Title: Possible possibilities
Author: Elcee
Pairings: Max/Alec, the only way to go!
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing and if I did, Alec wouldn't be on the show but in my bedroom decidedly naked.ohhhhh, very graphic imagery! YAH!
Author's note: I'm not a big writer but the first fews lines wrote themselves in my head and repeated until I pulled out my hair (there were chunks everywhere and people started to complain about the bad drain blockages.)
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Wasn't there meant to be up lifting cheering and streamers flying through the air?
Weren't birds meant to glide above and around the hero's, the innocents, as if they agreed with what they'd fought for?
Wasn't the guy meant to realise that he truly loved her and only her and could never love another as long as he lived?
Wasn't she meant to devote her heart to him and only him before leaping into his arms, announcing that they were going to live happily ever after?
However, as Max stood there, her eyes glistening with pride at the transgenics that encouraged and supported her around their flag, she couldn't help but swear at all those old movies that Alec had talked her into seeing. All those happy endings where everyone lived happily ever after in a white cottage with cute little picket fences. She snorted to herself, that was one hell of a large white house if it were to fit everyone, especially with their growing numbers of refugees.
But none of that actually happened in real life. Happy endings weren't for lab created transgenics who's soul purpose in life was to fight to the death.
Today, there were no uplifting cheers because everyone was to tired and scared to draw more attention than was already on them.
Today, no streamers flew happily through the air as such items were very rare in a broken and constantly warping world.
Today, no birds flew as they died once they glided into the toxic area that surrounded Terminal City.
Today, the man who had finally realised how much he loved her watched in dismay as her hand was grasped tightly by another.
Today, she knew that giving her heart to the man she loved would only result in emotional lapses in judgement in the evident upcoming battle situations that could cost either of them their lives.
Max tore her gaze away from the flag that Joshua was so proud of, a flag that drew all the different creations that had once been secluded in their own groups now together, all as one force to protect one another, despite one being an anomaly and one being an X series.
Her eyes slowly travelled down to the hand that held hers, the latex glove sweaty against her skin. She closed her eyelids tightly, fighting the urge to yank her hand from his.
She didn't mean to be cruel or unkind or even to through his infatuation back at him, she just didn't care anymore. She didn't care about the virus, the pasta dinners and pre pulse wine or even the money she was able to get from the odd eyes only job.
The sigh slipped easily from her lips. She simply didn't care anymore. She had priorities elsewhere, like fighting for the survival of her people. And thinking about old loves made her think of a certain transgenic.
She risked a quick glance to Alec who stood to the side, Joshua's arm supporting the wounded man who refused treatment at such a pivotal moment. Dark eyes, if possible, darkened more as they travelled worriedly to the wound in question, the blood now seeping through the makeshift bandage.
Despite her earlier thoughts, all she wanted to do was go over there and tell Alec her true feelings, how her heart had almost stopped when she learnt of him having been shot.
But she couldn't and she wouldn't. She was a soldier first, then a person and that meant Manticore training kicked in first, not her heart.
Please review guys and gals cause if it isn't liked, I won't continue, start something else. Please send along suggestions as well, all are welcome and possible plot and such ideas are very much welcomed.
Thanks!
Author: Elcee
Pairings: Max/Alec, the only way to go!
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing and if I did, Alec wouldn't be on the show but in my bedroom decidedly naked.ohhhhh, very graphic imagery! YAH!
Author's note: I'm not a big writer but the first fews lines wrote themselves in my head and repeated until I pulled out my hair (there were chunks everywhere and people started to complain about the bad drain blockages.)
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Wasn't there meant to be up lifting cheering and streamers flying through the air?
Weren't birds meant to glide above and around the hero's, the innocents, as if they agreed with what they'd fought for?
Wasn't the guy meant to realise that he truly loved her and only her and could never love another as long as he lived?
Wasn't she meant to devote her heart to him and only him before leaping into his arms, announcing that they were going to live happily ever after?
However, as Max stood there, her eyes glistening with pride at the transgenics that encouraged and supported her around their flag, she couldn't help but swear at all those old movies that Alec had talked her into seeing. All those happy endings where everyone lived happily ever after in a white cottage with cute little picket fences. She snorted to herself, that was one hell of a large white house if it were to fit everyone, especially with their growing numbers of refugees.
But none of that actually happened in real life. Happy endings weren't for lab created transgenics who's soul purpose in life was to fight to the death.
Today, there were no uplifting cheers because everyone was to tired and scared to draw more attention than was already on them.
Today, no streamers flew happily through the air as such items were very rare in a broken and constantly warping world.
Today, no birds flew as they died once they glided into the toxic area that surrounded Terminal City.
Today, the man who had finally realised how much he loved her watched in dismay as her hand was grasped tightly by another.
Today, she knew that giving her heart to the man she loved would only result in emotional lapses in judgement in the evident upcoming battle situations that could cost either of them their lives.
Max tore her gaze away from the flag that Joshua was so proud of, a flag that drew all the different creations that had once been secluded in their own groups now together, all as one force to protect one another, despite one being an anomaly and one being an X series.
Her eyes slowly travelled down to the hand that held hers, the latex glove sweaty against her skin. She closed her eyelids tightly, fighting the urge to yank her hand from his.
She didn't mean to be cruel or unkind or even to through his infatuation back at him, she just didn't care anymore. She didn't care about the virus, the pasta dinners and pre pulse wine or even the money she was able to get from the odd eyes only job.
The sigh slipped easily from her lips. She simply didn't care anymore. She had priorities elsewhere, like fighting for the survival of her people. And thinking about old loves made her think of a certain transgenic.
She risked a quick glance to Alec who stood to the side, Joshua's arm supporting the wounded man who refused treatment at such a pivotal moment. Dark eyes, if possible, darkened more as they travelled worriedly to the wound in question, the blood now seeping through the makeshift bandage.
Despite her earlier thoughts, all she wanted to do was go over there and tell Alec her true feelings, how her heart had almost stopped when she learnt of him having been shot.
But she couldn't and she wouldn't. She was a soldier first, then a person and that meant Manticore training kicked in first, not her heart.
Please review guys and gals cause if it isn't liked, I won't continue, start something else. Please send along suggestions as well, all are welcome and possible plot and such ideas are very much welcomed.
Thanks!