A/N: I do not own dark angel, or any of the characters. Heck, I don't really own half the clothes in my closet! I mean...err...enjoy the fic.

"Hey Alec," she said seductively, "Wanna...come over?"

He gave her one of his amazing grins, looked into her deep brown eyes and put his arms around her waist. "What else would I be here for?"

"I don't know, a special Jam Pony delivery?"

Walking backward into her house, Max put her keys down and slowly unzipped her tight, black leather jacket, inch by inch, while making sure Alec still held on, never looking away. "Do you want something?" she motioned to the fridge.

"Not to drink," he breathed as he pulled her into a long, romantic kiss.

Max sat up in bed, eyes wide open. Why was she dreaming about Alec? Especially in that way? She was totally in love with Logan. 100%. Right. Right?


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Alec woke up, surprised at what he had just dreamt. They were just friends. That was all. But was that all he wanted? Wait, was he seriously thinking about a girl who was constantly ranting at how big a screw-up he was? No, of course not. But sub-consciously a grin slipped onto his face. Work would be very interesting today.

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Max walked into Jam Pony late, as usual, determined to talk to Original Cindy. But did she really want to tell OC about that crazy dream? She decided against it. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't have, because Alec was talking to OC already.

"There's my boo!" Original Cindy said.

Alec looked up and blushed. "Hey Max."

Something was up. He usually called her Maxie. She decided to hold off her insults for a few minutes.

"Bip bip bip!" a familiar voice yelled. "Max, nice to grace us with your presence, and," Normal checked his old leather watch that agrivated so many Jam Pony workers, "25 minutes late, too."

What could she say; she had some things on her mind. "How kind of you to count."

"Alec," Normal's voice called again, but with a certain excitement. "Can you do a HOT run for me? Sector 9?"

Turning back into his cocky self again, Alec shot Max an innocent grin. "No insults today, Maxie?"

Something in Original's eye said something was up, so she merely replied, "Not yet," before smirking and turning to an amused Cindy to answer her about today's interesting beginning, and subconsciously touching her barcode.

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"Okay boo, spill." She said, hopping onto her friend's bed for the info, "Original Cindy knows somethin's happenin' between you and ya boy."

Max sighed, realizing OC might be the only one who could help her, and started in with the details of the dream that kept repeating itself in the back of her mind.

"Ooh, girl, I gotta hand it to ya, that is one of the better romantic dreams Original Cindy ever heard." The stylish woman said, breaking the long silence between them at the end of her girl's confession.

Laughing, Max continued on, "But OC, what does it mean? You know all this dream analysis stuff. So? Does it mean I got cash rollin' in soon or what?"

"Well, when you dreamin' bout a guy like that, the best guess is that my girl's got a thing for him." She paused, searching her friend's face for a reaction. When she found one, she quickly added, "But OC ain't no psychic, so I guess it could mean other things."

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Alec woke up in the middle of the same nervous dream he had had the night before. Well, nervous was what his face showed, but behind his mask, he couldn't help but admit they were sort of...fun. His brain quickly doing an analysis of the room and the escape routes, although he woke up here almost every morning. Then, he thought out the dream and tried to think of a plan to stop it. The only thing besides knocking himself out (not so pleasurable) was to visit Joshua or Max. He had to confront the enemy. Damn Alec, can't you stop living in Manticore? A certain voice rang out in his head. Well, this'll be interesting. The voice said again as he hopped on his bike and drove off.

A/n 2: I know this was a short one, but if ya like it, please review!