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Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You	By : girltype Category: 1 through F > Dark Angel Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s note: Sorry this is late but I went on a day trip and then got pickpocketed. Disgusting thing for a person to do. I won�t dwell on it though because all they got out of it was twenty dollars, a debit card that was cancelled within the hour it was taken, and my pictures. I�m more upset about the pictures than anything else, a lot of those I won�t be able to replace. So I need a pick me up.

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Chapter 11: Reaching out
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Well they shouldn�t have played that good
I got carried away and let the music go to my head
Well she shouldn�t have worn that dress
The way it curled around when she was spinning
Just killed me dead
My heart began to tell my body and my soul
That it had gotten in the mood to lose control
Oh no, when did neon lights turn into moon glow
When did that jukebox turn into inboinbow
I�m about to give in to this urge
One more slow dance with her arms around me
One more long glance and 
nothing will slow me down
I got no chance
If I�m not in love 
I�m on the verge
All I wanted was to be cool
It ain�t my style to over heat
Much less burn
But asfloafloated across the floor
All at once 
I flashed right past the point of no return
And any stars that hadn�t set 
had fallen in my eyes
	~ Not sure
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Alec woke slowly, his conscnessness settling down around him like feathers, and that should have told him that something was off. He was too happy to care, there was a curious weight on his shoulder that radiated warmth and smelled so good. He nuzzled closer to it with a contented sigh he he finally really woke up. His eyes came open slowly afraid that the night before had been a dream, afraid that it hadn�t been.

Max lay with her legs tangled in his and her head lying on his chest, when he looked down at her he thought he might be imagining the smile that softly curled the very tips of her lips. He breathed her in with the exotic splash of their coupling to add spice to the already irresistible smell. He could feel her weight on his chest, her warmth running throughout him, but he still ran one shaking hand up her back and up into her hair wondering if she was real. The other was tracing circles on her cheek with his thumb. Beautiful was the only word that came to mind for what seemed like forever as he gazed down onto her face and then another word intruded into his revere. Dangerous, which is what she was going to be when she woke up. She would accuse him of taking advantage of her, and she would hate him. Everything they had gained would slip away the second her eyes opened and he saw the spark of hate. He would go insane, he was sure of it, he would never be able to look in a mirror again without disgust.

He didn�t want to move, didn�t want to leave that perfect embrace that had her arms resting on his arm and chest. He didn�t want to have this feeling of peace go after he had just found it. But with an unsteady breath he let his hand slide once more over her smooth skin and slipped out from beneath her laying her head gently on the bed. He froze looking down at her when a small whimper escaped from her lips. When she didn�t stir again he let his muscles relax.

What a sigh he brushed a stray hair from her forehead, letting his fingertips graze the skin one last time before he leaned over and pressed his lips to her cheek before turning to get dressed. He was thankful that his boxers and jeans were still intact, but when he held up the remains of his t-shirt he let out a soft groan. He looked out the window with a pout forming on his lips; cold winter air on an exposed chest didn�t sound like fun. He admitted to himself that anything that involved not being in the bed with Max just then didn�t sound like fun.

He turned and padded to her closet, thinking she had to have some guy clothes. Skimpy t-shirts, mid-drifts, hip huggers, and finally one plain white t-shirt that would fit him, though maybe a little tighter than he usually wore them, but it would have to do.

He climbed out the window and paused on the sill for a long time watching as Max slept quietly. Last night a jacket was unnecessary but today he was no longer reacting to Max�s heat and so he was cold, shivering ever so slightly, reminding him of his dive into the lake. Even though he was cold he sat there until she started to stir; he ducked outside with a grimace and was on his was.

When Max woke up she had the strongest feeling that something was wrong; something was missing. She opened her eto ato an empty bed but could still feel the fading warmth of another body. She buried her face in the spot and breathed him in; him, Alec. Her head snapped up as she looked for any sign of him still in her room. It was with a pang of disappointment that she found his clothes gone, all except for the remnants of his shirt. She crawled out of bed and walked stiffly over to the shirt and picked it up with trembling hands and held it to her face for a long moment until she felt a cold wind caressing her body. Her eyes lifted to the open window and she suddenly felt like she was going to cry.

He�d run away. She was a one-night stand, a heat driven animal, and everything that had happened hadn�t meant anything to him. She let her body fold to the floor staring down at the ripped cloth in her hands, biting her lip to keep from making a sound. She didn�t turn toward the door that opened behind her but she knew Original Cindy was standing there.

