A/N: Alas the end of my alphabet song… sad, right? Thanks to all that took the time to read and review! Just a not, Y is totally AU, like TOTALLY, so throw all your previous knowledge of Alec and Max out the window, hehe!

Title: Yours (M)

Summary: Max and Alec get some alone time in the shower
Spoilers: None, completely AU

452 sighed as the hot water hit her back. The stress of the day was slowly draining from her tired shoulders and stiff neck. She loved this time of night, and thanks to a few bribes and a little inside cash she was able to get the shower alone for a good hour while everyone else slept. Grabbing for the scented soap and razor she managed to get in from the outside, she took in the luxury of shaving her legs then lathered her body up to smell like citrus, grapefruit she remembered.

Noises behind her made her back stiffen because it would be just like the guard to be some sorta perv. She slowly turned her head and relaxed when seeing a familiar figure leaning against the shower wall, a disapproving frown on his face. It wasn’t just ANY X-5, it was her CO, 494. He was the stiff, always gotta follow the rules type. Whenever she was on one of her scams he always tried to nix it. Luckily, he had yet to rat her out, but she was waiting for the day she was sent down into the basement where all the anomalies resided.

“Don’t you know what lights out means?” he asked, gaze serious and demanding. 452 just smirked before turning so that she faced him, exposing her body to him as the water continued to run down her back. She brought her hands up and made a show of rinsing out her hair and she was pleased to see his gaze flicker, if even for just a second, down her body then back up. “I should report you.”

“But you won’t.” She left the shower running as she sauntered over to him, swaying her hips in a way that made any man want more. She stilled before him, looking up through her lashes into his steely gaze. “Will you?”

His jaw was ticking and she looked down to see his hands clenched so she brought her wet ones to them, cupping his hardened fists before bringing his hands up to her damp body, pressing them to her back. She then wound her arms around his neck, her body molding against his, making his fatigues damp. It was a game they played, whenever she did something wrong. She would hit on him, use her womanly wiles until he gave in and let her do what she was doing.

Last time he had caught her, 511, and a couple guards playing poker after hours, and a simple kiss and a promise to end the game soon, which she hadn’t, made him turn the other cheek. Tonight, though, felt different. She frowned when he bent to press his mouth against her shoulder, and for the first time she was uncertain as his hands traveled up her back into her hair while his lips moved up her neck to her jaw, moving toward her lips. This wasn’t supposed to happen, and now a nervous flutter was finding its way into the pit of her stomach as he stilled, looked down at her with serious eyes, and then pressed his lips to hers. She moaned, half out of surprise and half out of pure desire while she eagerly returned the kiss. She’s kissed many men on assignments to get what she wanted, but there was always one man that she was curious about. Now her curiosity only grew, because now she wanted to know what his skin would feel like pressed against hers, how well his body would fit, how he would feel inside of her.

“I want you,” she whispered as they broke the kiss, her hands moving to the hem of his shirt. Before he could protest the shirt was gone. She mewled when seeing the hard muscle beneath and eagerly pulled him in against her, kissing him again while her hands memorized his body. He was kissing her back just as eagerly, hands going to her breasts, making her body arch into his as she gripped him by the loops of his fatigue pants. When she started making fast work of his pants he held her by the wrists and made her stop. “What?”

“Just wait.”

“For what?” asked 452, moving against him, grinning as she felt him straining his pants. “I want you, 494. Right here. Right now.”

“We aren’t allowed to have inner relationships. It’s against the rules.”

“So?” She wrapped a now free hand around his neck and dug her nails into his barcode, making his eyes flash dangerously, darken deliciously, and she smiled while bringing her other hand to the bulge in his pants, making him exhale sharply through his nose. “Be wild with me. Break a few rules and have fun doing it. C’mon baby…” She maneuvered her hand to the tops of his pants, unbuttoned them, and then easily slid her hand inside, making him moan. “Show me what its like to be with you.”

It was as if a dam had broken. With a somewhat growl he had gathered her up into his arms then slammed her back against the tiled wall. The shower still ran, a foot or so to her right, and she shivered as the cool tile hit her skin. The room was now steamy, making it harder to breathe normally and her breathing became more irregular as he harshly pressed his lips to hers. She moaned arms winding around his neck just after he whipped off his pants. He shifted them to the right, under the shower, the spray hitting him in the back while his body caged her against any contact with the water.

“You want me?” he asked, his voice dangerously low while a hand moved down her side. “Just me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her own hand finally taking in his hard length, making him moan, making her body shudder with anticipation because he was long and thick and ready for her and all she’s done is touch him. “Just you.”

