Who He Is

by Fallain

When Logan and Max gave up on looking for the cure, Max felt herself falling and waiting for someone to catch her. Little did she realize until it was almost too late that Alec had been holding her up the whole time.

3. Smoke On The Water

Chapter 3: Smoke on the Water

"I, there's no quick way to say this Max. I'm just... I still love you." Logan's blue eyes sunk into her own chocolate ones in a kicked puppy expression and she felt her breath catch in her throat, her heartbeat quicken at his sudden declaration.

"Logan..." Her voice quieted from the internal screaming she had been ready to unleash. "We talked about this...we were never really in love."

"No! I don't believe that!" When Max started to shake her head he continued before she had a chance to interrupt him. "I wanted to believe that because everything was so frustrating! You're so gorgeous, and smart, and strong, and independent, and...And everything I've ever wanted in a woman. You were the perfect girl and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you but if I touched you I'd DIE. And I was selfish and wrong to choose life over you..." He toke a step forward towards Max and she toke two steps backwards away from him.

"Logan. Don't do this." She narrowed her eyes at him. "It's not selfish to choose to live. I'd never be able to forgive myself if it was my fault you died. Don't do this."

"I can't not do this Max...I tried. I tried to move on, I tried to get you to move on thinking that it'd be easier if I saw you with someone else, happy without me...but you haven't found anyone else either! That has to be a sign that we're meant to find the cure to this damn virus and be together!" He argued trying to convince the brunette woman in front of him.

"What about Asha?" She asked quietly.

"What about her?" And Max found herself feeling sorry for the girl who so obviously had fallen in love and admired Logan. Logan; who spat out that question with such a harsh tone that clearly said he didn't think anything of her. When Max looked down to avert her eyes from him, he toke a deep breath and kept up his argument.

"Look, Max...I can't do this anymore. I thought I could, but...I -when you called me and said you needed help...you sounded so pained and hurt. I thought you were the one wounded and it almost killed me. I realized that moment that I couldn't live without you. I thought I lost you once...I can't do that again. Please Max...I can't."

She thought over his words...part of her ached to accept Logan's feelings and return them. But when he told her how hurt she sounded on the phone...she knew had been hurting. Not physically. That pain in her voice came from her heart breaking due to fact that she may have realized too late who the man she was truly in love with was; and he laid bleeding in her arms.

She hated hurting Logan; she hated herself for what she knew she had to do right after he had put all his emotions on his sleeve and his heart on the line. But she had finally moved forward. She couldn't take a step backwards. Why did everything just seem to pile onto her shoulders today? Paging Murphy's Law, clean-up on isle 452.

"I'm sorry..." She mumbled quietly. She toke hold of the pole he was holding in front of her and used it to push Logan back against the wall, safely out of her way.

"You're sorry?" He scoffed. "Is that supposed to be your way of rejecting me?"

"I can't get into this with you right now Logan. I have to go make sure Alec is ok." She kept her eyes trained ahead of her, locked on her destination but she could still hear Logan's footsteps behind her.

"Aw Geez Max!" He snapped. "Is Alec all you ever think about? Is...Is HE why you're rejecting me?"

She closed her eyes and refused to say what was running through her mind, screaming yes, that was exactly why. Because Logan had already had his chance and given up on her and Alec hadn't. But she was too scared too say anything. Scared that it would be the dynamite that made Logan explode. Scared that Alec would find out about her feelings for him. What if he didn't feel the same way? He'd never given her any indication that she meant anymore to him than any other female that he wanted to get into the pants of. Or any of the other Jam Pony co-workers that he joked around with day-to-day. So she kept it bottled up inside and told him the only other thing that was on her mind.

"I have. To make sure. He's ok." She growled out through clenched teeth, her anger mounting at Logan's selfish persistence and her hands balling up into fists at her sides.

"What does it matter if you take a few minutes to talk to me? Either he's fine and he's going to stay fine or he's dead and he's going to stay dead! Either way it's not going to matter if you get there now or later!"

Max whirled around on Logan, a venomous fire dancing in her eyes as she almost let her instincts take over and choke him. Sensing the danger he was suddenly in he froze in his steps, staring at Max like a deer in headlights.

"Don't. You. EVER. Say that." It was more than a demand, it was a threat.

