WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
EMAIL: hmfergie@charter.net
WEBSITE: webpages. charter. net/ fergus80 (Jensen)
RATING: PG-13 (NC-17 where applicable will be separate)
SUMMARY: Set after Freak Nation. A miss understanding turns into some truth telling and decision making for our transgenic pair.
SPOILERS: Everything!
DISCLAIMER: All Dark Angel characters belong to James Cameron, FOX, etc. etc. etc.
FEEDBACK: Always makes me smile! :)
DEDICATION: To all the Nuns at the Church of Jensen, the Blue Lady, and of course Jensen!
RANT: Okay… I did the stupid thing and watched Freak Nation with the commentary. Can I actually say I'm HAPPY that DA was canceled? Seriously what Cameron and/or what the writers wanted to do…. UGH! So, with that annoyance in my head, I just had to correct a few things, or I couldn't live with myself, whatever this will be (obviously, writing this, before I write my fic) is the result of this huge annoyance. SO… let's see how it goes. ;)
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She then stood up, and watched him. His breathing was even,
but it occasionally rumbled from the congestion in his lungs. The main
thing though was he was asleep. That was the best medicine for any X5.
She walked to door, taking one last glance back. "I'll be back soon." She
said quietly, and shut the door behind her softly.
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His nose twitched slightly, and his face pushed further into the pillow trying to stay with the images that were playing in his mind. Images of dark eyes, full lips, curvy hips… His nose twitched again and he rolled onto his stomach, and groaned lightly as the effect of those images pressed against the mattress. A small giggle rung in his ears bringing him a little more out of his dream state.
She sat on his couch, watching him trying not to wake up. The white sheet twisted around him. His bare back towards her. She tried not to think about what was NOT under that sheet. She tried not to think of the tented fabric she had tried to avert her eyes from before he rolled over. She tried not to hear the groan he made as he had moved onto his stomach, making her let out a slightly nervous giggle. Her brain tried not to ask the question of just who he was dreaming of.
She watched the muscles of his shoulders move, as he tried to pull the pillow more over his face, clinging to what he was dreaming of. She averted her gaze back down to the large bowl of soup steaming in front of her, and stirred it again. The steam rising, making the smell spread through the room. She stirred again, a slightly evil smile on her lips, knowing he could smell it. That it was waking him up.
Max sighed at herself. Here she had been wanting him to sleep. It was the best medicine, but now she was just trying to wake him up. Why? She was bored. She wanted someone to talk to. And everyone else was sick. Well… so was he… but… She sighed again, stirring the soup, and just about jumped out of her skin.
"Are you trying to torture me?"
Her eyes shot up, and then she smiled back at him. "You're awake!"
Alec looked at the bowl of soup, then back up at her. "Well… yeah. You brought that in here… what did you think would happen?"
She grinned, "Took you long enough. Been waiting for over five minutes."
He shook his head as he turned over and bunched the sheet around him even more. "Well… I was really, really deep in sleep." He said with a yawn, rubbing his eyes.
Max nodded, "I could tell. What were you dreaming about that made you so happy?" she asked teasing him.
He stopped, realizing exactly what she meant. *Oh shit.* He tried to think of something, anything… then his cocky smile came up as he blurted, "Why? See something you like?"
She was caught off guard by the comment, but refused to let him see it. "What if I was?"
He swallowed hard, but he didn't have time for a comeback or to really analyze her answer because he started to cough again. She was next to him in a flash, patting his back. A few seconds later, he took a clear breath and waved at her, telling her it was over. Then he spoke, "Thanks."
She didn't say anything but stood up and walked back over to the coffee table. She picked up the bowl and then went back and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes watched her, and then looked inside the bowl. "Did you make it?"
"Why?" She asked.
"Cause I do want to get better."
Her free hand smacked his bare shoulder, and he gave her a hurt look. "I can cook!" He just nodded. "I CAN."