“Not 511 or 612 or 534, just ME?”

“Yes,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip as he lifted her up, eagerly wrapping her legs around him. They didn’t have much time; a guard could easily pass by and see them like this. Cameras were everywhere and caught him walk into here and if they took too long someone could be sent to see what was going on. He was ready and she whispered in his ear how wet she was. Foreplay was far from their mind.

He slid easily inside her; dual moans escaped mouths that were lightly pressed together. It was almost too perfect, how right it felt to be with the other person. When he started moving, she braced a hand up against the still running nozzle of the shower and moved with him. She wanted to call him something other than a number, other than what THEY called them, because this moment felt special, even though it would be over with quickly out of fear of being caught. She thought hard, which was difficult to do with his long sure strokes hitting her sweet spot over and over again. Her eyes were clouded and she took in his face and he had a small glint to his eye, as if he knew she was putty in his hands. Jerk, what an ass, making her feel all needy like this… Dick? That would work…

“God 452, I think this is the longest you’ve kept from talking,” he said. “We should do this more often.”

“Smart ass,” she said, moving a hand behind his neck like before, digging her blunt nails into his neck. “Smart aleck…”

“What?” he asked, lips moving to her neck, suckling the skin there as he moved, making it red, and the dual pleasure had her close to orgasm so she braced her body against his.

“Oh God, Alec!” she screamed before she went over, eyes closing as the sweet pleasure rocked her from her head down to her toes. Gasping she clung to him, inner muscles sensitive and fluttering against his still moving dick. She gripped his hair harshly and smirked as the moan he let out as she smashed her lips down to his. He got off on pain, good, something to do later. Instead she slammed her hips down one more time. “Come on, Alec…”

“Who is Alec?” he asked dangerously, body tense.

“You,” she said. “You’re my smart-alecky CO and you’re going to cum right now.”

He did, his whole body tensed and he groaned as his hips jerked up into her before he erupted inside her. He moaned her number, which was ok with her. She watched: mesmerized by the numerous emotions that painted his face. When his breathing evened, she smirked, hand cupping his cheek before she climbed off of him. Her legs felt shaky as she reached for her towel and he turned off the water.

“You can’t give me a name,” he said. “That’s what THEY did.”

He, of course, was talking about the 09ers. 452 and 494 had each had a clone in that unit and they had suffered long after they had escaped. 452 frowned before slowly walking up to him, hugging him gently, resting her head against his chest.

“They were sloppy, weak. We aren’t… In private, you are MY Alec…” The way she said it, made a strange tingle run down her spine, as if she was marking him for her own. She looked up, and seeing the look of wonder and slight fear, she knew he was feeling the same thing. “Sides, sounds so impersonal just screaming out 494. What’s the fun in that?”

He smiled, a real smile, and took the towel she offered when she was done. He watched her as she dressed and sighed as she winked before exiting to her room. She had a smile all the way to her barracks and after stashing her razor she slinked into bed, the smile still plastered onto her face. She was most definitely doing THAT again…little did she know, he lay in bed, brows furrowed while staring up at the ceiling, thinking of a name that he could call her to make her his…

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“Max!” he shouted, coughing as the smoke entered his lungs. The fire had already spread to the quarters he knew Max was in. All around him others were screaming for help, then as if it was some sorta miracle, the doors swung open and bodies started pouring out of the cells. Alec was frantic, searching faces while directing them to the way they needed to go to be safe. He then sighed in relief when seeing Max bounding toward him, she instantly wrapped her arms around his middle. “We need to go!”

“Go where?” she asked. “What’s going on?”

Sam, the bitch, had fucked them all over and now people were dying because of her retarded notion that they all needed to be free. They had caught her, tried to make her his breeding partner, and now she was trying to fry them all alive because of her and her stupid boyfriend’s, who she now couldn’t touch, idea that they could take on Manticore. Morons. Max was supposed to be on assignment in California, but had stayed behind due to some blood work not coming back right, so he had blurred as fast as he could back here to get to her.

“Manticore is trying to erase us from existence and we need to go. Now. Ok?”

Max nodded and together they ran out. They sprinted through the courtyard where numerous sessions of training had happened, over the fence, and finally into the trees. When hitting a highway they stopped and she nuzzled her cheek against his chest, happy they were both safe. She had to admit she’d been scared, but now there were more pressing matters. What were they supposed to do now?

