Max stared at him, slowly reaching her hand out to touch him. her hand ran
down the side of his face, then under his chin, tilting his head so that he
was looking straight into her eyes.
"Alec, sometimes we have to do things that normals wouldn't. we have to, to survive." She told him. "It doesn't make us bad. And as for enjoying it," she shrugged. "Its part of our genes. They made us enjoy it, so that we would keep doing it."
"Yeah, well, they succeeded with Ben, then, didn't they?"
"You're not Ben"
"I'm his twin. His clone." Alec sighed. "Sometimes, it feels like, what was wrong with him, it's inside of me too. And any minute, it could come out, like natural instinct."
Max moved her hand slowly behind his neck, tracing his barcode with one finger. "This makes you different from Ben" she told him, increasing the pressure on his neck, pulling him forward towards her. She kissed him lightly. "Come on" she told him, getting out of bed, and grabbing some clothes. Alec rolled onto his side, and watched her, curiously.
"Get up" she told him, throwing his jeans at him. "Let's go"
"Max, what are we doing?" Alec asked for about the fourth time in two minutes. Max shrugged, and led him into a warehouse.
"What is this place?" he asked, looking around, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Who cares?" Max commented, turning towards him.
"Not to sound like a broken record, Max, but are you ever going to tell me what the Hell is going on?"
Max snapped a high roundhouse kick to his head. Alec took a quick step back, and stared at her. "What?" he asked her. "I feel like training." She told him, taking up a fighting stance. "Going to defend yourself?" she threw a punch at him. Alec deflected it, and retaliated with a shot to the ribs. Max gasped, then smiled. "That's more like it" she told him, starting to move faster, two kicks blurring into one. Alec grinned, as he avoided them, letting his mind relax and his instincts take over. He fought faster forgetting everything except the person he was fighting against and the attacks she was throwing at him. Finally, he saw his opening. With a spin sweep, he took her to the ground, moving over her to pin her down. He stared down at her, before lowering his lips to hers. She kissed him back hungrily, pulling him down against her, feeling his body relax. Max flipped them, moving on top of him, and pulling back.
"It's what we were designed to be" she told him, kissing him lightly. "It's okay to enjoy it" she kissed him again, and he arched up against her, trying to press his body fully against hers.
"Yeah, but."
"You stopped, Alec, okay?" she told him. "You wanted to hurt this guy, you obviously could have killed him easily. Yet you didn't. whether you enjoyed hurting him or not, you stopped. That's what makes you different from Ben."
Alec sighed. Could that be true? he had wanted to kill Logan, had wanted to so badly. But then he had pictured the expression on Max's face on finding out what he had done, and he couldn't bear that. So he had stopped. Would he have stopped anyway, if Max hadn't been a factor? He just didn't know.
"Alec, you're not like him." Max repeated. He nodded slowly.
Logan lay on his bed, struggling for breath. Damn Alec. What the hell was his problem anyway? To come after him, in his own house, and beat him up for no reason. Why would he do that? The obvious reason was that he was just plain psychotic. It was a reasonable option. He had always thought that Alec was slightly insane, and had thought that, with his help, Max would figure it out pretty soon also. Max. Now, there was another option. Jealousy on Alec's part? Alec had always had a thing for Max. you would have to be blind not to see that. And now, there had been suggestions that something was going on between the two of them. Nothing serious, of course, Max was simply looking for a distraction. He could understand that. Their own relationship hadn't been easy, and she was looking for something casual, no strings attached. Flirtatious, but nothing more. They had probably kissed once or twice, but that would be the end of it. Max was always the cautious type. But Alec, he would have thought it to be a permanent thing. So, if Max had mentioned spending time with him, Logan, again, Alec would have taken it the wrong way. Well, actually the right way, because on the mission tonight, he had gotten a real sense that their relationship wasn't over. Not by a long shot. And the fact that Alec had specifically said not to tell Max, well surely that meant that Alec thought Logan would be seeing Max very soon. Logan grinned to himself, suddenly finding that the pain in his chest really didn't matter. Max was going to be his again. Soon.
"Hey" Max nudged him. "Paying attention to me?" she had watched him spacing out for a few minutes, and was finding it really frustrating not knowing what was going on inside his mind. Alec grinned up at her, lifting his head to kiss her again. He laughed to himself. Of course wanting to hurt Logan didn't mean he was insane. It was a natural reaction to seeing him. There was just something about the guy that made you want to rip his head off. And jump on the pieces. Insanity is being outside the norm, right? And if everyone felt the same way he did, then what he was feeling was normal.
