Cockfight
After her altercation with Lucas, Alexandra went straight back home, too upset to go and work with him on the portal. She needed to calm her mind. After a long moment of pacing from the kitchen to the living room, she grabbed her plex to read a story she had borrowed from Maddy, hoping it would help her forget her previous meeting with Lucas. She had eventually relaxed after an hour or so. She was sat on the sofa with the Plex on her knees when, all of a sudden, her door swung open. She turned to see Maddy, panting, standing like a deer caught in headlights.
"Alex! You need to come with me right now!" She said quickly, trying to catch her breath.
"What is it?" She jumped on her feet, scared that something horrible happened.
"It's Lucas!"
"Whatever it is, I'm sure he can handle it," she shrugged, still too angry with him to care.
"He's fighting with Damon!"
"Where?" Alexandra asked, grabbing her boots.
"At Boylan's, where else?"
When Alexandra arrived, Damon and Lucas had been separated. Dr Shannon was with Damon, Trinity standing next to him. From what she could see, Lucas had his father lecturing him in front of Mark and Skye, who was cleaning his wounds.
She looked at them, shaking her head. 'Boys'. Lucas had his bottom lip cut and his nose was bleeding. Nothing too bad. Unlike Damon who had his face covered in blood and bruises. Lucas was not a soldier but a scientist. However, having spent years in the jungle, he clearly knew how to fight. When they noticed her, Damon looked ashamed and embarrassed, whereas Lucas seemed proud.
"I love the smell of testosterone in the morning!" She joked to herself. Alexandra didn't really know what to do now, the bad had already happened. After a moment, she decided to walk to Damon. After all, he looked like he was really hurt. When she approached, Trinity seemed to glare at her before walking away before she could even say hello to her. It surprised Alexandra a lot, as the girl was always nice to her, but she tried not to be bothered as she stepped closer to Damon.
"Hi!" She smiled lightly. "Fighting in bars now?"
"Apparently," he grimaced.
"Does it hurt a lot?" She asked, touching his face lightly.
"I'll survive," he joked, sending her a big smile, even if it obviously hurt him.
"Your nose might not though," she chuckled, amused.
"Yeah, I'm glad my misfortunes amuse you."
"Sorry," she replied, clearly not sorry. "I just thought you were a good fighter!"
"I am! This bastard attacked me by surprise!"
"Poor little you," she teased with smile. "What really happened?" She asked him more seriously.
"Ask him," he said with disdain, sending a glare at Lucas who smiled to him in response.
"I'm asking you," she sighed. "What happened?"
"Dr Shannon, could you give us a moment, please," he asked the doctor.
"Sure," she replied. "I'll come back later for your broken nose."
Once she had left them, Alexandra asked her question again, and this time Damon had no excuse not to answer.
"He got mad. This guy really has a problem."
"I thought you already knew he had a problem," she taunted him. "Why did you even approach him?"
"I didn't, he did."
"What did he say to you?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, I'm sure he told you something important. I can see it, it´s written on your face."
"You're right. He said something important," he started, then he paused, like he was wondering if he could say it to her.
"Come on, stop the suspense!" She groaned.
"He said that you are the most honest person he knows. The most honest ... with others. Because when it comes to you, it's not the same. He said you're lying to yourself Alex."
"He has said the same thing to me earlier," she growled, annoyed.
"He's right," Damon cut. "You've always done it."
"That's nice. Why are you attacking me now?"
"I'm not attacking you. It's just… Recently you've been acting like you don't wanna be yourself, that's all."
"What did you say to him?" She said, turning the conversation back on their dispute.
"Nothing. He was the one who wanted to talk to me."
"So he came to you, talking, and you didn't respond? That doesn't sound like you."
"He wanted to fight with me. He said few things..."
"What kind of things?"
"Lies."
"What kind of lies?"
"About me, about you, about… us."
"Us?"
"Honestly Alex, there's nothing to say. We fought, end of it."
"Damon, you have said too much but not enough," she scolded him. "Now, tell me."
"He said I was wasting my time trying to seduce you because you were his." Alexandra pursed her lips. She was not sure how to react to this confession.
"What did you reply?" Damon seemed uncomfortable, squirming on the seat. "Damon?" Her eyes furrowed, annoyed now.
"I told him he couldn't know that. Because you don't love him anymore."
"I never said that," she said honestly, a hint of anger in her voice.
"But you said the other day that..." Damon started to say.
"It was not because of Lucas that I didn't want to be with you," she ended.
"I don't understand. Are you mad at me now? I'm not the one who started it!"
"You knew he wanted to fight with you and you played his game. How old are you?" This story started to get on her nerves.
"How old? Alex, I'm a soldier. I defend and fight, that's who I am."
"Why did you have to act like a caveman?"
"Alex! Damn it, why are you still defending him?"
"I'm not! We are talking about you here! You and the way you're acting when it comes to me. I thought we were clear about it. I… I need a pause here. I don't even know why I'm still here talking about this with you. You do what you want. If you want to fight with my ex, then great. Do it, I don't care."
Alexandra was suddenly very upset. She turned her back to Damon, not giving him the time to reply to her comment and walked away. She was ready to leave the bar when Taylor left Lucas and stopped her at the door.