“We’ll think of something, ok? All we need is each other,” he whispered, as if knowing what she was thinking. “All I need is you.”

“Me too.” She nodded, pulling away. “Where should we go?”

“Well, I hear Seattle is a great place to live…”

End: Y

Title: Zoey (T)

Summary: She was an odd X7, but soon would have Alec and Max reeling.

Max sighed, running a hand through her hair while doing her best to say focused on her paperwork. TC was in need of a lot of things in a short amount of time and it was making her head hurt. Though she had shark DNA, she hadn’t slept in over four days and was starting to feel her exhaustion. A knock on her door made her feel annoyed because she knew she was ALMOST done, and she didn’t want any disturbances.

“Come in!” she said, sounding more dangerous than welcoming. Her demeanor instantly changed when seeing eleven-year-old Zoey. Or that what they figured she was. She was…odd. With her bright purple hair and almost yellow eyes one could see the spider-monkey features on her face with her small nose and wide, innocent eyes. Some said she had a gift for telling the future, but Max really didn’t believe in that stuff. Sure, Zoey had predicted the flash flood last week and the fact that White would be on a heist, but it had been raining heavily. Anyone could have predicted the flood that washed through Seattle. White was dangerous, and there was always a chance he would interrupt a heist.

“Zoey,” said Max, trying to put on a welcoming smile. She was certain it looked more like a grimace. She couldn’t help it. She was dead tired and in need of a bed. She rubbed her hands over her eyes and gestured to the dilapidated chair in front of her desk that looked like it was about to bust. Zoey sat anyway, her legs came up so that her arms could wrap around them and she rested her chin on her knees. “What can I do for you?”

“I had another dream.”

Max stiffened, then relaxed. She was starting to act like the others. Like these dreams was some sorta premonition. A warning. Max placed her hands on her desk, linking her fingers together before nodding. She stared Zoey dead in the eye and wondered…maybe she was some sort of advanced warning system? Because there was some like her, who could predict patterns in seconds to determine what the best plan of action would be to prevent a disastrous event.

“Alec was in it…”

“Alec?” asked Max, concern evident before she stoned her features. “What was the moron doing?”

Zoey’s amber eyes turned mournful and she swallowed thickly while tears threatened to fall, “White has him. He’s going to die, Max.”

Impossible. Alec was on a simple recon, he had just radioed in saying-

“You need to pick the yellow door, Max.”

“What-”

“MAX!” Mole came bursting into her office, panting, and he didn’t have to say anything. Max already knew…and was out the door, leaving the little girl alone in her office.

“Save him… or else it will kill you,” whispered Zoey. “You and everyone else…”

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“Move your ass!”

“I’m trying!” hissed Alec through clenched teeth as he stumbled his way down the stairs with Max supporting most of his weight. His leg was broken, he was sure of it, and she had no sympathy for him. Typical. Logan or Josh could have a sliver in their finger and she’d be all ‘Mama Bear’ but when HE gets shot, stabbed, tortured…she tells him to suck it up. Bitch. “Where are we even going?”

“The entrance we came in was blocked off. Mole and them got out before it collapsed and now-” Max stopped in the stairway. Alec could hear footfalls echoing above them and he was certain he heard a door open below them. They were so screwed. “Yellow door.”

“Say what, now?”

“Move!” she hissed, opening the heavy, hatched door. They closed it softly and Max almost cried in joy when seeing a heavy metal bar beside the door to jam it up. She moved with him onto the floor and they both stopped, a dumbstruck look on their faces when seeing scaffolding on a pulley system just outside the window that people use the clean the said window. “Huh.”

“Luck must be on our side tonight, Maxie.”

“Yeah. And don’t call me that!”

They climbed out the window onto the slightly shaky piece of equipment. Max didn’t waste time and they wheeled down quickly, the speed enough to make her hair dance slightly above her head. At the bottom, Alec gritted his teeth while sliding off and the van pulled up just as men came running out of the building with their guns. Alec and Max easily made it inside the van and ducked to the floor of it as bullets hit the metal.

Later, they would both think if the intimate position they were in. Max was beneath Alec, him sheltering her from any bullet that may penetrate the van, her arms around him. Her eyes had felt heavy then, the adrenaline wearing off and so the tiredness returned as he pulled away. He gritted his teeth and when seeing his leg she got back into soldier mode. She set it, much to his displeasure, while going over large potholes in Seattle. She knew it must hurt like a bitch, so she didn’t say anything this time as she braced it with a piece of the van floor in the back.

