Title: Always Remember C.R.E.A.M.
By JetBlack
Rating: PG-13
Timeframe: After Hello Goodbye but before Freak Nation. *Alec does know that Max used him to lie to Logan.
Summary: When Normal looses JamPony, Max and Alec embark on a grand road trip to save their jobs and maybe have a little fun and make a little extra cash on the side.
Disclaimer
Ranting follows . . . eh I can't be bothered. That's a first.
Chapter One
Softly running her hands down her sides, Max caressed the slight crease on the red dress until it eased away. She pulled the mid-thigh stocking up a little higher, content. She'd never thought she'd ever wear this a second time but then again she'd never thought she'd be doing Eyes Only missions with an annoying, smart-aleck with the only purpose in life, it seemed, was to piss her off.
She'd added just one item to that little red dress. The one she'd stolen off that working girl in that bathroom when she'd gone after Bruno's boss, what now seemed like a lifetime ago. The frame-less sunglasses were the final touch and Max looked at herself appraisingly.
Retouching her lipstick she ran a hand through her chocolate brown hair and stepped out of Logan's bathroom.
She could hear them in the kitchen chatting rather amicably considering. Well she wasn't going to push her luck. If Logan thought she was with Alec and if he'd let her go, let her 'be happy' then so be it. At least they were still talking, doing this little mission would re fortify the bonds.
Her heels clicked on the hardwood floors and the two looked up from the midst of no doubt some culinary miracle. A satisfied smirk grew on her lips as the two halted just staring, "So, what do you think boys?"
". . . red . . . you," Logan stuttered, Alec not much different, " . . . dress . . . wow . . ."
Max's smile beamed and she rolled her eyes to hide the blush.
*******
Alec's arm wrapped itself securely around her waist and she played the role of the arm ornament well as she snuggled closer into him, "Wow Max . . . you uh done this before."
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow; "We are not doing this again. Try to concentrate on finding this guy."
Her eyes scanned the crowd trying to spot the crook of the week Logan had told them about. Max suppressed the urge to glare and pull disgusted faces at all the leers she received from bald aging men, instead smiling ditzily. Why me? Was her only thought. Why are gamblers, ugly overweight men reaching midlife crisis?
Moving through the crowds Alec led her towards the betting booths and she let him guide her, "Hey Thunder is racing today. Too bad I don't have any money on me," he mused mostly to himself. Max stomped onto his foot, hard, getting his attention. So much for her theory about older balding men.
"What?!" he hissed, "You really need anger management classes Max, jeez," he said dryly trying not to limp. Those heels were pointy. Max only smiled at some passing idiot that winked at her and retorted, "If you would stop checking out skanks or seeing who's racing today then maybe we might actually find this guy."
And as soon as those words left her mouth they simultaneously saw him talking to a group of men.
Tudor Olsen was your average rich guy she mused refusing the urge to scrunch up her nose at the Italian Versace suit and over the top golden watch and cufflinks, "Rich assholes never have style. They think if they buy expensive brands and it's all done," Alec sneered, "But someone should tell the guy that a navy suit and a maroon frilly shirt don't go together. Especially when he wears a tie that Kermit the frog must have died for."
Max shook with suppressed laughter at Alec's words and he chuckled along. Taking the small bug out she hid it within her hand as she readied herself to plant it.
Alec's eyes widened and he turned looking her up and down, "Where were you keeping that?"
Max grinned and shrugged, "You wish. Come on soldier boy let's go plant this on him so I can go home and have a bath."
Wordlessly the two, still with their arms around each other, passed behind the man brushing by and Max planted the bug on the inside of his jacket, "Let's go."
Heading towards the exit neither saw the slumped figure of a drunk Normal nursing a glass of bourbon.
****
Sitting on the couch, an opened can of peaches in syrup in one hand and only wearing his infamous blue towel, Alec studied curiously the chipping green paint of his walls. It was amazing how many different shapes, textures and the like one could find in the chips of encrusted color that had once decorated the room.
It was now no more than another piece to his crusty apartment; Brain hadn't really been one for housekeeping but then again neither was Alec.
With speculative eyes he looked around at the scattered objects that littered his apartment and thought once again of why he was sitting at 3am on his couch eating peaches in syrup and watching the paint crumble.
One word. Max.
She had asked him if he wanted to come. Drop by Logan's for 'debriefing' and then head to Crash but god knew he'd had enough debriefing as a kid and he wasn't eager for a whole new batch and with how things were tight now, it was just awkward.
Why did he always have to be the bad guy? Why did Max always use him and then throw him away like a forgotten toy?
One reason. She was a woman. And not just any woman, a transgenic one.
Alec snickered under his breath and shoved another peach slice into his mouth as he imagined the hurt he'd be in if he ever explained his reasoning to Max and Cindy. It was just asking for an ass kicking and as a tag team . . . he didn't even want to think about that.
