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Post by Cameron Gallagher on Dec 31, 2018 17:39:27 GMT
trigger warning: mention of drug abuse
Hearing about Malcolm's baby-- he didn't know what to say. It caused his body to tense as anger blinded his logic. If Cameron were in that situation, he'd have lost his shit. In a way, he felt fortunate that he hadn't been, because he'd have done something that he'd have regretted.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, keeping his gaze down.
The more Malcolm spoke, the more Cam felt like he was being reprimanded-- treated like a child. It enraged him, his mind turning to defensive mode with every word thrown at him. "I never left," he yelled, his face red. He'd always been right there, even after leaving his grandparents. "What should I have done? File a Missing Persons Report? For someone who chose to leave." He didn't know where Malcolm had gone or what he was doing. He hadn't known how to get in contact with him. The whole thing was a mess.
"I'm not trying to bring them back," he defended. He'd been trying to dull the pain, and it had worked. So... as far as he was concerned, it hadn't been a bad solution to his short term problems.
His voice lowered, once again, as anger turned to crushing fatigue. "I'm trying to stop," he admitted, absentmindedly rubbing his arm. "It feels like shit-- I don't know if I can do it." It was hard. He'd tried several times. He didn't know that he was mentally strong enough.
"I'm sorry, Malcolm," he admitted, nearly whispering. "I'm glad you came back," he added, and he genuinely meant it. "Shit-- I... need you here."
Malcolm thought about it. He had never wanted to use violence outside of work, he had never been more tempted than when Penny came back and started to destroy all of the things in the nursery. He asked what she was doing, and she said that she would never carry a freak's child. He couldn't hurt anyone with his ability, he couldn't turn into a giant beast or manipulate the weather. He could just dye his hair without an appointment. He never understood her reaction, and he didn't stick around long enough to ask her after that.
"I was ready to be a parent. I just wanted to have a family, a life I guess."
Malcolm ran his fingers through his curly hair, how was it that every time they were together it turned to shit. They were both hot headed and stubborn little shits and he knew that. "You could have come with me." That had always been an option. Malcolm wanted him to come. "I tried to bring you with me." He said defeated. Their grandparents insisted that it wasn't what was best for Cameron. They insisted that he would be working too much, that he couldn't take him out of school. That he would be okay with them.
"I wanted you with me, and then so much time had passed, it was too long. I'm sorry Cam."
When his brother admitted that he was trying to stop, Malcolm could briefly see the shadow of the small child who looked at him like he was a super hero. he could briefly see the shadow of Cam's former self and in that brief second, Malcolm knew that he had a chance to be the older brother who Cam deserved. That he could try to make things right and he could try to be the person who his parents knew that he could be. In that brief passing moment, Malcolm was on his feet and using his long legs to quickly close the distance between the brothers.
"I'm so sorry you went through that alone. I am never leaving you again, Cam." He said embracing his brother. He held his close, knowing that the words would steel his resolve to fix their relationship. He was never going to leave Cam behind again.
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Jan 3, 2019 5:35:56 GMT
trigger warning: mention of drug abuse
"You can still have a life," Cameron said quietly, frowning and staring at the table in front of him. "So... you were hit with some shit. You're still young and you have a job... a good one." The way Cam saw it, Mac was about as successful as he could be. He'd meet the right person so start a family with. Cam believed that.
"They told me," Cam clarified when Malcolm admitted to having tried to bring Cam with him. "I told them I wanted to go with you. They said that it wouldn't be good for me," he said, his voice shaking with anger. "What the fuck did they know?" They didn't know him. They didn't now and they hadn't then. Malcolm would have been the best thing for Cameron. They'd ruined everything. Maybe Malcolm didn't deserve the brunt of Cameron's rage afterall.
Another apology. He was quiet, taking it all in. The whole day was still overwhelming. Malcolm could say he was sorry a million times but the words were only diminishing in value. Sitting there with him, though... Cam knew that he meant it. He was sitting in the guy's house... that meant something. He was doing what he could. "I just want to be off of it." And he wasn't strong enough to do it without support. He would know.
He froze as Malcolm approached him, not having expected it in the least. Being embraced-- he couldn't remember when he'd last felt so safe. He could do nothing but stand still and listen to his brother's words as they pulled more tears from his eyes. It wasn't until Malcolm finished speaking that Cam brought his hands to his brother's back, his hold tightening as if losing it would ruin everything. "Thank you," he choked out. A piece of him had been filled-- a piece that he hadn't realized was empty.
He could, but what kind of life was it going to be? It wasn’t going to be the life that he pictured for himself for all of that time. It wasn’t going to be the life that he dreamed about since he met Penny in college. It was terrifying to start all over and to try to figure out what that was going to be. Who he was going to be in this new role. If he could even handle whatever that new role was going to become. “Whatever that’ll mean for me. End up one of those grizzled police captains with no family cause of all of the years on the job.”
