Disclaimer - If they follow me home, can I keep them? er.. Just one, then?
Learning of Alec - Ch 6.
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(Friday)
"Shit." Max swore, with feeling. "Now what?"
"Break through the wall, Max. Otherwise, for all intents and purposes, Alec is gone."
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Max slammed her hand into the wall will all the force her genetically enhanced body could produce.
Obligingly, the wall cracked with a satisfying alacrity.
"Argh. He has got to be the most stubborn, pig headed, annoying..." she raged.
"...Loyal, smart, ... *sexy* male..." Original Cindy finished for her. "Worth all the trouble, I'm thinkin."
"Well, yeah." Max admitted with a frustrated sigh. "But damn it. I've tried joking with him, smacking
him, talking to him... and I get all the right reactions but no substance." She thought back to her day
of trying to get through to him. "It's like beating my head against a cotton wall. No matter how long I
do it, I don't make an impression. And I feel like I'm running out of time."
"Don't you think you're maybe taking this a little too seriously, Boo? I mean, he went
all weird before..." OC waggled her hands vaguely, then shrugged. "He got over that
one pretty quick, all told."
**{'I don't want your pity.' Alec stabbed a finger at her fiercely. 'I want your absence'}**
Max nodded thoughtfully, flopping onto their sofa. "Yeah. But at least that time he was angry,
enough to be fighting back. He wasn't all spooky. This time... I dunno. It's different."
OC tilted her head, taking a sip from the coffee mug held cupped in her hands. "Maybe your boy just
needs some time."
"Maybe." Max didn't sound convinced. She closed her eyes in exasperation. "I don't think so. I think
he decided that this was just too hard."
"Or," OC's smile turned wicked. "Maybe you should just strip off and... get his attention in other
ways."
Max blushed hotly, and OC's eyes widened as she laughed in delight. "So you tried that already, and...?"
"Nothing." OC raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Max corrected herself. "OK, so... something. But not a
breakthrough."
"Jesus. He is one tough oreo to be resisting my boo."
Max shrugged. "I wasn't paying too much attention during... anyway, there might have been something.
Not enough, though."
"All right." Original Cindy nodded decisively. "If sweetness doesn't work, and sex doesn't work, then
there's only one answer."
Max waited in anticipation at the unholy glee in her best friend's voice.
"You gotta go make hot boy mad."
* * * *
(Saturday - Terminal City)
"Oh, yeah, that should be easy." Mole's cigar bobbed as he spoke wryly, punctuating each word. "'Cause, you
know, 494's got such a terrible temper on him."
"I have some ideas of how to get *Alec* pissed off," Max stressed the name pointedly. "I've got that part
covered. I just need you to deal with *your* part of the mission."
"Yeah, yeah. God knows you piss me off easily enough." Mole considered a moment, chewing his cigar absently.
"I think I've got just the ticket for you. And, we should be able to find everything you need. Six of us should be
enough. What's your timeframe?"
"Tommorrow." Max replied firmly. "This 'Alec as Ken doll' routine is getting old *really* fast."
Mole frowned. "Ken doll?"
"Nevermind."
"Look, Max, are you sure you know what you're doing? All accounts are that 494 is not someone you really
wanna mess with." Dix piped up anxiously. Max patted his arm reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Dix. You just get me what I need, and I'll take care of the rest."
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Learning of Alec - Ch 6.
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- infie
RECAP
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(Friday)
"Shit." Max swore, with feeling. "Now what?"
"Break through the wall, Max. Otherwise, for all intents and purposes, Alec is gone."
********
Max slammed her hand into the wall will all the force her genetically enhanced body could produce.
Obligingly, the wall cracked with a satisfying alacrity.
"Argh. He has got to be the most stubborn, pig headed, annoying..." she raged.
"...Loyal, smart, ... *sexy* male..." Original Cindy finished for her. "Worth all the trouble, I'm thinkin."
"Well, yeah." Max admitted with a frustrated sigh. "But damn it. I've tried joking with him, smacking
him, talking to him... and I get all the right reactions but no substance." She thought back to her day
of trying to get through to him. "It's like beating my head against a cotton wall. No matter how long I
do it, I don't make an impression. And I feel like I'm running out of time."
"Don't you think you're maybe taking this a little too seriously, Boo? I mean, he went
all weird before..." OC waggled her hands vaguely, then shrugged. "He got over that
one pretty quick, all told."
**{'I don't want your pity.' Alec stabbed a finger at her fiercely. 'I want your absence'}**
Max nodded thoughtfully, flopping onto their sofa. "Yeah. But at least that time he was angry,
enough to be fighting back. He wasn't all spooky. This time... I dunno. It's different."
OC tilted her head, taking a sip from the coffee mug held cupped in her hands. "Maybe your boy just
needs some time."
"Maybe." Max didn't sound convinced. She closed her eyes in exasperation. "I don't think so. I think
he decided that this was just too hard."
"Or," OC's smile turned wicked. "Maybe you should just strip off and... get his attention in other
ways."
Max blushed hotly, and OC's eyes widened as she laughed in delight. "So you tried that already, and...?"
"Nothing." OC raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Max corrected herself. "OK, so... something. But not a
breakthrough."
"Jesus. He is one tough oreo to be resisting my boo."
Max shrugged. "I wasn't paying too much attention during... anyway, there might have been something.
Not enough, though."
"All right." Original Cindy nodded decisively. "If sweetness doesn't work, and sex doesn't work, then
there's only one answer."
Max waited in anticipation at the unholy glee in her best friend's voice.
"You gotta go make hot boy mad."
* * * *
(Saturday - Terminal City)
"Oh, yeah, that should be easy." Mole's cigar bobbed as he spoke wryly, punctuating each word. "'Cause, you
know, 494's got such a terrible temper on him."
"I have some ideas of how to get *Alec* pissed off," Max stressed the name pointedly. "I've got that part
covered. I just need you to deal with *your* part of the mission."
"Yeah, yeah. God knows you piss me off easily enough." Mole considered a moment, chewing his cigar absently.
"I think I've got just the ticket for you. And, we should be able to find everything you need. Six of us should be
enough. What's your timeframe?"
"Tommorrow." Max replied firmly. "This 'Alec as Ken doll' routine is getting old *really* fast."
Mole frowned. "Ken doll?"
"Nevermind."
"Look, Max, are you sure you know what you're doing? All accounts are that 494 is not someone you really
wanna mess with." Dix piped up anxiously. Max patted his arm reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Dix. You just get me what I need, and I'll take care of the rest."
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