Spoilers: This is the first sequel story to Shattered trust
and whispered confessions. It is set after Hello Goodbye and
might reveal bits and pieces of the series from then on.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone; I wish I did own Jensen Ackles (Alec) Though...drool...
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original part one.
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CHAPTER ONE:
Chicago; July 10th 2022
Max's hips ground against his, only thin layers of clothes separating their toned bodies. He could feel himself responding to the beautiful transgenic straddling him; and he closed his eyes, mentally talking himself down. She laughed and a growl echoed past his lips, low and throaty. He rose up, flipping them so that she was pinned down, his thumb pressed into her throat and his other hand holding her arms above her head,
"Give up?"
Max nodded and he rolled off of her, knowing that she was staring at him,
"What Max?"
"Anything?"
"No.",
His voice was hollow and disheartened and she grimaced.
"Don't worry Alec, it will just take some time."
Alec. That was him, or so he was told. He liked it; it bore a resemblance to the personality he possessed, which was starting to emerge more and more.
"What did you say?"
"That it will take some time."
Time. It was a tricky situation. There was too much of it and yet never enough at the same time.
"There's not enough time. What if we run out? We're living on borrowed time, after all."
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Flashback:
At Crash, Alec sat down at the bar, finishing a drink, "Barkeep! Another scotch. And a, uh, tequila shot for the pretty blonde. " He slid his glass down toward the end of the bar, where Asha was sitting. She looked up, "That's all right. I was just leaving." "Come on. " She leaves her beer behind, stepping over to him. "All right, but once you hear the good news about Max and Logan, you might be wanting that drink. " " What news?" Alec handed her a drink, "Why don't you fortify yourself?" Asha nodded and took the drink. "Bottoms up." Later on, Alec and Asha are still at Crash, drinking lots of beer and doing lots of shots. Asha toasts, "Logan and Max." "Max and Logan." "Every happiness." "Ha!" They clinked glasses and drink. Asha speaks rather wistfully, "Wonder what they're doing right now." Alec gave her a pointed look while she continues, "You know what I mean. Logan's so romantic--I bet he made her dinner. Wine...candles...I bet it's perfect." " Yeah, that sounds like them. I mean, why consummate two years of unbridled passion when we can have pasta?" "You're a pig. You don't know anything about love. "Well, I know more than you think. Besides, you're a liar." "How so?" "Because you don't wish them all the happiness in the world; you want Logan for yourself. I mean, come on. You had it all dialled in when Max was back at Manticore, presumed dead. You and Logan, doing your hero thing, spending hours together in his fancy little apartment, all tuned up about the ways of the world. It was a good time for you, right?" "Yeah, he was thinking about Max every second of every day. He never believed she was dead. And when she came back, he was the happiest I'd ever seen him." "Yeah, until the virus thing." "Even with the virus, they never gave up on each other. And no matter how I feel about it, I have to respect that. Because that, my friend, is true love." "Yeah, right. Have they ever even once said "I love you"? No. No. Max...Max would choke on the words. Logan...eh, he'd say it, in an email. (Mocking Max) "He's not my boyfriend. We were never even like that. It was never the right time." No, Logan is a repressed WASP and Max is a...a broken toy. The two of them will never work out together." "And you are cynical." "No. I'm someone who believes in going after what he wants, and damn the consequences. When you've been dead a hundred years, little girl, you have only just begun to be dead. We're living on borrowed time. And if you don't put your heart out there on the line, then you're never really living at all. If I loved someone, I'd tell 'em. And if I wanted someone, then I would let her know, straight up. Asha, I want you. Come home with me."
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"What is it, what's wrong?",
Max whispered softly, scared to distract Alec from whatever he was lost in.
"Another piece of the puzzle."
"Really what did you see?"
"Me and this blonde..."
"Okay, not loving the idea of a sharing relationship right now!"
"Nothing like that. We were talking...about you and Logan. You had a virus and had found a cure."
Alec paused, his plump lips puckered to show his being deep in thought,
"You were sick?"
"It was a long time ago."
"How long? It seems like I can't keep track of time anymore."
"Months. You want me to go over it all again?"
He nodded and Max pulled herself into his lap, savouring the feel of his arms around her,
"Okay. We first met about one and a half years ago. I burnt down Manticore - no thanks to you - a few days later and you've been living on the outside ever since."
"What about when I was recaptured?"
"Almost a year had passed since we met. I was kidnapped..."
"By Ben."
"Who's telling the story here?"
"Sorry."
"Yes by Ben. You took part in a swap - you for me. You know how it ends."
"Hopefully happily ever after."
Alec sighed, pushing Max off of him and standing up t o look over the city through the thick-glassed window. She moved over to him, hesitating, before wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and tucking her chin onto his shoulder,
"I know it's hard for you."
