A/N: Well, It's finals week and I don't want to study. Review.
Pre-"Max is the saviour". Pre-Freak Nation. Pre-Terminal City. Pre-Logan getting reinfected. Pre-Condom hands. Pre-Normal becoming a midwife. Pre- James Cameron insanity... Basiclly, the good old sewer trips.
A clearly annoyed girl paced across the floor of the old apartment. She tossed her long dark hair and sighed. She glanced at her watch once, twice… the second hand went round and round.
"Damnit, Alec, where the hell are you?"
"Right here, Max."
Max spun around. "What the fu—Alec! Why the hell didn't you tell me you were there?"
"Because you looked so deep in thought I didn't want to disturb you."
"Damnit… Why didn't I hear you?"
"10 years of training?"
"Oh, shut up. You say it like it was a gift."
Alec smirked. "Not a gift, Max. A simple statement. I. Had. More. Training. Than. You. I'm simply more advanced in these things."
"Alec, I could kick your ass and you know it."
"Max, what is your fascination with that phrase? "Kick your ass." Don't you know anything more creative? Take a leaf from Original Cindy's book. Tell someone you're gonna put the smackdown on them. Or just come up with your own. Sprinkle some more "I'm gonna bring the pain" or "I'm gonna put you in a world of hurt" in with those "I'm gonna kick your asses". I mean, come on. I could even deal with a few "En guard, vexing fiend! Thou shalt find thee self in bloody hell if thou dost not back off!"" Alec punctuated his remark with a stab at Max with an invisible sword.
Max stared at him. She glanced down at the general point on her midriff where Alec was pretending to have impaled. She looked back up at him. She blinked.
"Riiiiiiight."
So… yeah. There you have it. Review. I could go on, I don't know where though. Review and inspire me. Otherwise, just review.
Oh, by the way, REVIEW!
Pre-"Max is the saviour". Pre-Freak Nation. Pre-Terminal City. Pre-Logan getting reinfected. Pre-Condom hands. Pre-Normal becoming a midwife. Pre- James Cameron insanity... Basiclly, the good old sewer trips.
A clearly annoyed girl paced across the floor of the old apartment. She tossed her long dark hair and sighed. She glanced at her watch once, twice… the second hand went round and round.
"Damnit, Alec, where the hell are you?"
"Right here, Max."
Max spun around. "What the fu—Alec! Why the hell didn't you tell me you were there?"
"Because you looked so deep in thought I didn't want to disturb you."
"Damnit… Why didn't I hear you?"
"10 years of training?"
"Oh, shut up. You say it like it was a gift."
Alec smirked. "Not a gift, Max. A simple statement. I. Had. More. Training. Than. You. I'm simply more advanced in these things."
"Alec, I could kick your ass and you know it."
"Max, what is your fascination with that phrase? "Kick your ass." Don't you know anything more creative? Take a leaf from Original Cindy's book. Tell someone you're gonna put the smackdown on them. Or just come up with your own. Sprinkle some more "I'm gonna bring the pain" or "I'm gonna put you in a world of hurt" in with those "I'm gonna kick your asses". I mean, come on. I could even deal with a few "En guard, vexing fiend! Thou shalt find thee self in bloody hell if thou dost not back off!"" Alec punctuated his remark with a stab at Max with an invisible sword.
Max stared at him. She glanced down at the general point on her midriff where Alec was pretending to have impaled. She looked back up at him. She blinked.
"Riiiiiiight."
So… yeah. There you have it. Review. I could go on, I don't know where though. Review and inspire me. Otherwise, just review.
Oh, by the way, REVIEW!