Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dark Angel Characters

A/N: Since I'm starting to like Challenge fics so much I took up this one. This is answer to challenge by Dazedizzy where Max and Alec swap bodies for one week. "Let the fun begin."

Challenge requirements:
1. Max and Alec swap bodies for one week.
2. They must somehow retain some of the more recent memories...it's up to you what kinds of memories (just don't go all the way to the past)
3. Max must notice how many girls hit on Alec, and be tempted to hit on them right back. She must use the following lines:
"You're a unique creature unlike any other," and "My toothbrush is green."
4. Alec must feel Max's sexual frustration (LOL!) He must say the lines, "I got an itch I'm lookin' to scratch," and "Oooh, silk sheets!"
5. They must "meet up" and strategize how they're supposed to live in each other's shoes...this can be funny or angsty, or fluffy, it's up to you, but I just wanna see a scene where they basically have to go, "You're me, and I'm you!"
7. have fun!

Chapter 1

Max made her way through Crash's like an arrow to its mark. She spotted him quickly in the back of the bar and headed in his direction. With her genetically enhanced hearing she could hear him joking around with a buxom blonde and rolled her eyes.

"I can't help it every time I'm around you I have a hard time breathing." Oh please. It's because all the blood keeps rushing to your downstairs brain, she thought in exasperation.

His hunger for the fairer sex was simply insatiable. She tried to stop listening. She attempted to block out the irritating deep tenor that sometimes managed to make even her stop in her tracks. The underlying sexy tone that would lure just about any woman to his bed wasn't helping either.

He was incorrigible, completely oblivious to the rest of the world when he had a woman in his line of sight. Apparently he only had enough blood to work one head at a time. He was the center of his own universe, overseer, king and court jester all rolled in one. She smirked at her own wittiness.

Finally she made it beside him and stopped. Gazing at him, she put her hands on her hips. He was much taller than she was and any advantage she could get at the moment would help. Taking her usual stance of angry annoyance, she waited.

Turning slowly, he pretended to be shocked by her presence. "Maxie… to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Quit messing around and don't call me that," she said curtly, her eyes angry. "I've been waiting on you for the last hour and I find you here playing around with…" She didn't have a word for it and just waved her hand in irritation to the blonde who was now noticing Max for the first time.

Alec gave her a sly grin and then turned back to the woman hanging on his arm. "Don't worry, she just gets jealous sometimes," he winked and she laughed.

Max was outraged and she was about to smack him upside the head when he excused himself. "I have something urgent to do but I'll be back in a little bit will you still be here?" he asked coyly and Max could practically hear her coo.

"Of course," she smiled and took a drink eyeing him over the rim.

"Oh please hurry up before I vomit," she said in irritation. Alec chuckled at her outburst and finished his glass of scotch. "Relax," he drawled and she huffed.

He followed her outside of Crash and they made their way to their destination.

After chewing the inside of her cheek raw, she finally exploded "relax? Relax! Because of you we're now an hour behind schedule. When are you going to learn Alec? The world doesn't revolve around you. Some of us actually have better things to do than…" she let the words trail off and waved her hand back to the bar. She still had no words to describe it.

"It's just a word Max don't be afraid to use it. Just because you're not getting any it doesn't mean the rest of us have to follow suit." He grinned maliciously knowing any second now she was going to snap. Boy she needed to release some of that sexual frustration soon or she was going to explode. He'd just love to be there when it happened so he could rub her nose in it.

"You know I can always help you with that," he teased. It was a constant game between them. He pushed her buttons and she snapped at him.

"Oh please, like I'm ever going to stoop down to your level," she said briskly trying to steer the conversation away from her sexual activities.

Now he lost it and burst out laughing. "Oh you're just worried you might like it."

He just wouldn't let up. "Please, like you could ever satisfy any of my needs," she shot back angrily.

"Fine, don't ever say I didn't offer." He wiped the side of his nose and sniffed.

"Can we just concentrate?" she hissed tired of hearing him talk. She swore he talked because he was completely in love with the sound of his own voice. He was right but she would never let him know that. He would never let her live it down.

Even though the virus still stood between her and Logan she couldn't bring herself to steer away from him. True she was frustrated with her sense of loyalty. She felt guilty because he'd held on to her so long and somehow it would just seem wrong for her to walk away. After everything they'd been through together she couldn't see herself with anyone but him.

Only after so many close calls with them touching and him almost dying. She had finally brought their relationship to a screeching halt and she'd called it off. Using the excuse that Alec and her were together. She still couldn't believe of all people and of all the things she could have said that it ended up being Alec. She was still kicking herself in the ass for that one. Alec of course milked it for all it was worth.

Alec simply shook his head at Max and her constant raging. It seemed she had made him her personal punching bag. The way he figured as long as she was hitting him she wasn't paying attention to anyone else and he wanted to keep it that way.

"Whatever…" he picked up his step. He seemed a little too happy for her and she worked her jaw furiously. "Let's just get this over and done with shall we? I have to hurry back," he reminded her.

She looked at him crossly and kept her mouth shut she wasn't going to give in to him this time. Sure she felt the urge to drop him down a peg or two but it wouldn't make a difference.

They finally made it to her apartment and she stomped up the stairs. Without saying a word, she opened the door. He just couldn't help himself, he couldn't go that long without making an itty bitty comment he knew would just get her going. "No wonder you're not getting any. Who stomps like that? It's not very feminine."

She shot him a murderous glance. Chuckling he put his hands up in defeat, "I'm just saying."

