Title: Possible possibilities
Author: Elcee
Pairings: Max/Alec, the only way to go!
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing and if I did, Alec wouldn't be on the show but in my bedroom decidedly naked.ohhhhh, very graphic imagery! YAH!
Author's note: I'm not a big writer but the first fews lines wrote themselves in my head and repeated until I pulled out my hair (there were chunks everywhere and people started to complain about the bad drain blockages.)
Author's note2: Thank you to
-------------------------- Preparing for the inevitable. --------------------------
The central command centre was abuzz with activity through the haze of cigar smoke that appeared to shroud the enter floor area, leaving only the second story free from both the smoke and smell.
But even up there, the figures who stood peering over the sea of bodies underneath them felt as if a haze had clouded their minds. Whilst all stood silently, watching, they all were thinking of the same thing and trying to grasp a new reality.
They weren't a secret anymore.
They weren't hiding anymore.
And despite all that, Max still smiled over the room of transgenics who were now her family. Now, they could try to truly be who they really were without the deceit and lies, the hiding and the worry. Now they could fight not for Manticore and its missions but for a life, which they all wanted and strived for.
She nodded, convincing herself of her thoughts and allowing the smile to remain on her slightly dirty features that had yet to be washed since the Jam Pony attack. That was, until she glanced to her right and spotted a man who should have been long gone from hanging around.
"Alec, what the hell do you think you are doing still hanging around here?" Max spoke out, breaking the silence and moving over to the injured man. Upon reaching his side, she put her hand on her hip and glared at the pale man. "You hang around like a bad smell sometimes Alec. You're a worse smell than bloody Mole's cigars!".
At that, Mole's voice rang out with a laugh behind it "Nice to know someone's a fan!"
Max just rolled her eyes, thinking of all the extra cigar supplies that were going to be needed to keep him happy before turning back to Alec.
Alec's head snapped around, a glare thrown right back at her for her wise cracks as he shifted to grasp his wounded arm "Look who can talk, Miss 'I practically live in the sewers and will soon be growing rat ears'" he shot back at her.
"Alec, don't argue, just go to the ruddy infirmary and get that fixed" Max glanced back down as Mole yelled up at her that the security perimeter cameras were up and running.
Things were coming along nicely all considered. They'd left the flag upon darkness seeping through Terminal city and moved into the central building lots were they'd previously set up command. And finally, after having worked all night to ensure security was working to protect the cities barriers and take inventory of all the supplies, both food stocks and weapon types, things were looking up.
Max snorted to herself and rolled her eyes. Sure, they wouldn't look up-up for a long time but at least things were happening and everyone was involved. And speaking of getting things set up, a room just off of the command had been designated the infirmary with all medical supplies available already down there in the capable hands of Darry, a field medic of the X4 series.
"Alec, just get down there would ya"
Her words broke through Alec's pain induced daze that he'd been drowning in to bring him back to reality. There was only so much pain and action a guy, even a transgenic bloke could manage before he screamed like a banshee, grabbed one of Mole's lit cigars and rammed it straight up his arse. He looked up, his blue eyes staring into her deep brown pair that dared him to argue. And just like normal a smirk rose to his face and a retort to his lips.
"Who died and made you the almighty ruling Manticore home brew queen?"
"And if you don't haul ya arse, you will be the dead Manticore home cooked man and you just know I'm just dying to dress you in drag on your death bed"
His grin widened as the barb was thrown straight back at him without a moments hesitation. It was something special that others may roll there eyes at and ignore as hateful bickering but to them, it was the only thing they did together. They both kicked arse with everyone else. They both ate with all the others. And until they cleaned out some of the nearby apartments, they all slept in the same area.
Alec was about the push some more of her buttons when he felt the pain build to bursting point, his arm lacing with fire and his head about to split with the overwhelming onslaught. He would have fallen to the side and gone straight down the descending stairs to the bottom floor if a strong but small arm hadn't snaked around his waist and held him upright.
"Gotcha" rang in his ears and Max tightened her grip, her hair falling to the side as she bent him back to a standing decision. Her face then appeared in his frame of vision and her smile that had been playful moments before was now much forced.
"Thanks Maxxie" he forced out, trying to smile reassuringly at her but failing miserably.
"Told ya to get patched up but nooooooo, Alec's to superior to listen to little ol' Max" rang back at him as he felt himself being guided back down the steps and towards the makeshift infirmary.
He stared across at her tired form as she dragged his sorry arse through the swarms of people attacking Mole as he tried desperately to defend and keep his privates just that, private as the people reached for the blankets that he stood over like he was defending his only child.
Max's eyes widened as she pushed through the group, making sure that no one hurt Alec anymore as she went, as she felt a hand wander to the wrong place.
"HEY!" she yelped and stepped quickly away as a young red headed mail looked up apologetically "They're called private places for a reason buddy!".
The scared looking young man was quick to move along as Max's glare followed him.
As she turned back, she caught Alec's cocky grin and her eyes darkened with restrained anger "Don't. Start" she ground out and swiftly started to drag him along slightly more roughly than last time.
With his good arm he threw her a mock salute as they continued on "Yes Commander 'will save and protect us all' maam".
As Max deposited Alec on one of the beds that'd been dragged into the make shift infirmary, she could force herself to smile at his joke but looked away, back out into the crowded command and then back to Gem and her baby who had been set up in the infirmary. His comment had struck straight at home although she'd never tell him as he'd only feel bad and she was sure that with a bullet in his arm he already felt poorly.
She was their commander no matter how much she denied it.
She was their saviour despite having never applied for the position.
And she had to protect them all no matter what.
* * * Please please please review and then I'll feel a total motivation for continuing writing cause that's what spurred me onto continue and produce this chapter.
