The Luckiest

A/N: This is a song fic, but done in a rather unconventional way, if I do say so myself. The lyrics are right in the text of the story (the bold italics). Some are thoughts, speech, sometimes even split up into a part of a sentence etc. I'd love to hear your thoughts about this format/story. Is it annoying? Personally, I'm torn. It amused me at the time though. The song is "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds Five. And neither it, nor the characters belong to me. Only my twisted little imagination does.

Summary: Alec is in love. Max thinks he's crazy. Just what is a poor little super soldier to do?

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I don't get many things right the first time. In fact, I am told that a lot. Mostly by her royal bitchyness herself. His Maxie certainly wasn't the type to let you get away with anything. But this, he had to get right. HAD to. It would be very humiliating not to get this right. Ordinaries do it all the time. It shouldn't be hard for him. Sure, it's throwing him off a little now, but It had to be worth it in the end. Right? If only I don't screw up. Again. For a while there he'd been happy with his situation in life but not at this moment. Not now. Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls brought me here. And Alec would have given pretty much anything, to anyone, if he didn't have to be here.

Alec was frustrated. He had been for a week now. It was distracting. In fact, it was so distracting that people were starting to notice. He had recently decided he was going to do something about it. He was going to tell Max that he was in love with her. So, now he was rehearsing. Alec was well-aware of his tendency to go about thing in an… odd way, so he figured this was one thing he needed to get just right. He had already dismissed the 'hey Max, how's Logan? By the way, I'm in love with you' and the 'Max please don't kill me but I love you.' Now he was going for the romantic thing. Girls like romance. Right?

He needed a flowery phrase, full of … whatever the hell flowery phrases were full of. 'And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face?' Lovely? Perhaps his unintentional emotional state had begun to rot his brain. There was nothing 'lovely' about Max. 'Lovely' is delicate, soft, pretty. Max is none of those things. She's hot. Sexy. Passionate. Brash. Sarcastic. Furious. Dangerous. Sometimes she's even ruthless. There is no room for 'lovely' in Max. 'Where was I before the day that I first saw your beautiful face?' Striking? Gorgeous? Whatever. 'Now I see it every day.' Alec swore to his adopted deity of choice. Oh for the love of the Blue Lady, that's lame. Where was I? Manticore. Not exactly high on the romance scale. In fact that's where I was that day Max, the day I tired to make you 'copulate' with me under orders. Nice.

Alec sighed and ran his hand through his hair. This was not something he was good at. Give him a gun and a running target 700m away and he'd be happy. Give him a hand grenade and 10 seconds to escape the blast radius and he'd be dancing. Give him a garrote and an unsuspecting victim and he could go to town, but expecting him to be able to communicate his feelings for a certain fiery brunette was just too much. He'd rather be back in Manticore. But, he thought, I promised myself that I would do this. So I will. Even if I know that nothing good will come of it. And I know that I am a dead man and I am in for one hell of an ass kicking and I am the luckiest Son of a Bitch alive, if I escape this unscathed.