Kyle Valenti (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kyle_valenti) wrote2006-07-17 08:20 pm
kyle_valenti) wrote2006-07-17 08:20 pm
Entry tags:
Fanfic 100 "Insides"
Title: A Debt
Fandom: Roswell
Claim: Kyle Valenti
Prompt: 004. "Insides"
Word Count: 293
Rating: G
Okay, so if Max left that silver stuff on my skin after he healed me, what the hell does the inside of my body look like? I know I shouldn't care about anything but the fact that I'm alive, but this is pretty freaky. Aliens. In Roswell. I should have seen that coming, but come on, would anyone really expect that?
"You okay, son?"
Kyle looked up when his dad walked in. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just watching TV."
Jim Valenti picked up the remote control and turned on the television. "There. That should make it a little easier."
Sharing a stiff smile with his father, Kyle slumped down a little in his seat. "This is really weird, Dad."
"I know."
"I mean, how am I supposed to deal with this? What if I turn into some kind of mutant or something? I don't want to be like them?"
The sheriff sat down on the couch, next to his son. "C'mere, son," he sighed, reaching to put an arm around Kyle's shoulders. The boy moved, letting his dad pull him into a hug. "I don't care what you turn into and you shouldn't either. You were dead, Kyle." His voice hitched and he held his son in silence for a few minutes.
Kyle knew his father was right, and he felt guilty for worrying that his insides were going to turn into some sort of alien goop when he shouldn't even be alive. It was weird to think that he should be dead. No, not weird. There wasn't really a word that could describe what it felt like. All he knew was that from this day on, his dad was going to be Max Evans's staunchest ally. He knew he would be, too.
Fandom: Roswell
Claim: Kyle Valenti
Prompt: 004. "Insides"
Word Count: 293
Rating: G
Okay, so if Max left that silver stuff on my skin after he healed me, what the hell does the inside of my body look like? I know I shouldn't care about anything but the fact that I'm alive, but this is pretty freaky. Aliens. In Roswell. I should have seen that coming, but come on, would anyone really expect that?
"You okay, son?"
Kyle looked up when his dad walked in. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just watching TV."
Jim Valenti picked up the remote control and turned on the television. "There. That should make it a little easier."
Sharing a stiff smile with his father, Kyle slumped down a little in his seat. "This is really weird, Dad."
"I know."
"I mean, how am I supposed to deal with this? What if I turn into some kind of mutant or something? I don't want to be like them?"
The sheriff sat down on the couch, next to his son. "C'mere, son," he sighed, reaching to put an arm around Kyle's shoulders. The boy moved, letting his dad pull him into a hug. "I don't care what you turn into and you shouldn't either. You were dead, Kyle." His voice hitched and he held his son in silence for a few minutes.
Kyle knew his father was right, and he felt guilty for worrying that his insides were going to turn into some sort of alien goop when he shouldn't even be alive. It was weird to think that he should be dead. No, not weird. There wasn't really a word that could describe what it felt like. All he knew was that from this day on, his dad was going to be Max Evans's staunchest ally. He knew he would be, too.