Seconds that seemed like forever passed before Max regained control of her body and jerked herself, forcing her legs to continue walking away from him.

She hurried down the dirty halls of the building, the morning sun starting to peek through the cracked and broken windows to the left of her as she made her way to the Medical Ward, where she hoped Alec was still hanging on. Thankfully, Logan finally had the common sense to stand down and he had either stayed where he was or left. Either way he was no longer following her around like a puppy begging for a treat and that was all Max cared about at the moment when it came to Logan Cale.

She silently berated Logan for choosing such a dire time as right now so selfishly proclaim that he was still in love with her. If Alec had slipped away from her life forever while she had been wasting precious moments playing ring-around-the-rosy with Logan she'd beat him to death, she swore she would. If the injuries she inflicted on him didn't kill him, the skin to skin contact her knuckles would make with his face would thanks to the virus.

How dare he. She let a furious tremor run through her body, clenching her fists. How dare he think that Alec might be dead? How dare he think that it didn't matter when she got to him? How could he think that his own romantic feelings meant more than Alec's life? How dare he even tell her he loved her after all everything he'd put her through in the previous months? And even if she did jump all girly at the chance to be with Logan again, big whoop de freakin do. They still couldn't touch. What'd he want from her? A romantic wave? Could you ever wave romantically? Is that what girls called that little finger wiggle they did to guys in the grocery stores? Oh puh-lease.

She felt a little bit bad about the whole situation. Logan had once been closer than a best friend to Max, her only comfort in this world. Her lighthouse. She didn't blame him for giving up. Not one bit, she never had. She cared about him, and always would. She just wanted him to be happy...but she didn't want to be his reason for happiness anymore because he couldn't make her happy in return. Alec was the only one that could do that now. And maybe he had been the only one that could make her happy all along, and she just didn't know it until he sauntered into her life little less than half a year ago and poked and prodded his way past her defenses.

Logan had been her fairy tale prince charming. Noble and valiant, always taking care of her. But Max wasn't the Princess he had been searching for. She was just another girl that he'd mistaken for royalty. A girl that needed to live a real happily-ever-after-live with the annoying neighbor boy that wrestled with her in the woods, treating her like a best friend and an equal rather than something fragile to be locked away in a treasure chest.

But the problem with happily-ever-after stories in the real world was...they usually weren't that happy. At all.

There were few transgenics in the building at this hour. Most of them still lavished in the luxury of being able to sleep in, and most of the X series were outside of the city trying to pass as normal humans with jobs. CeCe and Biggs included were probably just getting to the Jam Pony, and she felt a pang of annoyance at the fact that she'd have to suffer through another one of Normal's rants about her being late and how she should fire her.

Normal. She allowed herself a mental smile. If only he knew Jam Pony had turned into transgenic central right under his nose. He'd shit porcupines for a week. Then again, maybe if he found out his golden boy, Alec the 'Monty Cora', was a transgenic himself he'd change his tune. She couldn't forget that Normal had once fallen so deeply in love with a girl that he'd accepted and gotten over the fact that she had once been a he. And if his vivid gladiator dreams were any indication about how he felt about Alec, she thought that maybe he'd be able to accept him still. Genetic freak or not. Maybe there was hope for Normal in the end when it'd really count.

She found herself outside the doors that had once been white, but were now a dirty graying color with the paint peeling off and the wood rotting underneath. She toke a deep breath and pushed the door open, almost afraid of seeing what was on the other side.

Ripped sheets had been hung in front of the windows to block the glaring light of the sun that was steadily growing higher in the sky. There was a mattress on the floor where Alec was laying and Max let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding as she saw the gentle rise and fall of his chest, much more at ease than back in the car when his breathing had been painfully ragged.

Joshua sat next to the mattress with his back to the wall, a hand on Alec's forehead and his other arm in his lap. A small tube was attached from his arm to Alec's and Max knew without anyone telling her that they were doing the same blood infusion that Joshua had once done for Logan.

She toke a second to truly appreciate Joshua. It was amazing that someone so gentle and caring had come out of Manticore. This was the second time that Joshua had willingly given his own blood without a second thought to help save a friend.

"Hey big fella." She said softly as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

Joshua looked up from where he had been doing the same thing Max had been: watching Alec breathe. There was no surprise on his face, which gave her the impression that he had sensed or smelled her before she had say anything and was just waiting patiently for her to find her own voice.

