AN: You are officially a Level Extreme Jensen Ackles fangirl if you know where the idea for this comes from. :D

Takes place before/during and after "Hello, Goodbye".

Phalange Phun

"Max! Hey Max!" Alec's annoyingly cheerful voice reached Max's Transgenic hearing over the omnipresent din of the Jam Pony Bike Messenger Service headquarters.

Max groaned and turned to face him. "What?" She scowled, putting her hand on her hip for emphasis.

Alec grinned. "Sketchy taught me a new trick," he said, looking excited.

Max's right eyebrow was the only part of her body that moved. It arched up. "Does it look like I care?"

Alec ignored the question and held out his hand, forefinger extended. "Pull my finger," he beamed.

Rolling her eyes—'Blue Lady, why me?'—Max turned away and slammed her locker shut, narrowly missing the proffered appendage (should've crushed the damn thing). "Take your finger and go bug someone else for a change, or you'll be missing body parts tomorrow," she growled. "And it won't be just your finger."

Alec smirked. "Fine. I know plenty of fine women who can appreciate my skills with this gorgeous and talented finger." He wriggled it to demonstrate.

Max made a face and stalked off without a word, a seething cloud of annoyance.

Alec's boyish expression slipped from his face and his hand fell limply to his side. "What's up with her? It was only a joke. Yeesh." He pouted like a model in a photo shoot.

Original Cindy put a perfectly manicured hand on the dejected Transgenic's shoulder. "She's jus' havin' a bad day," she said. "Besides, Pretty Boy, that gag done been around for years. Ain't nobody tell you?"

Alec shrugged. Not like he's been out long enough to know. He cocked a brow. "So Max having Logan troubles again?" he asked warily.

"Maybe," OC said mysteriously. "Not like you men could ever understand."

"Hm." Alec contemplated the perplexity of the female mind. He shook his head. Women.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw OC pick up her bag to leave. He perked up. "Hey OC?" Alec asked, twinkle back in his eye.

"Yeah, boo?"

"Pull my finger."

The sound of a smack rivaling one of Max's was lost in the din of Jam Pony.

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A couple days later, after the Ben-Alec mix-up fiasco:

Max was attacked by 160 pounds of pure Transgenic muscle when she entered Joshua's house, nearly making her drop the paper bags she was holding.

"Max," Alec whispered, looking very desperate and quite disheveled. "Tell me the coast is clear and I can get the hell out of here. Please. I am going crazy, completely batshit nuts," he pleaded, clutching at her.

Max shook him off and looked at him in confusion. Sure, she knew he'd probably get bored, hiding from the cops and White out here, but he was with Joshua. Everyone knew they were all buddy-buddy, so what was the problem?

She frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded in her normal talking-to-Alec annoyed voice.

"Shhhh," said Alec, looking back over his shoulder in alarm. "He'll hear you." He winced when Joshua's head popped out from behind the door, paint-splattered and appearing perfectly happy and normal.

"Little Fella!" He lumbered out into the room, huge grin on his canine face. "Look what Alec showed me!" A huge blue-red-yellow-white-dyed hand was shoved under Max's nose.

"Pull my finger!"

Alec groaned and collapsed back onto the couch, sending up a puff of dust in Max's laughing face.

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AN: Tee-hee, I'm an idiot. I also have no idea why I always paint Max in such a bad light. I actually liked her in the series, so what's up with that, right? I guess it's because her smacking Alec around is so delightful. Hurt!Alec is always fun to read and write. I'm twisted.

So that makes me a twisted idiot. Lovely. ;D