#malex is romeo and juliet and no you cant change my mind

[bestillmyslashyheart]

in fair Roswell...

Flint watched the last stragglers stumble from the bar. He didn’t move yet, though. He’d watched all of Alex’s friend group arrive and none of them had left yet. This was his best shot to talk to them but he didn’t want to have to worry about any interruptions so he waited until the last car’s taillights faded into the distance before he got out.

The door was already locked but picking it open took him only a moment. He tucked his tools away and pulled out his dart gun (the darts laced with dust to cancel out alien powers of course) before easing the door open. Laughter and gentle conversation filled the air as Flint closed the door slowly and carefully, not wanting to reveal his presence just yet.

When he rounded the corner he saw Alex’s friends sitting around the one table that hadn’t been cleaned off. They were joking and laughing and it made Flint’s blood boil. How dare they have a fun night out while his brother was killing himself?

The conversation stuttered to a stop when Michael Guerin, Michael fucking Guerin, shoved to his feet, his chair skidding back with a screech. He looked at Flint with fury in his eyes and Flint seriously considered shooting him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Guerin barked. Everyone turned to follow his gaze. Max and Isobel Evans both took a step back, Max with a warning hand on Isobel’s elbow. Rosa and Liz Ortecho looked annoyed. Maria DeLuca was confused. And Kyle Valenti was worried.

Flint felt a little relief at that because he knew Valenti wasn’t worried about him.

“Where’s Alex?” Valenti asked. 

“What the hell did you do with him?” Guerin asked. His fists were balled up at his sides and Flint felt the air start to shake.

Flint raised the gun and pointed it at him in warning. “Accuse me of hurting my brother again and I will shoot you. I don’t even care how much he loves you.” Guerin sucked in a breath. Next to him DeLuca put a hand on his arm, the touch looking a bit too possessive.

“You’re a little out of the loop Flint,” Rosa smirked. “Alex has a boyfriend.”

“The Long cousin, I know,” Flint scoffed. That earned him a few frowns and a few more confused looks. Flint shook his head. “Look. I don’t want to be here, okay? I don’t particularly like any of you.” Though Valenti was showing some redeeming features, he had to admit. “But someone’s gotta pull out Alex out of the fire and it can’t be me.”

Guerin took a step forward so he was now firmly on Flint’s side of the table. DeLuca again grabbed his arm. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Flint raised an eyebrow. “Alex,” he repeated slowly. The confused faces didn’t change. He rolled his eyes. “Do none of you know what he’s been up to?”

They all exchanged looks. “He’s been busy with work and Forrest lately,” the younger older Ortecho replied. “It’s been a while since he’s been free to come out with us.” The more she spoke, the slower she spoke. “Oh god, what has he been doing?”

“He’s working with my dad-”

“Bullshit!” Guerin exploded. “He would never work with him.” 

Valenti was shaking his head vehemently. “No way.”

“What did yo-” Guerin took two large steps towards him, now closer to Flint than the table.

“You know the part of the conversation where I shoot you if you accuse me of hurting Alex?” Flint cut him off. His gun hadn’t wavered and it was pointed directly at Guerin’s neck. “We’re coming up on that pretty quick.” Guerin glared at him but thankfully shut up.

“Good.” He didn’t drop the gun. If it was loaded with bullets, he wouldn’t dare (no matter what he said, he’d never actually hurt Guerin, not with knowing how much it would kill Alex), but he was more than happy to strip him of his powers for a few days until the powder exited his bloodstream. “Now. As I was saying, Alex has been working with my dad to try and kill Project Shepherd.” Guerin’s shoulders sank even as his face hardened. Flint cocked his head. “You wouldn’t know anything about why he’d do something so monumentally stupid, would you?”

“He said he tried and your dad blew him off,” Guerin ground out. “He said he wouldn’t try again.”

Flint scoffed. “You’re an idiot.” Guerin opened his mouth but Flint cut him off again. “Look. I respect that you two have this whole Romeo and Romeo, star crossed lovers thing going. And really, an alien falling in love with someone from a family that has made its business to hunt and kill aliens? That’s more than a little ironic don’t you think. But whatever, congrats on all your soulmatey-ness and what not but I swear you two forgot how that story ended. Because right now Alex is pulling the suicide play to try and keep you safe so I need you to step up and pull him out. He won’t listen to me and if my dad catches me trying he’ll put a bullet in both of us so it has to be you.” Flint glanced over at the rest of the group. DeLuca looked angry for some reason (though if Flint had to guess he’d say it was related to the possessive arm grab from earlier) and Valenti looked upset but the rest still looked confused. Did they really not know Guerin’s history with his brother? “He’s doing this for you, Guerin-”

“I never asked him to.”

“So what?” Flint shook his head. “He’s in love with you. And he’s got a self sacrificing streak a mile wide, most of it with your name on it. You didn’t have to ask.” Flint paused and considered before slowing lowering his gun. “I need you to be the guy my brother’s in love with, Guerin. I need you to save him. From my father but also from himself. Can you do that?” He thought back over his own analogy. “Without ending up dead yourself?”

Guerin didn’t say anything. He looked frozen in place. “Guerin?” Flint asked.

Guerin shook his head. “He doesn’t love me. Not anymore.”

DeLuca stepped forward. “You’ve been out of Alex’s life for a long time Flint,” her voice was icy. “We’ll take care of Alex because he’s our family,” Flint glared at her, “but don’t come in here putting this on Michael. He and Alex have been over for a long time.” She grabbed Guerin’s hand between both of hers and squeezed.

Flint blinked. He should let it go. He should really let- “How are we defining a long time? Because less than six months ago Alex stayed inside a condemned building that was about to blow up just so he wouldn’t have to live without his asshole.” The asshole in question flinched. DeLuca’s face furrowed. “Now I’m not sure what the hell is going on here,” he waved his free hand in their direction, “but I do know that if anyone’s got a shot at convincing Alex to give up this suicidal crusade, it’s Guerin. So get the fuck over yourself and save my little brother.”

“Okay.” Guerin lifted his head and looked Flint in the eyes. “Where is he?”

Flint sighed. “There’s another site. Just like Caulfield only smaller.” Guerin flinched. Behind him, the Evans’ tensed like they were about to come at Flint. Flint tightened his grip on the gun. “I’ll give you the address. He’s out there most days. Got himself reassigned to Dad’s project after making up some crap about Dad needing supervision following his hospital stay.” Flint shot Valenti a quick glare but Valenti looked admirably unapologetic. “You need to get him out of there.”

“I will,” Guerin’s voice was more solid than Flint had heard since he walked in. “I promise.”

“Good.” He pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket and placed it firmly on the counter next to him. Keeping a careful eye on everyone, he backed slowly out of the room. “Oh, Guerin?”

“Yeah?”

“Romeo and Juliet died,” Guerin’s face did something complicated, “shoot for a better ending. Because if Alex dies trying to save your ass, I’m coming for you.”