A/N: I'm soooooo sorry it has been so long between updates for this story! But I'm coming to the end of uni for the semester (one last assignment that is nearly finished! YAY!). Anyway, I know this is very short when compared to all my other chapters, but I wanted to get something posted so that the people how have been asking for it, know that I haven't forgotten! (And I really haven't, the end is written and everything, just not the rest of the middle!).
Must thank Callie and Rowe for reading it and pointing out my always stupid mistakes! Thank you so much to everyone who keep at me for this (*cough* Choca *cough*). I hope you all enjoy it! ~Mel
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THE MR EXPERIENCE - CHAPTER FOUR
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Max opened her eyes slowly, the morning light stealing away her rare chance of slumber. But she forgave it when she saw his eyes, focused on her own. "Hey." She smiled softly.
"Hey yourself." He returned the smile and brushed her hair away from her face. "Sleep well?"
Before Max could reply, she heard the ring of her cell phone. She glanced across the bed to see it lying on the table next to Alec. She groaned as the tune continued and leaned across him to get the phone. He quickly grabbed it and flipped the cover open.
"Max's phone?" He grinned cheekily at her as she continued to try and get the phone from him. "Hey Josh buddy. Yeah, sure thing."
Alec flicked his wrist and pointed the cell in Max's direction. "It's for you."
"Well duh!" She gave him a shove which produced one of the biggest lip pouts she had ever seen. "Max here."
She gave him another quick shove, this time causing him to slip off the bed. Alec grumbled as he moved himself off the floor, only to come face to face with a ghostly white Max.
"What?…When?…Now?!" Alec's forehead creased with sudden confusion as Max's pitch got higher. "Well try and stall him Joshua! Please!"
Max slapped the flip shut and turned to Alec blankly.
"What is it Max?"
It was as though someone had suddenly blasted 3000 vaults into Max's body as she began to move with speed that only a transgenic could achieve.
"You have to go." She wrapped the bed sheet around her and gathered Alec's clothes off the floor, throwing them at him piece by piece. "You have to go now!"
Alec placed the clothes on as he received them. Max started to search for her own to do the same. "Why Max? What's going on?"
"Logan's on his way here. He can't see us together."
"Why not?" Alec stopped mid shirt placing, the material stretch across his shoulders, waiting to be draped over his head.
"Because I'm not supposed to be with you Alec. I'm supposed to be with Logan." Max zipped her fly and scurried around for her top.
"Oh God, don't tell me you've suddenly realised that you mixed us up again, because I don't know tha-"
"No! No, I don't mean that." Max moved towards him. "It's just that Logan says he has information to help us and information is what we desperately need right now. I'm not thinking for myself here Alec, I'm thinking for everyone in TC. We need his help."
Alec bent down and picked up Max's shirt and moved the material through his fingers. "So does this mean that last night was it? No more?"
Alec couldn't believe what he was saying. He was generally the first to leave after a night like he and Max had shared. Although no night before had ever been quite like that. He handed the shirt to her, making eye contact after she placed it on. She moved forward, "If it does I'll kick your ass."
She was smiling almost wickedly at him and his face beamed. He felt like such a goof. Max inched a little closer. "It just means we have to keep it quiet. Just between you and me…and Joshua now it seems."
Alec shuffled forward and placed his hands on her hips. "Secret midnight rendezvous?" He bobbed his head from side to side. "I can live with that. For now."
Max laughed slightly and moved her face forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips. She was ready to do a whole lot more when she heard the door click open. Alec suddenly felt her arms wrap around his waist and she lifted him into the air, throwing him over her shoulder, her face wincing as she heard him crash to the ground.
"Max is everything ok?" Logan came running forward, a picnic basket in his hands. "What's he doing to you?"
Max looked at Logan with a fake gleaming smile. "Oh I'm fine, just ah, going over some of the ah, necessary training manoeuvres with Alec. For the mission."
"Oh I see." Logan nodded his understanding.
Max held a hand out to Alec, who was grinding his teeth and giving her a death stare. Her features scrunch and she mouthed her apology, but Alec just grunted as he lifted himself to his feet. He brushed himself off and stared at Max in annoyance. Logan pushed between the two and placed his basket on the ruffled covers.
