Okay, I have NO CLUE what possessed me to write this. This is NOT a shippery happy story, nothing like anything else I've written. In fact, this is DEPRESSING and BAD, and I am HORRABLY mad at my muse for giving me a story like this to write. Flame, praise, I don't care-- actually, people yelling at me would make me feel better, cause this is REALLY disturbing. I officially HATE myself for writing this but, since it's written, I'll post it. By the way, spoilers are for season one and parts of season two. People who havn't seen the eps here may not get it, but if you have it all makes sense.
Disclaimer: It's not mine. I am so depressed I am not even going to comment on all the normal things I usually do here; if you want an interesting disclaimer, go read a different story.
Max walked into Crash, heading to where she knew Original Cindy, Sketchy, and everyone would be. As Max walked up to the table, a burst of laughter. A blond, face unseen, was clearly retelling a silly story. A blond head Max knew quite well, despite not seeing the owner for months.
"KENDRA!?" Max burst out, exited.
Kendra shot around, wrapping Max in a hug. "Max! Hi! How are you?"
Kendra radiated energy, and as she waved her hand around Max saw a ring glisten on her finger. "Nothin much, but Kendra-" Max grabbed her hand to admire the ring. "What is this?"
Kendra giggled, a girly sound. "Well, I was in the country, and so I was coming back to see you and I stopped on this farm. There was this amazingly hot boy, named Adam, working there. I actually ended up working with him 'cause I stayed there a few weeks. He's really sweet, a bit protective though, and he speaks all these languages!"
Max felt her heart stop. She gagged on the gulp of beer she had just taken, almost spraying the table. Cindy, confused, whacked Max on the back. "Hey, boo, ya aiight? Ya look like ya gonna heave, and Original Cindy don't wanna be anywhere near that."
Max nodded, gasping for air. Even the best of the Manticore soldiers were bad with certain things-- Max dealt badly with shock. Max looked around the table, noticing everyone looking at her, worried. She grinned and waved off their concern, turning to Kendra. "Hey, Kendra, I think I might know him… tall, dirty blond, really buff?"
Kendra replied exitedly, "Yeah! How do you know him?"
Max forced a smile. "Actully, he worked at Jam Pony for a real short time, workin under a alias of Sam-"
Original Cindy's jaw dropped, but Sketchy interrupted. "Sam? Sam-Sam? Our boy Sam, who disapeared on us?"
Kerdra looked around. "What do you mean? Adam's never been to Seattle before, he said so himself."
Max suddenly got a very queasy feeling in her stomach. "What do you mean, before?"
"He came with me, of course." Kendra replied, and Max stood up quickly.
"Kendra, it's been great seeing you, stop by Jam Pony tomorrow, leave a phone number, we'll hook up, okay?" Max grabbed Cindy's arm and pulled her out of the club.
