Title: Between A Rock and A Hard Place Part 4
Author: Rhasa
Rating: R
Spoilers: General Season 2 before 'Freak Nation' Before Max and Alec are
'seemingly' together.
Category: Drama/Angst/ Relationship(s) Note plural.
Summary: Max goes into heat around a virus infected Logan who calls Alec
for help.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No infringement intended. No money being made, yadda
yadda, yadda.
Feedback: Yes, please, pretty please. I only write when I get feedback, so
feel free to feed the monster. Rhasa4@yahoo.com
Between A Rock and A Hard Place Part 4
by Rhasa
Alec couldn't remember ever feeling so much desire for one person. He would never remember just which one of them it was that reached for the other, nor would he care. All that mattered at the moment was the one mission he had in life, and that was to get as close as he possibly could to Max, to crawl inside of her if physically possible. His lips and teeth and tongue attacked hers, and hers his. His hands grabbed as much as her as they could, as hers fought earnestly against the metal hold the cuffs had on her at he pipe. His body pushed itself into hers as far as it would go. He needed her like he needed air and nothing, nothing could tear them apart.
"Oh fuck!" Except the icy cold river that seemed to have just suddenly flowed down his back. "What the fu-" he began before a pair of hands pulled him to his feet.
Logan made use of the momentary and temporary distraction the bucket of ice water had afforded him to pull Alec off of Max. He knew there was no other way that he would have been able to get the edge over the younger X5.
With an almighty shove he managed to throw Alec out of the room and back into the hall before slamming the door. When he turned towards him, Alec seemed to have recovered somewhat. "Oh God," he cried.
"Get up there," Logan barked at him, gesturing for him to move further away from the door that he was still eyeing hungrily.
"You could have warned me," Alec muttered, while dripping all over Logan's floor.
"Yeah, telling an X5 alpha male when a bucket of ice water is going to be thrown on them would have been such a good idea," Logan said in a totally pissed off way, while throwing him a towel that he had procured from somewhere.
"I'm sorry," Alec said while trying as best he could to dry himself off.
Logan remained quiet. He turned his back on the younger man, and moved to a sideboard where he poured himself a rather large scotch sans the ice.
Watching him, Alec's heart went out to the guy. "If it's any consolation, I don't think she's badly hurt," he said. When Logan continued to say nothing, he added, "Head wounds always tend to look more serious than they are. The scalp can bleed an awful lot without there actually being much damage. I don't think she'll need stitches." He watched as Logan drained his glass and began to refill it. "Maybe a bandaid," he muttered to himself.
Logan continued to take large gulps of the amber liquid. The warm sensation the scotch made as it flowed down his throat temporarily relieving the sickening tension that had coiled itself up inside of him.
Alec watched in silence as Logan attacked his third tumbler with only slightly slowly as he fought to control his own racing heart. While he could still smell Max on him, not being in close proximity to her any longer made it slightly easier for him to keep himself in check - at least for now.
"I guess I never knew," Logan said to the quiet as Alec threw the now wet towel across to a chair.
"Knew what?" Alec asked, wanting not to 'bite' but feeling the need to break the awkward silence that had fallen over them.
"I never knew...hah," he began to chuckle. "I never knew just how strong Max felt about you."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Oh come on, Alec. I was there remember?" Logan said turning a glare on him.
"No," Alec shook his head vehemently. "You got it all wrong," he said, hands on hips.
"Do I?" Logan asked smugly. "The way she went for you-"
"The way she went for me was exactly how she would have gone for any red blooded and maybe any green blooded male had they walked by. She's in heat, Logan," he yelled, hating already where this conversation was going.
"She may be in heat, but the way she reached for you-"
"You were the one who said that you had to beat her off with a chair. And now, what you're jealous because she had the same reaction to me? What was this, Logan, some kind of test?"
Logan looked down at his feet. "She never reacted the same way with me. She didn't want to devour me like she so obviously did with you."
"Jesus Christ," Alec muttered under his breath. "I cannot believe what I am hearing."
"What? Truth hurt?"
"Truth?" Alec screamed with incredulity. "Man you are so far from the truth right now, Logan-"
"Then deny it."
