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Reunited Or Not - Chapter 5

(by elle6778)

Max looked out of the window sullenly. The night was dark, reflecting the shade of her mood.

She needed to get out. Too many things were happening to her all at once. Everything she had believed in for the last one year was crumbling down on her. It was time to think about what she really wanted and what she would be willing to let go.

The Space Needle.

That was the one constant in her life. The place she could go to, maybe to clear her mind a little.

With that, she went to her Ninja and wheeled it out of the apartment.

"Where are you going?"

Max looked up, started by the unexpected voice from the shadows in the hallway. She tensed when she processed the identity of the man who was beginning to emerge from his hiding place.

Alec stepped out slowly, his eyes not leaving her. His expression was grim.

She tensed further, her hands clenching the handlebars in a death grip. What was he doing here? And how the hell did he know where she lived?

Because he has been watching you, Max, a small voice told her. Zack's words came back to her. How Alec had never bothered to approach her, even when he knew all along where she was. And now it was too late.

Right now, his presence was the last thing she needed. She did not want to see him or talk to him now. Or maybe never.

Max wondered if she should push her Ninja out of the apartment, or just head back in. And lock the door behind her. She snorted inwardly. As if that would do any good.

"Where are you going, Max?" his repeated question forced her to glance up at him.

"To get some air," she said briefly, not wanting to go into details. Maybe he would just let her be. Maybe he would just leave her alone like he had done for the past year.

"Need some company?" he asked with a smirk.

No such luck, she thought sourly. "No, thanks."

On one hand, she wanted to yell at him and demand to know the answers to the questions in her head. But on the other hand, she knew that the answers might not be something she needed, or wanted to hear at all. Glancing up at him, she said icily, "What do you want, Alec?"

He frowned, confusion marring his expression. "A goodbye would have been nice, you know. Instead of just leaving like that," he remarked, moving closer towards her.

"I had things to do, so I told Rex to tell you I left," she said tightly.

He stepped in front of her, crowding her. "I don't get it, Max. You were fine when we first got to TC, and then, suddenly, you just left. I mean, what's the deal?"

She stared off in the distance, not saying anything. She did not trust herself enough to speak. Things which were better left unspoken might accidentally escape her lips.

"Max, we need to talk," he prodded softly, his gaze sweeping their surrounding once before it landed back on her. "Come on, let's go in," he said, grabbing her arm.

She pulled away from his grasp. "I have to be somewhere else."

He gave her a sceptical look, obviously not believing a word. "Yeah? Where?"

"Meeting up with someone."

He let out a sigh of exasperation. Then in a harsher tone, he snapped, "Well, it can wait. This won't take long. Let me say my piece and if you still want to leave, then leave. But at least give me a chance to explain things."

Like to explain why he got together with Dee, no doubt, Max thought, her heart constricting painfully. "What are you talking about? There's nothing to explain," she said carelessly.

His expression became pinched. "Yes, there is, Max."

"Some other time, maybe," she said disinterestedly and then proceeded to side-step him.

A strong hand clamped over her arm. "No. Now," he insisted in an uncompromising tone.

"Get your hands off me," she growled in warning. She flicked down the bike stand with her foot and settled her bike before she turned back to face him, glaring angrily. Why was he forcing her? Why could he not leave her alone? Her grip on her tightly controlled emotions was slipping precariously, and all she wanted to do was to just be alone before she lashed out at someone.

Alec smirked. "Now where have I heard that before?" he asked, his grip around her arm tightening almost painfully.

"I guess you just don't listen too well," she said, trying to throw his arms off hers with no luck. "I mean it, Alec. Let go," she gritted out. His hand on her arms was doing strange things to her. It was like her body recognised his touch and wanted more of it, much to her dismay.

"Not until you hear me out," he stipulated firmly, pulling her closer.

He was so close that she could smell nothing but the unique scent that was just Alec. But he was crowding her, making it hard for her to think. Making it hard for her to remember why she did not want to talk to him.

Suddenly it all became a little too much. Alec, Zack, Dee and everything else in between. Something erupted within and fanned out in a hot rush all over her. With a hard wrench, she tore away her arm from his grip and swung around to face him fully.

"Hear you out? HEAR YOU OUT!" she snarled into his face. Using both her hands, she pushed him back roughly. "NO! I don't want to hear anymore from you or anyone else," she yelled. "I'm through with listening!" Her eyes were awash with anger.

