A/N: Okay I felt bad about leaving u guys hangin so I wrote what to me was an xtra long chapter... Also, I apologize for the wait but I really wanted to do a good job on this so I rewrote it like 3 times.I hope it doesn't disappoint...BTW thanks for the reviews:

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All right here's Chapter two:

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that Alec was in the room… and based on the odor, has been for a long time with all apparent knowledge about hygiene and personal care forgotten. Then and only then did the massive migraine in my head make its existence be known.

I tried to sit up, realizing too late that my whole body, and not just my head, was affected by the… By the what exactly? Let's see, I was dancing out in the rain when Alec showed up. He was so adorable…

HOLY MOTHER! Okay, obviously I was hit with a thunderbolt because there's no way I just called Alec adorable. Oh, that's right. I WAS HIT WITH A FREAKIN' THUNDERBOLT! I groaned involuntarily. In a flash, Alec was awake and by my side. His concerned gaze bore into mine. I couldn't breathe. Mentally shaking myself I croaked, "Water."

Without another word, he was gone and returned later with 10 bottled waters. I noted this with amusement. "I'm not a camel, Alec; I don't need twenty gallons of water to survive," I said facetiously.

He smiled, creating an unfamiliar sensation in my stomach. "Nice to know you're up and out, Max. You were down for 6 whole days—" He stopped suddenly.

"What?" I demanded urgently. 'Was White coming? I don't hear a single thing.' He just stared at me, frowning. He finally spoke, "Do you remember what happened?"

What kind of a question was that?

"OF COURSE, I remember what happened. It's not everyday I get struck by lightning," I thundered, excuse the pun. Did I mention I turn into uber-bitch during the mornings? That's when I realized something; Alec said I've been gone for 6 whole days. Based on the room's decidedly Alec-odor, he's been here that entire time. Has he even stepped a foot outside the hospital ward? I wondered belatedly. I looked up at him sheepishly, expecting to see an angry face. Instead, his eyes were hesitant. He was obviously hiding something.

Alec, tell me what's wrong before I kick your ass," I said resignedly. He smirked. "As if you could, Maxie." I ducked my head so that he wouldn't see the smile that was threatening to cover my face. I needed to be serious. I reproached him, "Quit, stalling, smart-ass."

He grinned lazily. "Always with the ass…" He stopped after seeing my uncompromising face. He rolled his eyes. "Fine." He cleared his throat. "The lightning bolt that hit you..."

I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up, ignoring the searing pain going through my body, and stood as close to him as I dared, eyes blazing. "Alec, spit. It. Out." He looked down at me, eyes alight with..was that passion? For me? The room shrank from its normal size and the pain melted away. Our lips were only inches apart…

But then Alec pulled away. "Max," he finally croaked, "you almost died. You were out for 6 days when it should have only taken three to get your body restored."

I was disappointed at first but my hopes flared at the obvious concern laced in his tone. Wait a minute. Hopes? What the hell is wrong with me? I could almost hear O.C's voice saying, "Denial and Max; it goes together like salt and vinegar."

'Maybe it's the drugs,' I thought distantly. I forced myself to pay attention; Alec was still talking.

"...no thunder. Don't your remember the phrase, "Thunder and lightning, goes together like cake and icing?"

"Wait a minute...You're right, I don't even recall seeing flashes of light in the sky before going up the building!"

I started to pace frantically, my enthusiasm getting the better of me. Big mistake. Almost instantly, my head started to pound achingly and I fell into a deep slumber once more...

It seems as if I'm always waking up these days. I felt a bit, I don't know, helpless I guess. Suddenly motivated, I started to sit up from the bed, but two things stopped me; first, my body protested in the form of excruciating pain and, secondly, my traitorous limbs were entangled with Alec's and I, for obvious reasons, did not want to wake him up.

But on the other hand, I did have (from what Alec managed to tell me last night) about a week's worth of work to catch up on. I frowned in consternation. 'Thunder and lightning.' Our impromptu conversation last night came back to me. I was out before thunder could have reached my ears so there was really no way of knowing. But Alec said there was no thunder and that was the end of it… He's a transgenic for crying out loud. There was no way that thunder, which was equivalent to a sonic boom in our ears, would go by unnoticed. Anyway, I made a mental note to check it out with Dix later.

