Spoilers: This is the third in my series of stories. The first
was Shattered Trusts and Whispered Confessions. The second,
which I only just finished, is Remembering to Forget. This
series is set after Hello Goodbye but does reveal spoilers from
the rest of the season, as I incorporate it into the story.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
Seattle; Max and Alec's Apartment; September 23rd 2022
1000 hours
Alec woke up with the sun shining brightly on his face, he stretched lazily, amazed that he hadn't woken up sooner. He sat up quickly as he felt pain shoot throughout his right side. He let out a quiet hiss as he rubbed the pulled area, the source of his hurt,
"Ow."
Max shot her head up from where it had been buried in her arms on their bed. She moved out of the chair next to it, looking at him,
"How are you feeling? All healed?"
"Yep."
"So you're okay now?"
"Always."
Her eyes fell to his hands, grasping the spot where the blade had been yesterday,
"Just let me have a look at it, see if it's completely restored."
"It's fine, there's no need."
"Well then just let me put my mind at ease."
Max sat down next to him on the bed. Alec swatted her hands away impatiently,
"I said, there's no need."
"Yeah well I said let me look at it. And I mean it."
"I'm fine."
"Alec..."
She removed his hands annoyed, lifting his shirt up to assess the damage,
"Alec, why didn't you tell me it had started to bleed again?"
"Didn't realise."
"Oh god, this is really bad."
"What am I supposed to say? Okay, this is god, take your hands off me, I am immortal, I need no mere mortal poking her fingers in my body."
"Be serious."
"I was."
"Alec, the only thing being sarcastic is going to get you is my mere mortal fingers sticking into this hole in the side of your body."
"You finger me, I finger you."
She gave him a revolted look and he chuckled, stopping as he felt more pain ebb into his body,
"Okay, laughing hurts me."
"Here, let me look at it."
She removed the bloodstained dressing and eyed him critically. Alec squirmed, feeling like a bug under a microscope.
"It might need stiches."
"Better crack out your sewing kit."
"Really, can you just shut up for a minute? This is serious and all you can do is babble about crap, trying to be funny."
He leaned back, resting on the headboard of the bed as he felt Max's fingers probe expertly at his wound.
"You know this is really deep."
"Really? When the blade appeared from the other end of my body, I just figured it was like one of those magic illusions."
Alec opened his eyes as she finished re-dressing him,
"All done. No stiches needed."
"Wow, am I a brand new soldier now?"
"Not quite. But you'll live."
He glanced over at her face, her eyes dark with bags underneath,
"At least another day."
Max frowned at him, hitting his shoulder hard.
"Ow."
"You deserved that."
"What for?"
"For being a smart aleck."
"But that's why you love me."
"Fine then, for making me worry about you."
"Oh sorry Max. I shouldn't have fallen into your fist from my spot on the table, then clumsily stacked it onto Normal's fucking letter opener. Please tell me you threw it away."
"No need, he bawled his eyes out when he saw that was what had hurt you. Then he insisted on driving you to the hospital. I told him I would take care of you as long as he got rid of it. He was only too happy to comply."
"Wow thanks Max, a gold star for you."
"Why are you so angry at me?
"You stabbed me!"
"Not really. And not intentionally."
"Fine. Whatever."
"Don't get all angry at me, all we ever do is fight and I really cant be bothered."
Green eyed met chocolate and Alec softened, smiling faintly at her,
"Okay."
She gave him a suspicious look,
"Okay? Really? Just okay, no smart-ass comment?"
"I've lost too much blood to be witty."
He slid down to lying position and weakly patted the space next to him. Max climbed onto the bed, snuggling into his good side. She rested her head in the crook of his neck,
"Don't ever make me worry again."
"You got a deal if you never stab me again."
"Alec! I didn't..."
