Title: The End of a Savior Complex

Author: Dark Roswellian Angel

Elizabeth McDowell

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Rating: T

Synopsis: When Alec finds out that Max has been hurt, he reacts unexpectedly.

A/N: I've never tried writing this emotion before, so I don't know if I did a decent job. Hope you enjoy :)

A/N 2: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. Especially to any and all repeat reviewers. You help make this fun.

3- How Dare You

When the pounding began, the older man sighed unhappily. Why was someone bothering him right now? He needed to get back. He had finally made a step in the right direction with her, and he didn't want to lose the momentum. Putting some bandages in his bag, he turned around and began walking towards the door. But before he was able to get to it, the door was blown off its hinges. He didn't even have time to realize that he should react before two inhumanly strong arms had him propped up three feet in the air and then pushed against a wall. The pain in his throat was immense as he looked down at his attacker and was surprised to see two extremely familiar hazel eyes glaring at him.

"You. You could have gotten her killed! She almost died. Because you were too busy riding your high horse to actually help her. To get the help that would have saved her without causing more damage. Without putting her in more danger. Without her having to save herself!" Alec could feel his lips curling back into a snarl and tried to swallow the urge to kill the damn Ordinary where he was. But he had more to say to the waste of skin. "You were thinking of yourself and your damn need to be her hero and you weren't even thinking of how easy it could be for someone else to help her. No, you had to make things difficult and dramatic and screw everything up royally just because you needed to hear how you were the one who saved her. You bastard!!" As he spoke, he became even angrier, being hit yet again with how close he'd come to losing her. He could feel his fingers becoming tighter, and as the older man unsuccessfully attempted to free himself, he could feel a deeper part of himself gleam with satisfaction.

"How'd it happen, huh? How'd she get hurt in the first place? Was it one of your damn Eyes Only missions? One of your save-the-world-so-I-can-feel-better-about-myself jobs? How'd you guilt her into it this time? Playing the old- if you don't help the world, then you're a worthless piece of garbage card yet again? Telling her that because she isn't actually human, she owes it to her makers' race to help them get out of whatever mess they've gotten into this time? You prejudice, self-centered, self-righteous bigot!!" He let go of the man's neck with one hand so that he could punch him in the stomach. As he felt the man react, he smiled a little more, though it looked more as though he were baring his teeth.

"You don't even get it, do you. That you actually endangered her life more than helped her. But you couldn't ask for help, could you. You went so far as to make sure that you didn't tell anyone else what was going on just in case someone else tried to help her and took away some of your glory. Do you have any idea how easy it would have been for me to go in there and get her out? No one would have been the wiser. No one would have figured anything out. And if they had, she would have been long gone. She wouldn't have had to fight for her life twice after being shot, probably on one of your fool missions. And I wouldn't have cared if she thanked me or you. All that matters is her safety." A second punch went to the man's face.

"Now, get this, Mr. Great-and-Powerful Eyes Only. If you ever, ever put her at risk again just because you need your ego stroked, I. Will. Kill. You." For good measure, he used a strategy that he had been taught through example when he was younger, and simply touched the other man's arm. Unbelievable pain shot through it, making the man twitch and feel as though he were about to gag. "And it will be one of the most painful deaths you or I could ever imagine. You got that?" He waited in vain for the other man to respond. When he realized that his words weren't getting through the other man's thick skull, he attempted a different route.

"You know, one day she'll catch on. She's not as slow as you like to tell yourself. She'll catch on to the fact that you're just keeping her back. That you're doing everything you can to keep her down, to keep her from realizing just how wonderful she is, and then she'll probably come here and give you a great big hug to thank you for just how screwed up you've tried to make her. And I won't be there to give you another transfusion and save your miserable life," his eyes glinted with apparent approval of the forthcoming situation.

Through the lack-of-oxygen-induced haze, the other man was barely able to register the younger man's words. He tried to move his head in response, but getting nowhere, he attempted to get words past the viselike hold on his throat. It came out as more of a garbled mumble.

"What was that?"

"Mmmff… mff."

Against his better judgment, the handsome man released his hold just enough to let a little bit of oxygen and a bit more voice come through. When the other man simply gasped in air and seemed to try to get more comfortable, he lost his patience and began tightening his grip again.

Realizing that he was about to lose gainful usage of his air passageway again, the dizzy man quickly got out. "I said, it's not like you were there for the last transfusion anyway." As he still had use of his airway, he decided to press the advantage, "She'll never turn to you, you know. No matter what you tell yourself. She'll always see you for exactly what you are- a bunch of messed up DNA, a screw-up, a psychotic murderer who's trying to hide the fact that he's exactly like his insane serial killer twin brother. But she sees right through the act. She'll never accept you."

As his heart reeled from the tone of truth in the statement, the young man reflexively strengthened his hold on the other man. "It doesn't matter whether she accepts me or not as long as she realizes how wonderful she is and that she doesn't need you. As long as she recognizes your pathetic attempts to make yourself feel better about yourself for what they are, that your need to repent for having money is the only reason that you help people, that all your digs on us and our kind are because you know we're better than you. As long as she understands that she doesn't need you, that she's more important than you'll ever be, that she deserves better, that she can make it on her own, and that she is worthy of and will always have people who love and care about her and are willing to treat her right, then I don't care how she feels about me." He wondered if the dipstick Ordinary would buy the lie. He wondered if his heart would ever believe it.

Even as the world began to spin around him, the bespectacled (though currently those were resting haphazardly on the floor) man was able to form an ugly grimace. "Li-ar. I've seen… the way you look… at her. She's… a-ll that matters… to you. And she'll… never be yours. We-e belong… together…" as he finished his statement, he found his airway completely blocked.

As he watched the other man's eyes fade to unconsciousness, and he carefully counted down from four before backing off of the man's windpipe and propping him up against the wall, he turned his mind off so that he wouldn't have to hear those painful words echo in his head. For good measure, he also tried to turn off all access to his heart- emotions were just a weakness anyway, right? But he wasn't quite as successful with protecting himself emotionally. Still, he pretended (to himself as no one else was conscious in the room) that he'd been able to. "Whatever." As he turned and retraced his steps through the damaged apartment, he bore a self-satisfied smile. Especially when he heard the other man's body slide down into an undignified pile.

A/N 3: So that was the first physical altercation of the fic. I'm not sure if there are going to be anymore. Let me know if you liked it and would be interested in more, and I'll see if I've got more of this in me.