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Okay life was sooo not fair right now. Everything smelt like him. I mean yeah, sure it was his house why shouldn't it smell like him? But this was more than that; it was like he had gone around rubbing himself against everything just to drive my heat addled self mad. That would so be like him too.

I'd fudged the locks on his door and poked around feeling a little degenerate. This was his sanctum after all and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want me rifling through his stuff. I couldn't help my curiosity though and it helped keep my mind off how much I really wished he was here.

Right now.

Naked.

And coated in oil.

But he wasn't here. He hadn't left any food behind when he moved into T.C. either, just crusty pizza boxes and some mostly empty bottles of scotch. I wondered if he had swigged any from the rim and had a crazy impulse to lick them just in case I could taste Alec as well as I could smell him.

Okay Max you have so gone way too far into Ga Ga land. Just sit down and don't touch anything and wait for this bitch to end. I could get through this; I'd gone without food or water for a week before. Heat could last two, three days tops? Piece of cake. I was just going to lie down on his bed and not move till this was over and I could go back to T.C. without disgracing myself by humping anything with a Y chromosome. Or specifically his Y chromosome.

It was weird. Normally I would have expected Alec to have an overtly sexual bed, like, I don't know; a waterbed shaped like a heart with black satin sheets and a mirror on the roof, normally I would have thought of him as a pig for it too. On heat I was mildly disappointed that Alec slept on a normal but comfortable queen on cotton sheets and his roof was decorated with cracks in the plaster only. How sad am I? Obviously really sad because I rolled onto it and drank in his scent like I was sucking down air for the first time. That smell: musky, raw, animal, male. God I needed it all over me.

Alec, gah. Why did my heat have to have such bad taste? I couldn't stand the cocky SOB most of the time but right now I really, really wanted him here.

I squeezed my eyes closed and grabbed the covers hard till my knuckles where white. I wouldn't leave this room. I wouldn't go looking for him. I just wouldn't.

Praying that somehow I would sleep despite my shark DNA I rolled onto my side and curled up into a ball. Maybe when I woke up this would all be over like waking up from a bad dream.

Where the hell was she? None of the regular visitors to the CC like Dix knew where she could be and Dog boy was too enthralled in painting the new crèche/school in headache inducingly bright colours to be of much use.

I searched Max tiny apartment in T.C. above the Command Centre and got nothing. No clues, no messages giving longitude and latitude co-ordinates or maps with giant crosses on them labelled "here be Max". I did think I smelt that smell again though, but it was super faint. It didn't look like she spent very much time here anyway but I felt weird snooping in her things. Okay not weird enough to stop me from looking in her underwear draw. Black lace panties? I hadn't expected the prudish transgenic to wear anything other than utilitarian underwear. Heat prickled through me at the thought of her wearing the oh-so-tiny slip of lace and I have to admit that a lot of the blood that should have been in my brain headed directly south. I couldn't help myself from picturing her wearing them, what they would look like cupping her ass cheek, covering but not obscuring that smooth cream-coffee skin. Down boy.

But seriously; what I would give to see her wearing those. Legitimately of course, I'm not a peeping tom.

Back to the matter at hand Alec, focus. Surely she wasn't visiting Logan after the way those two had split, or hanging out at Original Cindy's? She'd be dreaming if she thought OC's apartment was a safe place to be and I couldn't see her going to Logan's without an armed escort, half a bottle of Mole's 99% proof in her and wearing a full body condom. Seriously after he infected himself with the virus on purpose when he felt her slipping away from him she had finally seen how twisted and sick the relationship had become.

I called both of them just to be sure and got a chilly reception from Logan and a concerned reaction from OC. Okay, another dead end. So she wasn't out making social calls. Next possibility…. Um, no idea. She really could be anywhere.

I sighed and sat down on Max's tiny rickety single bed. How did she sleep on this thing, let alone entertain?Nevermind Alec, It's not your place to think about how your Commanding Officer really, really needs to get laid. Or how you really, really want to be the one to give it to her. Did you really just think that? Number one: she'd kill you. Number two: she'd kill you. Number three: it might be worth it if she wore those panties. Don't think that.

Okay, time to stop being a perve and get out of her bedroom before you find anything else that makes you think about your CO in such an… intimate way.

I thought again about picking her up a cell for next time she skipped out without leaving a note; I already had the perfect thing to trade for it back at my old apartment…

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