AN:I must acknowledge Genetically Enhanced thought of multiple endings before I did and graciously allowed me to borrow her clever idea. Thanks G.E.

Discovery Channel

December 14th 2021

Max was aware of three pairs of eyes staring at her with the hopeful intensity of a cocker spaniel under a toddler's high chair. She turned round her hands on hips and drew in her breath ready to deliver the bad news for two of them.

"Oh alright, god" Max snapped ungraciously.

She looked at them standing in front of her, the two transgenics and the ordinary man who had held a special place in her heart for so long.

She tuned to Mole first. "I'm sorry Mole but I don't love you." she said bluntly. "It was a memorable five minutes that I'd never take back with you though." She winked saucily at him.

Mole grinned and sucked on his cigar.

Then she turned to Logan. "I'm sorry Logan." She said. "But our day in the sun kinda came and went y'know? Besides I'm kinda of a meat and potatoes girl when it comes to copulation you're just a little too fancy for me." Max smiled bravely though she was hating hurting Logan's feeling s. She went on after drawing a quick breath "and I need to be with my own kind Logan."

All the transgenics in the crowd held their breath. Fricking finally, was 452 going to make the decision she should have months ago?

"I need to be with you Alec." She mumbled brokenly staring at the male she knew had loved her ever since she had kicked him in the guts in a Manticore breeding cell.

"You had me at 'Oh alright god' Maxie." Alec smirked. He strode towards and picked her up so she lay nestled in his arms her hands round his neck.

"Way to go little fella way to go!" Joshua yelled in excitement.

Commander Fraser offered to marry them and an hour later everyone crowded into the Nome Nugget Hotel.

A kindly local Inuit had offered Max a wedding costume made of Polar bear fur (which fortunately had a hood so Max could hide her hair) and Zane had made her a bouquet of Poinsettia's, African violets and spider plants commandeered from the pot plants of grateful liberated Nome residents.

Bugler played here comes the bride on his bugle as Max walked in on Zane's arm.

Alec stood waiting with Joshua beside him as his best man. Alec held his breath at Max's loveliness.

Commander Fraser cleared his throat as he looked at the soldiers both transgenic and Canadian, handcuffed Alaskan National Guard members sitting on the floor, curious Nome Nugget bar staff and Sketchy photographing everything.

"Allied troops, citizens, prisoners we are gathered here today in Canadian United Northern Territory to join this man and woman together in marriage."

Max and Alec joined hands carefully. Alec's hands were still sore from putting out Max's hair, then driving huskies back to Nome and then heroically playing a piano accordion to help save Bugler.

Commander Fraser went on "The power of love can be very frightening. But Max and Alec have found it with each other here in the far North."

Mole blew his nose suspiciously. Logan looked miserable. Joshua looked ecstatic. Zane and Captain Dudley looked equally bored they hated weddings they were such a chick thing.

"Alec do you take Max to be your wife."

'I do." smirked Alec stroking Max's hand.

Fraser turned to Max. "Max do you take Alec to be your husband?"

"I do." stated Max firmly.

"Well with the authority invested in me as the Canadian Liberation Infantry Troops Commander of Nome I pronounce you husband and wife. Please don't kiss each other too long, we are still in the middle of a potential combat situation."

Alec forced his mouth down on Max's lip hard his teeth drawing a bead of blood. He licked it off triumphantly then forced his bleeding palm in Max's mouth. Alec felt confident in his Panther DNA cells that he had marked her as his mate. It seemed more socially acceptable than pissing on her in front of everyone too. He looked round, damn all the ordinaries present looked like they were going to throw up.

February 17th 2022

Max gave birth in her and Alec's cabin on the outskirts on Nome. Alec was based there permanently as part of the Canadian Occupation Friendly Force. To her annoyance Alec had invited Normal up in case anything went wrong in labour. For a midwife Max had coincidentally the same Inuit woman who had lent her wedding costume.

Alec and Normal spent the evening playing cards while Max laboured in the bed room holding O.C.'s hand. O.C. had come up with Normal to help support Max and stay with her for a week. Max had insisted Alec stay out of their bedroom when she gave birth because she had heard it put some men off having sex with their wives and Max so wasn't risking that.

At last her little girl was born and Alec was taken in to see his cleaned up wife holding her cleaned up clone.

"Don't take this the wrong way Maxie" said Alec tenderly cuddling the tiny infant he was going to raise as his daughter. "But let me name the baby huh?" he looked at the little helpless being in his arms knowing he must save it from some crap name like Blanket, Taser or Apple.