"What?" Max asked, impatiently. "Nothing" he told her, smiling innocently. "Just sorting some stuff out in my head."
"Would you like to be alone?" she asked him. Alec flipped her over, and pressed his body hard against hers. "No." he told her quietly, lowering his mouth to hers.
it hurt. they were hurting him again. If he gave the wrong response, even thought the wrong thing, they hurt him. he couldn't help it. He knew what answer they wanted, was prepared to give it, just to stop the pain, but as soon as they asked him the question, his mind instinctively gave a different answer. The right answer.
He knew it was right, but the pain hurt. And then there was that light. The white was driving him insane. The whole room was white, and the small light that the man held was reflecting off every surface.
"Tell me about him" the man asked again. He's my hero. The thought rose up in him again. A surge of pain went through him, not as bad as the last time, more like a warning. "He's a traitor" he replied, sighing. And there was no pain.
Dix stared at the computer screen in front of him, glancing down occasionally at a map beside the computer. "I think I have something." He told Mole.
"Yeah, right." Mole commented. "Like that idiot would ever give us anything important. Seriously, is it just me, or does anyone else want to hit him every time you see him"
"Just you" Dix muttered. Then he looked up, and shrugged. "Hey, I was just a tech. We were designed to be non-violent, easy to get along with."
"Okay, fine. Well, think of it this way. If you were in charge of barrack allocation, would you give Logan a nice, warm apartment all to himself, or would you make him sleep in barracks, that had just been fumigated. In the last ten minutes."
Dix seemed to consider this seriously for a minute. When he spoke, his voice was expressionless. 'Well, he has Max's ear, right? So that kind of makes him like a lieutenant. policy would dictate giving him the best accommodation available, definitely in a single room. I hear there's room in the sewer."
Mole grinned, then laughed aloud. "Good call. So, what did info did he give us?"
"Not so much what he gave us, but if we combine all of the files Max liberated, and cross reference it to the video that Alec gave us, there may be a trail here. We may be able to tell where that van went.
"Good" Mole lit a cigar. "I like Tim. I miss him. now that was a kid who understood how to piss Logan off."
"Alec, sometimes we have to do things that normals wouldn't. we have to, to survive." She told him. "It doesn't make us bad. And as for enjoying it," she shrugged. "Its part of our genes. They made us enjoy it, so that we would keep doing it."
"Yeah, well, they succeeded with Ben, then, didn't they?"
"You're not Ben"
"I'm his twin. His clone." Alec sighed. "Sometimes, it feels like, what was wrong with him, it's inside of me too. And any minute, it could come out, like natural instinct."
Max moved her hand slowly behind his neck, tracing his barcode with one finger. "This makes you different from Ben" she told him, increasing the pressure on his neck, pulling him forward towards her. She kissed him lightly. "Come on" she told him, getting out of bed, and grabbing some clothes. Alec rolled onto his side, and watched her, curiously.
"Get up" she told him, throwing his jeans at him. "Let's go"
"Max, what are we doing?" Alec asked for about the fourth time in two minutes. Max shrugged, and led him into a warehouse.
"What is this place?" he asked, looking around, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Who cares?" Max commented, turning towards him.
"Not to sound like a broken record, Max, but are you ever going to tell me what the Hell is going on?"
Max snapped a high roundhouse kick to his head. Alec took a quick step back, and stared at her. "What?" he asked her. "I feel like training." She told him, taking up a fighting stance. "Going to defend yourself?" she threw a punch at him. Alec deflected it, and retaliated with a shot to the ribs. Max gasped, then smiled. "That's more like it" she told him, starting to move faster, two kicks blurring into one. Alec grinned, as he avoided them, letting his mind relax and his instincts take over. He fought faster forgetting everything except the person he was fighting against and the attacks she was throwing at him. Finally, he saw his opening. With a spin sweep, he took her to the ground, moving over her to pin her down. He stared down at her, before lowering his lips to hers. She kissed him back hungrily, pulling him down against her, feeling his body relax. Max flipped them, moving on top of him, and pulling back.
"It's what we were designed to be" she told him, kissing him lightly. "It's okay to enjoy it" she kissed him again, and he arched up against her, trying to press his body fully against hers.
"Yeah, but."
