Title: Burning Bridges
Part 1/?
Rating: R
Summary: Someone isn't happy with Max's destruction of Manticore and he's out for revenge. I hate writing summaries I'm horrible at them you'll just have to trust me that the story will be better.
Disclaimer: The characters r not mine. Did you really need 2 be told that? If I was affiliated with the show trust me my writing would be a hell of a lot better lol
Authors Note: My grammar is horrible…. Deal w/it.
Dedication: To Dusty for the multiple reviews of my last story (which has yet to be completed) and Pari106 for her especially long and sweet review (talented newbie ….*blushes bright red*) and to all the Max/Alec shippers who dun get enough fic…. Yet lol
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Forever I can't speak
So many things I'll never learn
You can't cross bridges that you've burned
~Screamer~Good Charlotte~
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Max swished her paintbrush in the large can of black paint sitting beside her and looked at it skeptically. The paint began to drip off the brush and splatter on her jeans but she took no notice. "You know this is an extremely odd color to paint an apartment," she said turning to face Alec who was brushing the paint onto the opposite wall, "really not the color I expected you to pick."
"Oh and what color were you expecting?" Alec asked not pausing in his task.
"Oh I dunno," she sighed, "seeing as it's you in question I would say a nice pink or something like that."
Alec turned to fling some of the paint at her.
"Plus dark colors make a room look small," Max continued ignoring the paint her companion had flung at her, which was now dripping down her cheek.
"Look Martha Stewart this is my room and I choose the color" Alec snapped. Max stuck her tongue out at him but smoothed some of the paint onto the bare wall.
"But why black? It's so…… dark."
"I was going to paint a whatcha call it on one of the walls. Looks best on a black background," he replied.
"It's called a mural," Max informed him, "I had no idea you could paint." Alec just smiled smugly.
"I excelled in art."
"Is there anything you didn't excel in?" Max asked letting the brush drop back into the paint can. Alec flicked some more paint at her. Max sighed in exasperation.
"You know I was trying to be the mature one by ignoring that the first time but since you're so damn persistent…." she said rising slowly to her feet, carrying the paint can with her. She strolled over to him smiling sweetly before dumping the entire can of paint over his head. Alec stood stock still feeling the paint run off his nose. He blinked furiously to keep it from dripping down into his eyes. Max stood in front of him surveying her work. She pinched her lips together in a vain attempt to stifle the laughter, which was welling up inside her.
"Maybe black is your color after all," she said before doubling over loud laughter wracking her body. Alec began to smile and wiped some of the black paint off his face.
"Max, Max, Max," he began, "I am deeply hurt. Don't you think I deserve a hug?" He approached her, arms outstretched. Max stumbled backwards still laughing.
"Sure you go get a shower and then you get your hug."
"But I want it now," he pouted, paint trickling from his hair which was no longer blonde but Midnight Black #213. Max collected herself and made a mad dash for the door only to be intercepted by Alec who had anticipated the move. He swept her up and looked down at her a thoughtful frown marring his handsome face.
"Now this is a once in a lifetime opportunity here," he mused, "I can do anything I damn well want to and it doesn't look like your going to be able to stop me." Max struggled to free herself from his iron grip but failed miserably.
"Anything at all," he continued a smile growing ever more apparent on his face, "but I think I'll just…." He trailed off and shifted Max so that a hand was free before he proceeded to wipe the paint coated hand all over her face. Max squealed and then paused to think about whether she had ever squealed before in her life before struggling free. She rubbed paint out of her eyes and wiped her nose.
"You asshole!" she shouted but her tone was not angry but more playful in nature.
Alec chuckled and pushed her towards the door, "I think you've completed your community service requirement for the next five years or so. You can go get washed up now I'll see you tomorrow." Max paused in the hallway and looked back at Alec, "Do you need somewhere to stay tonight? Cause I mean A. it smells horrible in here and B there doesn't seem to be a bed…. Or much of anything else actually."
"My stuff's at Joshua's place. I can stay there, now go before you make any more of a mess here!" he replied with a smile, "Not that I'm not overjoyed by your o-so-sudden yet charming show of interest in my well-being."
Max shot him a crooked smile and breezed out of the apartment and into the cool night air. She made the five-minute walk to her apartment in silence and crept into the room so as not to wake Original Cindy who had probably been asleep for hours. She slipped into her P.J.'s, which consisted of a black tank top and a pair of boxers she had stolen from Logan. She had also managed to secure a pair of Alec's and even one from Sketchy but Logan's were defiantly the best. Alec's were bright and obnoxious printed with obnoxious quotes and Sketchy's itched like crazy. Amazing how much you could tell about a guy from his boxers. Max made a move to get into bed but stopped when she heard a quiet noise from across the room. She scanned the room carefully but saw no one. She shrugged it off as late night paranoia and once more started to get into bed. This time she was stopped by a pair of strong arms grabbed her. One clapped over her mouth and the other twisting her arms behind her back. She tried to call out to Cindy but her captor just clenched his hand tighter over her lips preventing any sound at all. Max's mind was racing trying to think up a plan on the spur of the moment but a sharp prick on her arm startled her back to reality. Which, she thought, is not exactly a pleasant place to be right now, before she blacked out.
~~~ Should I continue? Or should I just go back to the other story? Review Review Review!!!
