Max came out on Facebook. Victoria saw it and flipped out. She made sure Max knew she was pissed off. The rest is history... maybe.

Rumors have surrounded Max Caulfield following the death of three students and the incarceration of a beloved photography teacher. No one but Max knows the whole story, which means that no one but Max can give answers to the questions Victoria has. Maybe in time they can both recover from their losses. For now, all they can do is cope. (AU, rating may change)

A short piece based of crazycombine1312 pic "Pricefield Forever" over on deviant art. Chloe takes Max out to a beautiful field one early morning a few months after the events at Arcadia Bay.

Something has been hastily shoved under Max's door. What could it be and who's it from? Part 2 of Taken to New Heights - read TTNH first

Was there ever a way to make things right? Maximum Victory

I never was really good at keeping secrets. Maximum Victory

As time passes, we change, and so do our feelings. Max learns, falls, and gets up again. In trying to put distance from her pain, she rediscovers love.

-"Another dream," Max whispered to herself. These dreams haunted her, taunting her with a life that could have been. They weren't simply visions. It was as if she slipped into a parallel portal of another timeline.- A story of Max struggling between her reality and dreams as she attempts to overcome Chloe's death. Rated M for mature language themes and sexual content.

Chemistry is a subject that Warren knows well, no matter what timeline he's in. That's probably why he ended up tutoring some Vortex Club freak and about the way he ended up in her bed on Christmas Eve.

Max Caulfield Is having some trouble sleeping. So she's sees someone that night to cuddle with.

Maxine and Chloe have the day alone, so what's a young couple to do? Maxine's suggestion leaves Chloe more than excited to spend some time with her girlfriend.

Il n'était pas celui qui avait injecté le produit dans ses veines mais il était tout autant celui qui avait tenu cette foutue seringue que ce gamin Prescott.

There is an abundance, an infinite supply of possible universes that they breathe in. In some of them, they touch. In others, they don't. Neither of them have had time to process this—but then again, neither of them are wasting time. (100 days of caulscott drabble challenge.)

She takes that moment to study the planes of his face—the crinkle of his forehead and his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. He is here, but not here, she finds, his eyes glazed over with whatever is turning through his mind. Three times Warren tries to say "I love you" and one time he does. Rated M for mild sexual content.

When you wake up at—let's say, one in the afternoon—you've normally just overslept after staying up until three in the morning, studying for a chemistry test. You usually wake up in your own bed, too. I guess it's a little different when you've been asleep for three weeks.

What's particularly disconcerting is the absence of that "something"—that one gaping aperture in her memory, usually so full of reason—lingering in the back of her mind. The incident that's to resolve her suspicions and still the blood roaring in her ears. It's supposed to be there. And it is—but at the same time, it's not.

what's the worst thing that could happen? a compilation of one-shots, ft. warren and nathan.

Max is desperately trying to get something from a shelf, but it is obviously to high up for her. Enter Chloe with some teasing

The first time Warren sees Kate at the library, it's four-thirty after school on a Tuesday in November, and she's poring over Voltaire's Candide while swinging her legs under the table.

As Chloe and Max are on their way to living their new life after the disaster at Arcadia Bay, both soon realize the repercussions of their actions.

Going back after the Bay is destroyed to let Chloe die - or not. Max realizes that all along Chloe's death was preventable without a fire alarm or fancy powers. What was needed was bravery. Her powers were meant to get that point across, right? Rated M for heavy reference to death, drugs, and innuendos.

La verdad es que no sé decir la verdad.

Snippets of events taking place somewhere within the time-frame of my other story, Never Too Late, as experienced by Victoria Chase. Most likely cannot stand on its own.

When a new girl starts at Blackwell will sparks fly or will it fail? and will something happen to tear the relationship apart or will it bring it closer then ever?

Le temps est comparable à la fumée qui sort de ton joint. Tu inspires, puis tu expires. L'important, c'est le résultat.