You people are making me cry here! You spit on sad little traditions! Throughout my 15 years
of life the red ones have always been there! How can you not spare them 'til last? :(
Don't worry people. We're in the same boat. I'm absolutely terrified of myself also.
Come on people! Does ANYONE eat the red ones last? I'll tell you what. Whoever reviews
(or maybe you should email because of that whole rule-thing, I don't quite get that) who DOES
eat the red ones last will get themselves a nice, happy box of Smarties. When they go
out and buy one.
. . . She just might be out of her mind . . .
. . . And I say: yeah, yeah
Oh man, she's got issues and I'm gonna pay . . .
. . . I don't know why you're messed up . . .
. . . Do me a favour, and check your baggage at the door . . .
. . . Oh man, she's got issues . . .
. . . My god, she's got issues . . .
-Various assorted lyrics from She's Got Issues by The Offspring. Does anyone else find it
amazingly and scarily coincidental that I just happened to be listening to that song when I started
writing this sad little rant?
Annnnyway . . . On with the story.
One more thing first. With the way I keep saying crazy things and going on to say that I'm scared
of and/or disgusted with myself, is anyone else beginning to suspect that I have multiple
personalities? And one of them is insane? (OK, I know, if I have multiple personalities, then I'm
insane anyway. . . .)
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There was a mad rush as Alec was brought into the operating room. Max ran along side of him as
they wheeled him in. She was ushered out of the room as the doctors began to operate.
Max collapsed onto a chair and leaned her head against the wall. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she
hissed, banging her head against the wall with each repetition.
"Max!" OC said, rushing up to her. "You okay, boo?" She sat down next to her. Sketchy sat on
the other side with his arm around her shoulders. Logan stood a distance away, looking worried
as hell, but probably not for Alec.
"Do I look okay?!?" Max yelled. "Sorry . . . I . . . I . . . Sorry. It's just- I was so stupid! I just
stood there and let White SHOOT him!"
"Boo, it wasn't your fault. What do you think you really coulda done? You both were worn out,
beat up, and-"
"Sure, but what was I thinking? That White didn't have a gun on him? What kind of idiot tries to
assassinate two X5s without bringing a gun?" Max slumped down and put her head in her hands,
with her elbows on her knees. "He better be alright, or I'm gonna kick his ass," she mumbled.
"He'll be fine, boo. He's strong, like you."
A while later, Doctor Shankar emerged from the room where they had operated on Alec. "Max?"
she said.
Max's head snapped up. "Is he alright?" -Of COURSE he's alright,- a little voice in her head
nagged at her. -He's ALWAYS alright.-
"He's fine," replied Dr. Shankar. "We're just going to move him to somewhere more
comfortable, and then you can visit with him," she said, even as several nurses wheeled Alec out
of the room.
Max gasped at his appearance. He was out cold, pale from blood loss, covered in bandages with
several tubes attached to his body.
In a haze of worry, Max followed him as he was wheeled to his room. Original Cindy and the
others trailed behind. "Okay, we're just going to get him settled in, you can see him in a minute,"
Dr. Shankar informed them.
"Aiight," OC replied quietly, her voice hoarse.
Max could hear the doctors and nurses rushing around in Alec's room, getting him settled in and
hooked up. They all filed out after awhile, and Max was told she could go in, but not to disturb
him, as he needed his rest.
She sat in a chair at his side and gingerly grasped his hand and kissed it. "Don't you ever do that
again," she whispered, not sounding at all angry, just scared. "Do you have any idea . . ." she
trailed off, with tears spilling down her cheeks. "Do you have any idea how much I need you?"
Max prayed for him to open his eyes and gloat over her admitting that. But of course, he did not.
-He's fine, remember?- the little voice came back asking. It just didn't feel like he was fine. He
had almost died because of her.
***
Logan collapsed into a chair in the waiting room with his head in his hands. He loved Max so
much, and she was obviously hurting, her boyfriend had just been shot. And Logan wanted to
hold her so much, to tell her that everything was gonna be alright, to kiss her forehead and hug
her tightly. But she was no longer his to hold, even if the virus didn't prevent any kind of contact.
"You alright Logan?" Sketchy asked, sitting next to him.
"No," Logan stated. "The woman I love is in love with another man who just got shot, and I
can't even hold her."
"Whoa, whoa! What?!?!?" Sketchy exclaimed. "Max and Alec? Together? Dude, what are you
on, 'cause I want some a that crazy shit! Max and Alec can't even stand to be in the same room
for five minutes!"