It will get better I promise lol
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Part 1/?
Rating: R
Summary: Someone isn't happy with Max's destruction of Manticore and he's out for revenge. I hate writing summaries I'm horrible at them you'll just have to trust me that the story will be better.
Disclaimer: The characters r not mine. Did you really need 2 be told that? If I was affiliated with the show trust me my writing would be a hell of a lot better lol
Authors Note: My grammar is horrible…. Deal w/it.
Dedication: To Dusty for the multiple reviews of my last story (which has yet to be completed) and Pari106 for her especially long and sweet review (talented newbie ….*blushes bright red*) and to all the Max/Alec shippers who dun get enough fic…. Yet lol
~~~
Forever I can't speak
So many things I'll never learn
You can't cross bridges that you've burned
~Screamer~Good Charlotte~
~~~
Max swished her paintbrush in the large can of black paint sitting beside her and looked at it skeptically. The paint began to drip off the brush and splatter on her jeans but she took no notice. "You know this is an extremely odd color to paint an apartment," she said turning to face Alec who was brushing the paint onto the opposite wall, "really not the color I expected you to pick."
"Oh and what color were you expecting?" Alec asked not pausing in his task.
"Oh I dunno," she sighed, "seeing as it's you in question I would say a nice pink or something like that."
Alec turned to fling some of the paint at her.
"Plus dark colors make a room look small," Max continued ignoring the paint her companion had flung at her, which was now dripping down her cheek.
"Look Martha Stewart this is my room and I choose the color" Alec snapped. Max stuck her tongue out at him but smoothed some of the paint onto the bare wall.
"But why black? It's so…… dark."
"I was going to paint a whatcha call it on one of the walls. Looks best on a black background," he replied.
"It's called a mural," Max informed him, "I had no idea you could paint." Alec just smiled smugly.
"I excelled in art."
"Is there anything you didn't excel in?" Max asked letting the brush drop back into the paint can. Alec flicked some more paint at her. Max sighed in exasperation.
"You know I was trying to be the mature one by ignoring that the first time but since you're so damn persistent…." she said rising slowly to her feet, carrying the paint can with her. She strolled over to him smiling sweetly before dumping the entire can of paint over his head. Alec stood stock still feeling the paint run off his nose. He blinked furiously to keep it from dripping down into his eyes. Max stood in front of him surveying her work. She pinched her lips together in a vain attempt to stifle the laughter, which was welling up inside her.
"Maybe black is your color after all," she said before doubling over loud laughter wracking her body. Alec began to smile and wiped some of the black paint off his face.
"Max, Max, Max," he began, "I am deeply hurt. Don't you think I deserve a hug?" He approached her, arms outstretched. Max stumbled backwards still laughing.
"Sure you go get a shower and then you get your hug."
"But I want it now," he pouted, paint trickling from his hair which was no longer blonde but Midnight Black #213. Max collected herself and made a mad dash for the door only to be intercepted by Alec who had anticipated the move. He swept her up and looked down at her a thoughtful frown marring his handsome face.
"Now this is a once in a lifetime opportunity here," he mused, "I can do anything I damn well want to and it doesn't look like your going to be able to stop me." Max struggled to free herself from his iron grip but failed miserably.
"Anything at all," he continued a smile growing ever more apparent on his face, "but I think I'll just…." He trailed off and shifted Max so that a hand was free before he proceeded to wipe the paint coated hand all over her face. Max squealed and then paused to think about whether she had ever squealed before in her life before struggling free. She rubbed paint out of her eyes and wiped her nose.
"You asshole!" she shouted but her tone was not angry but more playful in nature.
Alec chuckled and pushed her towards the door, "I think you've completed your community service requirement for the next five years or so. You can go get washed up now I'll see you tomorrow." Max paused in the hallway and looked back at Alec, "Do you need somewhere to stay tonight? Cause I mean A. it smells horrible in here and B there doesn't seem to be a bed…. Or much of anything else actually."
"My stuff's at Joshua's place. I can stay there, now go before you make any more of a mess here!" he replied with a smile, "Not that I'm not overjoyed by your o-so-sudden yet charming show of interest in my well-being."
Max shot him a crooked smile and breezed out of the apartment and into the cool night air. She made the five-minute walk to her apartment in silence and crept into the room so as not to wake Original Cindy who had probably been asleep for hours. She slipped into her P.J.'s, which consisted of a black tank top and a pair of boxers she had stolen from Logan. She had also managed to secure a pair of Alec's and even one from Sketchy but Logan's were defiantly the best. Alec's were bright and obnoxious printed with obnoxious quotes and Sketchy's itched like crazy. Amazing how much you could tell about a guy from his boxers. Max made a move to get into bed but stopped when she heard a quiet noise from across the room. She scanned the room carefully but saw no one. She shrugged it off as late night paranoia and once more started to get into bed. This time she was stopped by a pair of strong arms grabbed her. One clapped over her mouth and the other twisting her arms behind her back. She tried to call out to Cindy but her captor just clenched his hand tighter over her lips preventing any sound at all. Max's mind was racing trying to think up a plan on the spur of the moment but a sharp prick on her arm startled her back to reality. Which, she thought, is not exactly a pleasant place to be right now, before she blacked out.
~~~ Should I continue? Or should I just go back to the other story? Review Review Review!!!
It will get better I promise lol
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