Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, just use 'em.
Author's Note: I know there aren't many Alec/Asha shippers out there, but there are some, and
everyone deserves to read about their favourite couple. Who cares what couple it is. I don't even
like Asha, but I can at least try to look at her a little differently and write about her in a nice way.
Today's motto: If the character can be molded to fit, then shove 'em wherever you wanna!
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I can't fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
-Air Supply: Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
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Knock, knock, knock. "Alec! Open up!" She pounded on the door with her fist again, then
kicked it for good measure. "I know you're in there!" She tried the knob again. Locked.
"That's it," Max muttered, bending down to pick the lock. "If he won't get off his lazy ass and
answer the door . . ." Max opened the door to Alec's apartment and walked in.
"I could have been trying to sleep," Alec grumbled from the couch, where he sat, staring at the
TV which wasn't even on.
"What the hell was that?" Max yelled angrily, ignoring his comment.
"What the hell was what?" Alec yelled back, barely taking the time to look away from the blank
screen.
"I saw your little 'scene' at Crash. Christ, Alec, Asha left in tears!" Max snapped, stepping in
front of him.
Alec was silent.
"Well?"
"Well what, Max? What the hell do you want me to say?" Alec finally looked up at her, face
filled with fury and sadness. "She needs to accept that Trannies and Norms don't mix, unless the
plan is for the Norms to wind up dead."
"No, Alec. *You* need to accept that in any relationship, there is a risk of getting hurt!" Max's
face softened. "Sometimes love isn't enough. Sometimes things just don't work out, no matter
how hard you try. Being a 'Tranny' has absolutely nothing to do with it. When someone puts
their heart on the line, there's always a chance it will be bruised, battered, or broken. But in the
end, it's worth the risk." Max kneeled down so that she was face to face with Alec, who didn't
look quite so angry any more. The sadness was taking over. "Look, Alec, I know that Rachel
died, and it hurt you."
"Don't," Alec said, looking away. But Max could see the tears welling up in his eyes just the
same.
"I know your involvement with Manticore killed her and you blame yourself. But, Alec, you have
to see that it wasn't your fault. And just because it happened once, that doesn't mean it's going
to happen again."
Alec turned back toward her with tears spilling down his cheeks. "I- I'm just . . ."
"Scared, I know," Max finished for him, pulling him into her arms. She held him, and after a
moment's hesitation, he held on just as tightly.
"Ssh . . . It'll be okay . . ." Max whispered, trying to comfort him as he trembled in her arms.
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Sniff, sniff . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .*honks nose loudly into tissue* . . . . . . . . . .
Review, please! You know you wanna! :)
Author's Note: I know there aren't many Alec/Asha shippers out there, but there are some, and
everyone deserves to read about their favourite couple. Who cares what couple it is. I don't even
like Asha, but I can at least try to look at her a little differently and write about her in a nice way.
Today's motto: If the character can be molded to fit, then shove 'em wherever you wanna!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can't fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
-Air Supply: Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Knock, knock, knock. "Alec! Open up!" She pounded on the door with her fist again, then
kicked it for good measure. "I know you're in there!" She tried the knob again. Locked.
"That's it," Max muttered, bending down to pick the lock. "If he won't get off his lazy ass and
answer the door . . ." Max opened the door to Alec's apartment and walked in.
"I could have been trying to sleep," Alec grumbled from the couch, where he sat, staring at the
TV which wasn't even on.
"What the hell was that?" Max yelled angrily, ignoring his comment.
"What the hell was what?" Alec yelled back, barely taking the time to look away from the blank
screen.
"I saw your little 'scene' at Crash. Christ, Alec, Asha left in tears!" Max snapped, stepping in
front of him.
Alec was silent.
"Well?"
"Well what, Max? What the hell do you want me to say?" Alec finally looked up at her, face
filled with fury and sadness. "She needs to accept that Trannies and Norms don't mix, unless the
plan is for the Norms to wind up dead."
"No, Alec. *You* need to accept that in any relationship, there is a risk of getting hurt!" Max's
face softened. "Sometimes love isn't enough. Sometimes things just don't work out, no matter
how hard you try. Being a 'Tranny' has absolutely nothing to do with it. When someone puts
their heart on the line, there's always a chance it will be bruised, battered, or broken. But in the
end, it's worth the risk." Max kneeled down so that she was face to face with Alec, who didn't
look quite so angry any more. The sadness was taking over. "Look, Alec, I know that Rachel
died, and it hurt you."
"Don't," Alec said, looking away. But Max could see the tears welling up in his eyes just the
same.
"I know your involvement with Manticore killed her and you blame yourself. But, Alec, you have
to see that it wasn't your fault. And just because it happened once, that doesn't mean it's going
to happen again."
Alec turned back toward her with tears spilling down his cheeks. "I- I'm just . . ."
"Scared, I know," Max finished for him, pulling him into her arms. She held him, and after a
moment's hesitation, he held on just as tightly.
"Ssh . . . It'll be okay . . ." Max whispered, trying to comfort him as he trembled in her arms.
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Sniff, sniff . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .*honks nose loudly into tissue* . . . . . . . . . .
Review, please! You know you wanna! :)