A/N

These characters DO NOT belong to me at all. Breaking Bad belongs to Vince Gilligan.

Only my OC'S are mine. This is a RATED M story.

I REPEAT RATED M.

In This Life Or The Next

Maxine couldn't believe that after all these years the men that have kept her cooped up finally decided to free her, but in return for her freedom. She must kill...Gustavo Fring. Also known as the drug kingpin, method distributor and cofounder of Pollos Hermanos. Friend to her father. But he frees her and wants her to continue a life she wants. Yet he has doubts about her Identity and wonders If she will be loyal and quiet. But once Maxine meets Mike Ehrmantraut she couldn't help but feel pulled to him. She then has a need to learn from him and perhaps become his protégé.

"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take..."

-Lewis Carroll

Chapter 2: Alone

...Before…

Mike shut Maxine's door and turned to his boss, Mr. Fring. Gus looked from the Max to Mike, "Tell me everything she tells you about her time with the Salamanca's. Take her everywhere you go until you think she is trustworthy." Mike tilted his head. "And what if she's untrustworthy?" Gus looked at Max as she peered through the car window. He smiled slightly and turned back to Mike. "Take care of it."

...Mike's Home…

Max lazily rubbed her eyes, lifting her body away from the door. "We're here kid." She groaned in protest as she unbuckled herself. Her neck stiff from the angle that she slept in on their way to Mike's home. She pushed open the door feeling the chill of the air open up to her warm body. She closed the door behind her smiling slightly. She trailed after Mike up to the property. She looked at his deserted yard. Only bits of dirt and weeds here and there. If she was going to really live with Mike, there's going to be some changes around here. She had a small idea to lighten up the front yard but she frowned slightly not wanting to get her hopes up.

Mike opened the door and stepped inside. Max walked in the house feeling warm and slightly uncomfortable. She turned her head to the left looking into the kitchen. The kitchen was small and a bit cramped. She turned to the right into the living room. The TV seemed a bit outdated but it was still a tv. She looked around a bit more. The couch was old and a bit dusty with a coffee table sitting in the middle of the room with a brown rug underneath. "I like your house. Very cozy." She murmured. He huffed walking away into the hallway. Max stood there unmoving not wanting to do anything without his permission. She stood quietly tapping nervously against her upper arm. "You can sit down you know. No one's going to kill you for sitting on the couch." She chuckled slightly as he walked into the living room. "...Well they almost did kill me for sitting on their couch. I still have some scars..." She laughed nervously. He just stood there watching her as she nervously tapped her pale skin, he sighed heavily and sat on a chair that seemed to be already marked as his. Although everything here was his anyways. "I'll only shoot you if you leave." She smiled at Mike and awkwardly sat down on the couch. "Thank you." She gulped slightly. "It's been awhile since I've sat on a couch, yours is so comfortable." She leaned back into the couch breathing the lingering smell of Mike on the couch.

Mike watched Max smile slightly. He had never seen someone so happy to sit on his couch and it was quite strange. She's gone through a lot, not a lot of people would smile or joke after being abused for so long. "Before we go to sleep I have to ask you some personal questions. You think you can answer them?" Mike asked raising a brow as he leaned forward in his chair. She leaned forward as well and nodded with a grim look on her face. He nodded and leaned back into his chair. "How long did they keep you?" Max grabbed a pillow next to her and held it up against her chest."About 15 years...I was about five when they took me." She mumbled slightly. He nodded and stood up to go into the kitchen. He started to make a sandwich in silence as she waited in the living room. As he smeared the mayo on the bread he imagined his granddaughter, Kaylee. He frowned at the idea of someone taking his granddaughter. He felt sympathy for the young girl sitting on his couch. This girl didn't get the justice she deserved, she didn't get the chance to make friends or even have a real family.

Max hugged her pillow and glared at her shoes. "How did I get here? How long do I have to stay here?" Max shook her head and groaned into the pillow. A soft growl from her stomach alerted her with hunger. As if on cue Mike entered the room with a turkey sandwich on a white plate. Her mouth watered slightly at the sight and thought of how it taste in her mouth. He held it out for her and she hesitated in taking it. Mike pushed it towards her with a bit more force. "Just take it kid." She gulped and took the plate from Mike. Mike huffed and sat down with a cup of coffee in his other hand. Since it was late and he needed to get more information out of her he sure was going to need that coffee. Max took a bite out of her sandwich and hummed in delight. Mike raised his brow at her as he took a sip of his coffee. She just smiled at him, grateful to actually eat something in his house when she didn't know anything about him and he knew little about her. She swallowed her food and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. "Did you know my father too?" Mike shook his head. "I've looked into him." Max put her half eaten sandwich back on her plate. "Can you tell me about him?" She asked looking into his eyes. Mike sighed, "His name was Maximino Arciniega. I'll tell you more at a later time." He muttered gruffly. She huffed, obviously not satisfied with only his name. Mike sighed and looked at the time on the wall. It was 12:00 in the morning. He needed to get up in the morning. "Follow me." Max took her plate and sat in on the coffee table before following Mike into the hallway.

Mike led her all the way down the hallway. He opened the door and held it open for her. "You'll be sleeping here for now. If you try to sneak out of the house I'm gonna shoot you. Got it?" She nodded tiredly and headed inside. The room was quite small with a twin bed in the middle of the room and a small closet on the right. She walked in slowly as she looked around the room. "Thank you Mike." He grunted and shut the door behind her. Max panicked and grabbed the doorknob stopping Mike from closing the door. Mike was surprised as she peeked through the crack of the door exposing her face. "Please don't lock it…" She asked as her voice cracked slightly. Her eyes pleading him not to close it. Mike watched her eyes, she was traumatized, he could tell. He's seen that look many times as a cop. His face softened slightly, he always had a soft spot for traumatized or abused woman. "If something happens, I'll be in the other room at the end of the hall." Max nodded, not making a move to close the door. Mike pulled on the door, shutting it slightly. Max held her hands close to her body as she heard the click from the door. She sighed and turned to look at her bed. This was honestly the first time in a long time since she got to sleep in a bed...alone.

Mike listened to her sniffle and whimper slightly as she moved onto the bed. Mike sighed and walked back to his room. Mike changed into a grey shirt and light blue pajamas as he got ready for bed. Mike pushed the covers away and laid down with a groan. Mike laid there unable to sleep, he knew she was going to need help. Although he may not know the full extent of her life with those people. He knew she lost things in herself.

"This girl is going to make me soft…" Mike muttered softly to no one.

A/N

These characters DO NOT belong to me at all. Breaking Bad belongs to Vince Gilligan.

Only my OC'S are mine. This is a RATED M story.

I REPEAT RATED M.

I know there are not a lot of Breaking Bad fanfics and I get it. It's hard to write a character who was brilliantly written by someone else. I really hope I write their characters well enough. Please review! This is my first time writing a Breaking Bad story.

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