He leaned his face over, silencing her with a kiss. Her eyebrows rose in surprise at the unanticipated gesture and she grasped his neck with one hand, pulling him to her. Alec fisted his hand tightly in her hair, smiling into her mouth as their tongues competed and complimented one another. Max pulled back hesitantly,
"Are you okay to...I mean, you're still hurt?"
"Well we'll just have to let you run the show then. Think you can handle your mission soldier?"
"Yes sir."
She saluted him, before rolling him on top of her, giving special regard to his injury. Alec looked her deeply in the eye, smirking almost as she pulled him to her once more.
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Alec rolled over, looking at Max as she slept. He knew that she was in need of a good amount of sleep; scrap the 2 to 3 hours a night she had been getting before. And after the past few hours' activities, he wasn't surprised she was worn out. He sighed, kissing her forehead affectionately.
Her face broke into a smile as she reached for him still asleep. He let her hold onto him, her nails scratching lightly into his back, her hair tickling his face. He kissed her again, resting his own forehead against hers, while his eyes stared at her face. Alec's face fell slightly as she rolled over the other way, her back now facing him. He sighed, he was in need of a shower and some food, he would let her sleep.
Creeping silently so she wouldn't stir, he made his way from the bed to the door, stopping momentarily to grab some clean clothes. He beamed at her from the doorway, relishing in the peaceful sight. Sighing, he turned to leave her to sleep, stopping as he looked back over his shoulder,
"I love you Max."
She let out a snuffling sound and he turned back, disappointed with his inability to confess his feelings when she was awake. Saying it when she wasn't able to hear him, consciously hear him, didn't count, as far as she knew he didn't care about her. Just like when she had expressed how she felt that day in the rain. He was going to lose her if he didn't tell her. But secretly he wondered if he did, would she still stay?
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
I think the hardest thing about writing this is that I have trouble with Max. I mean I get why she can be a bitch, but then when I try to make her nice, like the way she would be with Logan, it just doesn't work, it sounds soppy and unrealistic. But then I think I am slowly getting it, if I stick with it, hopefully it will work. Tell me what you think of the story so far!
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine except for some minors. The ideas are pretty much mine though but I just want to say thanks to those who have reviewed my previous works, it keeps me writing!
Authors Note: If you really want to understand this story and enjoy it, then be sure to read the original parts one and two.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
Seattle; Max and Alec's Apartment; September 23rd 2022
1000 hours
Alec woke up with the sun shining brightly on his face, he stretched lazily, amazed that he hadn't woken up sooner. He sat up quickly as he felt pain shoot throughout his right side. He let out a quiet hiss as he rubbed the pulled area, the source of his hurt,
"Ow."
Max shot her head up from where it had been buried in her arms on their bed. She moved out of the chair next to it, looking at him,
"How are you feeling? All healed?"
"Yep."
"So you're okay now?"
"Always."
Her eyes fell to his hands, grasping the spot where the blade had been yesterday,
"Just let me have a look at it, see if it's completely restored."
"It's fine, there's no need."
"Well then just let me put my mind at ease."
Max sat down next to him on the bed. Alec swatted her hands away impatiently,
"I said, there's no need."
"Yeah well I said let me look at it. And I mean it."
"I'm fine."
"Alec..."
She removed his hands annoyed, lifting his shirt up to assess the damage,
"Alec, why didn't you tell me it had started to bleed again?"
"Didn't realise."
"Oh god, this is really bad."
"What am I supposed to say? Okay, this is god, take your hands off me, I am immortal, I need no mere mortal poking her fingers in my body."
"Be serious."
"I was."
"Alec, the only thing being sarcastic is going to get you is my mere mortal fingers sticking into this hole in the side of your body."
"You finger me, I finger you."
She gave him a revolted look and he chuckled, stopping as he felt more pain ebb into his body,
"Okay, laughing hurts me."
"Here, let me look at it."
She removed the bloodstained dressing and eyed him critically. Alec squirmed, feeling like a bug under a microscope.
"It might need stiches."
"Better crack out your sewing kit."
