Dark Angel - Chapter 12 - Red
Title: Dark Angel
Pairing: Alec/Logan, unrequited Max/Logan
Chapter: 12
Rating: Will be heavy R/NC-17 in future
Summary: An AU to the show, in which Alec arrives in Seattle three years before Max graces the scene.
Author's Note: I'm baaack
Chapter twelve
Red
Logan stared at the phone after his conversation with Max.
“You look confused,” Alec commented from where he was laying on Logan’s couch.
“Max is taking a bath,” Logan replied.
“Stop the press! Front page news!” Alec rolled his eyes. “So what? It’s not a crime.”
“I never figured her for the bath taking type,” Logan said, replacing the receiver. “She seems like the type of person to take showers; they’re quicker with no messing around.”
“You clearly haven’t taken a bath just to relax have you?” Alec said, getting up and crossing the room. “Given the right candles and scented bubbles they can be very sensuous.” Logan moaned when Alec ran a hand up his thigh. “Albeit a bit girly,” Alec added with a grin.
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Alec watched silently as Max arrived with a blindfolded man. He stifled a laugh when the guy walked into the door.
“You don’t expect me to baby-sit this dirt bag?” Max demanded of Logan.
“Not just you,” Logan said, turning his gaze towards Alec.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Alec rolled his eyes. “You do know I’ll try to kill him, don’t you?”
“Not if I kill you first,” Max glared.
“Guys,” Logan interrupted, “he’s the one that put me in this chair. If I can wrap my head around it, so can the pair of you,” he snapped. Both Max and Alec lowered their gaze’s in mild embarrassment.
“Some spending money,” Logan said, handing Max an envelope.
“Ooh,” Alec grinned, taking it off of Logan and looking at the contents.
“Be good,” Logan instructed him firmly.
“I’m always good,” Alec assured him, causing the older man to roll his eyes.
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“Do you ever stop talking?” Alec asked as they manpowered their way through the corridors of the hotel.
“Are you and this Logan character working together,” Bruno asked Max, “or…”
Alec slapped Bruno on the back of the head. “Shut up,” he instructed as Max opened the door.
“Oh, no. This is not working for me,” Bruno said as soon as he entered the room.
“Yeah, me neither,” Alec agreed. “There’s only one bed.”
“There’s no TV. There’s isn’t even a stereo,” Bruno said, ignoring Alec. “What about food?”
“Yeah, I agreed with him there,” Alec looked at Max. “I am kind of hungry.”
“You’re taking me to a nice restaurant,” Bruno told Max.
“You’re staying put,” Max snapped.
“Not in this dump I’m not,” Bruno argued, trying to make a break for it.
Max and Alec both shoved him down onto the chair. “Yes, you are,” Alec retorted.
“One way to keep him here,” Max said to Alec, seconds before Bruno found himself handcuffed to the radiator.
“What do you want on your pizza?” Max questioned of Bruno before her and Alec left the room.
“Should we really leave him alone?” Alec asked in concern.
“It’s not like he’s going anywhere,” Max shrugged.
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“I gotta say,” Alec said, “wasn’t expecting that,” he indicated to the dancers that were currently giving Bruno a private session.
“I’ll get you a lap dance each if you want,” Bruno offered, right before Max kicked him.
The girls smiled at them before turning to leave. They paused at Alec. “You want a dance handsome?” one of them purred in his ear.
Alec cleared his throat nervously. “S-Sorry. I’m taken,” he stammered.
The blonde pouted. “She’s a very lucky girl,” she murmured.
“Why’d you lie?” Max asked after the girls had left.
“Who said I was lying?” Alec asked, a smirk on his face. “Besides it got rid of them didn’t it?”
“We gotta get out of here,” Max said, un-cuffing Bruno. “It’s not safe here anymore,” she added.
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Bruno was hitting the bell on the front desk over and over. And with each shrill ring of the bell Alec found himself getting more and more annoyed.
“That’s it,” he snapped, grabbing hold of Bruno’s wrist, preventing him from hitting the bell again. “Stop that!” he glared, just as a hotel employee joined them.
They tried to pretend that they had reservations. But when that didn’t work, Max handed him some money and they were soon on their way.
