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 NINETEEN:
Seattle; Terminal City; October 10th 2022
2330 hours
Max's hair fell into her eyes as she registered what she had read on the computer screen. Luke patted her hand awkwardly, his face as crushed as hers,
"I wish I was wrong."
"What are we going to do?"
"We tell him. We figure out a way around it. Logan told you that the two of you have been prophesised for generations, so we look at the prophecies. Figure out how to avert it."
"I just don't get it, Alec was supposed to stop the death of all the humans."
"Prophecies are tricky, they're know to be vague and so it's hard to say what's what really. We'll work it out."
"Until then, don't tell Alec. It's unnecessary worry for him and he has enough on his plate organising this place as it is."
"He's gonna be mad when he finds out we didn't tell him."
"Let me deal with that Luke when it happens. You just find out as much as you can."
"Will do. Are you gonna be okay?"
"Peachy. Gotta jet for now. Remember what I said, don't tell him - okay? Call me when you've figured this bitch out."
"Later Max."
"Night."
* * * * *
Seattle; Max and Alec's Apartment; October 11th 2022
0700 hours
Alec crawled silently into bed, trying his best not to disturb Max - her light breathing telling him she could be easily roused. He lay down on his back, quickly falling asleep, his dreams riddled with plaguing memories of Biggs' death and the way he had avenged it. He tossed and turned and Max sat up watching him thoughtfully, sadly.
He would never hurt anyone innocent. Not now. He had a conscience that would rip him apart if he did anything like Luke had said. There was no way Alec would bring about the end of the world for all humanity. She needed to prove him wrong, prove that Alec would never do anything of the kind. Sure, he had killed those four men that had murdered Biggs, but that was different - she herself had admitted that it would have been an irresistible temptation had it been her in his position. He wasn't the killing machine that Manticore had created, he was human. In some ways, more than her. And she wasn't going to let anything tear them apart, not even some thousands of years old prophecy.
She had to find a way to know more about the oncoming shroud of death or whatever. And she knew just where to find out...
* * * * *
Alec sat up as Max left the room, his face shiny with sweat. He peered after her, wiping his face on his sleeve and racing discretely after her. He had seen the way she had been looking at him, he wanted to know what was up and it was rare for Max to vocalise what she was thinking unless it was insulting and could be backed up by some sort of violent bodily contact.
She mounted her bike and sped off into the distance. He followed suit, making sure to stay well hidden behind other vehicles as he followed. They finally reached their destination and he shied behind a van as Max walked into the old building. Alec saw her stop as she entered, her arms wrapping around her body as if she were cold. He shook his head, partly in shock at where she had led him and also in worry that she had been so caught up in coming here, she hadn't even heard him following her the whole way.
Alec eventually moved away from behind the van and took the steps up two at a time, pausing to look up at the sign above the building,
'Langford Prison'.
* * * * *
Flashback:
Max eyed the man pointing a gun at her unnerved, her stunning face pouted into an amused look,
"If he's the side of beef, he's fine. But give him a minute."
"You're a thief?"
"Girl's got to make a living."
"Thank God."
"First time I ever heard that one."
"I was expecting someone else."
"Guess it wasn't the pizza delivery guy."
"We're just a little tense right now."
The man's eyes fixed on the item in her hand she was stealing from his house,
"You have good taste. French, 1920s, a tribute to Chitarus."
"Whoever that is."
"Oh. So... What, you liked it 'cause it was shiny?"
"No, because it's the Egyptian goddess Bast, the goddess who comprehends all goddesses, eye of Ra, protector, avenger, destroyer...giver of life who lives forever."
Another man lurked behind her and the man she was addressing looked at him,
"Stay back, Peter. Security's on the way."
Max's eyes fixed on his face,
"I'd love to hang and discuss art, but I got to jet. By the way, I love your show."
The security guard entered, yelling,
"Building security!"
"Hold your fire!"
She dived out of the window, shards exploding everywhere. The man she had been talking stared after her, watching as she easily ran away, unscathed - despite having just jumped out of his penthouse window.