"Hey little fella."

She crossed the room and sat down on the other side of Alec, grimacing at how pale he still looked, his freckles standing out on his skin while he was laying on the dirty mattress with a dark blue quilt thrown over the lower half of his body. There were thick layers of gauze taped over his side and she was relieved that she couldn't see any blood seeping through the bandages. She put her hand next to Joshua's on Alec's forehead, letting her fingers feel his soft hair and vaguely wondering if Alec would be embarrassed if he knew he was getting this much gentle attention.

"How's the middle fella?" She asked, never taking her eyes off of the mentioned middle fella to their rag-tag three musketeers group. She remembered the day Alec had made a joke about how Joshua and Max always called each other big and little fella and asked if that made him middle fella. It did. The nickname had stuck for him and much as it did for them.

"Middle fella be ok. Joshua gives him blood. Get his strength back." His dog-like lips curled up into a small smile although Max could still hear the whispers of a worried whimper in the back of his throat. Regardless if Joshua knew Alec would be ok, the dog part of him could sense the pain his friend was in and would continue to worry about him until he was back on his feet. Must be the overwhelming loyalty from his dog-genes.

Max nodded her throat too tight to say anything else at the moment and just sat there in silence. The hand that wasn't currently curled in Alec's hair unconsciously moved down to his wrist, to let herself feel the reassuring steady pulse under her fingers. Feeling that blood beating strong through his body was the single greatest feeling she'd felt in months. Hell, it was almost better than sex.

Almost.

When Joshua had given all he could at the moment, he was disconnected from Alec and let himself be lead out of the room to get some food to start re-establishing the blood back into his own system. It left Max alone in the room with Alec and if anyone had any ideas that she should leave, they didn't dare voice them out loud. Something in her eyes, the blunt stubbornness and threat, daring them to suggest such a thing stopped everyone who walked through that door cold in their tracks.

Slowly, less and less people stopped coming by. Some with medical backgrounds to just check on Alec's vitals and stability. Some that was fond of the X5 and just wanted to see with their own eyes that he was ok. And some that annoyed her and were quickly sent back out of the room because they had just wanted to see what had happened out of morbid curiosity.

She resisted the urge to lock the door to stop the assault of unwanted visitors. She just wanted to be left alone with her thoughts. She just wanted Alec to be left alone so he could rest up so he'd be able to open those bright green eyes again. God, she'd never realized she missed the color of someone's eyes so much than when she was unable to see them behind closed eyelids.

Stupid selfish Alec, keeping his pretty eyes to himself. She really wished he'd open them and share them with the world again.

She felt her pager go off and glanced down to see Logan's number. She sighed, realizing that she'd been sitting in this room without moving for over 2 hours. He probably thought that was long enough to wait before continuing the conversation that she really didn't want to have.

She tossed her pager across the room where it skidded across the cracked tile floor until it hit the wall. She wasn't going to let him take her from Alec's side, not after she'd had to fight him to get here in the first place. Sure Logan had Joshua's strong transgenic blood in him now so he could tolerate the toxicity of terminal city if he really wanted to track her down and force the topic back on her. But until he did that - which she knew he would, Logan Cale was one of the most persistent humans she'd ever met - she was going to hide here. Alec's makeshift hospital room had become her sanctuary.

That idea made her feel unreasonably safe. Here, touching Alec, the warm sunlight coming through the sheets that were pretending to be curtains and attempted to send heat into the chilly room. Suddenly much more aware of the room's temperature and Alec's lack of clothing, she pulled the quilt up higher over him, covering his bare chest and tucking it in around the edges. The last thing either of them needed was for Alec to go into another cold-induced seizure. She didn't know if she could take watching that again and she didn't know if his body could handle anything else today.

She left her fingers on the edge of the blanket, curled under and feeling Alec's warm skin underneath. She softly ran her fingers up and across his shoulders, resting in the crook of his neck and let out a contented sigh.

She felt drawn down to Alec, the stressful and exhausting events of the night and lack of sleep over the past few days caught up to her all at once. She let her body slide down next to the mattress, laying her torso on it next to Alec with her hips and legs still on the floor, one arm still curled around his body to caress his neck with her thumb. She let her head rest on his other shoulder and let her eyes slowly drift shut, becoming oblivious to anything but the sound and feel of Alec's beating heart.