"Huh? They're not together? But she-- " Realization hit Logan like a ton of bricks. He got up
and walked Alec's room, fully intending to confront Max about lying to him. She tore his heart to
pieces with a lie to keep him away. He reached Alec's room and opened the door soundlessly.
Max sat beside Alec, holding his hand in hers and sobbing. "Please, Alec," she begged. "Please
wake up, I need you, please."
Logan was shocked. -She needs him?-
"I love you . . ." Max whispered, not even seeing Logan standing behind her.
Logan quietly walked out and shut the door. It looked like the lie had just become the truth.
***
"I love you . . ." Max whispered, and a fresh set of tears rushed down her cheeks.
Alec stirred.
"Alec?" Max whispered.
"Ugh . . . Max?" His eyes fluttered open.
"Yeah, it's me," Max said, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her features.
Alec closed his eyes, still obviously awake.
"Are you alright?" Max asked.
"Of course Max," he replied. "I'm always-- "
Max cut him off. "Alec."
Alec sighed and winced at the pain it caused him. He opened his eyes. "Did I get shot or was I
used as a landing pad for a crashing helicopter?"
"That would be door number one."
"Ah, I see."
The two of them fell into a companionable silence, staring into each others eyes, with Max still
holding Alec's hand tightly.
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~~~I'm finding my way back to sanity again
~~~Though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there
~~~I take a breath and hold on tight
~~~Spin around one more time
~~~And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
~~~'Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
~~~Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
~~~That's alright, alright with me
~~~'Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
~~~And listen to you breathing
~~~It's where I wanna be, yeah
~~~Where I wanna be
~~~I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth
~~~And I'm trying to identify the voices in my head
~~~God wish won't you
~~~Let me feel one more time what it feels like to feel
~~~And break these calluses off of me one more time
~~~'Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
~~~Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
~~~That's alright, alright with me
~~~'Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside your door
~~~And listen to you breathing
~~~It's where I wanna be, yeah
-Lifehouse: Breathing
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I finally got it up and posted! So what do you think?
P.S. I'm working on both "Ain't It Funny" and "It Matters, or Does It?" so expect updates at
some point in the nearish future.
of life the red ones have always been there! How can you not spare them 'til last? :(
Don't worry people. We're in the same boat. I'm absolutely terrified of myself also.
Come on people! Does ANYONE eat the red ones last? I'll tell you what. Whoever reviews
(or maybe you should email because of that whole rule-thing, I don't quite get that) who DOES
eat the red ones last will get themselves a nice, happy box of Smarties. When they go
out and buy one.
. . . She just might be out of her mind . . .
. . . And I say: yeah, yeah
Oh man, she's got issues and I'm gonna pay . . .
. . . I don't know why you're messed up . . .
. . . Do me a favour, and check your baggage at the door . . .
. . . Oh man, she's got issues . . .
. . . My god, she's got issues . . .
-Various assorted lyrics from She's Got Issues by The Offspring. Does anyone else find it
amazingly and scarily coincidental that I just happened to be listening to that song when I started
writing this sad little rant?
Annnnyway . . . On with the story.
One more thing first. With the way I keep saying crazy things and going on to say that I'm scared
of and/or disgusted with myself, is anyone else beginning to suspect that I have multiple
personalities? And one of them is insane? (OK, I know, if I have multiple personalities, then I'm
insane anyway. . . .)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was a mad rush as Alec was brought into the operating room. Max ran along side of him as
they wheeled him in. She was ushered out of the room as the doctors began to operate.
Max collapsed onto a chair and leaned her head against the wall. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she
hissed, banging her head against the wall with each repetition.
"Max!" OC said, rushing up to her. "You okay, boo?" She sat down next to her. Sketchy sat on
the other side with his arm around her shoulders. Logan stood a distance away, looking worried
as hell, but probably not for Alec.
"Do I look okay?!?" Max yelled. "Sorry . . . I . . . I . . . Sorry. It's just- I was so stupid! I just
stood there and let White SHOOT him!"
"Boo, it wasn't your fault. What do you think you really coulda done? You both were worn out,
beat up, and-"
"Sure, but what was I thinking? That White didn't have a gun on him? What kind of idiot tries to
assassinate two X5s without bringing a gun?" Max slumped down and put her head in her hands,
with her elbows on her knees. "He better be alright, or I'm gonna kick his ass," she mumbled.
