Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel, so on and so forth. You know the drill.

Setting: After FN

A/N: Please review. I'd love any ideas you guys have about what should happen in this story. This is kind of a 'what I would do if I was in Dark Angel' story so feel free to give me some input on that. Thanks.

A Normal Girl

Max's POV:

Alec is such an idiot. Who in their right mind decides to raid the fridge instead of getting what they came for and getting the hell out when an alarm is sounding? Men. If they're not thinking with their dick, they're thinking with their stomach.

"I think we should take what we've got and get back to TC." I announce, "It's too dangerous now that you've tipped off the cops."

"First off, I did not tip off the cops. We tipped off the cops. Second, this is perfect. Now the cops will be busy with that place. We're free to have a night on the town." Alec protests.

I open my mouth to explain to Alec how stupid he is, but then I realize that he might be right. As badly as we'd botched that job, the cops definitely would not be expecting us to try any more robberies. God, I hate it when Alec's right.

"You better not screw anything else up!" I threaten, shaking a fist in his face before I stalk off down the street towards my motorcycle.

Alec follows, sliding on the bike behind me. I realize as we speed off and he wraps his arms around my waist that I've grown way too used to him. I try to imagine a day without his infuriating presence, but it's impossible. That's very upsetting. That means that he's actually managed to worm his way into my already FUBAR life. Great. That means I actually care about him. Better never let him know that. There'd be no living with him.

I almost sigh with relief when I spot our second target and pull over. Riding my bike makes me think too much sometimes. Mostly when I'm not going so fast that I need to concentrate on not wiping out.

"Okay, now I know for a fact there's no motion alarms this time. I made a delivery here once." Alec says.

I roll my eyes at him in reply then continue studying the place from a distance. Even from this far away my revved up sight lets me pick out security cameras.

"Come on, Max. Hurry it up. I lifted some stuff that could melt if we keep standing around here all night." Alec whines.

"Shut up. We'll go when I'm ready." but he's aroused my curiosity, "What kind of stuff?"

I watch as a grin spreads across Alec's face and I know that I'm in for it again, but I can't help it. Too much cat in my cocktail. I have to know what he took.

Alec hefts a bag and dangles it in front of me. I grab at it, but he pulls it away.

"Come on, Alec! Let me see!" I command.

"You just want to take what I've rightfully stolen." Alec accuses.

I pause momentarily. That comment sounds vaguely familiar. Only in Logan's voice. And with more sarcasm. Oh, well.

"Don't be an ass. I just want to know what you got."

"Okay. But I'm not sharing." Alec insists.

"Fine." I agree, snatching the sack.

I can feel Alec watching with that smug grin as I examine the contents of his grab bag: beer (that figures), chocolate cake (hmmm, guess he's got a sweet tooth), cheese, bread, chicken,...wait a minute!

"Is that....?" I start to ask, glancing up at him.

"Mine?" Alec finishes, snatching back the bag, "Yep."

"You lifted some actual ice cream and you're not going to share with me?" I ask incredulously, adding a little bit of a pout for effect.

"Well, yeah."

"After all the times I've saved your ass...you owe me!" I protest.

"Like hell! You only had to save my ass because you put it in danger! And besides, I saved your ass that first time with White, but do I ever bring it up?"

"Of course not, you're too busy being an idiot!"

"You're really not winning me over."

"You know what, forget it. This is stupid." I declare and stalk off towards the house.

God damn I hate it when Alec's right.

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