Wantonly, my thoughts returned to Alec. I still couldn't believe he had shown so much concern. Our relationship had definitely improved since during that 'night' but when he was holding me in his arms, I felt so safe; like how it used to be before the escape. Maybe it's just my hopeful imaginations. Besides it would never work out between us... I mean, he's the Casanova and I'm the...what? I don't even know what I am.

I guess spending so much time with Logan who had tried to mold me into something I'm not has confused me. And, well, Alec is so comfortable in his own skin, something I envy. Sure, I'm gradually starting to recover the remnants of what I once was and the residents at T.C have come to accept and even like me...but it still wasn't enough.

An idea started to form in my head...Being with Alec reminded me that I need to start doubling my efforts to find my siblings. They, I was sure, were the only ones who could help me.

"Mole get Dix, Luke, Wilson, and anyone dumbass in charge of anything in the conference room at 1100 hours," I barked at the unsuspecting lizard-man with the ever-present cigar. For a brief second, I thought I almost saw a glimmer of respect and admiration in his eyes before he gave me a half-hearted glare and said a sarcastic, "Yes, Princess."

"Good boy," I shot back in saccharine voice. "

Kiss my ass..." I grinned.

"I heard that and no way am I going near that rat-infest face of yours," I called back before walking away in the direction of my office.

"Damn those X5's..."

I shut the door with a resounding thwack. I had barely situated myself on a beat-up chair when Alec came barging in through the door. Perfect timing.

He faced me angrily. "You're still recovering, Max. Overworking yourself is just gonna make things worse."

Even though I was a bit irritated, I couldn't help but feel touched at his anxiety. But then he continued, "After all, who's gonna run T.C after their beloved leader has gone, huh? Me? I think not."

Ass. "You mean to tell me that you wouldn't take responsibility for T.C when I'm gone and all so can have time to play Casanova to a bunch of whores?" I raged.

If it was possible, he looked even angrier. His voice became cold as ice, "My reason was because I thought myself unfit in comparison to you. I thought you knew me better, Max...but I guess was wrong. It wouldn't be the first time, would it?" His words only reminded me of how bitchy I was, correction, am to him. No wonder he's not interested.

I laid my head down on my hands. What the hell just happened? That was when I heard a voice somewhere outside.

"I cannot believe he turned me down! Just so what? He can play Mommy to our leader? Just because she 'founded' T.C doesn't give her the right to steal our men! Who does she think she is? I mean, dating that human is bad enough..." It was an X5 named Genoa, probably talking to her evil witch friends, Cecile and Beatrix.

I closed my ears to the rest of their conversation. It made me feel even guiltier than I already was.

Alec had chosen to stay up all night just so I wouldn't be alone over a night of pleasure...

My emotions flared at those thoughts. Jealousy started to wash over me in waves. Unbidden images of Alec and some other girl in bed came to my head. I shook myself. Suddenly, I felt the intense urge to pound Genoa into a bloody pulp

The need was killing me, clouding my senses and making it impossible to think of anything else. I sat up from my chair, my body shaking in uncontrollable rage. How dare that bitch try to come after my man! He was mine and no one else's! Blood pounded in my veins and my breath came in short, angry gasps. Unable to control myself, my feet started towards the door on their own accord.

What happened next was inconceivable; what can only be explained as a burst of power emancipated from me, and a book on the shelf came out from its nuke to hang in midair and suddenly explode into a millions little fragments of frayed paper. When all this was over and my knees unexpectedly gave out, all I could think as I slumped on the floor was, 'Blue Lady, have mercy.'

A/N: A little Matilda-action goin' on at the end, huh? I know it's getting confusing but I promise I'll straighten it out in the next 1 or 2 chapters...So what do you think? Should I just stop this right now?

Updated A/N: Okay, I changed the thunder b4 lightning part cuz it was inaccurate. I changed a couple things in ch 3, too. ;) Special thanks to acb for pointing out that out 4 me… that was embarrassing…hehehe. Well, it's good now folks so have fun!