I'm not gonna lie, a lot of Roswell was really corney and pretty lame. 
 

So this is too short to actually be a fic.  Maybe I'll turn it into a series of drabbles.  Who knows?  But, because of it's size, I won't be posting it anywhere but here--for now.  We'll see what happens.


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Alec

Why do I love her?  Well, she's my version of perfection, I guess.  No one else would call her perfect, but to me she is the very definition of the word.  She's fiery, kick-ass, sexy--I mean, come on now--and smart, if a little lacking in some common sense.  The mess between her and Logan just makes things complicated--he's a love sick puppy wrapped around her little finger, and she's obviously miserable, which doesn't hurt just her.  But me?...Well, I'm just waiting for my turn.  You know, even if she takes everything out on me when she's upset or stressed, the bruises are worth seeing her smile and hearing her laugh.  But maybe I'm just a masochist.  

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Max

Why do I love him?  Well, he's pretty much as close to perfection--genetically enhanced or not--as I've ever been.  No, he's not perfect; I just said he was close.  I mean, the guy can piss the hell out of me like no other, and manages to attract bullets like a duck at target practise; but he makes me laugh.  Sometimes I get jealous, not that he'll ever know that, about all the women he attracts and takes home.  But there's some consolation there; because for all of those women, I'm the constant in his life...though I try to avoid the gory details he so loves to share.  I guess I'm just waiting my turn.  But maybe I'm just a masochist.

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Mole

You know, those two are idiots.  For all of their genius IQs, military training, and super-spy capabilities, they can't seem to notice they're head-over-heels in love with each other.  She bitches and moans; he pisses her off and takes a beating to let her relax a little.  He flirts with a girl and she gets greener than a shamrock.  They're falling all over each other, but can't seem to get their heads out of their asses.  But maybe they're just masochists and this is a really twisted version of foreplay.  You know, I really wouldn't put it past them.

Hahaha. I rediscovered this while browsing on You Tube last night. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Oh A&P! 

Pairing: Max/Alec
Word Count: 2478
Rating: PG13
Warning: Character death 

Author's notes: Witten for the jam_pony_fic ficathon (I don't know if we're supposed to post them or not...?). For alyse, whose prompts were:

1. Max and Alec, first time. I'd like something slow and sweet, with the idea that first Max grows to trust him, then to care for him, and that the feeling is mutual.

2. Alec, Original Cindy and Joshua save the world! Preferably Max/Alec but I'll take gen :) Also, if you manage to get Normal saving the world alongside them it would entertain me muchly.

3. Joshua and Alec friendship fic, building on the idea that Joshua is the only one who really sees Alec. Again, preferably Max/Alec but it doesn't need to be in your face and can be gen if you'd prefer.

I think this is pretty angsty, I don't think it's exactly what she may have been hoping for, but hopefully you enjoy it anyways.  Oh, and I chose to do a little bit of the first and third one.  Unfortunately there's no smut here.  There may be a rewrite in the future, but I'm just not in the right mood to write smut right now.

A/N 2: This is also in response to the Raising Hell prompt : "They say dreams are necessary to life."

Summary: Post FN.  Family was all that Max wanted, but what happens when all that she had left, she drove away? 




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Yay!  This is a quickie.  I'm sure ya''ll have heard about the renewal by now, but I'd just like to spread the cheer!  I didn't really have any doubt that Supernatural would be back--especially with the performance of the latest episode, and full-night feature.  So yes, we can rest easy this May for the upfronts when the rest of the shows find out their fate.  I can't wait for the show to come back already!

I'll keep my fingers crossed for Aliens in America and Reaper.  I know a lot of Supernatural fans out there are rooting against Reaper for taking "our" timeslot--but I think that doing that based on principle alone, and completely knocking a show because of that, without giving it a fair shot is wrong.  Sure, you can not like a show; I can't change your taste in television, but I just feel like a lot of Supernatural fans are throwing Reaper into the fire based solely on allegations that it is trying to "steal" Supernatural's spot. 

I'm kinda thinking that some of the motivation behind this early release of renewals is to try and ease the heat off of the Reaper hate.  Now that they've announced that Supernatural is back, maybe the crazy fans will stop the boycott and give another one of their shows a shot.  Reaper is the same type of genre show--but much lighter, much more farcical than Supernatural.  It's a different animal completely.  And no, I don't care that the main character's name is Sam.  It's a freakin' name!  Who cares?!  I'm guessing the show writers and developpers are a lot smarter than thinking that naming their main character the same as another show's main character is going to garner them some instant fans. 

