Triangle

Disclaimer: I don't own them coz if I did, then there would be a third season! Rating: PG Summary: Max, Logan and Alec – join the dots Pairing: M/L/A Author's note: I'm not particularly good at writing fanfics but I enjoy them, so why the heck not hey? This is my third DA fic but the first one I'm putting on the net, so please read and review!!!!

Chapter Seven

"So have you talked to Logan?" asked Cindy shutting her locker door.

"He paged me about four times."

"And you haven't talked to him?"

"Why should I?" Max said indignantly, as she sat down on the bench.

"Well, maybe there's a perfectly good reason as to why he didn't show up yesterday."

"Ok, ok, fine. I'll go over later but I still have every right to be mad."

"Mad, Maxie? No you're just slightly eccentric and permanently pissed, that's all." Max looked up to see the grinning Alec. Normally, she'd be kicking his ass right about now. Normally.

"I wonder why?" Max said getting up from her seat.

"As much as I'd be honoured to be the one responsible for your usual state of mind, I think you were just born like that Maxie." This time she whacked him.

"Owww!" he moaned. OC just laughed. She hadn't seen these two play fighting in ages and to be honest it was a great relief. Her quiet moment for reflection, however, was short lived.

"If these packages don't disappear in the next ten seconds, YOUR JOBS WILL!" came the very unwelcome yells from Normal.

Grabbing their bikes, all three of them reluctantly collected the packages from the front desk and headed out of Jam Pony. 'One day, Normal, one day . . .' Max thought silently as she mentally flicked through all the possible methods of revenge she could use.

"So have you talked to Logan?" asked Alec as both he and Max got back on to their bikes after delivering their last package. He had debated bringing the topic up but he just couldn't help himself. It wasn't as if he was programmed to annoy her and say the wrong things, it just sort of happens without him even trying. Surprisingly though this time, Max didn't appear to be irritated as she just looked at him blankly whilst fastening her helmet, "No."

"Oh," was all Alec could say.

"I was actually gonna head over there now," Max said as they moved out of the street. Riding side by side down the road, they continued their conversation.

"You don't sound like you want to." Max sighed, "I just don't want to be in a position where I'm angry at him."

Alec clearly surprised she was still talking to him about Logan, tried his best in providing unfamiliar support, "Maybe something really important came up," he offered.

Max shook her head, "he would have phoned."

"But I mean he's been paging you."

"Exactly," Max snapped. "It's not as if he was involved in an accident or something."

"Well you don't know that."

"Either way, I'm not looking forward to this, coz right now, I'm just so damn angry that I might just . . ."

"Whoa! Maxie, Calm down. I think I better come with you."

"You don't need to."

"Oh I think I do. We wouldn't want anything to happen to lover-boy now would we?"

Max screeched to a halt. It was only after Alec had gone a couple of metres that he realised Max was no longer beside him. Stopping, he turned back to look at Max. She was still seated on her bike, both feet either side to keep her balanced, her arms folded across her chest and with a face that said it was looking for blood.

"We are not like that!" she growled.

Alec wanted to laugh but if he also wanted to remain amongst the living, he was going to have to retain himself.

"Ok, ok, you're not like that!"

Max glared at him before moving up next to him.

"I'm still coming though," he said not looking at her.

"Fine," Max snapped.

Max stood staring at the apartment door whilst Alec stood fidgeting beside her. Looking from Max to the door, he realised he was going to have to do the deed, otherwise they would be standing here for the next ten years. Sighing, he reached his arm up and knocked twice on the door.

"Door's open, come in," came the familiar voice. Alec stepped in front of Max to open the door and allowed her to enter first.

"Hey guys!" Logan smiled, walking out of his study. "So you got my page then?" he asked Max.

Max nodded, mustering a weak smile.

"What's wrong?" asked Logan frowning.

Max wanted to scream but she remained utterly calm.

"Nothing's particularly wrong, it's just, well you know, you missed out on a fantastic dinner last night."

"Oh my God, Max!" Logan exclaimed moving forward. "I totally forgot. I was caught up in doing something for the S1W and I completely forgot. I am so sorry."

"The S1W?" asked Max not quite believing her ears.

"Um yeah, Asha came round yesterday with these files and it just completely slipped my mind."

Still calm, Max asked provocatively, "And this would have nothing to do with your reluctance to come in the first place?"

"God, no Max, I swear, I just forgot, I am so sorry!" Logan pleaded.

"Whatever, Logan."

"Max . . ."

"I've got to go," she said turning and marching straight out of the apartment.

"Max . . ." Logan called after her again but he was just left by himself, alone in the apartment. Well, not quite alone. Alec still hadn't moved. Logan looked up at him, expecting an onslaught but all he received was a trademark smirk. Happy with his perfectly calm reaction, Alec turned and left to follow Max.