Disclaimer: The plot is the only thing that belongs to me.
Pairing: M/A
Setting: Season 2-nothing happened with FN, or those freaky runes.
Spoilers: Season 2
Rating: Not really sure. PG-13. Some language.
Summary: After Beacon.
A/N: REALLY short update. I'm sorry; I seem to have a case of writer's block. Sigh.
"Alec, thank you."
"Huh?"
His tousled head was buried in her shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around her. Max shifted.
"For last night. It means a lot that you cared."
Alec blinked. A compliment was a rare thing from Max, even if they were friends-or, at least whatever he was to her; sometimes he couldn't be too sure.
"It was no problem." He said softly. "Just helpin' out a friend."
"Still, you didn't have to." She looked up at him-Alec was floored by the intensity and sincerity of her eyes. They were sparkling, and so full of emotion, and ----
"We should get off the couch." Max sighed, gently detaching his arms from her waist.
"Hmm, don't wanna," He teased, with a sexy smirk, but complying and standing up, stretching.
Sexy?? Where on earth did that come from?
You know he's always been sexy. The man is practically sex personified, you know. A traitorous voice suggested.
He's my friend. And besides, I love Logan-
Or do you? An imaginary eyebrow was raised. Maybe you just use it as a safety net.
Argh, stop it. Alec. Is. My. Friend.
"You know, Max, talking to yourself is the first signs of madness."
What the- I must have said that last part out loud."Alec."
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"You know, I've been waiting for you to say something like that. Did you realize that you haven't said a single derogatory sentence to me the whole night? I'm impressed. You must be expanding your vocabulary. "
"Whatever, Alec. We have to get to work."
"YOU may have to, missy miss, but I, for one, can laze around as late as I want."
"Courtesy of the gladiator suit," Max muttered. "Again, whatever. If I have to get to work this early, so do you."
He rolled his eyes. Only to see Max's arms coming around him in another hug.
"Thanks," She breathed in his ear. "But don't you dare tell anyone at work about how mushy I was."
His lips curved into a smile as he hugged her back. "Consider it done."
"Boo, you home?" The door slammed open to reveal one Original Cindy. "Cause if yo' gonna be late to work again, this girl's NOT coverin' fo' your sorry ass-" She paused in her tracks, jaw dropping open. "Boo. You tell me just what happened the night OC went to her honey's house and left you unsupervised."
Max rolled her eyes. "Nothing, Cindy." She started to get her bag, but grimaced, looking down at her rumpled clothes. "I'm gonna change," She announced. "You just get pretty boy's ass over to work."
OC arched an elegant eyebrow, about to comment-but Max had already slammed shut the door to the bathroom, and the sounds of a shower could be heard.
"Thank you for using Jam Pony." Max grabbed her clipboard, shoving it in her messenger bag. The white-haired old lady stared at her with startled eyes behind thick, brown-rimmed glasses, but the brunette had straddled her bike, pushing off with one foot. Shaking her head, the lady moved to close the door. "Young people nowadays," She grumbled to herself. "Never do anything slowly."
Catching the lady's comments with her genetically enhanced hearing, Max smirked. Poor old people; they were always so hung up over what was there before the Pulse and complaining about how stuff was going all downhill. But then, what wasn't? She could not imagine a time when you could just walk into a store and see a row of- say, chocolate bars that you could buy for less than the outrageous price nowadays.
She was startled as her pager buzzed. Sighing, she turned her bike around without even looking at the display. Logan, of course.
"What's up?" She asked wearily, stepping into the posh penthouse. "I have to get back to work soon." Eyes Only, as usual, was seated in his computer chair in front of -gasp the computer!! Sometimes she wondered if he actually had any other hobbies. Oh wait, does cooking pasta and a penchant for chess count? He was pathetically bad at chess. She rolled his eyes. Logan, being who he is, missed the bored look on her face completely.
"I've got a lead," He said excitedly. "On one of Manticore's scientists. He might be able to produce a cure!" With his eyes so wide that you could see the white all around, his mouth hanging open, and with him panting heavily, you would think that he just ran five miles. Rolling her eyes yet again, Max lost herself in thoughts of how she could have admired this man when she met him-WAIT. Did he just mention the cure?
I should be happy about this, and yet I'm not. Not really. Her brows drew down and she frowned.
Logan blinked. "Aren't you happy for us, Max? I mean, we've got the cure!"
"Possible cure." Max corrected. "We'll have to see if your lead is-"
"Of course it's accurate! This is information from the-"
Eyes Only Informant Net, blah blah, woof woof. Sometimes I don't get how he can repeat the same sentences over and over without noticing that he was being overly boring, and redundant. Be careful, Max! She mimicked inside of her head. Eyes Only has a lead on a criminal who has been depriving citizens of Seattle of – Sighing, she resigned herself to the fact that this was going to be a long speech. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she stopped short. I'm supposed to be in love with the man! She chided herself. The least I can do is listen to him, especially seeing as he might have found someone who could help us with our little problem-namely, the fact that he'll die if I touch him; not exactly the most poetic situation.
"But White has him, he-"
"Hey Max, Logan." Alec interrupted, opening the wooden door and poking his head from behind the sliding glass that separated Logan's study from the rest of his house.
Huh? What's he doing here? Should be interesting to see how this plays out…