"Alex!"
"What now?" She snapped, frustrated.
"Go and see him," he commanded her.
"I don't think so," she shook her head. "I'm not going to see Lucas. I had enough with Damon. I don't even know why I came. It doesn't concern me."
"I'm sure you know exactly why you came. Talk some sense into him, Alex. He'll listen to you."
"Why is everybody thinking that I might be a kind of magic key to control Lucas and make him do whatever I want him to?" She exclaimed.
"Don't underestimate your power over him," he said forcefully, before leaving.
"I. Have. No. Power. Over. Him," she shouted to Taylor, pressing on each word with force.
A goodbye wave was the only answer she received from Taylor. Alexandra exhaled loudly and turned her head back inside. She spotted Lucas, who was alone now, trying to put some ice on his face. He winced at the touch of the frozen bag on his jaw. His gaze met hers and she gave him a half smile. He gave her a quick hello with his free hand and she couldn't suppress a smile at his sight. She couldn't stop the thought that he was cute and her anger melted away quickly. She took a deep breath and started to walk towards him.
"I think I broke his nose," Lucas smirked proudly.
She made a sound that sounded like a mix with a snort and a laugh. She tried to recompose herself, not wanting him to think she was approving his action. Her plan to stay away from Lucas was messing with her mind too much. Trying to be friendly with Lucas, but not too close so he would not believe she fancied him was harder than she had thought. She cursed herself as she could feel the edges of her mouth tilting up again. 'I'm definitely not a good actress.'
"Yes, I think you did," she smiled.
"Obviously," Lucas added, his cocky attitude returning.
"And you're proud of yourself, aren't you?"
"Why shouldn't I be? I've beaten my father's second man. Yeah, of course I'm proud."
"I don't think he deserved it."
"How do you know?"
"I know it," she said firmly. "Stop annoying him."
"Is that an order?"
"It's a request."
"Look, I can't promise you I won't fight with him if he pisses me off again."
"You do whatever you want, as long as I'm not the excuse for it," she scolded him.
"Why would I do that? If someone is lying about you, I'll defend your honor."
"I don't want you to do that! Stop acting like I'm yours!"
"But you are," he replied simply.
"You can't be serious. Please tell me you're not serious!"
"What? Do you prefer your little Lieutenant?"
"At least Damon wouldn't act like a possessive and jealous jerk if we were together! And surely wouldn't if we were not together!"
"Your dear Damon would be like everyone else when what's yours is coveted by someone else."
"I am no one's! Why can't you grab that?"
"Come on! You know you have to choose, right?"
"Oh, for God's sakes! Why don't you both just drop your pants and get it over with!"
"Don't need that, I'm a lot better than him," he grinned insolently.
Lucas was so contemptuous with Damon that it started to upset her.
"This can't continue. It has to stop. Why are you really doing this?"
"For the glory?"
"Ok, I'm gone," she said, shaking her head.
"He said you didn't love me anymore." Lucas said, suddenly serious. His beautiful green eyes were searching for an answer in hers. His seriousness disturbed her. Once again, she passed from anger to guilt in a second. How could he do that to her? People believed she was the one who had the power over him, but it was totally wrong. Lucas had always been the one with the power over her. She had no doubt about it.
"I know," she sighed, looking down. Then she saw his right hand. "Oh Lucas, look at your hand!" She said, taking it gently in hers. It was bruised, obviously from his punches on Damon's face. Lucas tightened his hand on hers.
"Is it true?" He insisted, looking hopefully at her. Her heart raced in her chest. His eyes were begging her to say it was not true. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? Lying to him was not an option and giving him an honest answer wouldn't help any of them.
"You should see a doctor for your hand," she managed to say. She tried to leave him but he stood up and forced her to look at him.
"You didn't answer my question." He was upset, she could see it, his eyes were dark green now. Everybody stopped talking around them and started to stare.
"Let me go," she whispered through greeted teeth.
They both glared at each other for a moment, Lucas eventually freed her hand and watched her go. He didn't understand her anymore. She would not avoid him forever. He would find out why she was acting so strangely.
Skye, who was cleaning Damon's wounds, watched all the scene with him. She had seen how it had infuriated Damon. She felt the need to help him, or maybe to help Lucas, she wasn't sure. Yet, she decided she had to talk to him about what she knew and give him advice now, before it was too late.
"Damon, you're a good guy and you're good to her. It's obvious she likes you a lot," she told him. "But Lucas, he'll give her what she needs, what she wants. You can't fight this. Don't get between Alex and Lucas. They'll choose each other every time. You'll only end up getting hurt on the way," Skye warned him.
"I know," he said coldly. Damon didn't need Skye to warn him. He had watched Alexandra leave Lucas, and he could feel the tension between them. There was something between them, something strong, something more than just anger, something deeper. Alexandra had said no to Lucas, but her body had said the opposite. It was suddenly obvious for Damon that she still had and will forever have feelings for Lucas. Damon couldn't compete, she would never forget Lucas. No matter how strong Damon's love for her was, no matter how devoted he was to her, she would never love him as much as she loved Lucas.