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Flashback:
Max looked over at Logan, everything she said always seemed to have that sarcastic edge and that was how she liked it, but this guy seemed more intrigued the ruder she was,
"I know they made me. Even got the designer label on the back of my neck to prove it."
"Technical term for you is "chimera"
"Yeah, made-up creature, like in mythology. Head of a lion, body of a goat. Your basic hodgepodge.
"Hardly.
"You said you could help."
* * * * *
Flashback:
Max eyed Logan nervously, he had come to Crash. To see her and now he wanted to talk to her here some place that wasn't here. there was something about him,
"Let me get my coat."
"The one you're wearing?"
"Right."
* * * * *
Flashback:
Logan's eyes were set dead ahead as he sat in the abandoned convertible. Max approached him quietly, but he heard her, speaking without looking at her,
"How much time?"
"Two minutes."
"I keep thinking about the night we took down Manticore...when I thought I'd lost you. I came home and sat on my sofa and I didn't get up again for days. The sun came up...the sun went down...I just sat there. It was like I couldn't move. It hurt too much to move. That's how I feel right now."
"I knew this would happen. We shouldn't have taken the chance."
"We had to. You know we did. We can't keep going through this, though."
"I know."
Logan finally looked over at her, his glasses hiding his teary eyes,
"That year we wasted, dancing around each other, afraid of actually admitting how we felt...If I had that time back, I would do that so differently."
Max's pager beeped, sounding the end of their twelve hours of being able to touch, over. Logan's eyes widened,
"Well, I guess that's it."
He leaned over kissing her. Before she could respond, he got out of the car,
"I love you, Max."
She looked up as Logan walked away, her message unheard as she whispered,
"I love you, too."
She slumped crestfallen, staring into space as a lone tear struggled it's way down her cheek.
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To be continued...
Author's Note:
I think you know where I am heading with this and if you don't, I guess you'll have to stay tuned. But really, you should know. Seriously, how many of you were expecting that? I wasn't, last minute addition to the story, one I thought was a new twist. Hehe. Yeah I know I shouldn't tease, but I like stories that have twists and turns and this story in comparison with my others was seriously lacking. Read, reflect, review (the three r's are important.)
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 NINETEEN:
Seattle; Terminal City; October 10th 2022
2330 hours
Max's hair fell into her eyes as she registered what she had read on the computer screen. Luke patted her hand awkwardly, his face as crushed as hers,
"I wish I was wrong."
"What are we going to do?"
"We tell him. We figure out a way around it. Logan told you that the two of you have been prophesised for generations, so we look at the prophecies. Figure out how to avert it."
"I just don't get it, Alec was supposed to stop the death of all the humans."
"Prophecies are tricky, they're know to be vague and so it's hard to say what's what really. We'll work it out."
"Until then, don't tell Alec. It's unnecessary worry for him and he has enough on his plate organising this place as it is."
"He's gonna be mad when he finds out we didn't tell him."
"Let me deal with that Luke when it happens. You just find out as much as you can."
"Will do. Are you gonna be okay?"
"Peachy. Gotta jet for now. Remember what I said, don't tell him - okay? Call me when you've figured this bitch out."
"Later Max."
"Night."
* * * * *
Seattle; Max and Alec's Apartment; October 11th 2022
0700 hours
Alec crawled silently into bed, trying his best not to disturb Max - her light breathing telling him she could be easily roused. He lay down on his back, quickly falling asleep, his dreams riddled with plaguing memories of Biggs' death and the way he had avenged it. He tossed and turned and Max sat up watching him thoughtfully, sadly.
He would never hurt anyone innocent. Not now. He had a conscience that would rip him apart if he did anything like Luke had said. There was no way Alec would bring about the end of the world for all humanity. She needed to prove him wrong, prove that Alec would never do anything of the kind. Sure, he had killed those four men that had murdered Biggs, but that was different - she herself had admitted that it would have been an irresistible temptation had it been her in his position. He wasn't the killing machine that Manticore had created, he was human. In some ways, more than her. And she wasn't going to let anything tear them apart, not even some thousands of years old prophecy.
She had to find a way to know more about the oncoming shroud of death or whatever. And she knew just where to find out...
