, answering the unasked question that was obvious in Alex's eyes since he brought them here, "not accidentally this time, you know, not discovered, but on purpose, and in front of your father."
"Yeah?" Alex asks, looking at what's left of Jesse Manes, even as he can feel Michael's eyes on him.
Michael nods but doesn't say more. Instead he lifts one hand to Alex's face and gently turns him around until their eyes are locked and the world around them slows down. Moving his other hand so he's holding Alex in place, Michael leans forward and presses their lips together. Alex is taken by surprise for a second, before his lips part and he reciprocates. The kiss never gets any more heated than that, but in that moment every heartbreak of the past disappears, their bodies coming together in a way that simply makes sense. The time apart only smoothing their edges until the pieces slide together to form a bigger picture that was always meant to be.
For the next few minutes they stand together, oblivious to the world and nightlife going on around them, and simply lost in an embrace. Until Michael reluctantly pulls away, and grabs Alex's hand again, tugging a few times until he follows. "Come on, one more thing, then we're going home," he says, then seems to remember something and his steps falter for a moment, "your home, I mean. Not that I want to invite myself but the Airstream is a mess."
Alex chuckles, and squeezes his hand. "That's your home too if you want it to be, and for as long as you want it. But tomorrow we can go to the Junkyard and start fixing up the Airstream."
Michael nods, and squeezes back. Boys silent as they take a turn away from Main Street, not even giving the statue a final glimpse. Both more than eager to finally step out from under that shadow.
Getting to Michael's truck a few minutes later, Alex says nothing as they get inside and Michael starts driving. He smiles when they stop but still says nothing, just follows Michael out of habit, opening the bed of the truck and setting up blankets and pillows so they can comfortably lie down.
It's not until later, when they're both lying down and staring at the familiar desert sky that Alex finally asks. "What are we doing here? I'd think you would want to get somewhere more private, you know like a room with a bed?" His eyebrows wiggle mischievously, even as his heart threatens to melt. They're different people now, but this place will always be special to whatever versions of them they happen to be when they find their way back.
"Since childhood, and just throughout my life, I've spent a lot of time wishing upon these stars. And today, tonight, I-" Michael falters for a moment, before a tug to his intertwined fingers pushes him forward, an uncharacteristically shy smile gracing his lips before he continues, "tonight I just felt like saying thank you."
Alex breath stops at that, only little puffs of air escaping as he tries to calm his racing heart. "And did it become true?" He asks, raising his head on one elbow to look at his own personal fallen star and whispering close to his lips.
"It did," Michael says softly, closing the distance and capturing Alex's lips in a slow, sure kiss.
Yet another unpopular opinion. I think Malex's last scene/first date being somewhere other than The Wild Pony was perfect. As much as we hear about it being a "cowboy" bar full of homophobes, it's probably the safest place to be. If anyone were to mess with them, Maria would throw them out, Max would arrest them, and Isobel would fry their brains. But by walking hand in hand down main st, they are not only saying a big screw you to Jesse Manes, but they are saying they are not afraid to be together to whoever sees them. And I think that was a very important step for them.
10/10 WOULD SMASH PROPOSE AND MARRY IN THAT ORDER
Nobody is doing it like Tyler Blackburn 😌
Jones the Movie
Watch out for him this Halloween
T | @djchika | Jones, the entire main cast
Why We Love It: Are you ready for Halloween? This incredible reshaping of season 3 turns Roswell into a horror landscape, with Jones as a demonic killer on the loose. Not only does this “preview” bring out the best horror tropes, the infinite Halloween spooky possibilities of Jones’ power are put together to horrify everyone. A fantastic spooky treat!
I had no idea there was an Alex Manes week 😭 can someone send me the post?