Thanks again, Elcee
Author: Elcee
Pairings: Max/Alec, the only way to go!
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing and if I did, Alec wouldn't be on the show but in my bedroom decidedly naked.ohhhhh, very graphic imagery! YAH!
Author's note: I'm not a big writer but the first fews lines wrote themselves in my head and repeated until I pulled out my hair (there were chunks everywhere and people started to complain about the bad drain blockages.)
Author's note2: Thank you to
-------------------------- Preparing for the inevitable. --------------------------
The central command centre was abuzz with activity through the haze of cigar smoke that appeared to shroud the enter floor area, leaving only the second story free from both the smoke and smell.
But even up there, the figures who stood peering over the sea of bodies underneath them felt as if a haze had clouded their minds. Whilst all stood silently, watching, they all were thinking of the same thing and trying to grasp a new reality.
They weren't a secret anymore.
They weren't hiding anymore.
And despite all that, Max still smiled over the room of transgenics who were now her family. Now, they could try to truly be who they really were without the deceit and lies, the hiding and the worry. Now they could fight not for Manticore and its missions but for a life, which they all wanted and strived for.
She nodded, convincing herself of her thoughts and allowing the smile to remain on her slightly dirty features that had yet to be washed since the Jam Pony attack. That was, until she glanced to her right and spotted a man who should have been long gone from hanging around.
"Alec, what the hell do you think you are doing still hanging around here?" Max spoke out, breaking the silence and moving over to the injured man. Upon reaching his side, she put her hand on her hip and glared at the pale man. "You hang around like a bad smell sometimes Alec. You're a worse smell than bloody Mole's cigars!".
At that, Mole's voice rang out with a laugh behind it "Nice to know someone's a fan!"
Max just rolled her eyes, thinking of all the extra cigar supplies that were going to be needed to keep him happy before turning back to Alec.
Alec's head snapped around, a glare thrown right back at her for her wise cracks as he shifted to grasp his wounded arm "Look who can talk, Miss 'I practically live in the sewers and will soon be growing rat ears'" he shot back at her.
"Alec, don't argue, just go to the ruddy infirmary and get that fixed" Max glanced back down as Mole yelled up at her that the security perimeter cameras were up and running.
Things were coming along nicely all considered. They'd left the flag upon darkness seeping through Terminal city and moved into the central building lots were they'd previously set up command. And finally, after having worked all night to ensure security was working to protect the cities barriers and take inventory of all the supplies, both food stocks and weapon types, things were looking up.
Max snorted to herself and rolled her eyes. Sure, they wouldn't look up-up for a long time but at least things were happening and everyone was involved. And speaking of getting things set up, a room just off of the command had been designated the infirmary with all medical supplies available already down there in the capable hands of Darry, a field medic of the X4 series.
"Alec, just get down there would ya"
Her words broke through Alec's pain induced daze that he'd been drowning in to bring him back to reality. There was only so much pain and action a guy, even a transgenic bloke could manage before he screamed like a banshee, grabbed one of Mole's lit cigars and rammed it straight up his arse. He looked up, his blue eyes staring into her deep brown pair that dared him to argue. And just like normal a smirk rose to his face and a retort to his lips.
"Who died and made you the almighty ruling Manticore home brew queen?"
"And if you don't haul ya arse, you will be the dead Manticore home cooked man and you just know I'm just dying to dress you in drag on your death bed"
His grin widened as the barb was thrown straight back at him without a moments hesitation. It was something special that others may roll there eyes at and ignore as hateful bickering but to them, it was the only thing they did together. They both kicked arse with everyone else. They both ate with all the others. And until they cleaned out some of the nearby apartments, they all slept in the same area.
Alec was about the push some more of her buttons when he felt the pain build to bursting point, his arm lacing with fire and his head about to split with the overwhelming onslaught. He would have fallen to the side and gone straight down the descending stairs to the bottom floor if a strong but small arm hadn't snaked around his waist and held him upright.
"Gotcha" rang in his ears and Max tightened her grip, her hair falling to the side as she bent him back to a standing decision. Her face then appeared in his frame of vision and her smile that had been playful moments before was now much forced.
"Thanks Maxxie" he forced out, trying to smile reassuringly at her but failing miserably.
"Told ya to get patched up but nooooooo, Alec's to superior to listen to little ol' Max" rang back at him as he felt himself being guided back down the steps and towards the makeshift infirmary.
He stared across at her tired form as she dragged his sorry arse through the swarms of people attacking Mole as he tried desperately to defend and keep his privates just that, private as the people reached for the blankets that he stood over like he was defending his only child.
Max's eyes widened as she pushed through the group, making sure that no one hurt Alec anymore as she went, as she felt a hand wander to the wrong place.
"HEY!" she yelped and stepped quickly away as a young red headed mail looked up apologetically "They're called private places for a reason buddy!".
The scared looking young man was quick to move along as Max's glare followed him.
As she turned back, she caught Alec's cocky grin and her eyes darkened with restrained anger "Don't. Start" she ground out and swiftly started to drag him along slightly more roughly than last time.
With his good arm he threw her a mock salute as they continued on "Yes Commander 'will save and protect us all' maam".
As Max deposited Alec on one of the beds that'd been dragged into the make shift infirmary, she could force herself to smile at his joke but looked away, back out into the crowded command and then back to Gem and her baby who had been set up in the infirmary. His comment had struck straight at home although she'd never tell him as he'd only feel bad and she was sure that with a bullet in his arm he already felt poorly.
She was their commander no matter how much she denied it.
She was their saviour despite having never applied for the position.
And she had to protect them all no matter what.
* * * Please please please review and then I'll feel a total motivation for continuing writing cause that's what spurred me onto continue and produce this chapter.
Thanks again, Elcee