A shocked expression graced Alec's face. He obviously did not expect her violent reaction. "Hey, chill, okay?" he said cautiously, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture.

Max's eyes narrowed. "Chill?" She snorted. "Do me a favour, Alec. Just walk away, okay?" she lashed out.

His expression tightened. "No."

"No?" Was the guy trying to be dense or what? Could he not see that the last thing she wanted to do was to talk?

"It's not too much to ask, Max. Just talk, nothing else."

Nothing else? What else did he think they were going to do? "Actually, I'm not in the mood to talk right now," she said, her chin lifting up stubbornly. Surely he would get the idea by now.

To her dismay, his face took on a hard, implacable expression. Before she realised what he had in mind, he had grabbed her arm and pushed her back into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind them. "Well, guess what? I'm not giving you a choice."

Max stood facing him with her hands on her hips, hardly believing that he had actually forced her back into her own apartment. Her eyes were flashing murderously as she glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?" she snarled, stalking dangerously towards him.

He stood his ground, matching her glare. "You're being stubborn."

"My attitude is none of your business," she spat, jabbing him in the chest with one finger.

Alec caught her finger in his hand. "Wrong, Max. It IS my business. It became my business when you suddenly did a 180 turn between the time you walked into TC and the time you left."

"No," she protested as she yanked her finger back from him. "It's not your business!" Her fist snapped out of its own volition, nailing him in the cheek.

"Damn it, Max!" he exclaimed, astounded. Rubbing his cheeks, he glared at her.

"Get out," she gritted out. She really could not deal with this right now. She did not want to hear him demanding to know why she left. Or the inevitable explanation from him about his absence for the last one year. Or his relationship with Dee.

Completely ignoring her words, he just gave her a predatorial look which made the fine hair at the back of her neck stand. "You're not getting rid of me so easily, Max," he said just an instance before he lunged forwards.

As of a sudden, Max found herself slammed hard against the wall, her breath escaping her in a rush. She tried to push him away, but he had her pinned using his larger mass.

Momentarily abandoning her attempts, she glared at him. "What exactly do you want, Alec?" she spat into his face.

Breathing hard, he just stared at her wordlessly.

"I said-"

But before she could get another word out, her lips were crushed roughly beneath his. Max's eyes widened in shock and she tried to turn to the side, but his hand came up to hold her in place. She tried to clamp her lips together, but only succeeded in biting his lips.

He hissed out loud, lifting his head up to look down at her with smoky, dilated eyes. His lips were tinged red where she had bitten him. Max's tongue snaked out to lick her lips, tasting the coppery taste of his blood on her taste buds as she searched his eyes in confusion. What was he doing? Why was he doing this?

"Reminds me of the good old times," he remarked huskily, and then his head descended upon her lips again, effectively sidetracking her train of thought. "When you were hell bent on kicking me out of your cell," he continued.

The feel and the taste of his mouth on hers were intoxicating, clouding her mind. His lips were moving urgently, almost impatiently over hers, nipping and sucking relentlessly. She gasped when his tongue entered her mouth to seek hers.

Those lips then travelled down her jaw, planting kisses until he reached her neck. Max involuntarily arched back, unwittingly allowing him more access to her skin.

"This is what we should be doing, Max. Not fighting," he rasped against her neck as his hands slipped beneath her black, cropped top to find her skin.

"No," she protested half-heartedly. "Not this," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut involuntarily.

"Stop thinking," he instructed as his hand ran up her ribcage to cup the underside of her breast. His touches were not tentative. They were sure, confident and it was making her lose all control.

Max's eyes snapped open when his thumbs grazed her nipples through her bra. Goosebumps exploded over her skin, and she responded with a passionate hiss. He groaned in reply.

"At least, if this is the end, just let us have this to remember," he whispered almost brokenly, pulling her top off over her head. Once the top was halfway across the room, he kissed her deeply.

She twisted to the side, breaking their kiss. Between gasps, she muttered, "Don't do this, Alec. It's just going to make things more difficult." Her hand came up to circle his wrists, to still them.

Easily dislodging her hand from his wrists, he continued his ministrations. "You want this too," he pointed out, running the flat of his palm over her body, inciting a hiss of pleasure from her.

The touch of his rough skin against her was fanning the flame of her arousal, making it hard for her to breath normally. "You're reading too much into it, Alec," she said tightly, closing her eyes to avoid his searching gaze.