Malcolm didn’t know that. He felt his stomach lurch with anger towards their grandparents. Who were they to keep the brothers apart. Why did they think that they could do a better job keeping an eye on Cam than he could? “They didn’t know shit.” Malcolm knew that things wouldn’t have been perfect, they wouldn’t have been cheery all the time, and it would have been tough, but they would have been together. They would have been together and wouldn’t have lost all of that time together.
He would actually had known that Cam was safe all of that time.
This whole day felt like a million pounds lifted from his chest and smashed down into his heart instead. He had thought about his reunion with Cameron a million times, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of seeing his brother and having these conversations with him. Cam’s drug use, Malcolm’s failed engagement, their parents, everything.
“I’ll help in any way I can, Cam.” He knew that a lot of this was going to be on Cam, and he would do whatever he could to help.
Malcolm held his brother against him, both of them were lanky, both of them were awkward as hell, but they were family. Must be in the genes. The hug between them held years of neglect for each other and their history rich with trauma and missing the other. He let Cameron go, wiping his eyes from the sting of the tears for his younger brother. He nodded and looked at the heaps of boxes,
“Yeah, um, I’m just going to order some food. Are you good with pizza?”
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Jan 16, 2019 1:10:58 GMT
trigger warning: mention of parental death and drug abuse
"Hey-- that's not necessarily true," Cameron argued seriously. "You'll find someone who wants what you do. You're disgustingly likeable, like, on a level that makes me wanna vomit. And you--" he stopped himself short, lowering his voice as his mind went to how sick he looked all the time. How Malcolm looked so much healthier, color in his face and muscle on his bones. "And you don't look like a skeleton with bags always under your eyes." Someone would love him. As much as Cameron hated to admit it, there was little about him not to.
"I argued with them, Mac. For weeks." But he'd been a kid. His desires had had no weight. He didn't understand, evidently, because he was just a kid. He was stupid and naiive because he was just a kid. But as he was deprived of an upbringing that would have made him happy and healed him... no one had stepped in to argue, saying that it wasn't fair... saying that he was just a kid.
When Malcolm promised that he'd help, all Cam could do was nod. He didn't think he could do it. He wasn't strong enough. But he knew that his brother would try. Feeble as the effort would be, Cam had to appreciate it. As much as he wanted to be furious at Malcolm, he had no doubt in his mind that Malcolm would give their relationship everything he had.
"Pizza's fine," he muttered, taking a deep breath as he looked around the room.
Malcolm laughed at his brother's comment of him being disgustingly likable, he knew that he had friends but he was sure that Cam did too. That there would be someone who he cared about and his own little family of Phalanx. "What about you, got some girlfriend over where you're at? Someone who you can introduce your favorite big brother to? I think I have baby pictures in here somewhere." He said heading towards that boxes that he knew for a fact contained baby pictures of both of them, and pictures of their parents. "or what about." He said digging through one of them for a framed picture that he knew Cam would like, "This one to bring back home with you."
He handed over the framed picture, it was the four of them inside of the trailer they lived in for all of those years. Malcolm had some unfortunate haircut, their mom was beautiful.
"They were convinced they knew what was best for you. What was it? Listen to them barking orders over Wheel of Fortune or something?" He asked, sitting back on the couch next to his brother to talk about the grandparents who had little say in their life before their parents died. "I believe it, their house smelled like mothballs anyway. Who would want to even live there?"
Malcolm stood back up and found a menu for a local shop, using his cellphone to place an order for a pizza for the two of them. When the order finished, he put his phone back into his pocket and got comfortable on the couch again. "Unpacking can wait, least, that's what I tell myself every day since I moved here."
He looked at the stacks of boxes, the ones in the living room were meant to fill the walls with reminders of his life. He had pictures of his family. Silly ones of him and King when they were in high school. Even a few from his graduation from the police academy, some silly ones from his first few days as a cop, and then when he was promoted to detective. He wanted to coat the walls with new memories of a life that he had regained with his brother and his home.
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Jan 17, 2019 16:45:53 GMT
Malcolm was getting a look when he got all dad-like regarding Cam's love life. "Jesus Christ," he said incredulously, shaking his head. "No girlfriend." Not even close. But he wasn't really looking for one. He had too many problems to dump on another human being. "I have a best friend," he admitted. "And if you even think about showing up with baby pictures you will never meet her." Cam and Aisling were already merciless toward each other. Cameron wasn't about to give her fuel. Of course, while he was kidding, he wasn't sure that he wanted the two to meet yet. Still, it wasn't something that couldn't happen in the future.
Cam took the picture, furrowing his brows as he looked it over. It was one of his favorites-- Fuck Malcolm for knowing that. "I'll take it," he said after clearing his throat. He did want it. He wouldn't thank Malcolm aloud for it, but he was happy to have it.
"Pretty much." Malcolm knew their grandparents well. Cameron had never formed a good relationship with them. He'd been so attached to his parents, his mother mainly. And once they were out of the way, their grandparents didn't like the person Cam was becoming. They'd had no reservations letting him know that, either. But did they ever offer to help him? Of course not.
