I know this idea isn't the most original but I hope you guys like it. I just wanted to do my own on this idea. I haven't written for a while but I hope this is okay. I know this first chapter is short but it's just a prologue really to get the story started.

Don't own anything.

Max pressed down on the accelerator of the car she had stolen in an act of desperation. She risked taking her eyes off the road for a split second, glancing in the mirror to the backseat were Alec was lying, unconscious.

It seemed forever to Max, even with the speed she'd been going, when she finally pulled into the hospital. It was a risk, even with Logan's doctor, bringing him here. But it was a risk she had to take.

She had called Dr. Shankar before coming here and she was going to meet them there. As she pulled up and went to the backseat to see Alec, her heart sped up once more at the sight of him there and she flashed back briefly to what happened.

"He's late." Max said, sighing impatiently. Alec rolled his eyes and stood up from were he'd been kneeling and watching for his contact.

"You didn't have to come, Max." He reminded her. "If you were just coming to bitch at me..." Max shrugged.

"I figured that if I came I could forgo the inevitable rescue mission for your ass." Truth was, she didn't like Alec going to these types of things without any backup. She and Alec had actually become friends over the past couple of months, and despite what sometimes came out of her mouth, she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. And after the world had found out about them, it had become twice as dangerous for them.

"Really?" Alec asked, smirking at her. "Cuz if I didn't know any better I'd say you were worried about me." Max opened her mouth to comment, snide remark on her tongue when Alec stilled suddenly and held up a hand. Max tensed as well, and her brow creased in a frown.

"What is it?" She whispered. Alec didn't answer but a split second later he was flinging himself to the side and tackling her out of the way just as a gunshot rang out. Immediately they were both up and rounded a corner of the building, hiding there. Max glanced at Alec, but he gaze focused on the arm of his jacket. Alec followed her gaze briefly and shook his head.

"Just a scratch." He said, looking around. "We have to get out of here." Max nodded. Her bike was on the other side, with the shooter, and besides, it was to open.

"There." Max said, spotting a car on the other side of the street.

"Think we can hotwire it before these guys blow us away?"

"Only one way to find out." They had almost made it to the car when another shot rang out and this time it hit the mark. Max heard the thud of Alec's body hitting the ground...

Max paced the hospital hallway, waiting for Shankar to come out of the room. She still wasn't sure how she had gotten out of the alley way alive and with Alec still breathing, though barely. He had been hit in the head. Fortunately it wasn't what the shooter had intended and hadn't killed him, though it still might. Max stopped her pacing when the door the hospital room finally opened and Shankar came out.

"How is he?" She asked immediately.

"He's alive." Shankar said, and Max let out a relieved breath. "But I'm not sure what damage is done. The bullets out but he still may have some brain damage. From what I've seen of your genetics, though, whatever damage was done may heal, though. We'll just have to wait for him to wake up to see." Max nodded and went into the room.

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Max spent the next day in Alec's room. He still hadn't woken up yet. She spent hours going through the possibility's in her mind of what kind of damage Alec could have suffered. It was nearly twenty hours after she had brought him in that Alec begun to stir.

Max had been leaning back in her chair, flipping through some magazine but not really seeing it. Truthfully she was restless and bored out of her mind, but she couldn't force herself to leave the room. In the end, she realized that maybe Alec meant more to her than even she would have admitted to herself, not that she'd ever tell him that. She'd nearly fell out of her chair when she heard him groan.

"Alec!" Max jumped up and leaned over him, relief in her voice and in her heart. He frowned, his eyes still closed and brought one hand up to his head. "Alec open your eyes." Max said forcefully, pulling his hand away from his head. She had expected him to say something about her bossing him around again. She expected a complaint, maybe. What she did not expect was the confusion in his dark green eyes as he opened them and stared up at her.

"Who are you?"