Something eased Max out of her slumbering state, calling to her from the edge of unconsciousness. She let a soft mumble escape her lips and turned her head, feeling something soft and warm brush her cheek. Savoring the comforting feeling she got from it, she let her head nuzzle further into it like a kitten. Hell, if her cat DNA was any stronger, she'd be purring by now.

"Is he really that comfortable?"

The voice jerked her out of her peace, shattering her comfort bubble. Her chocolate eyes snapped open as she shot up and twisted herself around to get a look at the person behind her.

Logan.

He leaned in the doorway holding a small black device in his hand, slowly turning it over in his hands with a wistful look on his face.

"I see you, ah...dropped your pager..." He tossed the black object to her with a look on his face that clearly said he knew she hadn't dropped it but he was willing to pretend to spare his own feelings.

Max caught it effortlessly, not even bothering to look at how many times Logan must have paged her before he'd decided to come back up here himself.

"What are you doing here?" There were a million questions she'd wanted to ask like; why couldn't he leave her alone just for one single day, or why he had to pick now to add to the growing pile of emotional distress that had been building up. However, asking why he was here seemed the least offensive and most important at the moment. His prescience in the room felt wrong and made something unknown churn in the pit of the stomach. After all he'd said about Alec, what gave him the right to think he deserved to be in this room with him?

"You weren't answering your pager." He said simply with a shrug.

She let her lips tilt into a small half smile. "I don't answer my pager alot."

"Yea, well..." His eyes wandered around the room, focusing on everywhere but her and the prone figure still lying on the mattress beside her. "I thought maybe something might be wrong."

She gaped at him. Up till now her mind had been too exhausted to be angry but suddenly her brain screamed at her to wake up and remember with full force why she had been so furious the last time she'd seen him, mere hours ago.

"Yea, gee, I wonder if anything is wrong. It couldn't have anything to do with Alec." She let sarcasm and anger take over her tongue as she threw out her words at Logan. "Because I can't possibly be distracted or busy because my- friend...is seriously hurt" She paused and let herself call him a friend, not wanting Logan to be the first person she admitted her feelings about Alec to. "I guess I've just been sitting around just not feeling like rushing to the phone every single time you page me. But whatever you want must be SO important if you felt the need to stalk me all the way here, so go ahead Logan. What do you want now?"

"I'm not stalking you Max, I never left! I've been waiting for you to come back down stairs, trying to give you a minute of space but there's only so long I can stand being ignored or- or forgotten!" His knuckles were turning white from how tightly he was gripping the doorframe to restrain himself from entering the room as his voice rose.

Max looked away, not being able to see the pain she was causing in his eyes. Why couldn't Logan have gone along with what had been HIS plan in the first place and just moved on? Found someone else? She didn't want to ruin their friendship or hurt him like this but there was no way she could turn back on her true feelings now. If only she could figure out how to break it to him without actually breaking him in the process.

"You should have just left..." She almost whispered.

She heard Logan take a few steps into the room as he let out a deep sigh.

"I...I also wanted to make sure he was ok." He sounded almost sad to admit it. "I didn't mean what I said earlier...I just wanted to make you listen to me."

She huffed and crossed her arms across her chest. "Well you got me to listen all right. Super job on that. Next time just hit me with a car or something." It'd be less painful, she thought to herself afterwards.

"Yea, but you didn't hear what I wanted you to. Please Max; just tell me you'll think about what I said."

He had walked around to the foot of the mattress and she averted her gaze from him once again, choosing to stare at a small stain on the blanket instead, letting her fingers absentmindedly pick at the loose threads. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and she felt her body growing defensive at him getting so close to Alec. There goes that cat DNA again. Wonder if Logan would leave if she hissed at him...

"There's nothing to think about Logan..." She closed her eyes but she could feel his emotional anguish anyways, flooding the room like water and leaving her feeling like she was drowning in it. "I'm sorry..."

The silence was thick and suffocating. She was afraid that if she moved even the smallest muscle, breathed too deeply, everything around her would shatter like glass. Please just leave, please don't push this, not right now, I can't take this right now... she thought desperately, wishing for the only time in her life that she was from psi-ops so she could mentally force Logan to leave the room, to drop this subject, to go back to Asha and at least give the poor ordinary girl a chance.