"Oh god alright" Max sulked "Anything but Rachel or Asha."

"Cynthia." Alec said quickly while Max was tired out from child birth. "After O.C. it's normal Max."

"I thought Normal was called Regan." Max said confused falling asleep.

"No normal as in ordinary she can sign forms with it and not get laughed at." Alec explained. He kissed the baby girl on her head. Boy this kid owed him already.

Epilogue

May 8th 2029

Downtown Nome

Max sat in the dentist chair tapping her fingers impatiently. She was meant to be at home organising Alec's surprise 30th birthday party at the moment and instead she was stuck at the dentists.

Why was she here? Because of the spawns of Satan her four year old twin boys' that was why. She had been decorating Alec's cake when suddenly she had heard Cynthia scream "Mom, mom come quick!"

Max had dashed in their log cabin living room to see that Harley had built a guillotine out of his Lego set and a carving knife and was about to try it out on his brother Davidson.

She had grabbed Davidson out of the way in time and yelled at Harley in relieved fright. Harley a short tempered little boy (always frustrated because his intelligence outstripped his physical abilities sometimes) had smashed his little transgenic fist into the Lego guillotine and such was his strength, the handle of the carving knife had flown up and broken Max's two front teeth. She couldn't dodge because Davidson was trying to twist out of her grasp.

She could hear the twins kicking up merry hell in the waiting room fortunately the receptionist was an X6 and could handle them.

Max's mouth throbbed. She was slutted because she'd bled all over a new sweater and on Alec's Mountie salary and her pittance she got for being the transgenic representative in Alaska, new sweaters didn't come her way that often. There was a sizeable community of transgenics in Alaska. It turned out that's where most of the X4's had fled to. They looked more human than the freaks and more animalistic than the X5's and had thus blended in perfectly with the Alaskan general population.

The dentist gave her an injection to numb the pain and Max found herself thinking about what sons with Logan would have been like. Probably Cale genes would produce nice gentle little boys or maybe they would have had girls. A household of little girls that would have been nice Max mused.

"Max darling." Logan said "Wake up sweetheart. "We need to attend the girls' ballet recital."

Max started and looked around. She was lying in an Egyptian cotton dressing gown on Logan's four poster bed. Logan opened her wardrobe door for her. It was overflowing with designer clothes.

Max pulled on a dress that would have cost Alec's monthly salary and a pair of shoe's that would have cost two months of her salary and went into the living room. Max could see heaps of school trophies for her clone Maxina on the sideboard but there were none for her twin girls with Logan, Beatrice and Victoria. No hold on there was a certificate for Beatrice having a lovely smile in assembly. The twins only looked a year younger than Maxina too what was going on?

Max realised that her DNA with Logan's had produced very ordinary children. The girls came out and Max after engaging in conversation with the brown haired short sighted cuties realised they were sweet but thick.

Maxina sneered in contempt at her little sisters as they skipped off downstairs to join their father in the car. Max told her to get that look off her face.

"What do you care what I look like Mommy." Maxina said to her older clone rudely. "Doesn't Uncle Zack get all your attention these days?"

"What?" Said Max stunned.

"I saw you Mother." Maxina informed Max contemptuously. "I came back from my violin lesson early and you were kissing Uncle Zack in his car in the basement car park. I went through your computer and found out all your tennis lessons are really just when you're cheating on Dad with Uncle Zack in cheap hotel rooms." Maxina looked at Max in hatred. "I've heard your phone calls with Aunt Syl. You need a transgenic,blah blah Dad doesn't do it for you blah blah. I hate you Mommy."

Maxina ran downstairs sobbing.

Max looked at herself in the mirror. God this was all a terrible dream.

"Ms Guevara." The dentist said shaking her awake "In dreamland there Ms Guevara?"

Max sat up drooling. Thank heavens it had all been a bad trip. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw her million dollar smile was back in place. Thank God for free Canadian United Northern Territories dental care.

She checked her hand and took off her gold wedding band Alec had got her on their first wedding anniversary she saw inscribed 494 452 14/12/21 inside and breathed a sigh of relief.

Max entered the reception where Cynthia had her nose buried in Lord of the Rings and the boys had the colouring paper and crayons and were designing a rocket launcher made from parts of the McDowells washing machine.

Cynthia looked at her mother with her normal sweet smile and Max felt a wave of relief it could all have been so different.

The twins sprang up and hugged her. "I'm sorry Mommy." Harley apologised.

"I should think so." said Max sternly. "But Mommy's fine now, let's go back home and blow up balloons for Daddy's party huh?"

AN: Hope you're happy now Norcal