Summary- set after love among the ruins. Max and Alec wonder how they can
be happy.
rating- pg- might change
disclaimer- I own none of the characters, If I did, Alec would so be pining over me, not Max.
Pairing- Max/Alec of course
A/N-this is just a piece that I felt running through my mind, and had to write. If I get allot of review asking me to continue, then I will, otherwise, it will just end here. I was just worried that I wouldn't be able to write this after the season finale, because the virus might be cured or something. Alec just never seems to win on that show, so I decided to write it sooner rather then latter. Hope you enjoy ;)
A chance to be happy
Could I be happy with you?
She's looking at the tattoo on her wrist again. Running her fingers nervously over it. "I hate this. I hate not knowing what's going on, and what this means" she's saying. I just lean back. She's been doing this all night.
I wish she would leave. Let me be alone with my thoughts, but then I think no. I can't leave her. I can't let her leave. I have to take care off her. That's what he said any way. Why did Logan have to say that. How dare he. Before yesterday I was fine. She was Max, my friend. A good friend, one of my only real friends, but just a friend. But now, now I can't look at her, but I have to. Was he right? Could she really be happy with me? Just because I'm like her?
No, I can't think like that now. That's not what she needs. Or is it. Damn it. Damn Logan. Damn her. I'm not supposed to feal like this. I'm not supposed to look at Max and think, 'is she thinking about me?' I'm not supposed to feel warmth all through my body whenever I touch her in the slightest way. And Before Logan said that, I didn't. But now, now I can't think of anything but her.
All those things about him letting her go. About her being happy with someone like her. A freak. A genetically engineered freak. That's what we are. But it didn't matter to him. It doesn't matter to me either. "your not listening to me are you" she says angrily kicking my knee.
I wasn't. "Ow" I say rubbing where she kicked. I'm gonna have a bruise there. Her look holds no sympathy. She plops down next to me on the couch, and looks at me. And then she does something so strange. So childish. So un Max like. She sticks her tongue out at me. I can't help but laugh. I grab her hand and look at the tattoo. At least that's what I tell myself. Really I just want to feel her smooth small hand in mine. I run a finger over the marks. "you have no idea what they say?" I ask her again.
"Actually, I know exactly what they say, I just wanted to see if you could figure it out" she said sarcastically. She leans back and sighs. She's sitting close to me now, closer then she ever used to sit. Lately, ever since she told me about Ben, we've been closer. More like friends. Friends, I repeat the word to myself. When she told me about Ben I didn't think, I just wrapped an arm around her, and kissed her head, offering the only comfort I could think of. That had been a friend thing, that was before. If only she hadn't told him that we were together. Maybe I could stop these newly found feelings that were running through me.
But I'll be good to her. Even if it's only as a friend. I'll take care of her now. She thinks she can take care of her self, she can't. And Logan can't take care of her either anymore. Same story gos for Zack. So that just leaves me. And I'll do what ever it takes to make sure she's all right. "you okay?" I ask her, painfully aware that I'm still holding her hand, and that she isn't pulling her hand away.
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Am I okay? he asks. Of course I'm not okay. Logans out of my life for good. I don't have him anymore, and it hurts. It feels like I've been pounded with bricks. Tattoos are covering my body, and I have no idea what they say. The world is turning against me and everyone like me. And he asks if I'm okay. He cares now. I don't know why. What did Logan say to him? Apparently that he needs to take care of me. His face is full of concern right now. His soft features are in one of the few serious expressions that he has. I have want to put a hand on that face, see if his skin is as soft and flawless as it looks.
I don't. That would be wrong. Everything is wrong with Alec. for starters, he's Alec. But here he is, holding my hand, asking me if I'm all right. The thought, on top of everything else, brings me to tears. I guess that answers his question. "I'm fine" I say through sobs. He doesn't believe me. I didn't think he would. 'Don't cry' he had said earlier 'he said I have to take care of you'. Would he take care of me? Is he going to now? Well, I'm crying, let's see.
"Of course you are" he says. He pulls me to him a little. I'm already pretty close to him though, so now half on top of him. I rest my head against his chest. He's taking care of me all right. He's stroking my hair, and whispering how things will be okay. I wish he was right. that things would be okay. Logan told Alec that he let me go, so that I could be happy. Could I be happy with Alec? Could he be happy with me? His mouth must be right by my ear, because I can feel his warm breath on me. He's running his fingers through my hair, and breathing on my ear. Why is he doing this? Why does he suddenly care so much? It was so must easier to be around him when he was just a jerk. things were so much less confusing.
I move my head up so that I am facing him, our lips are just inches apart. If I leaned in just a little it would be a kiss. A kiss with those beautiful full pink lips. He moves a hand to my face, and I reach up a hand and rest it on his cheek. I was right, his skin is just as smooth and flawless as it looks. He kisses my cheek, just barely touching the corner of my mouth with his, and leans his forehead against mine. I sit here, half on his lap, staring into his eyes. they're beautiful, and full of emotion. I can't tell what emotion though. His blue irises sparkle with tints of green, I could stay here forever, looking into these eyes. I reach my other hand up so I am now holding his face, and he does the same to me.
I kiss his forehead, letting my lips linger on the soft smoothness of his skin longer then necessary. could we be happy? It's possible I guess. At least I can touch him, and Right now I want to. I want to feel every inch of his body pressed against every inch of mine. Maybe it's just because everything seems to be falling apart now, and he seems to be there ready to pick up the pieces. Maybe I'll regret this latter, but right now I need him, and there's is no denying that I want him, so I kiss him.
rating- pg- might change
disclaimer- I own none of the characters, If I did, Alec would so be pining over me, not Max.
