Malex Fic - I just wanted to get back to where you are
Sneaking in with my April fic for @alexguerinappreciation. I went with the Picspiration from this post. Most of this fic takes place in Alex’s nightmare so there is canon type violence, references to torture and to the 1x06 shed scene. This is of course a happy ending.
I just wanted to get back to where you are on AO3
Title from “My Own Soul’s Warning” by The Killers
Summary: When Alex’s work triggers a nightmare, Michael is there to pull him back.
Alex looks up at the sound of Michael’s voice. He can’t help but smile when he sees Michael leaning against the wall, wearing nothing but boxers. His hair is a mess, his smile sleepy and Alex wonders just how late it is.
“You coming to bed soon?” Michael asks. “It’s lonely without you.”
“Yeah, just give me a minute,” Alex agrees, unable to resist his husband. “Just let me put these away first.” Alex looks down at the files he was working on and panics for a minute. He hastily closes them and shoves them in his bag, locking it before looking back up.
Alex breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Michael is already gone. He doesn’t know what he was thinking, bringing these files home where Michael could have seen them. As far a Project Shephard files go there are fairly tame - no photos or descriptions of torture. But he still tries to keep that part of his job separate from Michael.
Eduardo had given Alex the files the other day. They were early records - mostly detailing the efforts made to locate additional aliens in the first years after the crash. Alex had been looking for any mention of Jones - either a local mentioning him as someone who recently came to town or even the possibility that Jones would have made himself part of the investigation just to see what Project Shephard knew. But he’d found nothing so far. He’ll take the files back to his office in the morning and be sure to leave them there. Alex rubs his eyes and frowns, it’s not like him to be so careless.
When Alex makes it to the bedroom, Michael is already asleep. He gets into bed as quietly as he can. Michael doesn’t stir even when Alex moves closer and wraps his arm around Michael’s waist. He relaxes into the warmth of Michael’s body, and lets the steady sound of his breathing lull him to sleep.
Alex’s eyes fly open at the barked order. “Manes reporting, Sir,” he responds automatically as he tries to get his bearings.
His commanding officer stares at him from across the desk, and Alex resists the urge to shift in the uncomfortable chair. He has no idea what he’s supposed to be reporting on and it feels wrong to be here. He was somewhere else before, he’s sure of it, but he can’t remember where.
“Report all intel on the enemy combatant,” is the expanded order.
A folder is slapped down on the desk, and Alex’s blood runs cold when he sees the picture of Michael. That can’t be right. He was just with Michael - wasn’t he? Alex moves to stand up but falters when he feels both feet against the floor. His body is wrong.