remnants - ava/max - pg
Title: Remnants
Written for:
slurp
Summary: there you go, you're gone for good.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ava/Max, hints of Tess/Max and Ava/Zan
Word Count: 446
Warning: angsty.
Requested: Ava/Max
Honestly, not a lot surprises you. I mean, hello, you’re an alien for christ sake. You’ve lived two lives. You have a twin double out there somewhere, with blonde hair that contrasts your new jet-black look, but the same blue eyes, right down to the shade and shape. So yeah, not much surprises you.
Max Evans walking in the door of the modest diner you work at in a modest town in Kansas - that surprises you.
When you left that lameass Hallmark town behind, with only the ratty clothes on your back and the cash Liz Parker had given you, you’d never expected to see the dupes again. In fact, you’d bet on never seeing any aliens again, full stop. But there he is, the other Zan; hunched over at a table in the far corner. You finish your shift in a few minutes, so you make your finale round of your tables quick and tear off your apron, saying a quick ‘see you later’ to your manager before taking a seat across from Max.
The silence is deafening. You haven’t seen Max in a bit over five years; not since that night when he got in a car with Rath, Lonnie and your double and sped off to New York - to his almost-death. You have so much you could say - how’s Liz? how’s Tess? do you dream of me like I dream of you? - but no way to say it.
Fuck, when’d you become such a cornball? Rath and Lonnie would have a field day if they saw you like this.
One of the other waitresses comes over and asks to take your order, but Max is still and stiff in his seat; silent. You sigh and shake your head at her, then take Max by the hand and lead him outside into the cooling afternoon breeze.
“Why did you come here?”
You didn’t even recognize your own voice as saying the words until he - finally - look at you. His stare is hard; you’d call it cruel if it wasn’t so pathetic. His face is unshaven; stubble patters over his cheeks and chin that looks several weeks old. He looks weary.
He reminds you too much of Zan.
So you kiss him. It’s wrong; especially when you hear him moan Tess and you know you’re thinking of his double too. His skin is softer than Zan’s and his kiss is gentle where Zan’s was rough. The comparisons continue, on and on, until you pull away and see Zan; feel him in your hands and taste him on your tongue.
Max smiles, thanks you, and leaves. The spell is broken and Zan has gone away again.
Written for:
slurp
Summary: there you go, you're gone for good.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ava/Max, hints of Tess/Max and Ava/Zan
Word Count: 446
Warning: angsty.
Requested: Ava/Max
Honestly, not a lot surprises you. I mean, hello, you’re an alien for christ sake. You’ve lived two lives. You have a twin double out there somewhere, with blonde hair that contrasts your new jet-black look, but the same blue eyes, right down to the shade and shape. So yeah, not much surprises you.
Max Evans walking in the door of the modest diner you work at in a modest town in Kansas - that surprises you.
When you left that lameass Hallmark town behind, with only the ratty clothes on your back and the cash Liz Parker had given you, you’d never expected to see the dupes again. In fact, you’d bet on never seeing any aliens again, full stop. But there he is, the other Zan; hunched over at a table in the far corner. You finish your shift in a few minutes, so you make your finale round of your tables quick and tear off your apron, saying a quick ‘see you later’ to your manager before taking a seat across from Max.
The silence is deafening. You haven’t seen Max in a bit over five years; not since that night when he got in a car with Rath, Lonnie and your double and sped off to New York - to his almost-death. You have so much you could say - how’s Liz? how’s Tess? do you dream of me like I dream of you? - but no way to say it.
Fuck, when’d you become such a cornball? Rath and Lonnie would have a field day if they saw you like this.
One of the other waitresses comes over and asks to take your order, but Max is still and stiff in his seat; silent. You sigh and shake your head at her, then take Max by the hand and lead him outside into the cooling afternoon breeze.
“Why did you come here?”
You didn’t even recognize your own voice as saying the words until he - finally - look at you. His stare is hard; you’d call it cruel if it wasn’t so pathetic. His face is unshaven; stubble patters over his cheeks and chin that looks several weeks old. He looks weary.
He reminds you too much of Zan.
So you kiss him. It’s wrong; especially when you hear him moan Tess and you know you’re thinking of his double too. His skin is softer than Zan’s and his kiss is gentle where Zan’s was rough. The comparisons continue, on and on, until you pull away and see Zan; feel him in your hands and taste him on your tongue.
Max smiles, thanks you, and leaves. The spell is broken and Zan has gone away again.