Pairing- Max/Alec of course
A/N-this is just a piece that I felt running through my mind, and had to write. If I get allot of review asking me to continue, then I will, otherwise, it will just end here. I was just worried that I wouldn't be able to write this after the season finale, because the virus might be cured or something. Alec just never seems to win on that show, so I decided to write it sooner rather then latter. Hope you enjoy ;)
A chance to be happy
Could I be happy with you?
She's looking at the tattoo on her wrist again. Running her fingers nervously over it. "I hate this. I hate not knowing what's going on, and what this means" she's saying. I just lean back. She's been doing this all night.
I wish she would leave. Let me be alone with my thoughts, but then I think no. I can't leave her. I can't let her leave. I have to take care off her. That's what he said any way. Why did Logan have to say that. How dare he. Before yesterday I was fine. She was Max, my friend. A good friend, one of my only real friends, but just a friend. But now, now I can't look at her, but I have to. Was he right? Could she really be happy with me? Just because I'm like her?
No, I can't think like that now. That's not what she needs. Or is it. Damn it. Damn Logan. Damn her. I'm not supposed to feal like this. I'm not supposed to look at Max and think, 'is she thinking about me?' I'm not supposed to feel warmth all through my body whenever I touch her in the slightest way. And Before Logan said that, I didn't. But now, now I can't think of anything but her.
All those things about him letting her go. About her being happy with someone like her. A freak. A genetically engineered freak. That's what we are. But it didn't matter to him. It doesn't matter to me either. "your not listening to me are you" she says angrily kicking my knee.
I wasn't. "Ow" I say rubbing where she kicked. I'm gonna have a bruise there. Her look holds no sympathy. She plops down next to me on the couch, and looks at me. And then she does something so strange. So childish. So un Max like. She sticks her tongue out at me. I can't help but laugh. I grab her hand and look at the tattoo. At least that's what I tell myself. Really I just want to feel her smooth small hand in mine. I run a finger over the marks. "you have no idea what they say?" I ask her again.
"Actually, I know exactly what they say, I just wanted to see if you could figure it out" she said sarcastically. She leans back and sighs. She's sitting close to me now, closer then she ever used to sit. Lately, ever since she told me about Ben, we've been closer. More like friends. Friends, I repeat the word to myself. When she told me about Ben I didn't think, I just wrapped an arm around her, and kissed her head, offering the only comfort I could think of. That had been a friend thing, that was before. If only she hadn't told him that we were together. Maybe I could stop these newly found feelings that were running through me.
But I'll be good to her. Even if it's only as a friend. I'll take care of her now. She thinks she can take care of her self, she can't. And Logan can't take care of her either anymore. Same story gos for Zack. So that just leaves me. And I'll do what ever it takes to make sure she's all right. "you okay?" I ask her, painfully aware that I'm still holding her hand, and that she isn't pulling her hand away.
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Am I okay? he asks. Of course I'm not okay. Logans out of my life for good. I don't have him anymore, and it hurts. It feels like I've been pounded with bricks. Tattoos are covering my body, and I have no idea what they say. The world is turning against me and everyone like me. And he asks if I'm okay. He cares now. I don't know why. What did Logan say to him? Apparently that he needs to take care of me. His face is full of concern right now. His soft features are in one of the few serious expressions that he has. I have want to put a hand on that face, see if his skin is as soft and flawless as it looks.
I don't. That would be wrong. Everything is wrong with Alec. for starters, he's Alec. But here he is, holding my hand, asking me if I'm all right. The thought, on top of everything else, brings me to tears. I guess that answers his question. "I'm fine" I say through sobs. He doesn't believe me. I didn't think he would. 'Don't cry' he had said earlier 'he said I have to take care of you'. Would he take care of me? Is he going to now? Well, I'm crying, let's see.
"Of course you are" he says. He pulls me to him a little. I'm already pretty close to him though, so now half on top of him. I rest my head against his chest. He's taking care of me all right. He's stroking my hair, and whispering how things will be okay. I wish he was right. that things would be okay. Logan told Alec that he let me go, so that I could be happy. Could I be happy with Alec? Could he be happy with me? His mouth must be right by my ear, because I can feel his warm breath on me. He's running his fingers through my hair, and breathing on my ear. Why is he doing this? Why does he suddenly care so much? It was so must easier to be around him when he was just a jerk. things were so much less confusing.
I move my head up so that I am facing him, our lips are just inches apart. If I leaned in just a little it would be a kiss. A kiss with those beautiful full pink lips. He moves a hand to my face, and I reach up a hand and rest it on his cheek. I was right, his skin is just as smooth and flawless as it looks. He kisses my cheek, just barely touching the corner of my mouth with his, and leans his forehead against mine. I sit here, half on his lap, staring into his eyes. they're beautiful, and full of emotion. I can't tell what emotion though. His blue irises sparkle with tints of green, I could stay here forever, looking into these eyes. I reach my other hand up so I am now holding his face, and he does the same to me.
I kiss his forehead, letting my lips linger on the soft smoothness of his skin longer then necessary. could we be happy? It's possible I guess. At least I can touch him, and Right now I want to. I want to feel every inch of his body pressed against every inch of mine. Maybe it's just because everything seems to be falling apart now, and he seems to be there ready to pick up the pieces. Maybe I'll regret this latter, but right now I need him, and there's is no denying that I want him, so I kiss him.