“Why do all these rooms only have one bed?” Alec scowled, staring at the offending bed in annoyance.
“You get the floor,” Max informed Bruno. “Which one of us gets the bed?” she asked Alec.
“Since I’m a gentleman, you can have it,” Alec said, ignoring Max’s scoff as he settled in the arm chair.
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“Ooh, food,” Alec jumped up before pausing. “Great, I’m turning into Jack,” he muttered, grabbing the champagne bottle. “Why hasn’t he answered?” he asked Max when Bruno didn’t answer.
“Good question,” Max said, banging on the bathroom door and calling out Bruno’s name. She waited a few moments before pushing the door open. “Alec!” she cried.
“Damn it,” Alec said, standing next to her and seeing that the bathroom window was open. “Suppose we’d best go after him.”
“Suppose,” Max shrugged, stomping across the room and throwing her jacket on. “Let’s go find the stupid bastard.”
“I got to give you credit, the tough chick thing does work sometimes,” Alec grudgingly admitted after Max had beat the information they needed from the same employee that had checked them in.
“Shut up,” Max ordered as she gunned the bike.
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“You left us so you could hustle pool?” Alec said incredulously when they had located Bruno.
“I was just teaching this guy how to play pool,” Bruno shrugged. “And take it from me, he needs all the help he can get.”
“I know how to play pool,” the guy retorted, taking Bruno’s insult personally and dropping his pool cue. He rolled his sleeves up menacingly. Bruno hit the guy in the face with his own cue. The guy made to hit Bruno, but Max reacted quicker, grabbing the guy and easily throwing him to the ground.
“Should have seen that one coming,” Alec muttered as the guy landed. “Why does everyone have to get involved?” Alec questioned, hitting the newest guy that decided to join in.
“Testosterone,” Max answered, easily knocking out another thug.
“You two should go into business,” Bruno commented when no one else was brave enough to challenge them.
“Don’t you start!” Max instructed, snapping the handcuffs back on him.
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Alec awoke with a start when Max re-entered the room.
“Were you asleep?” she asked.
“The story did me in,” Alec mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “What’s wrong?”
“We gotta go,” Max told them, hanging up the phone. “Some goons followed us. They’re downstairs,” she added, hauling Bruno up by the collar.
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“I can’t believe you made me sleep outside,” Alec scowled, clambering out from under the pile of rags he had been using as a cover.
“Stop whining,” Max rolled her eyes. “We lost them, didn’t we?”
“But I stink now!” Alec cried, flicking something off of him; something that he was positive moved.
~
“Alec,” Max interrupted the wife’s speech about her ex-husband, “we’ve got a problem.”
“Yeah, I see him,” Alec informed her, getting up from where he was sitting at the picnic table.
Before the ex-wife knew what happening, Max and Alec both took off across the park.
They had both reached Bruno when the guy pulled out a gun, aiming it at Bruno. Both Max and Alec dived at Bruno, pushing him to the ground, just as the bullet went flying over their heads.
“Where did he go?” Alec asked, looking around for the guy who appeared to have disappeared into thin air.
“No idea,” Max sighed, climbing to her feet and dusting off her trousers.
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“A bomb?” Alec whispered. “That’s the best they could come up with? It’s obvious that’s a scam.”
Max glared. “We gotta get out of here,” she said.
“Stairwell seems like a good idea,” Bruno said pushing a door open, Alec and Max following him down the stairs while everyone else headed the opposite way.
“What the fuck?” Alec demanded when they arrived at the bottom of the stairs and the guys they were running from exited the van.
“These boys are after one of those Manticore prototype thingies,” Bruno said, jogging over to the van. “And now I’ve got two for them.”
“Well this figures,” Alec muttered as they slowly got surrounded. “Great. Tazers.”
~
“Oh, thank god,” Alec breathed as Logan’s car spun into the area. “Just in time,” he added, climbing into the front seat. “We were getting our asses kicked,” he cringed as a sharp pain shot through his ribs.
“Can’t have that can I?” Logan grinned. “You ok, Max?”
“Just peachy,” Max replied sarcastically, wiping blood off of her mouth. “Just peachy.”
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TBC
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