I just don't like the idea that so many people--grown adults--are so vehement in their fight to kick a show off the air, and put people out of work.  I'm quite disappointed with a large part of the fandom.  It's just very juvenile behaviour, I find.  From unbiased perspectives I hear very good things about Reaper.  I hope it does well.   I hope it finds success.  But just because I say that does not mean I'm choosing it over Supernatural.  I don't believe in dualism--where to like one thing, I have to hate another on principle.  That's just ignorance.  I'll like and support what I do so choose, based on my own likes and interests. 

I'm finding, though, that this is true not only with Supernatural fans and other shows, but within our own fandom.  There are Dean!Girls and Sam!Girls who refuse to acknowledge that the show is about two brothers.  They turn to personal attacks and even go so far as to insult the actors themselves for simply portraying the character written for them.  People are creating drama where there is no drama.  One of the reasons why Supernatural is as fantastic as it is, is due to the fact that the cast and crew get along so well.  Jensen and Jared are great friends and enjoy their role on the show.  I don't understand why people feel the need to split them up and declare war.  Why?  Because one brother is being "shafted"?  Because they think one actor gets more favours than the other?  That's just silly.  I'm finding I'm getting really fed up with these internal debates and moot points.  "Sam gets all the storylines--Dean never gets to do anything!" -- "Oh, everyone loves Dean and Jensen--he gets all the best material!  They think Jared is ugly!" Wah, wah, wah.

There is no show without either brother.  Each is as integral to the show as the other.  Get over yourself and stop blowing things out of proportion.  You're not a 14 year old girl with raging hormones (if you are, then I completely understand your reactions, and are as such entitled to as angsty an adolesence as your hormonal self desires--we all get that once in our life). 

 But yes.  That is all I have to say really.  I'm quite pleased that Supernatural has been renewed.  Congrats Kripke & Co.! 

The room was silent, except for the near muted noise from the television set.  It made him feel like there was always someone there.  It made him feel less alone. 

His existence was far from solitary, though.  He was Alec, genetically empowered, and leader of the makeshift outfit at T.C.  Everyday he interacted with people, smiled, charmed, politicked.  

He was hardly alone.  

But in the darkness of his room, when the new day had hardly broken, he felt the loneliness set in like lead on his body, save his melancholy eyes, which damned him to hours of fruitless contemplation.  

Oblivion claimed him just before dawn, but only after hours of willing a dreamless sleep to consume him.  

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It was bound to happen and one day, the wind caught the news and told her it was true.  When Alec left she knew she had done him wrong.  She sent him out to meet his death.

“Get out.  Get out and don’t ever come back.”  She raged at him, thoughtlessly, carelessly.  She didn’t see his hurt.  She refused to turn and see him plead, “Max.  I’m sor—”

Her anger, frustration and despair wound her tightly and she cut him off, “Don’t speak.  I don’t want to hear it.  I don’t care what you have to say, because the past can’t be undone—but I can change what happens tomorrow.  I want you to leave.”

Hearing the finality in her tone, and his own guilt and grief threatening to consume him at any moment, he conceded.

“Okay.”

She wanted to hate him for so long, blamed him for everything.  Everyone that had made her normal was gone: Cindy, Sketchy, Logan, Asha—even Normal.  They left for Canada so long ago that the mention of their names only drew faint memories of times she thought were happier.  He made them go. 

“Max, listen to yourself.  You’re being selfish.”

“We’re not running, Alec!  No one is leaving.  We stay and we fight.”

“This isn’t their fight!  Don’t you get that?  They aren’t part of the “we” here.  We need to let them go.”

“This is our mess; we’re going to handle it.  We can prove we can handle it.  No one needs to leave.”

“They’re going Max.  I don’t care what you want; you’re being unreasonable.”

“Hey!  I’m the fucking leader of the damn outfit—you’ll listen to me when I say they are staying.”

“They’re my friends too, and if we ever make it out of this God-damned mess, I want them alive with us and that’s not going to happen if they stay in Seattle…They leave tomorrow before dawn.  I suggest you make your rounds and say goodbye instead of wasting your breath on me.”