He raised his eyebrows. In a quick move, he had her pinned to the wall. She released a gasp of outrage, trying to push him off.

But she suddenly stilled when she felt his hand down the front of her pants. "No." If he touched her there, he would know how aroused she had become.

When his hand slipped past her waistband, she knew that she would not be able to work up the strength to resist him, especially considering that her traitorous body had been deprived for so long.

The first contact of his fingers sent shockwaves through her body. Max bit her lips to stop herself from crying out.

"Let go, Max," he whispered against her neck.

His words crumbled her already weakening defences. She knew that she would hate herself for it, but she could not help responding to him.

She moaned out loud as he continued to caress her, her fingers gripping his shoulders in a death grip. It might leave a bruise, she thought absently.

Then, wanting more, she slid her hand down to unzip him, hearing his sharp intake of breath as she did so. His eyes were burning hot with desire as he watched her.

It was not long before their clothes ended up scattered around the living room. They could not seem to get enough of each other.

He lowered her onto the floor, his eyes devouring her as his hands played with her. The touch of his skin against hers felt like a brand, hot and permanent. He was touching her like he wanted to absorb every inch of her.

Then he moved closer.

She kept her eyes on him, watching his face contort almost as if he was in pain as he pressed his hardness against her. And then her eyes fluttered shut the moment she felt him sliding in. They were a perfect fit.

His thrusting movements created a friction inside her that she had almost forgotten. A groan escaped his lips as she bucked up to meet his thrusts. She could sense that his control was slipping as his movements became more erratic, more forceful.

The pressure within her was building, escalating rapidly, stimulated by the contact between them and the heated look Alec had in his eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Look at me," he whispered raggedly. "I want to watch you."

Her eyes snapped open as the first waves of her climax exploded over her body. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as her body trembled uncontrollably.

As the aftershocks washed over her, she heard Alec expel a loud groan before he shuddered against her.


Max was curled up in his lap. He could hear her breath gradually slowing down to its normal pace. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his face against the top of her head. Right now, he was content.

"I missed you," he said gruffly, holding her close. He had wanted this so much, thought about this so much that now it all seemed almost surreal.

To his surprise, she pulled away from him abruptly, glaring reproachfully. "Stop this, Alec! You can't just walk in and out of my life anytime you like," she said in a resentful tone.

Alec sighed. It was more than evident that she was not prepared to let go of whatever it was that bugged her. "We need to talk. Just give us a chance, Max."

She lifted her chin defiantly, displaying that stubborn streak. "Give it a chance? You knew where I was all this time but you didn't even bother to come up to me. Who's not giving it a chance?"

Alec froze. So Zack had spilled the beans after all. "I have my reasons for that," he said tightly.

Max snorted disbelievingly. "Like you always do."

He immediately stiffened. "That's not fair, Max."

Her eyes flashed angrily. "Not fair? You know what's not fair? What's not fair is when you know where I am, but didn't even do anything about it while I was searching all over for you for almost a year! Now tell me if that's fair!"

Silence ensued. He did not know that she had been searching for him. If he had known, he would have realised that she still wanted him. All this pain, all this resentment was just because of misunderstandings. It was time to clear everything up.

He said edgily, "I saw you with your friends and Zack, alright!"

"What are you talking about?"

She probably would not believe him, but he had to tell the truth. There had been enough misunderstandings, too much distrust between them already. Taking a deep breath, he began slowly, "The first day I found you, you were laughing with a friend. It was the first time I heard you laugh like that," he shrugged, his expression wistful. "And then Zack turned up. I thought you were happy, with all your friends and Zack. You never stopped telling me how much better it was for you outside. So I didn't want to screw things up for you. That was why I didn't come up to you."

She looked stunned. Blinking disbelievingly, she exclaimed, "That's it? That's why you let me wonder what happened to you for the last one year? Alec, I asked you to come with me. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you close."

Alec ran a hand over the back of his head in a show of discomfort. "Alright! I know that now. It wasn't the smartest move, but it happened, alright? There's nothing I can do about it now," he replied, his tone tinged with embarrassment.

She glanced away, obviously mulling over his words. Then she turned back, her expression wary. "So what now? You totter back to Dee and we pretend that this didn't happen?" she asked, her eyes looking everywhere but at him.

