AN: Hey guys! Clodagh here with an old show and a new ship! Watched the first season and was obsessed, missed the second season but then I binge-watched the two seasons over a weekend with my mum and IS IT MARCH YET?

And oops, I walked away with a new ship. Mike and Max though. 3 The angst and potential is real.

This ended quite happily so no doubt I'll write a more angsty one about how it got fucked up between season two and three. But for now, have this semi-happy piece of poetry writing thing!

Let me know what you think and have a great day!

I recommend listening to Kodaline's 'One Day' while reading this because that song just screams Maxton to me.

You've felt this way for far too long

Waiting for a change to come

You know you're not the only one

And life passes you by

Don't be wasting your time

On your own.

-Kodaline 'One Day'.

It feels like every time Joe Carroll comes

Into your life

You walk away with nothing but scars

And darkness.

However Ryan's just like you

So at least you aren't alone in your

Bitterness.

Last time you walked away still a rookie

With your first loss and

First battle scar

And optimistic that when someone gets

Caught in an explosion

They have to be dead.

Oh how you were so young and foolish back then.

But Carroll is back

And the words

'I was wrong, Ryan, I'm sorry'

Taste like vinegar

And a piece of that innocence is lost.

But you aren't alone,

Because Max came into your life.

You never understood why hurricanes

Were named after people

Until you met her

And saw storms

Destroying small villages

In her eyes.

She was impossible to understand

Except for her relentless love for her uncle

And you understand the feeling

Of idolising Ryan Hardy

Then getting to know the flawed man

And loving him anyway.

So two became three

Reluctant at first

Because you never can quite take back what you said about the death curse

But slowly she starts letting you in

To that circle of trust and caring

That only held Ryan before.

You may have gained an ally

But you're losing yourself in the process

And sometimes even Max can't bring you back.

So you leave, but you come back

(For her, always for her)

But oh the price is hard to pay.

You swallow your grief

And stand tall at your father's funeral

And don't let yourself crumble

Until you're with her

The two of you sitting in silence and with

The comfort of knowing

In the city where it's so easy to get lost

You've at least found someone who can share your pain.

But it doesn't last

(It never does)

And your entire being is thrumming

For justice

For revenge

For blood

And you can't be the good person Max thinks you are

But it's okay

Because she never thought you were perfect

And she understands that need to do something about what you were

Powerless to stop

And she understands when

You show up at her apartment with a bloody face and soaking wet

The smell of whiskey coming off you in waves

Because she knows what it's like to be empty.

And she smiles and says 'Finally' when you kiss her

And you think

'yeah, finally'

Because maybe all you needed

To give you the incentive to be whole again

To be good again

Not even for her but for yourself

Was standing beside you

all along.

You walk away

With a few more scars

And a lot more darkness

Than before

But you walked away with her

And that makes the load easier to bear.