A/N: Just a little something so you guys dont forget me. Not much, but just enough to keep the masses from forgetting who PreciousJax is. If I get lots of reviews, I might be able to get the next part up by the end of the week.

By the way, this is eventually a M/A pairing in a warped sense of the word.


Chance Betrayal

Chapter II:


Assuming one of him most common positions, Alec crossed his arms behind his head, letting the small, self-satisfied smile play across his lips. He didn't know what about trashy blondes who had no taste in clothes or decorating that drew him to them. They were the very bottom of the food chain, posing absolutely no challenge to him mentally at all. The best ones were the one who had the best skill in bed. He could spend fifteen minutes with a girl and decide if he was going to sleep with her that night. As soon as they said something intellectually challenging, they were out, and he moved on.

Tonight's main course, he was calling her Blondie because he couldn't quite place at the moment, had just come out of a relationship with a 'rat fucking cop'. Apparently, after she'd moved into his apartment, her roommate had moved on and gotten a new roommate and had quickly forgotten about her. Now that relationship with cop man was down the tubes, she was left out in the cold with no apartment, no friends, and no life.

Boo-hoo. That had been Alec's first though as he sat next to her at the bar, watching her pathetically try to get drunk. He almost dropped her because she was almost too annoying. He was glad he changed his mind, she had been a pleasant surprise after he'd taken pity on her and let her think her sloppy come on-s worked. Her taste in decorating hadn't been a huge, leaning towards bright pink and feathers in the tiny apartment she was squatting in. What had been surprising was her stamina.

She'd satisfied him with momentary pleasure, but now it was time to go before she woke up and became all clingy. There was nothing worse than a clingy blonde when all you wanted was a shower to erase the stench of normalcy from his skin.

Alec took one last moment of rest before he rose and began to pull on his clothes.




Alec had been awake for hours. Despite that small detail, he'd been laying in bed for hours, eyes closed, his face buried in one of the pillows that came with the tiny apartment he was renting on a weekly basis. It smelled faintly of mothballs and cheap perfume. He tried not to think about anything, really, but he was failing miserably. His thoughts were an endless whirlpool that he had no control over.

'I think I'm going to get steak for dinner. I wonder what happened to those kids? God, the mattresses were better back at Manticore. I wonder if I should get a job? I'm hungry. It rains here a lot. Maybe I'll move to LA. Is there is anyplace to get a good steak around here.'

The inner monologue continued even after he sat up enough to grab the watch he'd invested in off the day before off the cheap metal table that served as a nightstand. Five-eighteen. When he rolled over, the mattress squeaked and springs poked him painfully in the back. He rolled out of bed and stalked naked to the pile of clothes that sat folded neatly in the one chair the room offered. He grabbed a pair of jeans, a dark green sweater, and a pair of boxers and continued into the tiny closet sized room that the landlord so graciously referred to as a bathroom.

When the hot water ran out midway through his rinse and repeat, he swore lightly, and then realizing the irony, he laughed. A month ago, he viewed hot showers as pointless luxury. Now he was so addicted to hot water that the lacking of it in this apartment was grounds to spend his afternoon looking for a new one.