Disclaimer: If I had a dime for every Dark Angel character I owned, I'd still be broke SO DONT SUE ME!
Rating: Pg13, for language. Where's the sex?!?! There is none..poo..but just maybe, if ya stick around. *wink wink*
Summary: Logan cheats, Alec picks up the pieces. Can he put them together?
Summery 4 Chapter: Imagine! Manticore had to go and screw Max's life somemore. She ends up running again. I wonder to who?
Pairing: Max/Alec cause if Alec gets with Max, he'll have more screentime!!!
Reviews: Thanks ya'll for the reviews! You asked, so I delivered! Enjoy.
*Note to Readers*: I had to change the title of this chapter from "shiver" because I was quite embarrassed to find out that I had chosen the same title that Hobbes19 did for a chapter in her story with a similar plot to this chapter. What were the odds?!?!


"Damn." She cursed out loud. It was still raining, like it had been for the past three days. The city was flooding all over the place over this unusually lengthy downpour. The scientist blamed the stormy weather on a twisted combination of El Nino, and a fucked up Ozone layer. She leaned looking out her window. Thank God it was the weekend. She didn't think she could stand going to Jam Pony so soon after...She shook the train of thought from her head.

Such a twisted chain of events happened a few nights ago in the rain. Logan had cheated on her. She still winced as if her heart contracted at the thought. She had cried and cried, and cried some more until here tears were spent. She ran a lot too. She ran and fell, and someone unexpected caught her. Her faced flushed with embarrassment. Now that her mind was clear, and she'd had a few days to muse, she felt like a total idiot. She had kissed him. Oh my God, she kissed Alec. That meant she would have to be extra mean to him to make up for it.

"Stoopid, stoopid, stoopid." she murmured as she knocked her forehead on the glass plane.

"How could've I been so-" she was interrupted by an involuntary shudder. A pint of worry crossed her face before she went to the couch to grab a blanket. It was always too cold in the winter, she thought before another tremor struck her, longer this time. OK, now she was worried. Manticore had taken care of the seizures when they had captured her, right? Of course she didn't have any tryptophane on hand, because she wasn't supposed to need need it, until now apparently.

She straightened up and moved the fridge. She cursed again. No milk. Who was she kidding herself? Milk wouldn't cut it. She need tryptophane, and now. Unfortunately to get tryptophane you need money. Her train of thought was severed when a powerful seizure shook her and she collapsed to the floor in pain. There was some kind of gnashing at her stomach. Clutching her midsection he groaned as her eyes watered. When it passed there still remained a slighty gnawing pain. She slowly brought her self up and crawled to her phone.

"Be home, be home."

.::::riiiinnnng:::

"You have reached the number you have dialed-click".

He wasn't home, and she was almost thankful. Logan used to always keep tryptophane on hand for her just in case of an emergency, but she really didn't want to see him right now. She leaned against her wall. Who else could she called? Cindy and Joshua took a much need vacation for the weekend..so that left...Alec! She dialed his number as she felt a steady building of tension in her gut, that would undoubtedly bring a more painful release. Her seizures weren't supposed to hurt like this. Leave it Manticore to make an already crappy problem worse.

:::ringg, ringgg-:::::

"Hello?"

"Alec! Alec, listen to me, I need-click" Her mouth hung open in surprised as she gawked at her phone. Suddenly her lights flickered, then again, and this time they wouldn't turn back on. Shit, power outage. It was probably city wide, from this damn rain. She pressure in her stomach a constant reminder. She need tryptophane now...and she would have to get it.

She stood herself up in the dark, and ever-so-painfully ventured out of her apartment, still wrapped in a blanket of wool. Walking through the dark hallway of her appartment complex, into the black winter night, an expression of pain smeared on her face, she looked like a lost child. Even more so than she really was.

Geesh, De ja' vou. Here she was again, cold, in pain, in the rain, completely soaking wet, depending on Alec to be her savior, and this time there were seizures on top of all that. She was supposed to be stronger than this. God, if Manticore could see her now. Given the fact that the city was blacked out, in the dead of night not many people were out. She was almost glad, because she hated when people felt sorry for her. She must have looked pathetic, less than homeless. Her steps echoed, and her breath materialized. She gave a pained chuckled.

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"Getting kind of old for crank calls aren't we Max?" He said before the lights went black. Damn. He hated blackouts, he thought as his light sensitive eyes adjusted. It was all this rain.

She must've not meant to hang up, he realized. She probably needed his help or something like that, but knowing Max, if it was really important, she would probably come over. He pondered this. That's right. If she needed his help that badly she could just come over and ask personally. He lit some candles and sat on his couch, firm in his resolve not to leave his apartment. His resolve lasted about thirty minutes.

She did sound like she needed his help, and there was the chance that she couldn't get over, especially with the blackout and all. He sighs. That was enough for him. Rolling his eyes at himself, he pulled on his coat and opened his appartment door. He was startled to see Max, standing in the dark hallway before him, wet, and wrapped in some kind of blanket, looking completely pathetic.

"Alec..." she gritted through her teeth.

"What the hell-" He caught her in his arms as it looked like her knees would give. She was holding her stomach in both arms. She was in pain, Alec realized as he lead her inside. Before he got her to the couch she started shaking, gasping as the pressure that had been building released. She wouldn't make it to the couch so he let her lay on the floor in fetal position, in the throws of what looked like unbearable pain.

Kneeling beside her, Alec was terrified. He'd never seen Max like this before, and it scared him half to death. His insides felt lodged in his throat from worry, and he could barely ask what plagued her.

"Max, Max, what's wrong?" He pleaded. He choked down tears.

No response.



*Oooh, cliff hanger! Hehehe. Hope you all liked. This chapter was a bit less poetic than that last two. I didn't want to get caught up in detail and lose the plot you know? Oh, and for all your questions about Max/Logan's fight, and all that other stuff. It'll all be answered in later chapters So Keep Reading! lol Gotta Blaze!*