"Deny WHAT?"
"Deny that there are feelings between you two."
Alec stopped, his mouth gaped open, he couldn't believe what Logan was saying to him. Had he been right to think that this was some kind of test? No. He didn't think that that was how it had started out. Logan's voice showed just how concerned he was when he had rang Alec earlier that evening. But just what was going through the older man's mind right now was a mystery to Alec. His off base comments had really thrown him for a loop.
"I thought so," Logan whispered when, Alec too caught up in analysing everything that had gone on this evening, failed to answer.
Alec walked up to Logan and put his face right up and close to his, "I'm only going to say this once, and I'm trying real hard not to kick your ass from here to Sunday only because you must have had one hell of a shock today, or gotten a blow to your own head, or whatever, 'cause you're obviously not thinking straight, but... Max is in heat. She can't control herself. She didn't choose me over you, she isn't in her right mind at the moment, which should be obvious by the fact that she went after you, the love of her life, who she knows damn well she can't touch because she would kill you!" He finished with yelling.
Logan stood and nodded his head.
But by this time Alec was well and truly pissed off. Walking over to Logan's makeshift bar, he helped himself to a scotch not unlike the one Logan had just finished. "You know, not everything is about you, Logan. Did you ever stop to consider that for a second?" He took a long drain of the liquid. "She's probably never going to forgive herself for that one little slip, that one kiss between us. Come tomorrow, she'll be so hard on herself, consumed by guilt, wracked by grief, not able to look herself in her eye, not able to look at you. So you just keep on feeling sorry for yourself, 'cause we know that's the most important thing," he snarled.
Alec took another long sip of his scotch. In the now still of the apartment he could hear Max's movements from the bathroom. She was definitely having a rough time of it. Turning ever so slightly, Alec was assailed by another waft of her scent, and try as he might he couldn't stop himself from breathing her in.
"So what do we do now?" Logan asked, his question redirecting Alec's attention away from Max for the time being.
"What?"
"What do we do to help *her*? After all this isn't about me, remember?"
"We do nothing, well, you do nothing. I'm leaving," Alec said, then drained his glass and put it on the sideboard.
"Is that it? Do nothing? You're leaving?"
"Well, as far as I see it, Logan, you got two choices. You can either leave and stay away until she rides this thing out, or stay and pray she doesn't break out of the bathroom."
"That's your idea of helping her?"
"She's a big girl, Logan. She doesn't need my help. She needs to ride this thing out."
"And what if she can't? What if you leave and then I leave and then she gets out? What if she tries to go home and can't control herself along the way and jumps the first guy she meets."
"Hey, it happens." Alec said in a rather nonchalant way, trying to state the obvious to Logan.
"And you'd be okay with that? Huh? You say that she won't forgive herself in the morning for kissing you, and yet have you thought about how she would feel if we left her alone, and she was to leave here and jumped a total stranger? Just how wracked by guilt would she be then, Alec?"
"Her heat is not my problem!" Alec turned sharply on Logan yelling into the other man's face.
"Her heat is everyone-who-cares-about-her 's problem. And I know you do, care about her, that is."
"You over estimate me. Haven't you heard? I only care about myself."
"That's what you'd like everyone to think. But I know you better than you think I do. You care about Max."
Alec shook his head. "You wanna know just how much I *care* about her? Hey Logan? I care about her so damn much, that right now all I'm capable of thinking about is marching down to that goddamn bathroom, ripping her clothes off and burying myself so deep inside of her that she'd be impaled on me. That's how much I *care* about her!" Alec barked. He stopped and paused to look in Logan's eyes, his breathing ragged as he fought for control.
"Well then, maybe you should," Logan said softly.
"What?"
"It could be a possible solution for all our problems."
End of part 4
Author's Note:
Okay if that last part didn't intrigue you then you had better bail now. This story has taken a little evil turn. It may not be what you think it may be. I have written the next few parts and I don't recall ever reading anything that has a similar storyline, so I think what I have come up with is pretty unique. It can still go both ways ie. M/L or M/A and I don't think it is outside the realm of possibilities if you think about the characters and just what they have gone through and what they are going through. To me it is more believable than any of the babyfics out there but hey, whatever floats your boat. Having said that it is fanfiction. Some of you WILL not agree with where I have taken this story. Others will. Just keep an open mind and enjoy the ride is all I ask. But if it is going to make you cringe, bail now.