Alec and Joshua were the last vestiges of her life before the war, before the great exodus, and now both were gone too. 

Joshua.  Darling, sweet Joshua never had a chance at life.  It wasn’t fair.  The vibrant, insightful and eternally compassionate creature so longed for a chance to walk the streets without a mask, without fear.  He only wished to be able to embrace the life that was promised to him when his only other home was burned to the ground.  That chance would never come. 

Alec was there with him that day.  He would carry his lifeless body back while his own blood spilled onto the floor.  But she didn’t see that.

She heard the events unfold over the radio static.  Frantic voices, tires swerving on the pavement, and a slew of gun shots that seemed to echo inside her brain at an increasing tempo that threatened to cause her brain to implode if she didn’t find out what happened soon.  

The relief she should have felt at seeing her best friend and sometimes lover alive was stolen by the picture of the too-still giant lying in his arms.  She fell to her knees as the weight of the world seemed to fall onto her shoulders.  Alec’s laboured steps towards her seemed to last an eternity.  His own face was covered in blood and tears as he …

One time, her touch brought him comfort.  He revelled in it.  Now, she was like fire and he’d been burned too many times.  He flinched at her touch, shied away from her eyes; his words, once filled with warmth and laughter, were impersonal and all business.  She hurt him and she wasn’t sure if she could have him back.

Okay 

“You’ll be okay, I know you will.”

There was a Max before there was an Alec, but there wasn't an Alec before Max; he knew he had to go.

“Let me do this. You’re going to be free Max, really free and happy. You’ll find love Max; you're too loving to everyone else to not have someone love you back like you need.” She screamed and railed against him until she couldn't stand to yell at him anymore. She saw the decision made steadfast in his eyes and she collapsed in his arms, tears screaming her defiance and resignation to his choice glistened from her face. She buried her head in his chest as she clutched onto his shirt as if it were a lifeline.

He held her shaking form close as tears cascaded down his own morose visage. "Shh baby," he cooed as he stroked her hair, "You'll be alright. You’ll be okay. Be strong for me. Smile for me Maxie.”

He should have tasted freedom. If there was someone who deserved it most, it was Alec.

He was wrong though, Max couldn't be Max anymore without him. He had changed and shaped her life in so many ways since he stepped into her cell that first night. A time and place where her heart beat without his was unfathomable, but here she was, alone in her existence.

This is why she didn't let people into her life, and never had she let someone in as deep as she had allowed Alec to. She was open and vulnerable to pain and heartbreak, and in her short life she knew of that darkness too well for someone so young and beautiful.

She shook with sobs, her body weak and dismissive to outside forces who tried to move her. Why she had let him go she couldn't understand, though deep down she knew he would have gone anyways--with or without her acceptance. At least she said goodbye, gave him heart as he walked away from her. But her freedom was overrated. She felt lost and boxed in and unable to move. Chained to her room by her grief, she hadn't left it since he did.

Her throat hurt, her muscles ached, her eyes that once held light and joy when she was in his embrace were bloodshot and swollen from her endless tears. She was cold and the only touch that could have brought warmth would never return to this realm of reality.

His scent grew faint. She felt sick. She inhaled him at every opportunity trying to memorize every part of his being that remained his only legacy.

People came in and out whispering words meant to soothe, but only fuelled her melancholy. What was worse was that with every new body his comforting aroma that once permeated throughout the house was replaced by another.

A week, they told her, since he had passed. It felt like eternity. The seconds dragged on endlessly and the darkness in her life did not seem to lead to a light. Buried under a sea of sheets in their bed where their love had been consummated she closed her eyes in hopes of seeing her fallen lover in her dreams.

He visited her when she fell victim to her own exhaustion.

The cold that had taken over her senses disappeared and she was in the arms of the one she mourned endlessly. She buried her face in his chest and brought her arms up as he held her wholly like a small child curled up in his embrace.

She looked up into his bright face smiling down at her and she felt complete again.

“Alec.” His name came as a reverent sigh as she revelled in his presence. Her surroundings were vague but he was clear in her vision and that was all that mattered. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled fully for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime.

“Maxie.” He whispered her name as if it were a sacred word, and then tilted her chin up to look deep into her gaze before finally meeting her lips in a soft sweet kiss.

Her breath was stolen from her lips when they finally parted, still locked in each other's grasp.

“Max, baby, you've got to be good for me.”

