Okay so one person asked for a sequel and I thought about, never had there been more plans for this little story than the day after they saved her. I just wanted to get Max back into Logan's arms. Explore one of the characters' What If's….Then I went to bed right after reading that and I started thinking maybe an epilogue might not be too bad. Okay I got an idea stuck in my head and it wouldn't go away. So I wrote this part the next day, it's totally not necessary to the story. I don't have any more written beyond this part of the epilogue so if you want any more, then you have to reply to this one…
So if you do want more there will be a few parts to this, each probably not too long, but little glimpses into what happened them. Italics mean it's a part memory and not something Alec knows. Yea thought about doing the whole, you're not really sure who's watching them, then I decided it's just too much effort and I know people enjoy envisioning Jensen since like every damn story on this page is about Alec (Is it a little obvious I want a ML story to read?).
"I've got a delivery for a Mr. Alden"
He almost smiled when he heard her voice, his glass stilled for brief moment.
"Looks like the papers have arrived" Thomas Alden the 70 year old gentleman Alec was doing business with said as he stood, "I'll be right back"
"I need your signature right here"
He allowed himself to smile this time at her chipper voice.
"Thanks"
He heard the door shut and Alden reentered the room, "That was quick. What service did you use?"
"Jam Pony, most reliable, which isn't saying much. Cute girl though" he said almost as an afterthought as he sat.
He followed her from Jam Pony to outside of the building which housed the Seattle Times. She was still dressed in her work clothes, black lose carpris, three quarter maroon top covered by a black vest, her bag slung across her back. She paced and looked at her beeper, she looked at it three times in five minutes. He gave a small laugh over her impatience. She turned every time the doors opened and finally her waiting was rewarded and she smiled.
The hazel eyes focused in close, at first unsure that this had been the same man he had given her back to last year. Logan was dressed in a gray suit and smoky blue tie, his hair shorter and styled, eyes framed by neater glasses, he was completely unrecognizable as the man that had gone after Max last year, if it weren't for how Max smiled at him, Alec would have never believed it was him.
His eyes narrowed and focused on their mouths.
She pouted and pretended to be angry "You're late"
He laughed as his smile widened "Five minutes," he said looking down at his watch.
"I got a job"
She turned and made a face, had she heard him right? "You got a job?"
"Yea, you know one of those 9-5, paycheck every two weeks , insurance."
She stopped him before he went on, "Yea I'm aware of what a job is since I've been the only one out of the two of us who's had one this whole time. I wasn't aware you knew what one was since you're so fond of keeping me from mine."
He laughed, "Keeping you from Normal, such heartache."
"So how broke are you?"
He knew that was coming, "I'm still far from broke, just thought I should keep it that way."
She wasn't letting this go so easily, "Didn't you stop being a journalist for a reason?"
"Oh you mean the people wanting me dead. I'm going to try to avoid doing that this time around."
She laughed at him
"Ready to go?" he said extending a hand
"You know if we've missed it."
He laughed, "Max, it's a street fair, it's on until 7 and it's two blocks away."
"I don't like you working." she said melting into his side.
"Why because there's no one for you to play hooky with? Why are you still wearing gloves?" he asked looking down at her gloved hand, encompassed by his own.
She looked down, kind of actually surprised to still see the black riding gloves on her hands, "I tried to convince OC all day to fake sick with me." she pouted as she tugged of the gloves.
Alec caught sight of her hand suddenly sparkling and realized his Maxie had gone and married her Logan.
"Marry me" he whispered in her ear as they lay on the couch together spending a lazy day just dozing, talking and listening to music.
Her eyes flickered open, had she fallen asleep?
He felt her body still entirely, her breath stop and he panicked "Max?"
"Did you just…?"
"Ask you to marry me? I think I did." he sounded unsure.
The tension broke, she laughed and turned, straddling him, "Did you not mean to?"
He honestly looked puzzled, "I meant to wait until our anniversary. I was going to do the whole flower, candlelight…" he shook his head. "Sorry I meant to make it more special. I just…" He gave a small nervous laugh, "So what do you say?"
She started to glow and her teasing nature came out, "Do I get a ring?"
"You get a ring if you stand up it's in the closet."
"Why is it in the closet?"
He laughed "Because it's in my shoe since nothing is sacred to you in this apartment."
"I thought you told me to consider it our apartment."
"That was before you decided my boxers, tee shirts and socks were your permanent lounge wear."
She laughed, "Okay I want my ring." she said hitting him.
"Does that mean you're saying yes?" he said grinning
She faked serious, "It means I'm waiting to see the size of the rock."
He laughed, "Should have known better than to get involved with a girl who can tell the clarity without the."
She cut him off, "Where's the ring?"
"Max" he looked her straight in the eyes and then glanced down at her body, "you're sitting on top of me."
"I knew that" she said with a tilt of her head and hopped off.
"So did something happen at work?"
Max shook her head as she retook his hand, "I just wanted to get away."
He paused, she turned to him, "How about I see if I can get us sector passes for this weekend?"
"The cabin?" she said with a smile
He nodded, "It always nice this time of year."
She laughed, "I think anywhere not Seattle and minus the screeching sounds of Normal's voice is nice this time of the year."