TITLE: When Heroes Fall
PART: 3/?
RATING: R
PAIRING: Max/Alec!!! With slight L/A
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to JC, Fox etc etc etc
AN: This is very loosely based on the Buffy ep. Normal Again which has to be the 2nd or 3rd greatest ep. of all time!!! (The other 2 being Fool 4 Love and Something Blue (guess who's a Spuffy fan lol))
AN2: Sorry 4 the lack of updates! I PROMISE 2 update more frequently now but I'm counting on all of you 2 remind me lol.
AN3: There's implied sex at the beginning of the chapter so if that offends you just skip over it and know it happens. It's really tame stuff but I just thought I'd post a little warning in case anyone's kinda squeamish cause it isn't sweet stuff it's sorta violent.
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Reoccurring drowning effect entrenching my brain
I hope you'll be okay someday
So I can say that you've moved on in the right way
We've seen this and…
We've breathed this and…
We've lived this on our own
This song is a
Poem to myself
It helps me to live
In case of fire
Break the glass
And move on into your own
~Poem~ Taproot~
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Max felt Alec's shoulders tense in her embrace as his tears trailed off. She found herself coming back to reality, hyperaware of the waterlogged condition of her clothes, the pain radiating from her torn feet, and most of all of the entirely too male body pressed against her. She felt the corner of her mouth turn up in the farce of a smile as she realized how easy it was for her to revert to 'Max' and chalk 'Callie' up a creation of Logan's fucked up imagination. It was Max who had always felt an undeniable pull to Alec and it was Max who was in control now. Or maybe this was just X5-452 finally coming to the surface to take what she wanted.
She pulled away as Alec sat back on his haunches keeping his eyes trained on her as if afraid that if he looked away she would disappear again. Max felt the crackle of tension in the air around them and finally brought her gaze up to meet his. There was a brief pause in which brown eyes bore into deep blue before they were drawn together once again. This time lips met in a heated battle, hands clawing at each other in a fight to get closer. Each assuring themselves that the other was real.
Alec tangled one hand in her disheveled hair as he slammed her against the back wall of the alley, Max's short skirt hiked up to her waist as she wrapped her legs around his slim hips. An embrace that had been comforting reassurance had turned into a heated tangle of limbs in a frantic race to verify what was real. Alec's teeth caught Max's bottom lip and she felt the metallic taste of blood flood her mouth. Alec growled low in his throat as Max's nails raked bloody furrows up his back. Max's fingers dropped to tug frantically at the hem of his shirt coaxing it over his head as his tongue flicked along the hollow of her neck. Alec brought his lips smashing back onto hers, his tongue now plundering her mouth, no longer a doubt that this was the Max who's 'funeral' he had attended years before, that this was the Max that had flitted through his dreams since their first meeting, the Max he loved to hate.
Max ran one hand through her friend's familiar blonde hair just to see if it felt how she remembered. Deceptively soft gold locks were wet under her fingers and she felt all uncertainties draining from her as she realized that she was happier, wet, bloody, and half naked in a dirty alley, than she had been for two lonely years. She just wanted her old life back. Logan had taken that from her and there was going to be hell to pay when they got home. But for now revenge was the furthest thing from her mind.
Max's slender fingers fumbled with Alec's jeans eliciting another growl even through the fiery kiss. He broke away briefly his intense eyes asking her silently if she was sure about this. The uncharacteristic voice of reason in this undeniably fucked up series of events. Max's only answer was another bruising kiss.
It was hours before they left the alley both in various states of undress their batter bodies dragging down the rain slick streets. This wasn't the classiest section of town and their appearance was almost the norm so they were able to make the long trek to the car unhampered.
"Christ Max I never had you pegged as a masochist," Alec groaned, as he examined the bleeding scratches decorating his back, his walk more of a limp as he favored a dirty left leg. Max smiled wanly, her busted lip already beginning to swell, blood matting the hair at the back of her head.
"Years of pasta and dancing with Logan can lead to a whole hell of a lot of sexual tension," Max reminded him.
"You mean to tell me you haven't had sex since you left Seattle?" Alec asked, looking pointedly at her short leather skirt and lacey black bra.
"None that benefited me," she responded shooting him a seductive grin, "Humans just don't do it for transgenics." Alec chuckled softly knowing exactly what she meant. That was what Max had always loved with her relationship with Alec, the quick witty banter and she hadn't realized exactly how much she had missed that, him, this, before now.
Alec stopped next to a flashy convertible, the top up, and reached into his pocket for a set of keys.
"This is your car?" Max asked eyeing the expensive interior appreciatively.
Alec gave a short bark of laughter, "Hell no. I'd go much classier if I had this kind of money." He crouched down sliding a metal pick in the lock turning it until it clicked.
He opened the door his wet clothes dripping on the leather seats. He unlocked Max's door and threw it open.
"M'Lady," he drawled a lazy grin on his striking face. Max was unable to suppress the amused smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"What a gentleman," she teased sliding onto the seat with the squeak of leather against leather.
"You're ruining my new car you slut," he said in mock disapproval.
"Oh!" she cried trying to appear apologetic, "I'm so sorry, here let me dry off." She leaned over wringing water from her hair into his lap.
"Ah!" he cried wiping frantically at his wet crotch. "Now you've done it I'll never be able to fix it now, I'll sue you, you goddamn harpy!" Max leaned back in the seat a delighted smile lighting her face as her laughter filled the car.
