Desire Under Pressure - part 1
By Helgz
A/N: This was originally going to be a "Max goes into heat at jam pony" type fic. And it still might be - I haven't really decided. So review and tell me what you want. it can still be arranged!
This is my take on Freak Nation. It starts just as Max comes through the window on the hoverdrone, after Alec has been shot, and Jam Pony is surrounded. (But Max doesn't say "who ordered a pizza", because that line makes me cringe every time I watch FN. Who wrote that? Honestly.) OK. Ramble over. Anyways.
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Max came crashing through the window, skidding across the floor of jam pony on her commandeered hoverdrone. The noise of the intrusion startled everyone in the room, who had previously been paying attention to the spectacle of Normal confronting his "golden boy" turned freak.
As Max slid into the room, trying to keep her balance, Alec instinctively stepped forward and dropped into a fighting stance, ready to defend himself against the unexpected entrant. His move was not lost on the shocked inhabitants of jam pony, who were watching the newly "outed" transgenics with a mixture of awe, suspicion and fear.
Alec relaxed as Max looked up at him from her stance on the now-stationary hoverdrone. She glanced at his wounded left shoulder, which he was holding carefully with his right hand.
"Remember any field med, Max?" Alec asked with a hopeful grin and a nod at his shoulder. It was only that Max knew him so well that she could see the pain he hid underneath his bravado. Going along with it, she just looked at him and laughed, with a nod of assent.
"Hey Sketch" she called, gaining his attention. He had been gazing at Cece in a sort of wonderment since she had revealed herself to be one of "them". Not that he hadn't ogled her before, but now.
"Get me the first aid pack" Max ordered him, seeing the direction of his eyes and smirking.
"Sure" he replied, jogging inside caged area of the office to grab the small red box.
Max surveyed the room quickly. After her entrance, the other transgenics had returned to their defensive posts around the building. Seeing that they had things under control for the moment, Max turned her attention back to Alec. He was absently pressing on his shoulder wound as he watched the events outside of jam pony unfold on the large TV in the corner.
"Alec?" Max prodded gently. When he looked at her absently, she reminded him - "field med?"
"Oh, right," he said, flashing her one of his heartbreaking smiles as she led him to the seats near their lockers. He's unusually quiet, even for the situation we're in now, Max thought worriedly. Sitting down next to him, she soon realised why. The bullet was lodged in his muscle right next to the bone. Ouch. This was made worse by the amount of blood he had lost. No wonder he's starting to tune out, thought Max. When an X5 was in that amount of pain, they were trained to just shut it out. In Alec's case, the pain was so great he wasn't only ignoring it, but he was almost taking himself out of consciousness to get away from it.
"Have you got a lighter?" Alec shook his head.
"Anyone here have a lighter?" Max asked, raising her voice over the hubbub of discussion in the room. After a second, one of the other messengers stepped forward hesitantly, holding out one of the cheap lighters with naked women on it. Max looked at it with disgust, then realising it was her only option, grabbed it off the messenger with a perfunctory "thanks".
Sitting back down, Max picked up the tweezers and flicked the lighter. Alec just looked at the tweezers, trying as hard as possible not to think of the approaching pain. Come on - need a distraction. Food. nope. Logan. eww. Mmm.Max naked. In my bed. That did it. At the thought, he smirked involuntarily, knowing she'd kill him if she knew what he was thinking about. She glanced at him as she sterilised the tweezers, and he flicked his face back to what he called his "Manticore face": the well-practiced blank stare he had perfected. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, then, concentrating hard, Max took her revenge, digging the tweezers into his shoulder.
He broke his silence with a loud gasp of pain, which was stifled as soon as it emerged. Still, he had managed to capture the attention of everyone in the room. Biting back a groan, Alec felt Max slowly pull the bullet out of his arm. As she held it up for him to see, there was a general silence. Next, Max pulled out a switchblade. Not bothering to hide his moan this time, Alec rolled his head away. Still the silence reined as Max moved the switchblade through the flame of the lighter, seeing it glow red-hot. Realising that leaving Alec to his own thoughts just wouldn't cut it this time, Max moved around to sit in front of him. Alec looked at her in confusion. Ignoring the feeling of dozens of pairs of eyes in her back, Max steadied the blade next to Alec's shoulder, preparing herself. Looking him in the eyes, she quickly slid the blade into his wound, cauterizing it. At the same time, just before he felt the excruciating pain, Max captured Alec's lips with her own, running her tongue gently along his lips, asking for entry. Shocked, he complied, deepening the kiss. All thoughts of the pain in his upper arm flew from his head as he drank in the taste of her.