"So will there be a lot of training needed for the mission?" Logan removed his glasses and cleaned them on the corner of his shirt.
"Yes." Max pipped up, giving Alec a quick smile. "A lot of training. We need to have everything perfect."
"And will there be anybody else having to join you for this training?"
"No, we're pretty good at going it alone." Alec couldn't help himself. The smirk moving across his face far outweighing the wideness of Max's eyes.
"It's been decided that it's a two man job." Max stepped in, wanting to slap Alec across the head. "Less muss, less fuss."
Alec almost laughed as she echoed his words from the previous day.
"Right," Logan looked up disappointed. "Because I thought that maybe we could have had lunch today. Just the two of us."
Max fidgeted slightly. "That sounds really great, but we were kind of going to continue to go through the mission plans. I need to bring Alec up to speed on everything."
"Well, you can do that over a bite to eat can't you? I'm sure I have enough for the three of us if needs be."
"Sure." Max nodded as she lied through her teeth. "Sounds perfect."
"Great. So any suggestion for a nice place to go eat?" Logan lifted the picnic basket up and tapped it's side.
"Ahhh." Max looked across at Alec and quickly raised her eyebrows. "There aren't exactly a lot of choice locations in Terminal City. Pretty much just wasteland."
"Well I'm sure we'll find somewhere suitable."
"Yeah, I'm sure we will." She scratched behind her ear for a moment. "Do you mind if we do it in say," she looked at Alec, "an hour or so? We're a little hot a sweaty from the training and it'd be nice to shower first."
Alec nodded, his eyes staying on Max, "Yeah, I really need that shower."
Logan remained completely oblivious to what was really being said. "Alright then. I'll find somewhere to set this all up and contact you after? You have a cell I can reach you on?"
"She has a pager."
Alec stepped forward and pulled the device from his jeans pocket and dropped it on the bed, undetected by Logan. Max picked up the device and held it before her.
"Yep, see. My pager, you can contact me on my pager."
"What's the number?" Logan removed a pen from his shirt pocket?
"Ahhh." Max flipped the pager over and searched for a number.
"It's 555-469-403." Alec spoke again, Logan looking at him suspiciously.
Max laughed, "I'm sorry, I'm terrible with numbers sometimes."
"I thought transgenics were supposed to have good memories?" Logan looked between the two of them.
"Oh we do. Mine's just a little skewiff at the moment. So much going on around here."
Logan smiled, "Of course it is. Well I guess I will see you in about sixty minutes. I'll be sure to beep you."
"Ok." Max gave another fake smile. This was starting to hurt her face. Max had rarely smiled and faking it was just so much harder.
"Catch you later buddy!" Alec gave Logan a mocking wave as he left the room, waited for the door to close behind him and turned to Max. "Ouch by the way."
"I know, I'm sorry, but it was all I could think of doing."
"You know you're going to have to make up for that?"
Max smiled sheepishly, this time it was natural and easy. "Well we have sixty minutes."
Alec chuckled, "Think he's got a stop watch?"
"Wouldn't surprise me. What was with the pager?"
"Easier to ignore then a cell phone." He bounced his eyebrows.
"Ah I see."
"Well sixty minutes isn't the longest time, but it's enough for that shower."
Max took his hand and mimicked his eyebrow dance, "Follow me."
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Logan found a fairly quaint spot about four blocks from Terminal City headquarters. It certainly was no beachside restaurant, nor a mountain top, but it would suffice for now. That wretched Alec was coming anyway, so there would be little chance for romance that day.
He set out the picnic and he was proud with how it looked. Particularly his muffins. He'd done an amazing job with those. Logan lifted his shirt sleave and inspected the time. 59mins 49secs…
50...51...52...53...54...55...56...57...58...59...
60 minutes.
Logan removed his cell phone from his pocket and dialled.
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The pager sat on the bench top doing a vibrating dance to it's own tune. Muffled voices could be heard from the next room as steam rose from below the door.
The pager danced it's way off the table…