"Need I remind you about that time that you…"
She gave him an evil look, "That wasn't my fault!" He nodded again. "The knob to the stove was broke…"
"Uh huh."
"Alec!" He laughed, until he saw the bowl in her hand start to move over his lap and an evil look in her eye.
"Okay! Okay! You can cook!"
She smiled triumphantly, then admitted, "But I didn't do it. It's from the mess hall. Since almost everyone is sick, their making tons of chicken noodle soup."
He smiled, "Oh good. I'll live then." He saw her eyes widen and he just laughed.
"Well… I was going to feed it to you. But since you are doing sooooo much better. I'll let you do it yourself," she said trying to hand him the bowl.
Alec quickly closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows, putting a hand over his forehead. "Ohhhh, I don't feel so good." He opened one eye peaking at her, and caught her lips trying not to turn up in a smile.
She shook her head at him with a sigh, "Such a little boy." He gave her a small pout, and she closed her eyes. "You're horrible." She opened her eyes again, and he gave her his puppy dog eyes. "Oh will you just stop! You win okay." He smiled. "But only to get you to STOP."
"I can live with that," he said as he propped himself up on the pillows.
She brought up a spoon full and then looked back at him, "Now do I have to make the airplane sounds and everything?"
"Nah… maybe next time."
Max rolled her eyes and brought the spoon up. His eyes widened slightly at watching her lightly blow over the liquid. She misinterpreted the look and explained, "It's still really hot." He nodded, and she then moved the spoon towards him. He opened his mouth, letting the metal come in contact with his tongue, and then closed his lips as she slid the spoon out.
She moved the spoon back into the bowl as she averted her gaze quickly back to the soup. "How is it?"
*Did her voice just quiver?* his brain asked as he responded, "Good."
*Was his voice deeper than usual?* she asked herself as she spoke, "Want more?"
"Yes." His brain continuing, *So much more.*
She brought up another spoonful, her eye following it towards his mouth. Her hand shaking slightly as it started to pass his lips, a couple drops fell from the spoon, splattering on his chest.
His mouth promptly took the spoonful, swallowing it, as his body jumped. She moved the bowl to the nightstand quickly with one hand, as the other grabbed a corner of the sheet, moving it to his chest. "Sorry." She said softly as her hand rubbed the fabric over his skin.
Alec's hand caught her wrist, stopping her movement as she leaned over him. "It's okay." Her dark eyes looked back up at him. "It wasn't too hot. Just… startling."
"Good…" she said looking up into dark hazel pools. "Maybe it would be better if you did it yourself."
He looked down at her, her hand still at his chest, her eyes… where they slightly dilated? He mentally shook himself, *No. No. I'm just sicker than I thought.* Then he responded, "Actually… I'm not that hungry." *For food,* his brain finished.
Her other hand came up to his forehead, "Well at least your temperature is back to normal." He gave her a small frown. "What? What's wrong?"
"I guess I'm not 'hot' anymore." She rolled her eyes at him, and sat up. Then noticed his hand still holding hers. Her eyes went to his, and then he immediately released his hold. His mind was yelling at him to stop all this now. "Well… see I'm getting better. Thanks to you. So now you can go make others feel better."
Was he trying to get rid of her? She was getting sick of the mixed signals he was giving out. "Alec… what the hell is this?"
"What?" He was thoroughly confused.
She shook her head and stood up. "One minute you want me here. The next you want me to leave. Which is it?"
"Max…" He looked down, not really knowing how to answer her. Of course he wanted her there. More than anything. But… the more she stayed, the more he wanted her there. And that was the thing. He had to get to over that. He had to get over her.
She watched him look away from her, and she closed her eyes. In a huff she walked over and grabbed her coat. "Well… you know what. When you figure out what you want. Let me know."
He looked up quickly, "What?" he asked as she slammed the door behind her. He watched the door literally vibrate as his brain tried to figure out exactly what had just happened.
