This is my first fic ever, and obviously it had to be about Alex and Max. I seriously started shipping them when I was watching the show, and eventually I ran out of material to read. So I decided to take up the pen myself and write something. This fic will be a bit longer, and I got rough plot in mind, but I am always open for suggestions. I hope you all like it, and if you do don't forget to review. And if you don't, don't forget to review either :)

Now to the Disclaimer: I don't own anything of this, if I did, Max and Alex would have a lot more screentime than they do.

On the other side, I probably ship them because they are not the center of the show. Makes it all just so much cuter.

Alright, I'm rambling, I'll stop now.


Alex was looking out the window watching the clouds from above pass by, wondering how the hell she had gotten into this situation. Sitting in front of Maxwell Lord who had fallen silent after several attempts at small talk, which she had successfully ignored. The hell, she was annoyed at him. How dare he simply whisk her away on his plane. Just because he wanted to show her something. How dare he? Did he think that he could do as he pleased, just because he had money? That everyone would do as he said, because he was powerful?

Alex wanted to give him one hell of a lecture, but opted for the cold treatment. Perhaps he would someday get the message. But that would most likely take a long time.

"Ignoring me Agent Danvers, are we?", Max tried to get her to talk to him, but Alex just looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I offended you by something I did or said, but really I didn't mean to", he said not sounding sorry at all.

Alex looked at him, disbelieve and annoyance in her eyes. He just didn't get it, did he? "I don't know how you feel about matters of consent, but suddenly being taken on a little trip, not knowing where, or for how long, that wouldn't bother you at all, would it?"

"Oh", was all he said, his mouth hanging open for a moment. "Well, I told you I wanted to show you something. And you agreed to come with me after all, so…"

"But coming with you did not involve, say flying to the other side of the continent. That is a bit far for a little afternoon trip isn't it?", she replied shooting him another glare of annoyance, and turning her head to the window again.

"Yeah", Max replied rubbing his neck and falling into silence again.

After moments of simply ignoring each other, Max started again. "You don't want to know what it was, that I wanted to show you?"

"No"

Stunned silence.

"Alright, as you wish Agent Danvers"

Minutes passed, slowly trickling by, the silence between them stretching on and on.

"Something is not right", Maxwell suddenly broke the quiet. He sounded truly distressed, not the usual flippant remark made by Maxwell Lord.

Alex was on alert in an instant. She had no idea what was causing him this concern, but could already feel the unease forming in her stomach. "What?"

"We just turned. There should be no turns in our route, especially at this point. There are not winds or other conditions that may have required us to do so."

"What are you saying?", Alex asked but she already had a vague idea. She quickly ran through the possibilities in her head. Maybe the pilot had lost control over the systems, unlikely, or someone was controlling the plane from the outside, but then why had the pilot not informed them of that. Or the pilot was being controlled. Or the pilot was not himself at all, but an impostor. None of them sounded appealing to Alex, the last one least of all.

"I'm going to check on the pilot", Max just said in a low voice and stood to walk to the door separating the cockpit from the rest of the cabin.

Alex watched him, wary eyes locked on the door. She would have to be quick to intervene, in case anything happened. Her body tense, ready to jump up, she hoped against reason that it was nothing, that the pilot had just made a mistake, however unlikely that was. Mentally preparing to fight, she considered everything that could go wrong. They were on a flying plane after all, 10000 km off the ground. There were a lot of things that could go wrong. She took in her surroundings, checking for dangerous spots and hiding places in case they opened fire. She'd have to look out for the hatch. And the cockpit. If the pilot decided to crash the plane they were lost.

Knocking Max waited in front of the door. He was standing calmly a blank expression on his face, but Alex could see the fear shining in his eyes beneath the composed surface. Somehow she found herself feeling sorry for him. How often did he hide his feelings behind that stupid facade never letting anyone see his true emotions? How did someone even get to be like this? Alex wasn't the most open person either, but at least she had people she could share her feelings with. Whom did Maxwell Lord have? Alex stopped herself from following that train of thought further. There may be a time to contemplate Maxwell Lord's emotional state, but that time was definitely not now. Now there were far more important things at hand, like the white martian ripping the door open, ready to launch itself on the man in front of him.

Alex jumped, the adrenaline kicking in, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. In a split second she was standing between a cowering Max and the alien, blocking a blow that had been directed at him. The alien growled in anger, ready to launch yet another punch, this time at the female that had interrupted it. Alex managed to dodge it in a swift motion, tackling her enemy from behind the next moment.

In the edge of her sight she caught Max scrambling away to the back of the cabin, but she had no time to think about it, as the alien hurled itself on her again. She evaded it sending it tumbling down the floor. She waited for it to get up again, knowing there was no way she would be able to defeat it by brute force. It was indefinitely stronger than her. Eventually she would loose, it was just a matter of time, until she grew to tired to dodge its blows. But Alex Danvers wasn't one to simply give up in the sight of hopelessness. So she continued stepping right and left, ducking down, jumping up, keeping her foe occupied. Right, down, left, right, up. Breathing heavily, she felt the tiredness creep into her muscles. Her right arm was aching terribly from having blocked the first blow her movements getting slower with every blow she avoided, her body wanting to give up, her brain refusing to do so.

"It's futile. You'll die whether it be know or in a couple of minutes. The plane will crash", the alien snarled at her, obviously enjoying it.

Alex gritted her teeth. "No." Hard determination shining in her eyes.

The martian just laughed, a deep, cold and menacing laugh. "You're pitiable."

"No", she said looking up to him, resistance in her glare.

Suddenly she heard the pang of a gun being fired and turned around to see Max standing in the open hatch pointing a gun at the alien. It howled in pain and anger pulling out the bullet stuck in his back.

"You stupid human", it snarled turning around to face Max.