"We've been here basically five months. It's like this place sucks the life out of us. We're cut off from contact with anyone and I still haven't regained most of my memory. Today's flash was the biggest I've had in ages."
"I know. I wish we could be back at Jampony with OC, Sketchy, hell even Normal. Or hanging at Joshua's watching him paint another masterpiece. But we can't. It's too dangerous. Until you regain your memory, it's too dangerous."
"You know what would help my memory?"
He swivelled around to face her, hot breath tickling her ear. Max licked her lips nervously,
"Slow down lover boy, we were never like that."
"Yeah but I bet I dreamed about it. Well, how about we do it to pass the time."
Alec cupped her face with the most gentle of touch, leaning in to press a softly urgent kiss against her lips. Max pulled back, ignoring her body's plea to give in to temptation,
"You know what my answer is."
He sighed, stepping back,
"Yeah I know, no sex for Alec."
"Do you understand why?"
"Yeah I do. You want to wait until my memory returns. I get that. But, what if it never returns?"
"It will. If you want me bad enough, it should provide some incentive for your memory to return."
Alec groaned loudly, then smirked at her cheekily,
"Wouldn't it be such a shame if it were the trigger to my memory unlocking and we'll never know. I can't believe that you're resisting such a fine specimen as myself."
Max smiled at him, it reaching and lighting up her eyes,
"Now that's the Alec I remember. But, I'll tell you what.when we have been here for 6 months - that's less than 4 weeks away - if you have had no major developments with your memory, I might find it in my heart to reconsider."
"You know, 6 months seems to me like the longest time to go without. I must be building up quite a store."
"For a guy like you, 6 months is an extreme time. You used to go home with a different girl each night."
"Until I met you."
He sank into the squashy sofa and Max snuggled next to him, comforted by his arm draped heavily around her,
"Not quite. Not until you lost your memory saving me."
"I sound like quite the guy, putting my ass out on the line for you like that."
"Mmm, it was the first unselfish thing you ever did. And the thing that made me realise how I felt for you."
"Which is..."
"Alec. You know I don't want us saying how we feel..."
"Yeah, yeah. Not until my memory returns. Fine okay. Let's watch some TV."
"There's never anything good on."
"Max, this is my boob tube. Just let me relish in the one pleasure you're allowing me to enjoy until I'm me again."
He flicked the set on and leaned back, watching eagerly with his eyes glued and his face set into an excited grin that reminded her of a kid on a cheesy Christmas special.
To be continued...
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone; I wish I did own Jensen Ackles (Alec) Though...drool...
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original part one.
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CHAPTER ONE:
Chicago; July 10th 2022
Max's hips ground against his, only thin layers of clothes separating their toned bodies. He could feel himself responding to the beautiful transgenic straddling him; and he closed his eyes, mentally talking himself down. She laughed and a growl echoed past his lips, low and throaty. He rose up, flipping them so that she was pinned down, his thumb pressed into her throat and his other hand holding her arms above her head,
"Give up?"
Max nodded and he rolled off of her, knowing that she was staring at him,
"What Max?"
"Anything?"
"No.",
His voice was hollow and disheartened and she grimaced.
"Don't worry Alec, it will just take some time."
Alec. That was him, or so he was told. He liked it; it bore a resemblance to the personality he possessed, which was starting to emerge more and more.
"What did you say?"
"That it will take some time."
Time. It was a tricky situation. There was too much of it and yet never enough at the same time.
"There's not enough time. What if we run out? We're living on borrowed time, after all."
* * * * *
Flashback:
At Crash, Alec sat down at the bar, finishing a drink, "Barkeep! Another scotch. And a, uh, tequila shot for the pretty blonde. " He slid his glass down toward the end of the bar, where Asha was sitting. She looked up, "That's all right. I was just leaving." "Come on. " She leaves her beer behind, stepping over to him. "All right, but once you hear the good news about Max and Logan, you might be wanting that drink. " " What news?" Alec handed her a drink, "Why don't you fortify yourself?" Asha nodded and took the drink. "Bottoms up." Later on, Alec and Asha are still at Crash, drinking lots of beer and doing lots of shots. Asha toasts, "Logan and Max." "Max and Logan." "Every happiness." "Ha!" They clinked glasses and drink. Asha speaks rather wistfully, "Wonder what they're doing right now." Alec gave her a pointed look while she continues, "You know what I mean. Logan's so romantic--I bet he made her dinner. Wine...candles...I bet it's perfect." " Yeah, that sounds like them. I mean, why consummate two years of unbridled passion when we can have pasta?" "You're a pig. You don't know anything about love. "Well, I know more than you think. Besides, you're a liar." "How so?" "Because you don't wish them all the happiness in the world; you want Logan for yourself. I mean, come on. You had it all dialled in when Max was back at Manticore, presumed dead. You and Logan, doing your hero thing, spending hours together in his fancy little apartment, all tuned up about the ways of the world. It was a good time for you, right?" "Yeah, he was thinking about Max every second of every day. He never believed she was dead. And when she came back, he was the happiest I'd ever seen him." "Yeah, until the virus thing." "Even with the virus, they never gave up on each other. And no matter how I feel about it, I have to respect that. Because that, my friend, is true love." "Yeah, right. Have they ever even once said "I love you"? No. No. Max...Max would choke on the words. Logan...eh, he'd say it, in an email. (Mocking Max) "He's not my boyfriend. We were never even like that. It was never the right time." No, Logan is a repressed WASP and Max is a...a broken toy. The two of them will never work out together." "And you are cynical." "No. I'm someone who believes in going after what he wants, and damn the consequences. When you've been dead a hundred years, little girl, you have only just begun to be dead. We're living on borrowed time. And if you don't put your heart out there on the line, then you're never really living at all. If I loved someone, I'd tell 'em. And if I wanted someone, then I would let her know, straight up. Asha, I want you. Come home with me."