"Well where to Maxie?" he asked groping beneath the dashboard to hotwire the car, "You wanna go to your apartment or wherever it is you're shacking up now adays?"
"I think we could both use a change of clothes so we could stop there first," she agreed directing him through side roads and to the back door of her apartment complex. She looked briefly to the front entrance before hoisting herself up onto the fire escape and shimmying up to the fourth story where she balanced along a stone ledge until she reached the window to her room. She jimmied the lock until the window popped open gaining her entrance. She shot Alec a happy smile at his position on the ground. She crept silently into the room reveling in the adrenaline rush of her recent acrobatics. She had missed this so much.
Her bare feet padded silently on the carpet, her heightened hearing returning as she ruffled through her closet gabbing several outfits and shoving them in a duffle bag. She slipped off the soaking bra and skirt and yanked on a pair of formfitting jeans and fastened a backless silk shirt before creeping out of the room and into the hall. She saw Gavin seated on the sofa, his head cradled in his hands as he listened to Nadia, a petite girl with blue hair who had taken up permanent residence on their couch. She guessed it was a better place to crash than the street. Nadia tucked a stray lock of blue hair behind her ear as she patted Gavin on the back.
"A Trani!" he wailed, "He had told me to keep her from finding out about them, told me she had been in one of those cults and he didn't want her to revert back to her old ways. I never thought she really was one of THEM. She was so helpless," Max felt a brief stab of pity for her friend but continued silently on her course to his room. This confirmed her suspicions, Logan had called Gavin and told him to keep her sheltered from the news of the transgenics and Gavin had wanted the best for her, wanted her safe. Max began to tear through Gavin's drawers grabbing various articles of clothing that might fit Alec before she threw open the window and dropped four stories to the ground landing unharmed.
Alec's slow mocking clapping emanated from the car as she rose to her feet brushing off the blue silk of the shirt. She flicked off her blonde companion and tossed the bag of clothes to him.
"Gavin's a lot bigger than you so I don't know how well all this is going to fit," she said by way of apology. She caught the way Alec's eyes raked over her outfit and decided not to throw away all of Callie's clothes after all. He pulled a pair of sweats from the bag and quickly stripped off his own soaking jeans.
"Alec!" Max cried averting her eyes, a blush stealing up her cheeks.
Alec laughed and Max felt the blush deepen as she realized how much she loved that sound. So happy and carefree not guarded like so many other men she associated with, when Alec laughed his whole face lit up.
"Come on Maxie you're already personally acquainted with this portion of my anatomy." The way he put the emphasis on the word personally sent a chill shooting through her and Max was glad to see him fully clothed when she looked up.
"Let's go home, she sighed as Alec started the car again.
Alec clicked his tongue agitatedly, running his hand through his still damp hair. "We've got a lot to talk about," he finally said, pulling the car out of the alley and heading back onto the main road.
Max felt icy hand clawing at the back of her throat as silence descended on the car, "What do you mean 'talk about'?" she asked anxiously, "Why can't we go home?"
Alec kept his eyes studiously trained on the road ignoring Max's nervous interrogation.
"Alec," she growled warningly, "What aren't you telling me?"
"Look Max," he snapped, his pleasant demeanor falling away, "now is really not the time to go into this." Max's eyes widened and apprehension knotted her stomach.
"Pull over," she ordered. Alec gave her a warning glare ignoring her order.
Max grabbed the steering wheel and the car swerved to the left, "Pull over!" she shouted.
Alec knocked her hands away and straightened the vehicle, his jaw set in grim determination. It was then that Max's tongue shot out trailing a path down his neck before her teeth latched onto his ear. The car swerved again and this time Alec's recovery time was slowed, "Shit!" he cried narrowly missing a collision with the guardrail.
"Pull over," Max ordered again, this time a seductive whisper, her breath tickling his ear. Alec jerked the car over into the median his breath coming in ragged gasps, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?! You could've gotten us killed!"
Max settled back into her seat a satisfied expression on her face. "Why can't we go home?"
"I think it would be better if you were hammered when you heard this," he suggested reaching to restart the car, "In fact I'd rather tell it when I'm shit-faced."
Max looked at the darkening night sky and nodded. Maybe she didn't want to hear this after all.
It was nearly midnight when Alec pulled into the parking lot of a club and the pair took seats at a table. Alec ordered for them and they sat in silence until their drinks came. Alec knocked back his shot before beginning his explanation. "Seattle has become a ground zero in the war on transgenics," he said, pausing to take another drink. "They've got these… planes… out dusting the city with chemicals. They target something in our genetic makeup and are fatal if inhaled. It's like fucking pesticides Max."
Max sat back in her chair, her drink sitting forgotten on the cracked Formica of the counter. "But you survived," she said weakly.
"Barely. That's why I left. The flights are becoming more frequent, and it was only a matter of time before I was caught. I had the whole fucking city on my ass for a previous indiscretion and I just couldn't hide anymore."
"You stay," Max finally said getting up and heading out into the balmy night. Alec chased after her, catching her shoulder before she could get in the car.
"It's not just me they're after," Alec shouted, pinning her arms at her sides, "Going back there is suicide."
"Oh but I like living on the edge," Max deadpanned. Alec regarded her seriously before he got into the car.
"If you go I'm going with you," he said, resignation in his voice. Max opened her mouth to argue but decided against it. She could use his help and she was growing kind of attached to him.
"So partner, ready to face down the enemy?"
Alec wondered briefly to whom she was referring before replying, "Always."
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TBC!!! It's Winter break so I'll try to update as much as I can!!!!
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