Tears formed again, and fell silently.

“How can I be okay? How can you ask me to do that when you're not with me anymore?”

He wiped her tears away with his thumb, and Max nuzzled her cheek into his hand as he caressed her face.

“Maxie, you've got to be okay for us, for our baby.” His hand drifted to her abdomen, “I'm so sorry; I should be there with you.” His breath hitched and his own tears fell as he buried his face into the crook of her neck as he inhaled her scent.

“Baby?” Then she knew. She placed her hand on top of his own above her stomach looked up at his face as he nodded smiling with tears.

“Alec? What if this isn't real?  What if this is all in my head and nothing comes out right?” Her words came out in an anxious whisper her eyes wide with hope fading.

He smiled. “Maxie, this is just your head talking to you--”  At that she pulled back, devastation etched into every line of her too beautiful face, but he held her there and continued, "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't listen.  Trust yourself again Max, and I'll be here waiting when it's time."

Her face broke into another smile so bright his heart was bursting with joy. “All my love, all of our love will be in this baby Max. You've got to live again, for him and for me and for you.”

“Okay.”

She closed the distance between their lips once more and when they finally parted she awoke into reality, still buried in a pile of blankets in the bed they once shared. But she could still taste his lips on hers; feel the goose bumps that had risen in wake of where his arms had travelled on her skin, and finally the heat of where their hands had been intertwined over her womb where she knew their child grew.

Years would pass by and she found love in the smiling face of the bouncing boy with the mess of dark curls and mysterious green and gold flecked eyes. Their son grew and Max learned to smile and live life again. He heard endless stories of his father, felt the love of his mother and grew to be as beautiful as his parents. He knew of his history, but never did he endure the pain and hardship as the generation before him had, he knew his father’s sacrifice. He was happy and that was all that really mattered to Max for all of her life.

And one night a grey haired, wrinkled, but ever-elegant Max went to bed, the same bed she had been loved in, mourned in—but always found comfort in.  She found herself in the familiar embrace of her lover once more; youthful and strong they held each other close revelling in the utter fulfilment of being with the other piece of their heart, this time for always.

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a/n: It was a nice piece of fluff on my part.  I hope you liked it.  Reviews are always appreciated.

The spacious room, or so it had seemed when they finally settled on a location, was packed full of excited transgenics and humans alike. It was a big day for everyone, the talk of T.C. for months since it had been announced. The Wedding. While the atmosphere in the room seemed to be electric and everyone giddy with anticipation, Alec just couldn't help but feel a little sad and disappointed that the day had actually arrived without a hitch--not even from himself.

But who could blame him? He had to give her away! He was the one who had to walk her down that aisle and hand her off to someone else, when she was so clearly his. But Max had begged him to do it, "For me, Alec?" she had asked him, "It's tradition." And honestly, he couldn't say no to her, not about this.

So here he was, dressed to the nines, and even after all this time and years of war he still looked pretty damn good, if he thought so himself. But the peace had done him good.  It had done them all good. People were living life, having kids, getting married. Even Alec who nobody thought could settle when the whole transgenic revolution began had found a way to relax his lifestyle, quite comfortably actually.

The wedding march stopped as they made it to the makeshift altar. Alec smiled his eyes sad, as he released her arm and moved into the seat in the first aisle reserved for him.

He tuned out the minister's voice as the ceremony began, his mind focusing on the memories he had shared with the dark-haired beauty standing at the front of the room. She really was breathtakingly beautiful, with her chocolate curls framing her face, contrasting the soft white glow of her wedding gown.

He was shocked when he saw her, before he led her down the aisle. He looked for her all day really, for a chance to...talk to her one last time, before it all happened, but he never got the chance--busy brides, you know. But it wasn't as if he would never see her again, he just wished he could have had a second alone, to tell her some things--that he would always be there for her, that he loved her no matter what, and that she would always have a place to call home with him.

He sighed heavily, returning to the present, looking at Max, with melancholy in his eyes. She smiled gently at him and squeezed tightly on his hand, as she stood next to him. She could see the emotions playing over his face, his Manticore mask having been retired years before, a little amused at his sentimentality. She whispered into his ear, "Our baby's all grown up, Alec," and she leaned into him as he planted a kiss into her hair. The dark-haired, green-eyed beauty before them, saying, "I do." Their baby girl.

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