“Could you have picked a bigger piece of junk, Mole?”

“It made it, didn’t it?”

“Barely,” muttered Max and Alec at the same time, sharing a secret smile after.

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“You chose the yellow door.”

Max jumped and whirled around to see Zoey standing there. She needed to get the kid a bell. Even Max made SOME noise to alert others she was coming, Zoey was still in Manticore mode, like most of the others, and still walked lightly.

“I did,” said Max, taking in the pink pajamas Zoey wore. Gem had taken her in and Zoey helped out with the baby sometimes and had a home now, but there was still something…off. More so than the others.

“Good. Now we will be free for sure. We need you both, you know.”

“You sure we’re talking about the same Alec?”

“I see it all, Max,” said Zoey, looking like a child but sounding like an adult while she spoke. She looked dead serious, her eyes hard and her mouth pursed. “It’s time. White isn’t going to wait much longer. If you want to win and survive, you need Alec.”

Max frowned, “Just who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Our salvation,” said Zoey, her eyes flashing. “The savior of the world.”

“Look, Zoey, I don’t know-”

“Gem needs me.” Zoey turned and stilled at the doorway. “He needs you too, you know.”

“Who?”

“Alec. He’ll always need you, more than anyone else.” Zoey paused. “More than Logan.”

“Hey! You’re just a kid! You don’t know-”

“I do. You’re still at the fork in the road. I hope you choose right, Max… For all our sakes.”

And then she was going, leaving Max to sit and ponder…

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“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“How’s the leg?”

“Bearable.”

“Need anything?”

Alec frowned, muted his television, and then looked up at the fiery brunette that’s been both a thorn in his side and a good friend. She looked fidgety, like she wanted to say something but wouldn’t spit it out. Typical Max. Then again, they were all like that.

“I’m good.”

“Good.” Max took a seat by him, grabbed the remote from his hand, and changed his channel.

“Hey!”

“I’m not watching bootylicious Barbie shake her ass, Alec.”

“Bootylicious?”

“Sides, gotta make sure you don’t injure yourself further. Would be typical of you to make your injury worse.”

“Hey! I resent that! I mean, without me being the typical screw-up, others could have been killed.”

“You’re not a screw-up,” said Max, slowly meeting his eyes, looking a little guilty. “I mean now. THEN, you were.”

“Whatever,” he muttered while she picked a channel. He took the time to look at her and frowned at the bags under her eyes. “You look terrible.”

“Excuse you?” asked Max, that familiar fighting fire in her eyes.

“When’s the last time you slept?” At her shrug he sighed before pulling her in against him.

“What’re you doing?” she asked, stiffening, but not wanting to move because he felt nice…smelt nice…

“Get some sleep, kay? If something happens they call the both of us, I’ll let you know, ok?”

“Hm…”

A moment, before a thought that’s been bugging him all night came to mind.

“Hey, Max?”

“Hm?”

“How’d you know?” he asked, his hand rubbing up and down her back, as if he were familiar with her body and they did this all the time.

“Know what?”

“You said ‘yellow door’. Like you knew.”

“Zoey.”

“Zoey?”

“Zoey,” she said with a sigh.

“Huh.”

“I still don’t believe it, in that stuff, but she said take the yellow door before I came to get you…”

“I see… So you think the kid’s got that special mojo or just really, really lucky?” No answer. “Max?” He looked down to see she was asleep and sighed, closing his eyes as Zoey’s words replayed in his head, what she had said to him this morning…

“Alec?”

“Yeah?” he asked, stilling in his steps to see the strange girl everyone talked about. He had a thing against those that could mess with a mind or had anything to do with minds so he kept his distance. Just cause she was a kid didn’t mean she wasn’t dangerous. “What?”

“You’re supposed to die today…”

“Uh…ok?”

“Listen to me… When the alarms go off, send your team to the roof, but you have to stay behind, it’s the only way…”

“Only way for what?” he asked, and the serious look on her face and what she said next would remain imprinted in his mind forever.

“For them and you to live. For your chance at happiness. For her to SEE you, and only you…to start the journey you’re meant to take…”

“Did someone put something in your Lucky Charms this morning?” He looked behind him as his named was called. “Look I…” When he turned back to talk to her, she was gone. “Ok… weird girl.”

“Thanks, Weird Girl,” whispered Alec softy before he kissed the top of the girl’s head he loved and would always love. “I owe you one.”

END: Z

I’ve had a lot of fun with this…Feel free to follow my alphabet; I’d like to see what you would all think of! :0)