A resounding thump broke him out of his thoughts and Alec recognized the familiar sound of someone's back, sliding down his door. Holding his towel in place he left his can on the coffee table and swung open his door.
He watched in surprise as a drunk Normal fell backwards into his apartment; an open empty bottle of vodka in one hand.
He rolled his eyes and lifted his intoxicated boss over one shoulder dumping him onto the couch. With the back of his hand he lightly slapped him awake, "Normal? Oy Normal, wake up . . . come on please don't throw up on my couch, it's bad enough as it is," he whined.
The older man groaned, no doubt from a splitting headache, but did nothing more than turn over falling asleep but not before sticking his thumb in his mouth.
Alec watched in amusement as Normal proceeded to make sucking noises and baby gurgles. A yellow piece of paper was clutched in his other hand along with the bottle and Alec knew all too well what it meant, not that he'd ever had one. Normal had gambled and Normal had lost and from the amount of zeros, he'd lost big time.
His fingers automatically danced over the phone dialing a well-known number; he didn't even have to look at the pad.
*********
The phone was ringing. The phone was ringing right next to her on her bedside table. The phone was not shutting up and it continued to ring, right next to her ignoring her whispered threats. Right next to her on the bedside table beside her bed, the bed that she was sleeping in. The bed she was sleeping in at 3am in the morning. Someone was going to die and it wasn't her.
"BOO! PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE BEFORE I COME IN THERE AND START LAYING SMACKDOWNS!" Max groaned at the shouts coming from Cindy in the next room and she blindly reached for the phone.
If it's Logan and one of his missions I swear I'll kill him.
"Ello?" she croaked into the phone and almost choked at the familiar voice chuckling on the other side.
"Well hello sunshine!"
"Alec what are you doing calling at this ungodly hour?"
"You have to see it for yourself," Max didn't miss the covered up concern and worry beneath the sarcastic tone and grudgingly but quickly she got out of bed.
*******
A knock at the door alerted Alec of her arrival. He'd heard her bike long before and her soft steps moving to his door but she was finally here. He didn't even get up to open the door and as he'd guessed she picked the lock in no time.
She marched in ready to demand what the hell was going on but her ranting died on her lips when she spotted him. He was only in a pair of navy blue jeans and Max forced herself not to stare; his gaze was transfixed on a little yellow piece of paper he held in his hand.
She studied his features hoping for a clue on what he was thinking; so deep in her thoughts that she started when she spoke, "Looks like we'll all be looking for jobs Max," he muttered in a soft voice sending a slight shiver through her.
"What are you talking about?" she said scrunching up her nose. She could smell alcohol, had been able to smell it before even setting foot in his apartment but it wasn't coming form Alec.
Her eyes peered over the couch and widened at the huddled from of Normal sucking his thumb. Her expression was priceless and at any other time he would have laughed but he only smirked and turned the piece of paper handing it to her.
A slight pang hit him as he watched realization dawn on her. The only way Normal would be able to pay that amount of money was by selling Jampony and that meant everyone would be out of a job, "This is not good."
"My thoughts exactly. It's a little over what I have saved up otherwise . . . " he let the phrase linger in the air.
Her face shot up and she caught his confused gaze. A thousand watt smile quickly spread over her lips and she began pacing back and forth muttering things like, "We'd have to do it outside of Seattle . . . it's a little steep . . . we could do it though."
"Max . . . MAX!" Alec yelled finally able to grab her attention. She spun round and looked at him expectantly, "What are you mumbling like an idiot about."
Her nostrils flared and she reddened at his remark and he readied himself for the incoming hit but none came, "I'll let that one slide. How many days does Normal have to pay this Alec?"
"Fifteen, not counting today so he has two weeks. Why?" Max smiled again and began pacing.
"We could raise the money. No one would ever know. We can leave tonight, leave a note telling him to wait and not sell JamPony with some story. I don't know what yet but . . . we can steal a car and go through Portland, San Francisco then LA and finally Vegas then fly back to Seattle. It'd be easy money!"
"Whoa Max slow down a minute, are you saying what I think you're saying?" A quick once over at her expression and he slimmed his eyes, "What have you done with the real Max. First you let me touch you without so much as a complaint during the mission. I'm not complaining but I was expecting wrath of hell afterwards. Second are you telling me we're going on a trip? And not just any trip; one with the sole objective of premeditated crime?"
She grinned and shrugged," I could always ask Cece to come with me if you don't want to."
A devilish smirk tugged his lips and he clapped his hands together, "So, what is our cover story?"
"I knew you'd see it my way."
********
Okay so guys what do you think? I'd really like to know so like writers worldwide I ask of you only one thing, enjoy what I write or don't if it isn't your thing and if you're kind enough to leave me a review stating your thoughts I'll love ya forever. 10 reviews and I update . . .
