Miguel watched your universe. In his free time as leader, he investigated certain universes that intrigued him. In this universe his counterpart had broken up with a lovely person who reminded him a lot of his Xina. He had to investigate there for a mission, and while walking around in his civilian form; he bumped into you. Obviously, you seemed to be on… better terms, since the breakup. But he couldn’t help himself not to become the Miguel you thought he was, the one you had a history with. He made sure the other Miguel was always away or busy. He thought he was helping, getting a couple back together. But internally, it was manifested feeling and an attachment to this Gwen variant, as one does.

Over time, you formed a life together. Miguel selfishly didn’t stray away after dating, and you even had a little girl together. You named her Gabriella. He still had to attend his work back in his home universe and juggle being an alchlemax geneticist all over again, as well as being a father. But you were with it, over and over again.

He supported a ladder you stood atop of, hanging flowers on the walls in the front of your home. He looked up at you, absentmindedly, thinking about how he had to get rid of this universes’s miguel O’Hara.

“Careful,” He added absentmindedly, his fingers gripping the sides of the ladder subconsciously, tension pulsating in his veins. Before he could react, you were falling and he was scrambling to catch you.