"He'll be fine, boo. He's strong, like you."
A while later, Doctor Shankar emerged from the room where they had operated on Alec. "Max?"
she said.
Max's head snapped up. "Is he alright?" -Of COURSE he's alright,- a little voice in her head
nagged at her. -He's ALWAYS alright.-
"He's fine," replied Dr. Shankar. "We're just going to move him to somewhere more
comfortable, and then you can visit with him," she said, even as several nurses wheeled Alec out
of the room.
Max gasped at his appearance. He was out cold, pale from blood loss, covered in bandages with
several tubes attached to his body.
In a haze of worry, Max followed him as he was wheeled to his room. Original Cindy and the
others trailed behind. "Okay, we're just going to get him settled in, you can see him in a minute,"
Dr. Shankar informed them.
"Aiight," OC replied quietly, her voice hoarse.
Max could hear the doctors and nurses rushing around in Alec's room, getting him settled in and
hooked up. They all filed out after awhile, and Max was told she could go in, but not to disturb
him, as he needed his rest.
She sat in a chair at his side and gingerly grasped his hand and kissed it. "Don't you ever do that
again," she whispered, not sounding at all angry, just scared. "Do you have any idea . . ." she
trailed off, with tears spilling down her cheeks. "Do you have any idea how much I need you?"
Max prayed for him to open his eyes and gloat over her admitting that. But of course, he did not.
-He's fine, remember?- the little voice came back asking. It just didn't feel like he was fine. He
had almost died because of her.
***
Logan collapsed into a chair in the waiting room with his head in his hands. He loved Max so
much, and she was obviously hurting, her boyfriend had just been shot. And Logan wanted to
hold her so much, to tell her that everything was gonna be alright, to kiss her forehead and hug
her tightly. But she was no longer his to hold, even if the virus didn't prevent any kind of contact.
"You alright Logan?" Sketchy asked, sitting next to him.
"No," Logan stated. "The woman I love is in love with another man who just got shot, and I
can't even hold her."
"Whoa, whoa! What?!?!?" Sketchy exclaimed. "Max and Alec? Together? Dude, what are you
on, 'cause I want some a that crazy shit! Max and Alec can't even stand to be in the same room
for five minutes!"
"Huh? They're not together? But she-- " Realization hit Logan like a ton of bricks. He got up
and walked Alec's room, fully intending to confront Max about lying to him. She tore his heart to
pieces with a lie to keep him away. He reached Alec's room and opened the door soundlessly.
Max sat beside Alec, holding his hand in hers and sobbing. "Please, Alec," she begged. "Please
wake up, I need you, please."
Logan was shocked. -She needs him?-
"I love you . . ." Max whispered, not even seeing Logan standing behind her.
Logan quietly walked out and shut the door. It looked like the lie had just become the truth.
***
"I love you . . ." Max whispered, and a fresh set of tears rushed down her cheeks.
Alec stirred.
"Alec?" Max whispered.
"Ugh . . . Max?" His eyes fluttered open.
"Yeah, it's me," Max said, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her features.
Alec closed his eyes, still obviously awake.
"Are you alright?" Max asked.
"Of course Max," he replied. "I'm always-- "
Max cut him off. "Alec."
Alec sighed and winced at the pain it caused him. He opened his eyes. "Did I get shot or was I
used as a landing pad for a crashing helicopter?"
"That would be door number one."
"Ah, I see."
The two of them fell into a companionable silence, staring into each others eyes, with Max still
holding Alec's hand tightly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~I'm finding my way back to sanity again
~~~Though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there
~~~I take a breath and hold on tight
~~~Spin around one more time
~~~And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
~~~'Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
~~~Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
~~~That's alright, alright with me
~~~'Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
~~~And listen to you breathing
~~~It's where I wanna be, yeah
~~~Where I wanna be
~~~I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth
~~~And I'm trying to identify the voices in my head
~~~God wish won't you
~~~Let me feel one more time what it feels like to feel
~~~And break these calluses off of me one more time
~~~'Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
~~~Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
~~~That's alright, alright with me
~~~'Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside your door
~~~And listen to you breathing
~~~It's where I wanna be, yeah
-Lifehouse: Breathing
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I finally got it up and posted! So what do you think?
P.S. I'm working on both "Ain't It Funny" and "It Matters, or Does It?" so expect updates at
some point in the nearish future.