Max suddenly pulled back, leaving him bereft. Refusing to look him in the eye, she quickly bandaged his wound. Alec's alertness jumped as he took in what had just happened. "Maxie?" he said softly, questioningly.
She just looked at him. "Well, it worked, didn't it?" He pulled back, slightly stunned by her words, but encouraged by the look in her eye. This could get very interesting. he smiled to himself. Then, standing up, he took in their audience, still standing in their places, agape at what they had just witnessed. Alec just smirked, especially at all the guys looking at him in surprise and jealousy. Not to mention the girls in pure lust. It was almost too funny. He was tempted to make a comment on the subject - something along the lines of "And that, my friends, is why you will never be able to satisfy the ladies like me" - but reflecting on the circumstances, he decided against it. Plus, he had just been fixed up - he didn't want to be beat up by Max anytime soon.
*****
Original Cindy had watched, along with everyone else, as Max fixed up Alec's injury. Now, more than any other time, OC could see how strong the X5's were. Anyone else with an injury like that would be crying like a baby, she thought scathingly. She watched the reactions of the so-called "ordinaries" with interest; the fascination and repulsion on their faces as Max dug the bullet out of Alec's shoulder was priceless. But even her jaw had dropped as Max and Alec shared what was possibly one of the hottest kisses she ever saw. Glancing at the other transgenics, she realised that they were just as shocked as everyone else on the room. Alec's surprise as Max pulled back was obvious, and OC almost felt sorry for the guy. Hell, when he had that face on - like a little boy that just lost his ice cream - she almost felt a whole lot more for the guy. OC shrugged, chalking it up to his transgenic perfection. She quickly caught up with Max, walking to the office with the first aid kit.
"Somethin' you ain't been telling me, boo?" OC asked with interest. "I mean, you an' your boy out there.phew" OC trailed off, fanning herself to emphasize her point.
"He's not my boy," Max answered quickly, automatically. He wasn't her boy, but OC was right. That kiss. she got a shudder in the bottom of her stomach as she relived it. OC burst out laughing at Max's face.
"Mm-hmm?" OC drawled, her scepticism evident in her tone.
*****
A/N: This is my very first DA Fanfic! So I would LOVE to know what you think. All you have to do is press the little purple button below.
By Helgz
A/N: This was originally going to be a "Max goes into heat at jam pony" type fic. And it still might be - I haven't really decided. So review and tell me what you want. it can still be arranged!
This is my take on Freak Nation. It starts just as Max comes through the window on the hoverdrone, after Alec has been shot, and Jam Pony is surrounded. (But Max doesn't say "who ordered a pizza", because that line makes me cringe every time I watch FN. Who wrote that? Honestly.) OK. Ramble over. Anyways.
*****
Max came crashing through the window, skidding across the floor of jam pony on her commandeered hoverdrone. The noise of the intrusion startled everyone in the room, who had previously been paying attention to the spectacle of Normal confronting his "golden boy" turned freak.
As Max slid into the room, trying to keep her balance, Alec instinctively stepped forward and dropped into a fighting stance, ready to defend himself against the unexpected entrant. His move was not lost on the shocked inhabitants of jam pony, who were watching the newly "outed" transgenics with a mixture of awe, suspicion and fear.
Alec relaxed as Max looked up at him from her stance on the now-stationary hoverdrone. She glanced at his wounded left shoulder, which he was holding carefully with his right hand.
"Remember any field med, Max?" Alec asked with a hopeful grin and a nod at his shoulder. It was only that Max knew him so well that she could see the pain he hid underneath his bravado. Going along with it, she just looked at him and laughed, with a nod of assent.
"Hey Sketch" she called, gaining his attention. He had been gazing at Cece in a sort of wonderment since she had revealed herself to be one of "them". Not that he hadn't ogled her before, but now.
"Get me the first aid pack" Max ordered him, seeing the direction of his eyes and smirking.
"Sure" he replied, jogging inside caged area of the office to grab the small red box.
Max surveyed the room quickly. After her entrance, the other transgenics had returned to their defensive posts around the building. Seeing that they had things under control for the moment, Max turned her attention back to Alec. He was absently pressing on his shoulder wound as he watched the events outside of jam pony unfold on the large TV in the corner.
"Alec?" Max prodded gently. When he looked at her absently, she reminded him - "field med?"
