Scotch Flavored Dreams
By LuLina
PG – 13 (for now, probably NC –17 in later chapters)
A/N This is AU, there is still growing paranoia about the transgenic, but FN never happened. Also, Max and Logan have broken up, but no real Logan bashing.
Feedback would be nice. I'll still post even if I don't get any, it'll just take me longer to get motivated to write.
I don't own them, so don't sue me.
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You are more beautiful when you awake, then most are in a lifetime – Verve Pipe
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Alec could tell that she was in the hallway before she even got to the door. He finished pouring the two glass of scotch and waited for Max to walk through his door, like she did every night. He waited, knowing what events would unfold that evening; the same ones as the night before, and the night before that. And probably tomorrow night too… As he took a sip of his drink he leaned back against the counter and thought back to the first night she came over.
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Having finished his last run for the day, Alec walked into Jam Pony, a satisfied grin on his face, looking forward to a night at the bar. The prospect of getting drunk was enough to distract his attention, to the point that he almost didn't notice Original Cindy waving across the room, beckoning him to come over.
"Hey Cindy, what's going o-", he stilled as he looked past Cindy to Max, who was curled in a fetal position on one of the benches. "Is she ok?" he whispered. "What happened to her?"
"Nothing happened to her fool," she whispered back, lightly slapping his shoulder. "She's asleep."
"She's asleep!" Alec whispered as loudly as he dared, not wanting to wake her up. He didn't think she ever slept, especially not in front of so many people.
"I know," Cindy said, noticing the look of shock on his face. "I've know her longer than anyone, and the only time I've ever seen her sleep is when she drifted off in the bath once."
"In a bath, huh," a wicked grin growing on his face, "I wouldn't mind seeing that…" he trailed off as Cindy slapped him on the arm again harder. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?"
"I want you to take her home. My girl hasn't slept in weeks, but I can't just leave her here."
"What do you mean 'she hasn't slept in weeks'? I thought you've never seen her sleep?"
"Nope, but I can hear her pacing all night, tossing and turning in her bed. And I can definitely hear it when she drags her bike out of the apartment to go for a ride."
"Did something happen between her and Logan?" Alec asked looking down.
"Where have you been soldier boy? They called the whole thing of almost a month ago." Alec kept looking down, he already knew this, but if he told Cindy that, then he'd have to explain how he'd found out. He didn't think Cindy would have particularly approved of his following Max to Logan's, then following her back to her place. He stayed out of sight the whole time, he just wanted to be there in case she stopped thinking and got herself into a mess.
"So… how exactly am I suppose to get her home?" he asked looking down at Max again. She looked so fragile and out of place.
"If you carry her, the few blocks to our place, I'll bring your bike when I get done with this last run." Alec nodded, waiting for Cindy to leave before he turned back to Max. She was going to kick his ass when she found out that he had to carry her out of Jam Pony. Well there goes her whole tough girl rep, he thought as he picked her up.
When he lifted her, Max started to stir a little. Afraid to wake her he stilled, waiting for her to settle again. Instead of resuming her former position, she pressed herself against him as much as possible. If she does this the entire way back I might just die. But I'd die happy.
When he got to her apartment he immediately took her over to her bed. Not wanting to let go of her just yet, he sat on the edge lightly tracing the curve of her face with his fingertips. Leaning closer, he buried his face in her hair, breathing deeply. God she smells like… well, Max. Nothing would ever smell as good again in his life.
Pulling back he looked down at her face again, his eyes lingering on her lips. Void of her usually banter, he couldn't believe how peaceful she looked. Reaching forward again, his fingertips where a hair away from her lips, when her heard the lock turn. Pulling away, he looked at her one last time as he placed her gently on her bed.
Heading straight for his kitchen when he got home, he poured him self a glass of scotch and sat on the couch amazed at his own attachment to her. His heart ached for her when Cindy told how she wasn't sleeping. He couldn't help but think that her months of waiting for Logan, her months without normal human touch, had taken a toll on her even if she didn't she realize it. It couldn't have been good for her, but who was he to preach. With the growing transgenic paranoia he hadn't even bothered to try to pick up women at Crash. Especially since the one actually wanted to take home was usually sitting somewhere across the room.
He was startled out of his thoughts as he picked up faint footsteps heading towards his door.