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!!!!

Author's note 2: The beginning of this chapter is just Max arguing with herself, hopefully it's clear who's who. The Max not in italics is the 'Max in denial' and the Max in italics is the Max that she's trying to ignore. Ok, I think I'm confusing you all, so I'll just leave it for you to read!

Chapter Ten

'I don't like Alec, I mean come on, cocky, thinks he's God's gift to women Alec? Cindy may be an expert at this sort of thing but she's way off the mark. I mean I love Logan. Completely 100% in love with Logan, there's no other way I'd describe it . . . 'but,' came another voice inside her head. 'But no buts', Max retorted, 'He just gets on my nerves, crawls under my skin and just gets to me. He is completely and utterly annoying and I just see straight through his charms, unlike many airheads. He is in no certain terms, a typical, chauvinistic male . . .'

'But he's not. He's a soldier. An X-5. Under that tough, womanising exterior, is a guy who's been through a nightmare that you can't even begin to imagine. He's not always alright but he stays strong, and that's admirable . . .'

'But his constant showing off, now that's not admirable. I mean Logan is nothing like that, he's smart and funny but . . .but no buts! I love Logan. I do, then why the hell am I thinking of Alec? Coz Cindy says he likes you. Oh right! See I knew it, it's always his fault! He's the only reason I'm confused, he's the only guy who gets me all riled up but why on earth does he affect me this much?

Because secretly you like what he does to you. He puts a bit of fire back into your life. Not to mention the fact that no one has ever done anything as sweet as he did yesterday. I mean you're never gonna forget that are you?'

'No,' Max shook her head.

'Well there you go then, problem sorted.'

"But I love Logan!" Max yelled into the empty room, as she threw a cushion at high speed across the room, knocking off the lamp shade. 'Oops – see all Alec's fault!'

"Come on girl, it's time to party!"

"Cindy, I'd love to but I said I'll help Logan out with some eyes-only stuff tonight."

"Yeah well, he said he were gonna come to Joshua's dinner party," Cindy challenged.

"He forgot."

"So now you're defending him?"

"Ok, ok, I'll come, let me just phone him."

"Well hurry up, coz you need to get ready. Tonight is all about having fun, my girl!"

Max smiled at her best friend, maybe all she needed to do was let her hair down. Everything will seem a lot easier to deal with then. That's what she hoped anyway.

"So what did he say," Cindy asked as they walked into the bar.

"He sounded hurt."

"Hurt? Honey all you're doing is having some fun."

"He thinks I'm doing this in order to spite him."

"Ooh, what did you say?"

"I told him that he had it wrong and that I was sorry but I just couldn't come tonight. And then I put the phone down."

"Well, good for you! Now I say we hit the dance floor!"

"I say let's go!" Max smiled, finally letting loose as she followed OC down.

Max squeezed herself passed all the dancers, to find her own spot but nearly walked into a pretty blond.

"Hey watch where you're going bitch!" she shrieked.

"Sorry," Max apologised.

"Whatever!"

Max felt her temperature soaring, all she had to do was snap the little girl's fingernails and she'd go crying all the way home. But Max, knowing that discretion was the name of her game at the moment, dropped it and walked away.

"What happened there, Max?" asked Cindy as she rejoined her.

"Bitchy Barbie, just got slightly mouthy."

"Hey I've seen her before," Cindy said as she looked at the girl more closely.

Max raised her eyebrows, "you do?"

"Wasn't she . . . oh yeah, I remember, some girl Alec was flirting with the other day."

"I should have known," Max said her face shrivelling with disgust, "I'm gonna get a drink."

"Ok," Cindy said to Max's disappearing back.

The bartender came to a halt in front of Max, "What can I get ya?" The man was fairly old, late fourties and looked as though he had spent most of his life behind a bar.

"Um, yeah, I'll have a . . ."

Max stopped as she realised she no longer had his attention. Following his line of eyesight, her eyes came to rest on none other than bitchy Barbie and friends. They were giggling like embarrassing school girls and her transgenic hearing allowed her to hear every word being said.

"So Gina, has he called yet?"

'Gina – Barbie suits you better.'

"Actually, the son of a bitch called me up this morning!"

'Ooh Alec, what did you do this time?' Max smirked.

"He said and I quote, 'you're a really nice girl Gina but I don't think it's gonna work'", she said, doing a rather miserable attempt of mimicking Alec.

"What!" her friends chirped.

"He said, it wouldn't be fair on me coz, get this, he loves someone else!"

This resulted in a lot of hissing from fellow companions. Max almost felt the need to join them. 'Great thing to tell a girl! Alec you should know better than that!'

"So I got spittin' mad but he swore he hadn't been two timing, coz the girl he loves apparently doesn't wanna know him."

'Nice to see that not all women have lost their senses,' Max thought silently.

"This girl sounds like she needs a good slap around the face," said another blond.

"Lucky bitch," sighed Gina. "Oh well, never mind, I say we hit the dance floor again!"

"Yeah!" they all whooped.

'Alec in love? Yeah right!' Max felt like laughing, but then she remembered that Alec was only very capable of loving. She had seen him break down over Rachel, right in front of her eyes, and now the same feeling of an almost weightlessness came over her as the bimbo's words sunk into her head.

"the girl he loves doesn't wanna know him"

'Could that mean? No it couldn't . . .'

Max was brought out of her thoughts by a huge hairy hand being waved in her face.

"Excuse me miss," her ears finally heard. "Huh?" her head jerked up to face the old bartender.

"What would you like?" he said emphasising every single word.

"Home"

"Huh?"

"I'm going home," Max said getting up abruptly to look for Cindy and tell her that she had had enough of partying for one night.

A/N 3- I'm sorry if that was slightly random, the whole Gina thing, but I just needed something to help bring Max out of her denial. Although I don't think she's quite there yet. The next chapter sees her getting closer to the truth and it should be up soon. In the mean time, please keep reviewing! Thanks!