Season 4 – Episode 3: TBD
"Did you get a hold of him?" Michael asked trying not to panic but Kyle still hadn't woken up. He had no idea what happened. He was just so angry so when the other man grabbed his shoulder, he didn't think. He just reacted. Michael's arm still tingled, like it was asleep, from the force of the blow.
From the backseat, Isabel tended to Kyle and tried dialing her brother again. "No. I've tried 4 times." She replied. He could tell by the shakiness in her voice she was scared. Hell, so was he. "Well, call him again" He said a little harsher than he meant to and caught her look of anger in the rearview mirror before she did as he told her to and called her brother again. After about a minute, she growled and snapped her phone shut. Obviously, she was unsuccessful again. Michael watched as she turned her attention back to her unconscious friend and stroked his hair. He couldn't be sure without turning around but he thought he could see tears. He wouldn't call her on it. He knew she hated crying in front of people, even him. A knot formed in his stomach. This was so messed up. He'd done some really stupid stuff in the past but if anything happened to Kyle over this, he'd never forgive himself.
He never should have started shit with Isabel. She hadn't done anything wrong. She wasn't even flirting back. Not really. She could be the vixen or even the coy seductress but Michael knew that stuff was an act. When she was really interested in someone she blushed more. She got tongue tied. She was far less calm and collected though she'd never admit it. There hadn't been a blush with her boss. Not even when he kissed her cheek. And as far as what Michael said about her marriage, he wasn't sure if that was how he really felt but he suspected he only said it to hurt her. He knew this wasn't the ideal situation but to him, he was just thankful they had each other. Before they left it felt like life was pulling them all in different directions. Isabel was married. Liz and Max were doing their Bonnie and Clyde thing. Even Maria had left him. So he couldn't help but be a little glad they were all close again. He never had any other family than the one he was with right now and when Isabel started ragging on it, he flipped.
Glancing back again, he watched Isabel speaking softly to Kyle. He couldn't make out what she was saying but Michael knew Kyle would be sorry he was unconscious during it. Anyone with eyes could see how he felt for the amazon. Everyone except Isabel that is. At first, he thought she was just playing dumb so she didn't have to be the one to tell Kyle it was hopeless. After a while, however, Michael realized she really didn't see it. Marriage must have shorted out her radar for that sort of thing.
Finally, they pulled up to the house and Michael was the first out of the car. "We can take him to the living room." Isabel said as he opened her door and she slid out. Together they both struggled to carry their fallen friend into the house. It wasn't easy but they got him to the couch and Isabel sat on the floor next to him. Michael watched for a moment but then felt like an intruder. It reminded him of when he was sick and she stayed just like that for him. When she held his hand and kept him from slipping too deeply into the dark. Watching her with Kyle like that was hard for him to witness so he made up some lame excuse and went to a different part of the house.
"This is pointless, Max. We should be preparing you for battle not trying to find you a minimum wage job." Larek argued but the former king was hearing none of it. "I've told you already. We want to help. We do. But that doesn't mean I want to be anyone's king. My life is here with Liz." Max replied as they left the grocery store with another application to add to the collection. It was obvious by the shorter man's face that he wasn't happy with the idea of the once royal family of Antar making a permanent home of Earth. Max felt for the man. He did. As well as all those on their respective home planets but he was not Zan. He was no king. Their king died. He was just a science experiment that some how managed to find a home and he wasn't letting it go. If Larek could help them deal with the UNIT once and for all then he was more than happy to help him square off with Khivar. But that was the best he could do. Larek had enough sense to not argue.
"Max!" He turned looking for his wife and saw both her and Maria running toward him. He didn't call back but hurried to meet her half way. She was flush from running. "Max, we have to get back to the house. Did Isabel call you?" Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone and saw that he did miss calls. "I didn't feel it vibrate. I had the sound turned off while I was talking to employers. What's going on?" He asked feeling fear, like freezing water dripping down his spine. "Kyle's hurt. Isabel said they were fighting and Michael hit him. Only he's not waking up." Max took a deep breath. If it wasn't one thing it was another but at least it wasn't the Special UNIT. "Come on" He said more calmly than he felt and they all ran for the car.
She tried to play it off like she wasn't scared but she was having a hard time keeping the tears from coming. Max finally called her back so she knew the others would be there soon but as she sat there with Kyle's hand in hers all she could think about was how this was all her fault. She knew better then to let Michael get to her. He'd been the same cynical, paranoid, short tempered person her whole life. She'd learned in the 3rd grade to take his outbursts with a grain of salt. He never meant it even if he rarely apologized. They used to be so tuned into each other. Best friends. Now it was difficult. She knew that it was as much her fault as his. She hated this living on the run crap. She missed her husband. And she knew that she was bitchy more these days but couldn't help it. Once again she was shown how happy she could be, only to have it ripped away. She just got so lonely sometimes.
Kyle really was the only other one in the group that could understand. They'd grown so close in the last year, even closer over the summer, but he was yet another person that was hurt because of her. She felt cursed and began to wonder if Karma could follow a person from one life to the next. "Please be okay" She whispered to Kyle as she lightly touched his bruised and severely swollen jaw.
Just then, the front door opened and Max came flying into the living room with Larek, Liz, and Maria on his heels. "Oh my god! Kyle!" Liz gasped as she dropped to her knees near his feet leaving room for Max to kneel next to his sister. "His face…" Max started, staring at the damage. "That's where Michael hit him" Isabel replied pleading with her eyes for him to fix her friend. "With what? A shovel?" Max asked back, shifting so he could place his hands over the other man's jaw. She didn't respond but Max wasn't waiting for her before he focused on repairing the damage his second in command had caused. White light glowed in the space between his hands and Kyle's face. It was bright but never hurt the eyes. All she could do was chew on her bottom lip as she watch with baited breath.
It didn't take long before Max removed his hands. Isabel's stomach was in knots but she nearly doubled over in relief when slowly Kyle's eyes started to open. It was obvious he didn't know where he was or why everyone was staring at him but he knew enough to bring a hand up to his jaw. "What happened?" Instead of an answer, Isabel hugged him enthusiastically enough that Max had to remind her that the damage was healed but his jaw was still going to be tender.