* * * * *
Alec sat up as Max left the room, his face shiny with sweat. He peered after her, wiping his face on his sleeve and racing discretely after her. He had seen the way she had been looking at him, he wanted to know what was up and it was rare for Max to vocalise what she was thinking unless it was insulting and could be backed up by some sort of violent bodily contact.
She mounted her bike and sped off into the distance. He followed suit, making sure to stay well hidden behind other vehicles as he followed. They finally reached their destination and he shied behind a van as Max walked into the old building. Alec saw her stop as she entered, her arms wrapping around her body as if she were cold. He shook his head, partly in shock at where she had led him and also in worry that she had been so caught up in coming here, she hadn't even heard him following her the whole way.
Alec eventually moved away from behind the van and took the steps up two at a time, pausing to look up at the sign above the building,
'Langford Prison'.
* * * * *
Flashback:
Max eyed the man pointing a gun at her unnerved, her stunning face pouted into an amused look,
"If he's the side of beef, he's fine. But give him a minute."
"You're a thief?"
"Girl's got to make a living."
"Thank God."
"First time I ever heard that one."
"I was expecting someone else."
"Guess it wasn't the pizza delivery guy."
"We're just a little tense right now."
The man's eyes fixed on the item in her hand she was stealing from his house,
"You have good taste. French, 1920s, a tribute to Chitarus."
"Whoever that is."
"Oh. So... What, you liked it 'cause it was shiny?"
"No, because it's the Egyptian goddess Bast, the goddess who comprehends all goddesses, eye of Ra, protector, avenger, destroyer...giver of life who lives forever."
Another man lurked behind her and the man she was addressing looked at him,
"Stay back, Peter. Security's on the way."
Max's eyes fixed on his face,
"I'd love to hang and discuss art, but I got to jet. By the way, I love your show."
The security guard entered, yelling,
"Building security!"
"Hold your fire!"
She dived out of the window, shards exploding everywhere. The man she had been talking stared after her, watching as she easily ran away, unscathed - despite having just jumped out of his penthouse window.
* * * * *
Flashback:
Max looked over at Logan, everything she said always seemed to have that sarcastic edge and that was how she liked it, but this guy seemed more intrigued the ruder she was,
"I know they made me. Even got the designer label on the back of my neck to prove it."
"Technical term for you is "chimera"
"Yeah, made-up creature, like in mythology. Head of a lion, body of a goat. Your basic hodgepodge.
"Hardly.
"You said you could help."
* * * * *
Flashback:
Max eyed Logan nervously, he had come to Crash. To see her and now he wanted to talk to her here some place that wasn't here. there was something about him,
"Let me get my coat."
"The one you're wearing?"
"Right."
* * * * *
Flashback:
Logan's eyes were set dead ahead as he sat in the abandoned convertible. Max approached him quietly, but he heard her, speaking without looking at her,
"How much time?"
"Two minutes."
"I keep thinking about the night we took down Manticore...when I thought I'd lost you. I came home and sat on my sofa and I didn't get up again for days. The sun came up...the sun went down...I just sat there. It was like I couldn't move. It hurt too much to move. That's how I feel right now."
"I knew this would happen. We shouldn't have taken the chance."
"We had to. You know we did. We can't keep going through this, though."
"I know."
Logan finally looked over at her, his glasses hiding his teary eyes,
"That year we wasted, dancing around each other, afraid of actually admitting how we felt...If I had that time back, I would do that so differently."
Max's pager beeped, sounding the end of their twelve hours of being able to touch, over. Logan's eyes widened,
"Well, I guess that's it."
He leaned over kissing her. Before she could respond, he got out of the car,
"I love you, Max."
She looked up as Logan walked away, her message unheard as she whispered,
"I love you, too."
She slumped crestfallen, staring into space as a lone tear struggled it's way down her cheek.
* * * * *
To be continued...
Author's Note:
I think you know where I am heading with this and if you don't, I guess you'll have to stay tuned. But really, you should know. Seriously, how many of you were expecting that? I wasn't, last minute addition to the story, one I thought was a new twist. Hehe. Yeah I know I shouldn't tease, but I like stories that have twists and turns and this story in comparison with my others was seriously lacking. Read, reflect, review (the three r's are important.)