A split second later he was on his feet, the sheet wrapped tightly around him as he was opening his door. "Max!" he yelled but she was already gone. He looked down at the ground, and then leaned against the frame of the door. He wasn't sure what he would have said if she had still been there. He wasn't exactly sure what she was talking about.
Part of him thought she just wanted to stay and be useful by helping him. That his attempts to make her understand that he was okay, and that she could go and not feel obligated to stay were interpreted wrongly. Trying to believe that was all it was.
But that other part of him. That other part that wasn't letting him get over her. Was trying to tell him something else. Trying to tell him she was there for more reasons than he thought. That she had been flirting with him too. That she had been affected as well. He closed his eyes, trying to push those thoughts away. Because they just didn't make sense. They couldn't make sense. Max would NOT be flirting with another man when she was with Logan. And she certainty wouldn't be flirting with HIM. He sighed, and then spun around quickly from a cough beside him.
"I didn't know toga's were IN this time of year."
"Mole… what are you doing here?"
"Well… I was just going back to Headquarters after I dropped something off at my apartment. I do live just a couple doors down from you. Or are you to sick to remember?"
Alec sighed and nodded, "Yes. Yes… I remember." He sighed, he was just… pre-occupied.
He looked at the sheet, looked down the hall, then back to the man in front of him. "So… exactly what type of care did she give you?"
"Mole…" his voice gave a warning as he headed back into his apartment. The reptilian not taking the clue that he didn't want company, or just not caring, he followed behind him.
Alec sighed, grabbed his pants, and gave him an angry look as he headed into the bathroom. Mole sat down on the couch, putting his feet up on the table. "You know… it pains me to say it. It truly does. But the woman…" he shook his head to himself, "has changed."
The door to the bathroom opened, "What?" Alec asked as he walked out in a pair of jeans, and tossed the sheet onto the bed. He put a finger into his ear, twisting it slightly. "What did you say?"
Mole huffed slightly, "You heard me. Don't try and get more out of me." The other man smiled slightly. "She still doesn't deserve you."
Alec rolled his eyes, "Well it really doesn't matter if she does or doesn't, now does it?"
"Wait… 'does' what now?"
He sat down at the foot of his bed after he grabbed his shoes and socks. "It doesn't matter if she 'deserves' me or not. Because we can't be together like that."
Mole sighed, he hated to ask, he really did. He was beginning to wonder if they really had mixed feline into his cocktail, "Why can't you?"
Alec put his last shoe on and stood up looking for his shirt. "What do you mean why?" He found it and quickly pulled on the black T-shirt. "Hello? Logan."
The reptilian shook his head confused, "What does the human have to do with this?"
He threw his hands up in the air, "What doesn't he have to do with this? He's ALWAYS had something to do with EVERYTHING. First it was Max trying to leave Manticore to get back to LOGAN. Then it was the virus that was made to kill LOGAN and keep them apart. Then it was White putting that explosive in my neck and the scientist guy saving me instead of giving Max and LOGAN the cure." He grumbled as he walked over to get his coat, stating incident after incident. "Her wanting me to pull the prize fight because LOGAN had worked so hard on that case… not that two hundred thousand dollars wouldn't have helped out… Noooo."
He shrugged his leather coat on, talking as he did so. "Oh and lets not forget the one most important thing now that they have the cure…" he sighed and sat back on his bed. "LOGAN makes her happy. Not me."
Mole's eyes widened, "Excuse me?"
"You heard me! She's with HIM. You said yourself you saw the change in her. She's actually HAPPY." He looked down. "And no matter what. I can't take that away from her. And I won't be that guy to try and steal her…"
He cut him off. "Alec…"
Alec shook his head, not listening. "So I just need to get over her. I just need…"
Mole stood up, moved across the room, pulling the man to his feet by his shoulders, stopping the other man's ramblings. "You don't KNOW?"
He stopped and looked confused up at him, "Know what?"
"She broke up with the human."
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