After a few tense moments she finally got her wish as she heard his footsteps start to shuffle away and let out a breath, finally daring to open her eyes again. In the doorway she heard him stop and hesitate.

"I'll come back...try to talk to you later when you're not so upset." He wasn't asking, he stated it as a fact, as a promise, as he left the room. Max lashed her fist out at the wall in anger, feeling the paint crack under her hand.

Go figure damn stubborn Logan would think she'd change her mind later. If anything, her mind would be even more made up to keep away from a relationship with him once she could see Alec's grassy colored eyes looking at her once again.

She looked back down at his closed eyelids and let her fingers drift through his short bangs. She wished she could simply lay back down with him, let herself feel that comforting feeling of his warm skin touching hers again and drift off , letting the world around her melt into nothing but him. But thanks to Logan that spell was broken. She had been so exhausted earlier when she let herself give into his pulling aura but now she was wide awake and the idea of resting seemed impossible. And suddenly; cuddling with an unconscious person who may not have mutual feelings seemed wrong.

Instead, she opted for leaning back against the wall and letting her fingers trace paths from his hair, down his ear to his cheek and then dance down his neck, around his collarbone and shoulders, before returning upwards to the starting point.

He felt like he was floating. But then again, isn't that always what they say being unconscious felt like? He remembered being shot, the flare of pain in his abdomen that got worse and sent spikes of unbearable torture coursing through his body as Max desperately pulled him into the woods.

What happened after that? He struggled to regain his buried memories from his foggy mind. It had been cold. Freezing. The forest was a dark blur around him. His limbs had felt weightless, like they weren't even attached to his body before they completely dropped to the ground, unable to move anymore.

He remembered Max. Of course he remembered Max; he wouldn't have been able to forget her even if the world was exploding around them. She had looked sad. And in his pain-numbed state of mind at the moment, he couldn't figure out why. He knew he was on the ground. When did he get on the ground anyways? He knew they were in danger although his brain wasn't currently putting the pieces together and telling him what they were running from. Why was she with him on the ground instead of getting to safety when they were in danger?

Her beautiful doe-like eyes and auburn hair falling in cascades over her shoulders under the moonlight was the last thing he remembered. Had it been snowing? He couldn't remember, but it had been so cold and he seemed to recall small spots of white in his vision but that could have been from the blood loss.

He remembered the darkness on the edge of his vision, the buzzing in his ears that was a tell-tale sign of him about to pass out and he remembered every inch of her tanned porcelain face perfectly as her round lips moved, whispering words he couldn't hear.

He remembered being glad that she would be the last thing he'd see before he left this world as he vaguely wondered if transgenics could even go to heaven. Wait, was he dying?

But now he felt warm, and as the floating sensation faded away his mind began to pick out several other feelings.

The first was that there was something uncomfortable poking into his leg. He tried to adjust himself but found that his limbs were too heavy to move and quickly gave up after the few seconds of effort started to exhaust him again. The second was that steady, throbbing pain from the bullet wound in his side telling him that he was somehow still alive.

And the third was a slight tickle that kept running up and down his face and neck, as if he was laying in a meadow and the wind was brushing the long grass over his body. But if he could tell from the smells surrounding him, he wasn't anywhere near a meadow. It smelled like Terminal City. He made a small noise in the back of his throat to vocalize disgust for the smell and felt the motion going softly through his hair come to a sudden halt.

"Alec?"

He could hear muffled as if he were underwater but he recognized Max's voice, he'd always recognize Max's voice. He tried to answer her, willing his vocal chords to make sound but nothing came out.

"Alec?"

This time he could hear the worry lacing her voice along with another emotion...what was it? Concern? Hope? He tried harder to answer her but to no avail. He started to feel light-headed again and let his head roll into her touch, wanting her to know he was there before he lost his fight with the darkness consuming his thoughts once again.

The cold, weightless feeling had taken over his body again but he still felt warm inside. Max was here with him and that was all that mattered. That's all that had ever mattered. She was the only reason he stayed in Seattle after the destruction of Manticore even though the city held so many painful memories for him. He'd wanted to build new, happier memories in this city with Max.