"Really, can you just shut up for a minute? This is serious and all you can do is babble about crap, trying to be funny."
He leaned back, resting on the headboard of the bed as he felt Max's fingers probe expertly at his wound.
"You know this is really deep."
"Really? When the blade appeared from the other end of my body, I just figured it was like one of those magic illusions."
Alec opened his eyes as she finished re-dressing him,
"All done. No stiches needed."
"Wow, am I a brand new soldier now?"
"Not quite. But you'll live."
He glanced over at her face, her eyes dark with bags underneath,
"At least another day."
Max frowned at him, hitting his shoulder hard.
"Ow."
"You deserved that."
"What for?"
"For being a smart aleck."
"But that's why you love me."
"Fine then, for making me worry about you."
"Oh sorry Max. I shouldn't have fallen into your fist from my spot on the table, then clumsily stacked it onto Normal's fucking letter opener. Please tell me you threw it away."
"No need, he bawled his eyes out when he saw that was what had hurt you. Then he insisted on driving you to the hospital. I told him I would take care of you as long as he got rid of it. He was only too happy to comply."
"Wow thanks Max, a gold star for you."
"Why are you so angry at me?
"You stabbed me!"
"Not really. And not intentionally."
"Fine. Whatever."
"Don't get all angry at me, all we ever do is fight and I really cant be bothered."
Green eyed met chocolate and Alec softened, smiling faintly at her,
"Okay."
She gave him a suspicious look,
"Okay? Really? Just okay, no smart-ass comment?"
"I've lost too much blood to be witty."
He slid down to lying position and weakly patted the space next to him. Max climbed onto the bed, snuggling into his good side. She rested her head in the crook of his neck,
"Don't ever make me worry again."
"You got a deal if you never stab me again."
"Alec! I didn't..."
He leaned his face over, silencing her with a kiss. Her eyebrows rose in surprise at the unanticipated gesture and she grasped his neck with one hand, pulling him to her. Alec fisted his hand tightly in her hair, smiling into her mouth as their tongues competed and complimented one another. Max pulled back hesitantly,
"Are you okay to...I mean, you're still hurt?"
"Well we'll just have to let you run the show then. Think you can handle your mission soldier?"
"Yes sir."
She saluted him, before rolling him on top of her, giving special regard to his injury. Alec looked her deeply in the eye, smirking almost as she pulled him to her once more.
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Alec rolled over, looking at Max as she slept. He knew that she was in need of a good amount of sleep; scrap the 2 to 3 hours a night she had been getting before. And after the past few hours' activities, he wasn't surprised she was worn out. He sighed, kissing her forehead affectionately.
Her face broke into a smile as she reached for him still asleep. He let her hold onto him, her nails scratching lightly into his back, her hair tickling his face. He kissed her again, resting his own forehead against hers, while his eyes stared at her face. Alec's face fell slightly as she rolled over the other way, her back now facing him. He sighed, he was in need of a shower and some food, he would let her sleep.
Creeping silently so she wouldn't stir, he made his way from the bed to the door, stopping momentarily to grab some clean clothes. He beamed at her from the doorway, relishing in the peaceful sight. Sighing, he turned to leave her to sleep, stopping as he looked back over his shoulder,
"I love you Max."
She let out a snuffling sound and he turned back, disappointed with his inability to confess his feelings when she was awake. Saying it when she wasn't able to hear him, consciously hear him, didn't count, as far as she knew he didn't care about her. Just like when she had expressed how she felt that day in the rain. He was going to lose her if he didn't tell her. But secretly he wondered if he did, would she still stay?
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
I think the hardest thing about writing this is that I have trouble with Max. I mean I get why she can be a bitch, but then when I try to make her nice, like the way she would be with Logan, it just doesn't work, it sounds soppy and unrealistic. But then I think I am slowly getting it, if I stick with it, hopefully it will work. Tell me what you think of the story so far!