She Asked For It

SUMMARY: Sure, Logan and Max were holding hands, one step closer to a normal relationship but who's got her other hand? Someone's not happy and is going out of their way to show it. Challenge by Pai.

RATING: K+ for now.

PAIRING: MA vs. ML

CHALLENGE: Pai at DA Challenges Community on LJ.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know, my third fic in the shortest amount of time but I've been dying to try out a challenge, so here we go! Fingers crossed, I don't disappoint.

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CHAPTER ONE: Up Goes Flag, Down Goes Love

Max clung on to Logan's gloved hand with her left hand, staring up at Joshua's flag. Maybe, just maybe, things could work out. Logan and Max might finally find their way to a 'normal' relationship; heaven knows they've been quite lost for the past two years. What would she do about her 'relationship' with Alec though?

Alec frowned, diminishing his usual happy-go-lucky grinning. He pretended to pay attention to the proud Freak Nation but couldn't help his eyes that were wandering to the corners and glaring at the sight beside him. I can't believe Max. I thought she was over Logan already. I thought she'd figured out that while she moped and pined over him, she wouldn't get anywhere. One day she'll thank me. The voice inside his head became more determined. If this means I have to step in, then so be it. Everyone already hates me; I'll show them the boyfriend I can be.

Max opened her mouth, she'd spent a minute organising the right words to explain everything to Logan. She started, "Logan."

He looked across, a tiny smile forming on his face.

As Max opened her mouth to speak again, she was cut off by a tug on her right hand. She looked down and saw a bare hand with long fingers entwined with her own. Her mouth dropped slowly and her head rose, analysing the familiar body next to her. Although, it didn't hit Max until her brown eyes locked into a glare with his own hazel-green twinkling eyes. What's he doing?

"Are we playing a game, honey? Should we form a magic circle?" he grinned, preparing himself for a backfire.

Max stood speechless, she knew what was happening. She felt his body warmth progress into her cold, almost frozen hand. She could feel the vibe he was sending and she could read his expressions.

Logan barely heard the comment but had followed Max's own gaze down to the other pair of connected hands. A fire ignited inside his body, nauseating his stomach and tightening his chest. He knew what was happening, she was trying to tell him to let go. The smile, the smile he had made room for, had disappeared into dark shadows that were now tucked away again, for he knew now.

"I understand," he muttered and let go of her hand, walking away.

Max swallowed, trying to regain her breath and words. It wasn't till Logan was far way that she realised he was no longer attached at her hand. She frowned and turned back to Alec, still not letting go of his hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" she shrieked.

"Maxie, I'm your boyfriend. You're not supposed to hold anyone's hand aside from said boyfriend, who, sadly, is not Wheels-of-Steel over there but none other than, yours truly," he answered acting completely serious.

"Ass!" was the only thing that came out of her mouth.

"Quite true. As your lover, my ass is all yours."

"Alec!"

He softened and stopped grinning, "Maxie, don't act like this is not right."

Max frowned again. What the hell does that mean?

He let go of her hand and raised his second finger in front her face, flicking it from side to side in disapproval. "Don't you know that frowns give you wrinkles?!"

Max face went blank as he, too, stormed off.

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