#alien patton

Fossils and Aliens Sanders Sides AU

Note: Trying out a new AU. Please let me know if you want to see more! This could probably stand alone, but I have more ideas to explore if people are interested.

Virgil crossed his arms, leaning against a dead tree trunk and watching his friend dig in the sand. He stifled a laugh. Logan never liked getting dirty, yet here he was, wearing a tie now-covered in dust, kneeling on the ground.

“Are you going to help? Or just stand there and brood?” Logan demanded, looking up at him.

Virgil shrugged. “It’s hot out. I need the shade or I’ll wilt,” he said.

“If you took off your hoodie, you wouldn’t be sweating as much.”

“Says the guy who wears a tie to a dig site.” Virgil smiled sideways.

“Serious people wear neckties. I do have a reputation to uphold.” Logan adjusted his tie with a huff.

“A reputation, hm? And yet we’re in the middle of nowhere cuz one of your beeping machines said there’s some kind of old rare fossil thing hidden underground in the area.” Virgil stretched and reluctantly left the comfort of the shade to see if there was any progress.

Before Logan could open his mouth to protest, Remus barreled into view. “Hey, hey, hey! Guess what I found! There’s been like a butt-load of UFO sightings around here!” He skidded to a stop and waved his phone in their faces— too fast for either of them to make out what exactly he was trying to show them.

Logan gently nudged Remus’s arm away. “Preposterous. We do not have significant evidence for the existence of extraterrestrials. Every UFO sighting can be explained by some natural phenomenon— meteor showers, comets, even drones. Do not get your hopes up too high.”

Virgil shrugged. “I dunno, specs. Sometimes things can’t always be explained away. Like cryptids.”

Remus giggled and clapped his hands. “Oooh do ya think we’ll find any cryptids out here?”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Cryptids are urban legends. They don’t exist either.”

Remus pouted. “Quit being a party pooper! One day you’ll see!”

Logan sighed. “I need to get back to work. Help me or stay out of the way,” he said, stabbing his shovel into the hard ground.

Remus shrugged and grabbed a shovel, digging along next to him. Unlike Logan, he loved getting dirty in all senses of the word. “Yo, just tell me to slow down or whatever so I don’t break any dino-bones. It is dinosaurs we’re after, right?”

Logan sighed. “It seems to be something from the Jurassic period, if the readings are correct. So yes, theoretically there is a high chance of a few dinosaur bones.”

Virgil stretched. “I’m gonna go grab some snacks and drinks. Hydrate or die-drate!” He did finger-guns, then wandered off.

By the time Virgil returned, the moon had replaced the sun in the sky. A full moon, and a beautiful arrangement of stars he has never seen back in the city. “You dorks find anything yet?”

Logan cleaned off his glasses. “Science cannot be rushed. We might be out here for days or weeks. Perhaps longer. It would, of course, be faster if we had more of a crew—“

“We don’t need a crew,” Remus interrupted. “The three of us against the world! We’ll be famous. We won’t need to listen to nobody!”

“Double negative,” Virgil and Logan said in unison. The three of them broke into a laughing fit, then paused, looking up at the night sky. There was an odd humming in the air, a ringing and thrumming.

Remus shot to his feet. “Aliens, aliens, aliens,” he chanted with a grin.

“It’s probably just someone blaring music...” Logan trailed off.

Virgil scoffed. “In the middle of nowhere? Dude, we’re miles away from the nearest gas station.” He froze, then dove towards the others, knocking them to the ground.

A colorful aura filled the air— blue and red and yellow. Once it cleared there were three odd-looking beings standing in the open area, each humanoid but clearly different species. One was reptilian in appearance, covered in gold scales with glowing eyes. Another looked somewhat like an elf, tall and regal, with glowing red markings over his skin. The third was a short blue creature with frog-like limbs, cat ears, and a rather fluffy tail.

The blue one hopped closer and grinned. “Greetings, earthlings!” He piped up. “We come in peace!”

“Goodnesss, Patton. You’re going to give the pathetic creaturessss a heart attack. We’re lucky they aren’t armed.” The reptilian one inspected his sharp nails.

A/N: It's been a while! But I have more of this written out, and a plan for where I'm going.

Previous

Word Count: 312

Ship(s): Moxiety

Warnings: Mentions of kissing with (very) dubious consent

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"Virgil, please sit down."

"No, I want to know what's going on here."

Patton winced. "I'm sorry, it's my hormones, they're all over the place; it's my fault."

"So you kissed me?"

"You kissed me, actually."

Virgil bristled at that. "No, I didn't."

"You did," Patton insisted. "Pheromones."

"Pheromones? Pheromones don't make people kiss each other."

"They do when you're not… human…"

Virgil blinked, dropping his arms. "You're not… What?!"

Patton stood, slowly. "Please calm down."

"No! Hell no! What the hell, Patton?! You're crazy! Get away from me!" Virgil exclaimed, backing away.

Patton stopped, holding his hands up where Virgil could see them. "Virge," he said, voice desperate and small, "please, just let me show you." And with that, Patton began to grow longer, sharper, blueer.

Virgil's eyes widened, and he backed up more. He tripped over his feet, falling onto his rear. "W-wha-... I-..."

Patton was almost instantly back the way Virgil knew him, and he walked towards Virgil quickly.

Virgil flinched, covering his head with an arm, and Patton stopped.

"Are you okay, Virge?"

Virgil shook his head. He was definitely having trouble breathing.

So Patton backed off, crouching a few feet away. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you…"

Virgil nodded, trying to do one of the breathing exercises he'd learned.

"I like you, Virgil," Patton said softly. "You're nice to me, even though I'm… weird."

Virgil huffed out a laugh. "I'm weird too," he managed after quite a few deep breaths.

Patton grinned. "Are you okay now?"

Virgil nodded. "Yeah. I think I will be."

Patton smiled more. "I'm glad. I'll be better about taking my pheromone suppressants."

"You'd better," Virgil said, still a little huffy about the whole thing.

"Are we… alright?" Patton asked finally.

"...Yeah," Virgil answered. He found he meant it. He was still freaked out, sure, but… "I'm not going anywhere, Pat."

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The Man From the Stars Taglist: @ilovemygaydad

A/N: I don't know if I already said this, but I think when I'm done with this story I'll do an edited version posted as a one-shot, but if that gets me less notes on these little pieces of story, I've promised myself I won't get discouraged. This story isn't going anywhere.

Part 1

Part 6

Word Count: 185

Warnings: Kissing

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Virgil breathed deeply as he buckled himself into the driver's seat of Patton's car in the dark of the early morning. "Why did you get a car again if you can't drive it?"

Patton giggled a little. "Most people on this planet have one."

Virgil nodded, starting the car. He was glad it was a hybrid, almost silent.

"Virge?"

"Yeah, Pat?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Virgil looked over at Patton, giving him a soft smile. "Of course. I wouldn't just up and leave my life, not that it's much to look at, if I wasn't sure."

Patton went quiet for a moment, which Virgil had discovered was odd for him. When he spoke again, it was quiet, tentative. "May I kiss you again?"

Virgil nodded, and Patton leaned over the console to do so, his lips pressing to Virgil's tenderly for a few moments.

Then it was over. Virgil took another deep breath and began driving. Driving toward Patton's ship. Where they would say goodbye. But Virgil wasn't going to think about that. Not when Patton was still next to him.

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