Title: Coming to Terms
A/N: Oh right…this story….
Sure he had said he would call her on their little deal, but when had Alec ever been serious with her? So it came as a complete shock to Max when he walked into Jampony weeks afterwards and told her not to make any plans for that night.
At first she had protested, told him that she didn't really care anymore what he had said that night so long ago. But he had persisted, egged her on until she had once again agreed to whatever scheme he had concocted.
Max reassured herself she was only doing this to shut him up. As soon as this job was over, maybe he would leave her alone a little, give her some space. Of course, she knew that part of her wanted to be there with him when he did this. She wanted to be able to share in his satisfaction of a job well done. A voice in the back of her mind told her that she wanted Alec to see that she could keep up with him and that she was good enough for him.
She would never admit this to him though, and she would never tell him that she really just wanted to see him dressed in all black with that mischievous grin plastered across his face as he picked the lock to some door that would undoubtedly stand between them and whatever treasures they were after.
No. This was so he would leave her alone. Nothing else.
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"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Alec."
"Well actually Max, if you'll remember correctly, I didn't have to talk you into this. Your need to know everything about what goes on in my life is what got you into this."
"How do you figure that?"
"Max. Look at yourself. You're about to help me break into some poor slob's mansion , and for all you know, I could have been talking about my affinity for blondes."
"Alec you have an affinity for anything with a pulse and nice chest."
"Well this must be your lucky day Max! You got those, right?"
"Shut up, Alec." And with that she smacked him across the back of the head.
He watched her as she made her way across the rooftop, her hips swaying back and forth as she went. The tight, black cat-suit that she wore hugged her every curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. Unfortunately, though, Alec didn't have time to admire the view. Not only should he be setting up the gear for this job, but he needed to figure out what he was going to tell Max when it was done.
Whatever he was going to say had to be good, or he was pretty sure Max would rip one of his arms from his body. He had more or less forced her into this, and if there was one thing he had learned about Max over these past couple of months, it was that she hated being forced to do anything.
And this isn't how he had wanted it to happen either. He wanted her to do this of her own volition. He wanted Max to feel good about herself, to be able to smile every once in awhile. Alec knew that no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to be anything but transgenic, but he could help her accept it. But Logan would always be in the way. Max would always strive to be human as long as Eyes Only roamed free.
"Hey moron! You ready?"
"Yeah, coming." Shit. He was so screwed.
Slipping into a top story window, the two stealth soldiers walked down the dimly lit hallways towards where the house safe was located. Alec had been scouting this place for a little over a week now. He had mapped all the blueprints, re-routed all the security devices, and even gone the extra mile and found the combination to the safe.
This wasn't going to be an in and out situation though. He had a plan, and boy was it a good one. Just the mere thought of what he had in store put a sparkle in his eye and a grin on his face. Turns out, the very married guy that owned this place was a frequent customer of The Blowfish Tavern, a strip joint Alec had started to visit recently. After a few words with the man, he had managed to secure the mansion for the night. The guy had even promised to leave money in the safe for him to take as long as he kept his mouth shut.
All Alec had to do was send Max ahead for the cash while he 'accidentally' tripped some alarm. She'd come to the rescue and feel great about herself. A few words about how good of a job she had done, maybe a little make-out session, and she'd be his.
This plan he had devised was brilliant. He was going to humiliate himself for Max. This meant something. If he played his cards right, maybe she would forget all about this whole "baring his soul to her" thing. Either way, the next few minutes should prove to be interesting.