By JetBlack
Rating: PG-13
Timeframe: After Hello Goodbye but before Freak Nation. *Alec does know that Max used him to lie to Logan.
Summary: When Normal looses JamPony, Max and Alec embark on a grand road trip to save their jobs and maybe have a little fun and make a little extra cash on the side.
Disclaimer
Ranting follows . . . eh I can't be bothered. That's a first.
Chapter One
Softly running her hands down her sides, Max caressed the slight crease on the red dress until it eased away. She pulled the mid-thigh stocking up a little higher, content. She'd never thought she'd ever wear this a second time but then again she'd never thought she'd be doing Eyes Only missions with an annoying, smart-aleck with the only purpose in life, it seemed, was to piss her off.
She'd added just one item to that little red dress. The one she'd stolen off that working girl in that bathroom when she'd gone after Bruno's boss, what now seemed like a lifetime ago. The frame-less sunglasses were the final touch and Max looked at herself appraisingly.
Retouching her lipstick she ran a hand through her chocolate brown hair and stepped out of Logan's bathroom.
She could hear them in the kitchen chatting rather amicably considering. Well she wasn't going to push her luck. If Logan thought she was with Alec and if he'd let her go, let her 'be happy' then so be it. At least they were still talking, doing this little mission would re fortify the bonds.
Her heels clicked on the hardwood floors and the two looked up from the midst of no doubt some culinary miracle. A satisfied smirk grew on her lips as the two halted just staring, "So, what do you think boys?"
". . . red . . . you," Logan stuttered, Alec not much different, " . . . dress . . . wow . . ."
Max's smile beamed and she rolled her eyes to hide the blush.
*******
Alec's arm wrapped itself securely around her waist and she played the role of the arm ornament well as she snuggled closer into him, "Wow Max . . . you uh done this before."
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow; "We are not doing this again. Try to concentrate on finding this guy."
Her eyes scanned the crowd trying to spot the crook of the week Logan had told them about. Max suppressed the urge to glare and pull disgusted faces at all the leers she received from bald aging men, instead smiling ditzily. Why me? Was her only thought. Why are gamblers, ugly overweight men reaching midlife crisis?
Moving through the crowds Alec led her towards the betting booths and she let him guide her, "Hey Thunder is racing today. Too bad I don't have any money on me," he mused mostly to himself. Max stomped onto his foot, hard, getting his attention. So much for her theory about older balding men.
"What?!" he hissed, "You really need anger management classes Max, jeez," he said dryly trying not to limp. Those heels were pointy. Max only smiled at some passing idiot that winked at her and retorted, "If you would stop checking out skanks or seeing who's racing today then maybe we might actually find this guy."
And as soon as those words left her mouth they simultaneously saw him talking to a group of men.
Tudor Olsen was your average rich guy she mused refusing the urge to scrunch up her nose at the Italian Versace suit and over the top golden watch and cufflinks, "Rich assholes never have style. They think if they buy expensive brands and it's all done," Alec sneered, "But someone should tell the guy that a navy suit and a maroon frilly shirt don't go together. Especially when he wears a tie that Kermit the frog must have died for."
Max shook with suppressed laughter at Alec's words and he chuckled along. Taking the small bug out she hid it within her hand as she readied herself to plant it.
Alec's eyes widened and he turned looking her up and down, "Where were you keeping that?"
Max grinned and shrugged, "You wish. Come on soldier boy let's go plant this on him so I can go home and have a bath."
Wordlessly the two, still with their arms around each other, passed behind the man brushing by and Max planted the bug on the inside of his jacket, "Let's go."
Heading towards the exit neither saw the slumped figure of a drunk Normal nursing a glass of bourbon.
****
Sitting on the couch, an opened can of peaches in syrup in one hand and only wearing his infamous blue towel, Alec studied curiously the chipping green paint of his walls. It was amazing how many different shapes, textures and the like one could find in the chips of encrusted color that had once decorated the room.
It was now no more than another piece to his crusty apartment; Brain hadn't really been one for housekeeping but then again neither was Alec.
With speculative eyes he looked around at the scattered objects that littered his apartment and thought once again of why he was sitting at 3am on his couch eating peaches in syrup and watching the paint crumble.
One word. Max.
She had asked him if he wanted to come. Drop by Logan's for 'debriefing' and then head to Crash but god knew he'd had enough debriefing as a kid and he wasn't eager for a whole new batch and with how things were tight now, it was just awkward.
Why did he always have to be the bad guy? Why did Max always use him and then throw him away like a forgotten toy?
One reason. She was a woman. And not just any woman, a transgenic one.
Alec snickered under his breath and shoved another peach slice into his mouth as he imagined the hurt he'd be in if he ever explained his reasoning to Max and Cindy. It was just asking for an ass kicking and as a tag team . . . he didn't even want to think about that.
