By Northern Star
A/N: THe idea of this story came to something I threatened people over the chat with (Who, in their turn, told me to write it anyways *rolls eyes*). So her it is, the first real chapter of ATS!
Chapter #1 – Ready, set, go-Grey ceiling on the earth
Well, it's lasted for awhile
Take my thoughts for what they're worth
I've been acting like a child-
-Sister Hazel - Your Winter-
Max let out a loud scream as something hit her on the back of her head. She spun around, coming face to face with her attacker. His eyes had a sparkle in them that made her want to tense up and run, but she didn't.
Instead, she grabbed the nearest object and threw it at him with all the strength she could muster. It slammed into his back, and he went down with a loud grunt. Satisfied, she walked over to him and set her boot down onto his chest. Applying some pressure onto it, she bend over him so her head was hoovering above his.
Give up? She taunted the captive man beneath her. Her eyes were sparkling, she was enjoying this.
For a few moments, he closed his eyes as if considering an answer. Then, with a quick shake of his head, he grasped her thin wrists and flipped them over.
he said by the way of an answer. She groaned underneath him, wriggling to get out of his grasp. He let out a laugh at the expression on her face.
After a few more seconds of struggling, he finally released her wrists and let her go. She sat up, and gave him a slight glare. He mockingly laughed, and stood up, holding his hand as a gesture of peace. She took it and he pulled her up.
As she stood in front him, she glanced over his shoulder, looking at the place she used to call the living room. All the pillows had been torn of the couch, and when she looked around her a few cd's lay scattered over the floor, obviously from her crash into the wooden cupboard earlier.
Remind me to never skip sparring again, she said with a laugh, averting her eyes back to his face again. He shrugged his shoulders, and gestured at the kitchen, We still have something to finish.
She screwed up her nose, she started heading towards the kitchen, kicking a pillow out of the way.
Since when do you care? He challenged her, reminding them both of a time of no emotions, and hidden love.
Hmm, Ames, let's see, She turned back, a mischievous smile appearing on her face, and for a few moments he considered if he should step out of the way, but his thought processes took him too long, and he found himself lying on the couch. He stared up at her, opening his mouth to say something, but she abruptly cut him off with a light kiss on his lips.
She jumped off him with a smirk, then headed towards the kitchen. When he didn't follow, she spun around,
Don't we have something to finish?
He nodded, finally getting up from where she'd thrown him. As he walked back into the kitchen, Max was already caught up in her job of doing the dishes.
Should really consider investing in a dish washer,' he sighed, setting the plates and pans back in the cupboards.
To anyone who would've known them 4 years ago, a scene like this would've been ranked high up the impossible chain, even thought of as insane. But, than again, anyone who would've known them 4 years ago had cut off all contact.
Or had been cut off.
He sighed, finally throwing the last forks into the drawer. Max threw the cloth onto the counter, then turned to him.
Got any plans for tonight?
He shook his head, and she smirked, Well, I do.
Since when? He asked, his eyebrow rising in confusion.
Noticing the devilish smile on her face just a second too late, he tried to jump away, but found himself lying on his back – yet again.
Since now, She whispered, but then let out a surprised yelp as he managed to turn the positions, so that she was now lying under him.
Who says I'm so willing to co-operate?
She groaned in protest,
He chuckled, rolling of her and standing up. Without glancing back he moved towards the living room, where he picked up the pillows and threw them back onto the couch. Max followed, picking up the CD's and setting them back.
When they were done, there was a small silence.
Max was the first to speak up again, Do you ever wonder how the hell we got to this?
He nodded, If we went back in time, to 4 years ago, I'd be ripping your throat out the very moment I got you into my hands.
You never knew what the Conclave did to you back then, you practically weren't yourself Well, maybe you were, but Her rambling was silenced by a finger on her lips.
I know that.
Why are you still giving yourself a damned headache thinking over it?
I don't get headaches, he reminded her.
She shrugged, Figure of speech.
In one move she flopped down onto the couch, fiddling with the remote as she turned the TV on, ignoring him completely.
Smart way to close off a topic.
Stop beating yourself up over it and sit down.
He nodded, and sat. She curled up next to him, head resting on his shoulder. A content sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes.
Rough day? He asked, frowning at her eagerness to rest.
Naah. Just tired.
Not going to buy that.
Fine, not my doctor's bill when you start seeing things, She prodded her elbow into his side, before closing her eyes again. With a soft sigh, she slowly ebbed away from reality, not caring if she was leaving Ames in a damned uncomfortable position.
White simply chuckled, and reached for the remote. Quietly switching channels, he looked down at Max again, and, not for the first time in these last awkward years, he remembered how they'd gotten to this point in what used to be a relationship built on fierce hatred
TBC
A/N: How was this relationship build up? What is so important that happened in the past? You'll find out...