I was reading a story and it gave me this idea. I hope it works out... What life would be like if Max got three wishes. Each story is a different story' so don't get confused alright.

I wish I was a normal girl

Max walked into her apartment and flopped onto the couch. The day had completely drained her down and she was TIRED. She flipped on the tv and started channel surfing. She paused to watch the news.

"In the eyes of the Lord, they're not even animals. The individuals that we speck of are manufactured. They're stamped with bar-codes on their necks when they come off the assembly line. And since only God has the power to create life, then we must ask ourselves if they can even be said to be alive. "

The reverend was cut off my eyes only.

"Not alive? Not human? Who are you to sit in judgment, Mr. Caldwell? Have you seen that tape? Did you see the look in his eyes? He was scared, cornered. And despite what people like you have been saying about them, transgenic's aren't different from you and me. They do feel, they do hurt, they are alive..."

Max rolled her eyes and turned off the tv. She was so sick and tired of hearing about those filthy animals. She hopped in bed, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The next morning Max slept in late and was late to work. When she finally walked into work she was greeted by a very pissed off Normal.

"Oh hi, walk into work three hours late. What was it this time, family emergency? You go to the hospital again? Or my favorite from this idiot..." Normal slapped Sketchy's head as he walked by "Detained by the sector police for practicing witchcraft. Care to insult my intelligence?"

Max gave Normal a smirk as she reached out and grabbed a package off his desk. "Slept in" and with that she turned around to leave and almost crashed into Alec on the way out. She looked up at him and gave him a flirtatious smile.

"Oh Hi Alec, I didn't even see you there!" Max blushed. God, she thought he was so cute. Those pecks, well toned arms and lets not forget those beautiful green eyes... to be continued

I wish there was no virus

Max walked into Logan's apartment and made her way to the kitchen. She hopped up onto the counter and watched in amusement as Logan cooked his famous Fettuccine Alfredo. He looked over at Max with a grin.

"Hey you.." He smirked.

"Hey" Max replied. Back in Manticore she was afraid that things might have changed between her and Logan, but she had been wrong. Everything was the exact same.

Max sat down at the table and Logan walked up with a pre-pulse bottle of red wine. Max smiled as he filled their glasses.

"So Max, I wanted to talk to you about this eyes only job I have for you..." Max's smile disappeared but Logan somehow seemed oblivious to it. "Have you ever heard of the Muli-million dollar company called Konami? Well, eyes only believes that Konami has been a cover for trafficking young girls between America and Japan." When did it start bothering Max when Logan talked about himself in a third person. Max was so deep into her thoughts that she didn't even realize Logan was still talking.

"Max! MAX! Are you even listening to me?" Logan asked staring at the dumbfounded Max.

"Yes Logan I am!" She lied pushing her food away and standing up. "Its the same egotistical bullshit you talk about every time I am with you! God Dammit Logan, we are having dinner and you are talking business..." Max took a few steps backwards staring at Logan. "Have a good dinner!"

"Max just wait..." Logan begged trying to chase her but Max was already out the door.

Yea, nothing has changed between her and Logan. He still took her for advantaged and she still let him. He wouldn't even touch her. How ironic was that, the man that was suppose to be head over in love with her wouldn't even hold her hand. All he talked about was work work work!

Max knocked on a door in terminal city. The door opened and Max looked up at the man before her.

"Maxie, you can't keep doing this" the man on the other side of the door smirked at her.

"Shut up and take off your shirt!" Max growled back letting herself into the house. Yeah, Logan still wouldn't touch her. What else is a girl to do?

... to be continued

I wish I hadn't killed Ben

Tuesday was their meeting day. This particular Tuesday Mole blew up and Max ended up having a screaming match with him. Max had been so upset that she stomped out of command, almost running into a man with burning green eyes.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" Max hissed at the man as she walked past him and into her office. Inside her office tho, she was greated with the same green eyes, only this pair had a glint in them.

"Maxie!" The man smirked at her. Max rolled her eyes. Her and Alec had been fighting for a few days now, and this is the first time he's so much as said hello to her.

"How many times do I have to tell you Alec, don't call me that!" Max growled.

"Alec?" The man asked questionably as he sat down on the broke down chair across from Max's desk.

"Yes Alec, the name I gave you... I knew I should have named you Dick!"

"My names not Alec." The man responded to Max. Max placed her hand on her hip.

"Oh yeah, then what is it...? 494?" The man just shook his head.

"No, I'm 493... Ben!" Before Ben could finish his sentence Max leaped at him, embracing him in a hug.

... to be continued

On another note, I'm not too sure if I like this idea. Let me know what you think, cause I'm not all too sure if I like this concept. And I know alot of people wont like the 2nd story, it just kind of seems like Max is out of character. Me, personally, I don't think she is. Remember, shes desperate. And she doesn't hate Alec because he never came between her and the virus. So, non of these stories interact with each other. If anyone has a hard time understanding, just give me a message and I'll see if I can make it more clearer.