"Oh, right," he said, flashing her one of his heartbreaking smiles as she led him to the seats near their lockers. He's unusually quiet, even for the situation we're in now, Max thought worriedly. Sitting down next to him, she soon realised why. The bullet was lodged in his muscle right next to the bone. Ouch. This was made worse by the amount of blood he had lost. No wonder he's starting to tune out, thought Max. When an X5 was in that amount of pain, they were trained to just shut it out. In Alec's case, the pain was so great he wasn't only ignoring it, but he was almost taking himself out of consciousness to get away from it.
"Have you got a lighter?" Alec shook his head.
"Anyone here have a lighter?" Max asked, raising her voice over the hubbub of discussion in the room. After a second, one of the other messengers stepped forward hesitantly, holding out one of the cheap lighters with naked women on it. Max looked at it with disgust, then realising it was her only option, grabbed it off the messenger with a perfunctory "thanks".
Sitting back down, Max picked up the tweezers and flicked the lighter. Alec just looked at the tweezers, trying as hard as possible not to think of the approaching pain. Come on - need a distraction. Food. nope. Logan. eww. Mmm.Max naked. In my bed. That did it. At the thought, he smirked involuntarily, knowing she'd kill him if she knew what he was thinking about. She glanced at him as she sterilised the tweezers, and he flicked his face back to what he called his "Manticore face": the well-practiced blank stare he had perfected. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, then, concentrating hard, Max took her revenge, digging the tweezers into his shoulder.
He broke his silence with a loud gasp of pain, which was stifled as soon as it emerged. Still, he had managed to capture the attention of everyone in the room. Biting back a groan, Alec felt Max slowly pull the bullet out of his arm. As she held it up for him to see, there was a general silence. Next, Max pulled out a switchblade. Not bothering to hide his moan this time, Alec rolled his head away. Still the silence reined as Max moved the switchblade through the flame of the lighter, seeing it glow red-hot. Realising that leaving Alec to his own thoughts just wouldn't cut it this time, Max moved around to sit in front of him. Alec looked at her in confusion. Ignoring the feeling of dozens of pairs of eyes in her back, Max steadied the blade next to Alec's shoulder, preparing herself. Looking him in the eyes, she quickly slid the blade into his wound, cauterizing it. At the same time, just before he felt the excruciating pain, Max captured Alec's lips with her own, running her tongue gently along his lips, asking for entry. Shocked, he complied, deepening the kiss. All thoughts of the pain in his upper arm flew from his head as he drank in the taste of her.
Max suddenly pulled back, leaving him bereft. Refusing to look him in the eye, she quickly bandaged his wound. Alec's alertness jumped as he took in what had just happened. "Maxie?" he said softly, questioningly.
She just looked at him. "Well, it worked, didn't it?" He pulled back, slightly stunned by her words, but encouraged by the look in her eye. This could get very interesting. he smiled to himself. Then, standing up, he took in their audience, still standing in their places, agape at what they had just witnessed. Alec just smirked, especially at all the guys looking at him in surprise and jealousy. Not to mention the girls in pure lust. It was almost too funny. He was tempted to make a comment on the subject - something along the lines of "And that, my friends, is why you will never be able to satisfy the ladies like me" - but reflecting on the circumstances, he decided against it. Plus, he had just been fixed up - he didn't want to be beat up by Max anytime soon.
*****
Original Cindy had watched, along with everyone else, as Max fixed up Alec's injury. Now, more than any other time, OC could see how strong the X5's were. Anyone else with an injury like that would be crying like a baby, she thought scathingly. She watched the reactions of the so-called "ordinaries" with interest; the fascination and repulsion on their faces as Max dug the bullet out of Alec's shoulder was priceless. But even her jaw had dropped as Max and Alec shared what was possibly one of the hottest kisses she ever saw. Glancing at the other transgenics, she realised that they were just as shocked as everyone else on the room. Alec's surprise as Max pulled back was obvious, and OC almost felt sorry for the guy. Hell, when he had that face on - like a little boy that just lost his ice cream - she almost felt a whole lot more for the guy. OC shrugged, chalking it up to his transgenic perfection. She quickly caught up with Max, walking to the office with the first aid kit.
"Somethin' you ain't been telling me, boo?" OC asked with interest. "I mean, you an' your boy out there.phew" OC trailed off, fanning herself to emphasize her point.
"He's not my boy," Max answered quickly, automatically. He wasn't her boy, but OC was right. That kiss. she got a shudder in the bottom of her stomach as she relived it. OC burst out laughing at Max's face.
"Mm-hmm?" OC drawled, her scepticism evident in her tone.
*****
A/N: This is my very first DA Fanfic! So I would LOVE to know what you think. All you have to do is press the little purple button below.