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"What is it, what's wrong?",
Max whispered softly, scared to distract Alec from whatever he was lost in.
"Another piece of the puzzle."
"Really what did you see?"
"Me and this blonde..."
"Okay, not loving the idea of a sharing relationship right now!"
"Nothing like that. We were talking...about you and Logan. You had a virus and had found a cure."
Alec paused, his plump lips puckered to show his being deep in thought,
"You were sick?"
"It was a long time ago."
"How long? It seems like I can't keep track of time anymore."
"Months. You want me to go over it all again?"
He nodded and Max pulled herself into his lap, savouring the feel of his arms around her,
"Okay. We first met about one and a half years ago. I burnt down Manticore - no thanks to you - a few days later and you've been living on the outside ever since."
"What about when I was recaptured?"
"Almost a year had passed since we met. I was kidnapped..."
"By Ben."
"Who's telling the story here?"
"Sorry."
"Yes by Ben. You took part in a swap - you for me. You know how it ends."
"Hopefully happily ever after."
Alec sighed, pushing Max off of him and standing up t o look over the city through the thick-glassed window. She moved over to him, hesitating, before wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and tucking her chin onto his shoulder,
"I know it's hard for you."
"We've been here basically five months. It's like this place sucks the life out of us. We're cut off from contact with anyone and I still haven't regained most of my memory. Today's flash was the biggest I've had in ages."
"I know. I wish we could be back at Jampony with OC, Sketchy, hell even Normal. Or hanging at Joshua's watching him paint another masterpiece. But we can't. It's too dangerous. Until you regain your memory, it's too dangerous."
"You know what would help my memory?"
He swivelled around to face her, hot breath tickling her ear. Max licked her lips nervously,
"Slow down lover boy, we were never like that."
"Yeah but I bet I dreamed about it. Well, how about we do it to pass the time."
Alec cupped her face with the most gentle of touch, leaning in to press a softly urgent kiss against her lips. Max pulled back, ignoring her body's plea to give in to temptation,
"You know what my answer is."
He sighed, stepping back,
"Yeah I know, no sex for Alec."
"Do you understand why?"
"Yeah I do. You want to wait until my memory returns. I get that. But, what if it never returns?"
"It will. If you want me bad enough, it should provide some incentive for your memory to return."
Alec groaned loudly, then smirked at her cheekily,
"Wouldn't it be such a shame if it were the trigger to my memory unlocking and we'll never know. I can't believe that you're resisting such a fine specimen as myself."
Max smiled at him, it reaching and lighting up her eyes,
"Now that's the Alec I remember. But, I'll tell you what.when we have been here for 6 months - that's less than 4 weeks away - if you have had no major developments with your memory, I might find it in my heart to reconsider."
"You know, 6 months seems to me like the longest time to go without. I must be building up quite a store."
"For a guy like you, 6 months is an extreme time. You used to go home with a different girl each night."
"Until I met you."
He sank into the squashy sofa and Max snuggled next to him, comforted by his arm draped heavily around her,
"Not quite. Not until you lost your memory saving me."
"I sound like quite the guy, putting my ass out on the line for you like that."
"Mmm, it was the first unselfish thing you ever did. And the thing that made me realise how I felt for you."
"Which is..."
"Alec. You know I don't want us saying how we feel..."
"Yeah, yeah. Not until my memory returns. Fine okay. Let's watch some TV."
"There's never anything good on."
"Max, this is my boob tube. Just let me relish in the one pleasure you're allowing me to enjoy until I'm me again."
He flicked the set on and leaned back, watching eagerly with his eyes glued and his face set into an excited grin that reminded her of a kid on a cheesy Christmas special.
To be continued...