A resounding thump broke him out of his thoughts and Alec recognized the familiar sound of someone's back, sliding down his door. Holding his towel in place he left his can on the coffee table and swung open his door.
He watched in surprise as a drunk Normal fell backwards into his apartment; an open empty bottle of vodka in one hand.
He rolled his eyes and lifted his intoxicated boss over one shoulder dumping him onto the couch. With the back of his hand he lightly slapped him awake, "Normal? Oy Normal, wake up . . . come on please don't throw up on my couch, it's bad enough as it is," he whined.
The older man groaned, no doubt from a splitting headache, but did nothing more than turn over falling asleep but not before sticking his thumb in his mouth.
Alec watched in amusement as Normal proceeded to make sucking noises and baby gurgles. A yellow piece of paper was clutched in his other hand along with the bottle and Alec knew all too well what it meant, not that he'd ever had one. Normal had gambled and Normal had lost and from the amount of zeros, he'd lost big time.
His fingers automatically danced over the phone dialing a well-known number; he didn't even have to look at the pad.
*********
The phone was ringing. The phone was ringing right next to her on her bedside table. The phone was not shutting up and it continued to ring, right next to her ignoring her whispered threats. Right next to her on the bedside table beside her bed, the bed that she was sleeping in. The bed she was sleeping in at 3am in the morning. Someone was going to die and it wasn't her.
"BOO! PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE BEFORE I COME IN THERE AND START LAYING SMACKDOWNS!" Max groaned at the shouts coming from Cindy in the next room and she blindly reached for the phone.
If it's Logan and one of his missions I swear I'll kill him.
"Ello?" she croaked into the phone and almost choked at the familiar voice chuckling on the other side.
"Well hello sunshine!"
"Alec what are you doing calling at this ungodly hour?"
"You have to see it for yourself," Max didn't miss the covered up concern and worry beneath the sarcastic tone and grudgingly but quickly she got out of bed.
*******
A knock at the door alerted Alec of her arrival. He'd heard her bike long before and her soft steps moving to his door but she was finally here. He didn't even get up to open the door and as he'd guessed she picked the lock in no time.
She marched in ready to demand what the hell was going on but her ranting died on her lips when she spotted him. He was only in a pair of navy blue jeans and Max forced herself not to stare; his gaze was transfixed on a little yellow piece of paper he held in his hand.
She studied his features hoping for a clue on what he was thinking; so deep in her thoughts that she started when she spoke, "Looks like we'll all be looking for jobs Max," he muttered in a soft voice sending a slight shiver through her.
"What are you talking about?" she said scrunching up her nose. She could smell alcohol, had been able to smell it before even setting foot in his apartment but it wasn't coming form Alec.
Her eyes peered over the couch and widened at the huddled from of Normal sucking his thumb. Her expression was priceless and at any other time he would have laughed but he only smirked and turned the piece of paper handing it to her.
A slight pang hit him as he watched realization dawn on her. The only way Normal would be able to pay that amount of money was by selling Jampony and that meant everyone would be out of a job, "This is not good."
"My thoughts exactly. It's a little over what I have saved up otherwise . . . " he let the phrase linger in the air.
Her face shot up and she caught his confused gaze. A thousand watt smile quickly spread over her lips and she began pacing back and forth muttering things like, "We'd have to do it outside of Seattle . . . it's a little steep . . . we could do it though."
"Max . . . MAX!" Alec yelled finally able to grab her attention. She spun round and looked at him expectantly, "What are you mumbling like an idiot about."
Her nostrils flared and she reddened at his remark and he readied himself for the incoming hit but none came, "I'll let that one slide. How many days does Normal have to pay this Alec?"
"Fifteen, not counting today so he has two weeks. Why?" Max smiled again and began pacing.
"We could raise the money. No one would ever know. We can leave tonight, leave a note telling him to wait and not sell JamPony with some story. I don't know what yet but . . . we can steal a car and go through Portland, San Francisco then LA and finally Vegas then fly back to Seattle. It'd be easy money!"
"Whoa Max slow down a minute, are you saying what I think you're saying?" A quick once over at her expression and he slimmed his eyes, "What have you done with the real Max. First you let me touch you without so much as a complaint during the mission. I'm not complaining but I was expecting wrath of hell afterwards. Second are you telling me we're going on a trip? And not just any trip; one with the sole objective of premeditated crime?"
She grinned and shrugged," I could always ask Cece to come with me if you don't want to."
A devilish smirk tugged his lips and he clapped his hands together, "So, what is our cover story?"
"I knew you'd see it my way."
********
Okay so guys what do you think? I'd really like to know so like writers worldwide I ask of you only one thing, enjoy what I write or don't if it isn't your thing and if you're kind enough to leave me a review stating your thoughts I'll love ya forever. 10 reviews and I update . . .