Now if only he could wake up so he could tease her about watching him while he slept. Every time he taunted and argued with her, she let her true emotions show and told him exactly how she felt about whichever situation was in front of them instead of throwing him the lies she told everyone else to cover up her feelings. He liked that. He liked knowing the real Max and what she was really thinking even if it ended with him getting his ego bruised. Plus, who could deny how sexy she was when she was angry?

And sometimes if he poked and prodded her enough, she'd slip up, and show him small hints that she didn't hate him as much as she told everyone she did. He was sure she didn't even see them herself. And that was fine with him. He knew she was frustrated over Logan and the whole virus situation and if annoying her meant giving her angers an outlet to vent before she spontaneous combusted from pent up stress; he'd take slap-upside the head any day.

He'd felt partially guilty about the whole thing. At first he'd just had his pride hurt after she quickly refused to 'mate' with him at Manticore. Who the hell did this chick think she was? She was lucky to be paired with him. If anything he should be the one disgusted to have to touch her after she'd been rolling around in who-knows-what in the outside world.

But her fiery personality had gotten to him. She was like an addiction pulling him in and he couldn't help but latch on for the ride. When she had named him she had unknowingly shown him more compassion than he'd ever received from anyone in Manticore, even if she had chosen the name out of spite.

At first he'd thought that getting rid of Logan would get rid of the problem she seemed to have with sleeping with him. No Logan = sex with Max. Right? Apparently not. He'd put up his sarcastic devil-may-care attitude when he'd followed her to the penthouse that night but he could barely mask the guilt he felt inside, after he'd looked into her eyes and seen the pain and despair he was causing her. He was torn. He wanted to continue with the plan, kill Logan, and get him out of the way. But part of him wanted to escape and run back to Manticore, get the cure for her so she could be happy.

And then after all that, she'd gotten so close to getting the cure, and he'd ruined it all. And to think, he hadn't even meant to. Why did his life always seem to end up so backwards? When he wanted Logan to die, he lived. When he wanted to help Max to find the cure, he lost their only chance. How seriously screwed was he?

Looking back on it, now he was glad Joshua hadn't had a bar code. He hadn't had a problem with killing him and taking a chunk of his neck back then, but if his plans had succeeded he'd be missing someone who had grown to be his best friend right now. But when he had looked at Max that night and known it'd be her life or his...he'd chose hers. He'd slammed that knife down in the ground, knowing that it meant he had nothing left but to wait for his timer to go off; signaling his death. How was he supposed to have known that she would have traded her chance for the cure to return the favor of sparing his life by paying that doctor to remove the explosive? Not that he minded, despite the hurtful words she'd thrown at him that night, he was relieved to still be breathing. Fate seemed to have given him a second chance at life. A second chance to be with Max. Maybe he had been looking too far into it, but that night, it seemed like destiny had chosen him over Logan for Max. And who was he to deny his destiny?

And then over the months he'd tried to help her track down the cure. He'd grown closer to her and done everything he could to get her attention, to get her to look at him, even if he ended up with a headache afterwards. He was ok with being her punching bag. After all, punching bags got alot of attention and he practically lived off her attention. She was like a drug to him, his sun, his air and he needed to hear her voice everyday, needed her dark brown eyes to look at him, see him, or it felt like he would die.

When Logan suggested giving up Alec had almost thrown a party. He'd of course suggested throwing a party to cheer Max up, but that had left him with a few bruises on his arms and shoulders from both Max and Original Cindy. He'd still celebrated that night by himself on top of Brain's old apartment with a good, stolen, bottle of whiskey though.

She slowly surrendered. He could see it in the way she held herself, her actions, the tone in her voice and the way the light came back into her eyes that she had started to get over Logan and on with her life. But even though everyday he told himself, 'today's the day', he remained nothing but a friend by her side. Because all she needed right now was a friend, not another complication in love.

But that woman liked him, he knew she did. He just had to wait for her to figure it out for herself.

Maybe when he woke up...

End Chapter 3

Quick question up for debate: In the 2nd season they never hinted or showed Alec needing the pills for the seizures so I assumed they found a way to fix the X5's that had remained at Manticore. But you know Manticore; all their 'fixes' have holes and I doubt the seizures could easily be cured so I came up with the idea that they're only triggered when the body gets too cold. Since low temperatures make the body shiver anyways, it seemed realistic that it'd lower the immunity to it and magnify it. Does anyone know any differently, or does the cause for Alec's seizures seem plausible?