"You stopped, Alec, okay?" she told him. "You wanted to hurt this guy, you obviously could have killed him easily. Yet you didn't. whether you enjoyed hurting him or not, you stopped. That's what makes you different from Ben."
Alec sighed. Could that be true? he had wanted to kill Logan, had wanted to so badly. But then he had pictured the expression on Max's face on finding out what he had done, and he couldn't bear that. So he had stopped. Would he have stopped anyway, if Max hadn't been a factor? He just didn't know.
"Alec, you're not like him." Max repeated. He nodded slowly.
Logan lay on his bed, struggling for breath. Damn Alec. What the hell was his problem anyway? To come after him, in his own house, and beat him up for no reason. Why would he do that? The obvious reason was that he was just plain psychotic. It was a reasonable option. He had always thought that Alec was slightly insane, and had thought that, with his help, Max would figure it out pretty soon also. Max. Now, there was another option. Jealousy on Alec's part? Alec had always had a thing for Max. you would have to be blind not to see that. And now, there had been suggestions that something was going on between the two of them. Nothing serious, of course, Max was simply looking for a distraction. He could understand that. Their own relationship hadn't been easy, and she was looking for something casual, no strings attached. Flirtatious, but nothing more. They had probably kissed once or twice, but that would be the end of it. Max was always the cautious type. But Alec, he would have thought it to be a permanent thing. So, if Max had mentioned spending time with him, Logan, again, Alec would have taken it the wrong way. Well, actually the right way, because on the mission tonight, he had gotten a real sense that their relationship wasn't over. Not by a long shot. And the fact that Alec had specifically said not to tell Max, well surely that meant that Alec thought Logan would be seeing Max very soon. Logan grinned to himself, suddenly finding that the pain in his chest really didn't matter. Max was going to be his again. Soon.
"Hey" Max nudged him. "Paying attention to me?" she had watched him spacing out for a few minutes, and was finding it really frustrating not knowing what was going on inside his mind. Alec grinned up at her, lifting his head to kiss her again. He laughed to himself. Of course wanting to hurt Logan didn't mean he was insane. It was a natural reaction to seeing him. There was just something about the guy that made you want to rip his head off. And jump on the pieces. Insanity is being outside the norm, right? And if everyone felt the same way he did, then what he was feeling was normal.
"What?" Max asked, impatiently. "Nothing" he told her, smiling innocently. "Just sorting some stuff out in my head."
"Would you like to be alone?" she asked him. Alec flipped her over, and pressed his body hard against hers. "No." he told her quietly, lowering his mouth to hers.
it hurt. they were hurting him again. If he gave the wrong response, even thought the wrong thing, they hurt him. he couldn't help it. He knew what answer they wanted, was prepared to give it, just to stop the pain, but as soon as they asked him the question, his mind instinctively gave a different answer. The right answer.
He knew it was right, but the pain hurt. And then there was that light. The white was driving him insane. The whole room was white, and the small light that the man held was reflecting off every surface.
"Tell me about him" the man asked again. He's my hero. The thought rose up in him again. A surge of pain went through him, not as bad as the last time, more like a warning. "He's a traitor" he replied, sighing. And there was no pain.
Dix stared at the computer screen in front of him, glancing down occasionally at a map beside the computer. "I think I have something." He told Mole.
"Yeah, right." Mole commented. "Like that idiot would ever give us anything important. Seriously, is it just me, or does anyone else want to hit him every time you see him"
"Just you" Dix muttered. Then he looked up, and shrugged. "Hey, I was just a tech. We were designed to be non-violent, easy to get along with."
"Okay, fine. Well, think of it this way. If you were in charge of barrack allocation, would you give Logan a nice, warm apartment all to himself, or would you make him sleep in barracks, that had just been fumigated. In the last ten minutes."
Dix seemed to consider this seriously for a minute. When he spoke, his voice was expressionless. 'Well, he has Max's ear, right? So that kind of makes him like a lieutenant. policy would dictate giving him the best accommodation available, definitely in a single room. I hear there's room in the sewer."
Mole grinned, then laughed aloud. "Good call. So, what did info did he give us?"
"Not so much what he gave us, but if we combine all of the files Max liberated, and cross reference it to the video that Alec gave us, there may be a trail here. We may be able to tell where that van went.
"Good" Mole lit a cigar. "I like Tim. I miss him. now that was a kid who understood how to piss Logan off."