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Between A Rock and A Hard Place Part 4
by Rhasa
Alec couldn't remember ever feeling so much desire for one person. He would never remember just which one of them it was that reached for the other, nor would he care. All that mattered at the moment was the one mission he had in life, and that was to get as close as he possibly could to Max, to crawl inside of her if physically possible. His lips and teeth and tongue attacked hers, and hers his. His hands grabbed as much as her as they could, as hers fought earnestly against the metal hold the cuffs had on her at he pipe. His body pushed itself into hers as far as it would go. He needed her like he needed air and nothing, nothing could tear them apart.
"Oh fuck!" Except the icy cold river that seemed to have just suddenly flowed down his back. "What the fu-" he began before a pair of hands pulled him to his feet.
Logan made use of the momentary and temporary distraction the bucket of ice water had afforded him to pull Alec off of Max. He knew there was no other way that he would have been able to get the edge over the younger X5.
With an almighty shove he managed to throw Alec out of the room and back into the hall before slamming the door. When he turned towards him, Alec seemed to have recovered somewhat. "Oh God," he cried.
"Get up there," Logan barked at him, gesturing for him to move further away from the door that he was still eyeing hungrily.
"You could have warned me," Alec muttered, while dripping all over Logan's floor.
"Yeah, telling an X5 alpha male when a bucket of ice water is going to be thrown on them would have been such a good idea," Logan said in a totally pissed off way, while throwing him a towel that he had procured from somewhere.
"I'm sorry," Alec said while trying as best he could to dry himself off.
Logan remained quiet. He turned his back on the younger man, and moved to a sideboard where he poured himself a rather large scotch sans the ice.
Watching him, Alec's heart went out to the guy. "If it's any consolation, I don't think she's badly hurt," he said. When Logan continued to say nothing, he added, "Head wounds always tend to look more serious than they are. The scalp can bleed an awful lot without there actually being much damage. I don't think she'll need stitches." He watched as Logan drained his glass and began to refill it. "Maybe a bandaid," he muttered to himself.
Logan continued to take large gulps of the amber liquid. The warm sensation the scotch made as it flowed down his throat temporarily relieving the sickening tension that had coiled itself up inside of him.
Alec watched in silence as Logan attacked his third tumbler with only slightly slowly as he fought to control his own racing heart. While he could still smell Max on him, not being in close proximity to her any longer made it slightly easier for him to keep himself in check - at least for now.
"I guess I never knew," Logan said to the quiet as Alec threw the now wet towel across to a chair.
"Knew what?" Alec asked, wanting not to 'bite' but feeling the need to break the awkward silence that had fallen over them.
"I never knew...hah," he began to chuckle. "I never knew just how strong Max felt about you."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Oh come on, Alec. I was there remember?" Logan said turning a glare on him.
"No," Alec shook his head vehemently. "You got it all wrong," he said, hands on hips.
"Do I?" Logan asked smugly. "The way she went for you-"
"The way she went for me was exactly how she would have gone for any red blooded and maybe any green blooded male had they walked by. She's in heat, Logan," he yelled, hating already where this conversation was going.
"She may be in heat, but the way she reached for you-"
"You were the one who said that you had to beat her off with a chair. And now, what you're jealous because she had the same reaction to me? What was this, Logan, some kind of test?"
Logan looked down at his feet. "She never reacted the same way with me. She didn't want to devour me like she so obviously did with you."
"Jesus Christ," Alec muttered under his breath. "I cannot believe what I am hearing."
"What? Truth hurt?"
"Truth?" Alec screamed with incredulity. "Man you are so far from the truth right now, Logan-"
"Then deny it."
"Deny WHAT?"
"Deny that there are feelings between you two."
Alec stopped, his mouth gaped open, he couldn't believe what Logan was saying to him. Had he been right to think that this was some kind of test? No. He didn't think that that was how it had started out. Logan's voice showed just how concerned he was when he had rang Alec earlier that evening. But just what was going through the older man's mind right now was a mystery to Alec. His off base comments had really thrown him for a loop.