"You remember that crawl space we used to hide in?" he asked, grinning slightly at the memory. "They still don't even know it's there." Cam had spent years in there, curled up with a book. It was his own little escape from everything.
"You have a bed, fridge, and toilet," he pointed out with a shrug. That was all he needed, really. The rest could stay in boxes for years. He'd be fine. "There are a lot of people like us, you know," he pointed out, not knowing how much of that Mac was aware of. "My roommate can make fire come out of his hands." Which was still amazing to him, honestly.
Malcolm laughed when he started to shake his head and deny having a girlfriend or anyone that he was interested in. He did remember when their dad would do the same thing to him for every female friend that he would bring home for study nights or even just hanging out and he would get the same weedles. “I’m sure you embarrass yourself without any of my help Cam.” He teased his brother, knowing that he would have to meet his friends eventually and keep the pictures at home.
Maybe one or two, but that was it. Just the bathtub ones.
He grinned when his brother said that he wanted the picture, he had a feeling he would. Their mom was smiling so brightly in it, there was no sign in any of them of the pain from losing them in the captured moment. “I’m glad.”
The Gallagher brothers were different in a lot of ways. In how they coped with the deaths of their parents. In where they were in life, everything. How they felt about their grandparents, that was one place where they were on just about the same page. Their grandparents who assumed that they knew what was best for the two of them, that kept Cam from Malcolm all of those years.
“I didn’t have to go all the way to Baton Rouge. Didn’t have to stay there as long as I did.” He knew that he couldn’t put all of the blame on his grandparents. He thought that Cam having stability was for the best, and thought that coming in and out of his life with hectic work schedules would only make it worse.
“That place was the best to just get away from them.” He reminisced about the crawl space and when times were just a lot easier.
He looked over at his brother, unable to believe that there were more people like them. People with more abilities than just being able to change their appearance. “So the place you’re living is all weirdos like us?” He asked with a grin, leaning back on the couch. “Fire? Like flaming fire? Is that, um, safe?”
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Feb 6, 2019 15:58:14 GMT
He scoffed when Malcolm pointed out that Cameron was capable of embarrassing himself. It was true, though, so he couldn't argue it. The young man was painfully aware of his awkward mannerisms and monotonous voice. "Yea, so, I don't need help," he agreed. If by some miracle he acquired social skills in the near future and found himself needing assistance in the embarrassment department, he'd know to come to his older brother for pictures.
He sighed when Mac talked about not having had to stay away for so long, nodding. "Look, I'm pissed, okay? I'm not gonna pretend it's fine," he said, having no interest in sugar-coating. "But I get it. People make mistakes." He acknowledged that Malcolm was trying, and he certainly acknowledged that he, himself, was far from perfect. He knew it'd take time, but he did believe at that point that he'd get over it. In the meantime, though, he needed to be angry at someone. His grandparents seemed like perfect targets.
"Yea-- a lot of them," he confirmed with a nod, thinking of Phalanx and the world that had been introduced to him upon moving in. "Uh, no, not at all," he said with a scoff. He wouldn't call Jaxon's ability safe. "But it works there... people learn how to keep that stuff under control. It's crazy." He didn't know how Ash did it... how he kept the group of miscreants from killing each other. But he did.
"It's... great," he added quietly. They were his family there. They'd filled that space while Cameron had felt alone. "My best friend... she's incredible. And they throw these big dinners for holidays and stuff." That was Cam's favorite part of Phalanx, despite not enjoying being surrounded by people all the time. It felt like a real family. "You should.... uh-- come by sometime."
Malcolm held his hands up in defeat when Cam insisted that he didn't need any help in the social aspects of life. It wasn't like Mac was some experienced wizard at these things anyway. He had one relationship his entire life. Now, he was just trying to get his feet back on stable ground. "If you change your mind though, I have a bunch of them." He said with a grin, knowing that Cameron was probably regretting not running him over with one of the cars in the shop.
He smiled softly when Cameron admitted that he was pissed, but that he understood. He had to cope with his own guilt over it, and he couldn't keep looking to Cameron to absolve him from it. He had to work on himself, and that would be a good thing for him. For a lot of his life, things came easily to him. He was able to skate by in school and still get good grades, he did well at the police academy and his time as a rookie cop. Even being a detective was a world that he knew he would be able to do the most good in. This gnawing pit of guilt in his stomach over what he did to his brother, that would take time. "I'm just happy you're here."
Hearing that there were people at Phalanx who were going to help keep Cameron safe, how to use his ability and practice it made him feel a little better, "That's amazing, I had to learn from my college roommate. Still don't have it completely down, and if I use it too much it can get a little bad." he admitted, enjoying that they could actually talk to each other about these things now.
"I would love to see it. Maybe even meet you best friend. No baby pictures, I promise."
