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 know it's been a while, but I'm still getting back into this so this chapter is kind of short

Girl Talk

As she heard the door click shut, OC came back out of the kitchen. She looked at her girl and noticed the unhappy look in the brunette's eyes. Trying to hide her sigh- whether because of her relief that the man was gone or because she couldn't help but wonder how much longer it was going to take the beauty to realize that things might not be so up-and-up with the guy, she wasn't sure, "So things are still weird between you and Logan?"

Isn't that the story of my life? Max sighed, "Yeah, I guess." She just wished things didn't have to be so confusing.

OC refrained from rolling her eyes. Her shugg was so clearly hung up on the wrong guy it pained her ta watch. For half a second, she considered tryin' ta talk some sense inta the girl, but realized that it might be bettuh for her to wait until the girl could at least walk for that kind of converse. Still, she hated seein' her gurl hurtin'- she wanted to reassure her, and there were some things that she could say that were still truthful, "Man still loves you, you know." In his own way, anyway. Mind yous not in any way what I might be interested in gettin' myself involved in with nobody. But still, I guess if it blows your whistles and all. "Risked his a** to save your life."

With another sigh, Max nodded her head, "Yeah."

OC couldn't help but be confused. Shouldn't Max be happy with the idea of Logan being in love with her? Or was she still worried about the virus? Now that the idea of makin' her happy had gotten into her head, OC decided to try again, "Wasn't for him, the CDC would have their hands on a real live transgenic. Now all they got's a few funky lab results." Course the truth o' the matter is that they almost got they's hands on you 'cause o' him, but I ain't gonna go nowheres near that for now. As she watched her friend's expression darken, she wondered if maybe Max had actually begun to clue in to how Logan had actually messed things up.

"And a whole lot of questions. They're gonna want answers, and I got a feeling they won't stop until they get them. We can't hide forever. Sooner or later, we're gonna run out of luck... and I don't even want to think about what'll happen then." Max couldn't stand the idea of what this could mean to them- all of them. If it weren't bad enough that she was responsible for letting them all out into the world, now she could be the reason that everybody caught on to them. All she'd wanted to do was help- help her family, her brothers and sisters, help that kid- and all she'd managed to do was mess things up worse. Her thoughts were broken off by a strange noise. "Did you hear that?" She looked over to her friend, but OC's thoughts seemed to be elsewhere.