Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel.
A/N: Second chapter done. The third will be up tomorrow.
Way Past Freaky
Max tossed and turned. Trying to get comfortable. The bed was too lumpy and her clothes scratched her skin in the worst way.
Sighing. She wished she had slept more. She hadn't slept in days and she still felt like she could sleep for hours more. Shark DNA can only take you so far.
She yawned pulling her sore and aching body up. She looked around. She looked around again.
Where was she? It looked suspiciously like Alec's place.
What was she doing in Alec's apartment? Better question. What was she doing in Alec's bed? Wearing Alec's boxers!
She didn't. Did she? She couldn't. Heat wasn't like amnesia. And she hadn't been in heat since Manticore.
"Alec?"
Wait! Wearing Alec's boxers. Something was wrong. Very very wrong!
Max! Wake up! What was wrong with her today?
Springing up from her bed. His bed. She stumbled nearly landing flat on her face. Slowly terror leapt upon her as a horrible terrible idea wriggled into her brain.
Scrambling to his bathroom. In search of a mirror. Past his couch and his kitchen.
It was true. She was Alec. Or in Alec's body.
It's okay Max. It's all a bad dream. A very bad dream.
She patted her...his face. Felt his oh so real hair under his fingers.
Don't panic! Don't panic!! She was panicking.
Suddenly she had an instant and pressing need to go to the washroom.
Don't hyperventilate! Too late.
This was hell! Her own personal hell!
Couldn't she just go back to bed?
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