"Can we just drop it?!" she hissed and walked to her bedroom. A few minutes later she came back with a duffle bag and a new set of clothes. He couldn't help but admire the way her black cat suit hugged every curve. She threw his bag at his face. He caught it with quick reflex before it did any damage and grinned.

"Okay, I'll drop it for now," he gave her a dazzling smile. Leaving her, he walked in her room to change. He slipped on his own suit and a pair of black gloves all the while talking to her. "You know the only reason I was still there is because I know this is only going to take us like fifteen minutes to get the job done. I don't see why you get so worked up over nothing." He finished dressing and peaked out the doorway, "Max?"

She was sitting at the table lost in thought. Thinking about what he said and bit her lip in obvious anger. Not at him, but at her for letting him get to her and worse for letting it show. She hated the way things turned out in her life and wished she had half his courage to get what she wanted, what she needed.

His voice brought her out of her thoughts and she tried to remember what he said. Thank god for Manticore's specialty DNA that gave her an excellent sense of perception. "I have somewhere to be that's why," she stated flatly never giving him the specifics.

"Let me guess, it involves pre-pulse wine, candlelit dinner and for dessert a nice gift wrapped Eyes Only mission?" He came out of the room and she eyed him from the corner of her eyes.

"If you ask me, virus aside, Logan sometimes forgets he's in the company of a beautiful woman." He paused in the doorway and tilted his head to try and look her in the eye. "Max he takes your for granted."

His lithe form was making her too aware of his earlier teasing and how right he was. "Not like it matters now anyway, we're never going to be together. So would you just mind your own business," she snapped only then realizing that he had actually given her a genuine compliment.

"Easy Max…" Seeing the hurt look on her face he recognized maybe he went a little too far this time, but now that it was out in the open he wasn't going to back down. "Max…I was being serious. Ever think that sometimes he doesn't really see you?" he said softly.

"Shut up. Like as if you know how to appreciate a woman," she said sarcastically and a little more stiffly then she meant to. She never looked at him and turned her back on him.

"There's a lot about me you don't know," he threw the words out almost nonchalantly. "You're right though," he quirked his mouth. "What would I know about taking care of a beautiful woman? According to you I'm just a screw up and a jerk," he gave her his characteristic cocky grin hiding behind his usual façade.

She never said another word. They left in silence and finally made it to the art museum. He was right it would be one of the easiest heist they'd probably ever pull. She didn't even know why she had insisted he come with her in the first place. Probably because she knew he had her back and if something did go wrong he'd be there.

Logan kept insisting her trust in him was misplaced, but deep down she trusted her instincts. He wasn't the most reliable guy to have around but when there was a job that needed to be done, he completely changed and became a steadfast true blue soldier she came to respect.

They disabled the alarm, cameras and made their way inside. In and out that's all it would be. She signaled for him to cover her back and she crept inside the main area where most of the prized possessions were on display. Her objective was to acquire a very ancient Japanese artifact she could easily fence for five hundred grand. That would leave the residents of TC swimming in supplies for a long time.

She had never seen one before but according to her source it was used in ancient rituals to cleanse the human soul. Whatever that means, she thought snidely.

She never bothered with semantics and religion. The concept was just as alien to her as abstinence was to Alec. She approached the pedestal and slowly lifted the glass case. She reached in and pulled out what looked like a long thin porcelain rod, covered in strange symbols. She slipped it in her backpack and retreated from the room.

Alec was standing guard in case something went wrong but it went as smoothly as he predicted. She approached him and signaled for them to leave.

They exited the building and into the night back to her apartment in complete silence. They both changed back into their original clothes.

Alec pursed his lip in thought as he walked out of her room and spotted her sitting there holding the artifact. She was rolling it around in her palm, lost in thought again. There's too much of that going on with her lately, he noticed attentively.

She looked depressed, he knew he was going to kick himself for trying but he wanted to cheer her up. "Listen about what I said earlier, you know I was just playing, right?" She wasn't answering him and he felt horrible now for making fun of her dilemma," Maxie?"

She never lifted her head. "Don't call me that" she said absently. She was thinking how easy it would be to live life to the fullest and not have a care in the world like Alec seemed to expertly be doing. She sometimes wondered how he did it. Would it be that easy to be like him?

The feeling of remorse was creeping up on him and he was trying his best to find the right words but nothing would come to him. Maybe he should give her more slack it's not like she had it easy. He wished sometimes that he could understand her better, figure out why she felt she had to save everyone all the time. Sacrifice her happiness for others.

He reached over to pull the artifact out of her hand. Their hands touched, he looked down at her and their eyes locked. For a split second they both felt heat rush through them and instinctively they dropped the rod on the table. "What was that?" she asked panicked.

"I don't have a clue," he said at a loss for words. He looked at the inanimate object and shrugged. Slowly, he reached for it and when his hand touched it, nothing happened.

"Well whatever it was, it's gone. I'll fence it if you want," he offered and she shook her head.

"Yeah right," she scoffed.

She never trusted him. It's not like he was going to run off with the money. He knew how important it was to Joshua, Mole and the rest of their so called extended family. She always assumed the worst of him and for the life of him he couldn't understand where her distrust came from. Okay so maybe he screwed up once, or twice. He was just tired of that look she gave him. He slipped on his habitual mask of indifference. "Whatever Maxie, see you later. I have a hot date," and with those words he left.

He closed the door behind him and she watched it for a few seconds. "Thanks," she said in a low voice.

Oddly enough Alec waited by the door trying to compose himself and heard her. A small smile crept on his face and he left.