"I thought so," Logan whispered when, Alec too caught up in analysing everything that had gone on this evening, failed to answer.
Alec walked up to Logan and put his face right up and close to his, "I'm only going to say this once, and I'm trying real hard not to kick your ass from here to Sunday only because you must have had one hell of a shock today, or gotten a blow to your own head, or whatever, 'cause you're obviously not thinking straight, but... Max is in heat. She can't control herself. She didn't choose me over you, she isn't in her right mind at the moment, which should be obvious by the fact that she went after you, the love of her life, who she knows damn well she can't touch because she would kill you!" He finished with yelling.
Logan stood and nodded his head.
But by this time Alec was well and truly pissed off. Walking over to Logan's makeshift bar, he helped himself to a scotch not unlike the one Logan had just finished. "You know, not everything is about you, Logan. Did you ever stop to consider that for a second?" He took a long drain of the liquid. "She's probably never going to forgive herself for that one little slip, that one kiss between us. Come tomorrow, she'll be so hard on herself, consumed by guilt, wracked by grief, not able to look herself in her eye, not able to look at you. So you just keep on feeling sorry for yourself, 'cause we know that's the most important thing," he snarled.
Alec took another long sip of his scotch. In the now still of the apartment he could hear Max's movements from the bathroom. She was definitely having a rough time of it. Turning ever so slightly, Alec was assailed by another waft of her scent, and try as he might he couldn't stop himself from breathing her in.
"So what do we do now?" Logan asked, his question redirecting Alec's attention away from Max for the time being.
"What?"
"What do we do to help *her*? After all this isn't about me, remember?"
"We do nothing, well, you do nothing. I'm leaving," Alec said, then drained his glass and put it on the sideboard.
"Is that it? Do nothing? You're leaving?"
"Well, as far as I see it, Logan, you got two choices. You can either leave and stay away until she rides this thing out, or stay and pray she doesn't break out of the bathroom."
"That's your idea of helping her?"
"She's a big girl, Logan. She doesn't need my help. She needs to ride this thing out."
"And what if she can't? What if you leave and then I leave and then she gets out? What if she tries to go home and can't control herself along the way and jumps the first guy she meets."
"Hey, it happens." Alec said in a rather nonchalant way, trying to state the obvious to Logan.
"And you'd be okay with that? Huh? You say that she won't forgive herself in the morning for kissing you, and yet have you thought about how she would feel if we left her alone, and she was to leave here and jumped a total stranger? Just how wracked by guilt would she be then, Alec?"
"Her heat is not my problem!" Alec turned sharply on Logan yelling into the other man's face.
"Her heat is everyone-who-cares-about-her 's problem. And I know you do, care about her, that is."
"You over estimate me. Haven't you heard? I only care about myself."
"That's what you'd like everyone to think. But I know you better than you think I do. You care about Max."
Alec shook his head. "You wanna know just how much I *care* about her? Hey Logan? I care about her so damn much, that right now all I'm capable of thinking about is marching down to that goddamn bathroom, ripping her clothes off and burying myself so deep inside of her that she'd be impaled on me. That's how much I *care* about her!" Alec barked. He stopped and paused to look in Logan's eyes, his breathing ragged as he fought for control.
"Well then, maybe you should," Logan said softly.
"What?"
"It could be a possible solution for all our problems."
End of part 4
Author's Note:
Okay if that last part didn't intrigue you then you had better bail now. This story has taken a little evil turn. It may not be what you think it may be. I have written the next few parts and I don't recall ever reading anything that has a similar storyline, so I think what I have come up with is pretty unique. It can still go both ways ie. M/L or M/A and I don't think it is outside the realm of possibilities if you think about the characters and just what they have gone through and what they are going through. To me it is more believable than any of the babyfics out there but hey, whatever floats your boat. Having said that it is fanfiction. Some of you WILL not agree with where I have taken this story. Others will. Just keep an open mind and enjoy the ride is all I ask. But if it is going to make you cringe, bail now.
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