Alec sat up abruptly and turned to stare at her, hardly believing what he was hearing after what had just happened between them. "What? No! I had a deal with her, that was all."

Her lips curled in disgust. "You mean you were in it for the sex only, and she wanted more."

"No!" he denied hotly. "No. We just made it look that way," he admitted. "It was never really like that."

Max frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Dee had made him promise not to tell anyone, but this was different. He needed to come clear with Max. "When we got out, Dee was pregnant with her Breeding Partner's baby. But she lost it during the escape," he said softly, watching her intently.

Max swallowed as a flash of pain crossed her features.

"Max…"

She interjected quickly. "I'm okay. It's just that it's still hard, sometimes." Then, exhaling slowly, she asked, "How did she end up with you then?"

"She was shot by one of the X7s, and was barely conscious when I got to her. Anyway, we have been running together since. Then when we found Terminal City, the news got out and everyone started arriving. One of them was her breeding partner. I don't know what's the deal with the guy, but he refused to leave her alone."

"What? He has feelings for her or something?"

Alec shrugged. "I don't know. But Dee hates him."

"Why?"

"He took his orders seriously," Alec said carefully, watching Max for her reaction.

Max's eyes widened in understanding. "She refused, but he went ahead anyway," she said flatly.

Alec nodded, and then allowed himself to smirk. "Yeah, not everyone's as considerate as I am."

Max rolled her eyes. "That's just because I kicked your ass."

He raised his eyebrows at her. "Still in denial, are we?" he teased, but inwardly glad that Max seemed to be accepting his explanation.

"So, was that why she ended up with you? For protection? What's in it for you?" she asked suspiciously.

He held his hand to his chest. "That hurt. I was just being kind, you know?"

Max just stared at him, her eyes narrowed.

"Alright, alright," he relented. "It was simpler to have her next to me. I don't have to deal with potential mates."

Max's expression turned incredulous. "Potential mates?" Her tone expressing her distaste.

Alec looked sheepish. "I don't know, all this breeding business must have gotten to some of the females. They seem to want to… you know, mate?" he remarked with a frown, scratching his head. "It's like breeding season or something. Which is not that bad if you want to be tied down to just one female, I guess."

Max smacked him on the arm. Hard.

"Hey!" he objected, rubbing his arm. Then, with a softer look, he said, "I saw what it's like for Dee when she lost her baby. It must have been hard for you. I should have been there."

Max lowered her eyes. "Yeah. I had a tough time for a while. Zack and Original Cindy helped."

Alec shifted uncomfortably. He needed to be sure of something, and since they were doing all this opening up thing, he might as well do it now. "Zack and you. Did anything happen between the two of you?" he asked, keeping his voice casual.

Grinning, Max asked, "Why do you want to know?"

"Come on, Max."

She shook her head. "No."

Alec exhaled a sigh of relief.

She gave him a curious look. "What made you think there's something going on, anyway?"

Alec hesitated for a moment before he remarked, "You two seemed close."

Her brows furrowed. "We grew up together, Alec. What do you expect? Of course we're close. He's like a brother to me."

He shrugged, and then said cockily, "Just as well. I don't want to beat up your brother."

Rolling her eyes, Max said flatly, "I'm sure Zack can take care of himself."

He smirked. "Well, I think I'd hold off anyway. I want our baby to have an uncle."

Max's eyes grew large. Her words came out as an astounded whisper. "What?"

He pulled her close, glad when she did not resist. "I think I like the idea of us being together. And I like the feeling of knowing that we created something together."

A soft smile graced her lips as she looked up at him. "Yeah, we've been through that before. But it was a little different then."

Alec sighed exaggeratedly. "Yeah. Renfro being the godmother kind of ruined things a little for us."

Max grinned.

"So…About the baby…" he said, nuzzling her ears with his lips.

"Hmmm?" she murmured, turning sideways to look at him.

His eyes twinkled. "Do you want to get started on one soon?"

Max raised her eyebrows and then slowly climbed over him. "Is that an order, soldier?"

He waggled his brows. "Yeah."

"Then I can't refuse, can I?"

Laughter rang through the apartment as they tumbled together in a heap on the floor.


.:The End:.

A/N: Yes, that's it, folk. The happy ending you've been looking for ever since the end of Breeding Partners Or Not. I hope that you've enjoyed the story. Please leave me a few words to tell me what you think.