"You�re beeper keeps beepin�." She stopped and watched Max sitting on the floor slumped over a piece of cloth and felt a twinge in her chest. "What�s wrong, boo?" The voice was hesitant; Max had the strangest urge to laugh.

"He left." She answered marveling at the calm voice.

"Who left." Now Cindy�s voice was sharp and surprised.

"Alec," Max had to clear her throat, had to fight to keep that strange calm that hadn�t allowed her to cry. With a smile she thought maybe this was just the eye of the storm.

"Alec was here?"

"Came in through the window."

"I�m so sorry, boo." Cindy finally came into the room, and reached for Max�s shoulder. "It was all Jen could do to keep you two apart, thought we had taken caf itf it when we finally got him to go home."

"I didn�t want to be kept apart," Max said so quietly Cindy had to lean in to hear her words. "I wanted him to be here when I woke up!" She turned to her friend, her eyes hard and her mouth drawn into a line.

Cindy didn�t say anything, just watched her friend, her face stark and unhappy. She couldn�t say, �maybe there was a good reason,� this was Alec they were talking about. No one really knew what to expect from him. A beeping sound came from the living room and Max�s head snapped up; "can you go see who that is?"

"Sure, boo." Cindy got up and walked into the living room shaking her head sadly. Max grabbed a robe and slipped it on before heading to the bathroom. "It�s Logan!"

"He can wait for me to take a shower," she called back before shutting the bathroom door.

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She was at Logan�s again, buis tis time there was no Alec to fidget with or pull her hair, and Jen was looking at her like she knew exactly what had happened the night before. And with a grimace Max thought she probably did.

She couldn�t look Logan in the eye when she had come in, instead she had stared at his smiling lips and wondered how much it would hurt to force one of her own back. He�d been babbling on about how wonderful the Manticore files were for the last half hour and she didn�t know if she could stay still much longer, nodding her head like she found what he was saying the least bit interesting. On a normal day she would, but this was not a normal day, and she didn�t want to deal.

His words were sounding like blah, blah, splice, blah, blah, cure, blah� "Wait a second, what?"

"The files you stole, thontaontain a way for us to make the anti-virus. We found the cure." He was watching her with sparkling eyes, telling her just how excited he was.

"We�ll be able to touch?" She was smiling at him but it felt empty in the pit of her stomach. Just one more thing to get her hopes up and then bash against the gigantic rocks of her life.

"I�ll be able to hold your hand without being rushed to the hospital," he was laughing now, looking at her with wide eyes. Jen leaned against his table with her arms folded against her chest letting a smile curve her lips gently but she was waiting for the look in Max�s eyes that would tell her which way the story would go. There it was, the spark of fire burning under the surface of that chocolate gaze as it flicked to Jen. She wanted to know, she needed confirmation that wasn�t clouded by Logan�s wishing.

At Jen�s nod she turned to Logan with one raised eyebrow, "when can we do this?" she was finally smiling a real smile, something twisted when she realized that Logan hadn�t noticed the difference.

"Right now." Jen said quietly, her voice subdued thoughtful.

Max was staring at her, "now?"

"Jen already went to a doctor to have the anti-virus made, she came back with it a few minutes before you showed up," the smile wilted alittle when he thought about how long it had taken her to come after he had beeped her six times. "If you take it now, we can touch by tonight."

"Tonight?" Her face became dreamy as she thought about that. "I�ll be able to touch tonight." She looked at Jen in disbelief for a fraction of a second before smiling, "Cure me, girl." Max couldn�t look at Logan so she kept her eyed on Jen who picked up a black metal case in nimble fingers. It seemed like forever for her to walk the short distance to her syringe and swab in hand. Cat green eyes and Chocolate brown eyes met in understanding right before the syringe slid into the crook of Max�s elbow. It was over in seconds but time seemed to stand still as she felt the sharp metal in her skin but no pain. "What now?"

"You go to work," Jen said placing the swab over the small red ruby of blood that dotted her skin.

"You come back for dinner tonight," Logan said with a smile that lit up the room as Max finally looked towards him.

"It�s a date," she smiled back and walked out the door giving Jen a nod of thanks and Logan one last long glance.

The ride to JamPony seemed longer than normal and that was when she got the first twinge of annoyance that, of course, this day would go by as slow as possible, just to taunt her. She was finally going to touch Logan again, the love of her life, the man of her dreams, and she didn�t feel like dancing like she knew she should. She ignored Normal and headed to her locker, she saw Alec and opened her mouth to say something when he turned away and walked to Sketchy without a backward glance.

"You got puppy dog eyes, girl. Lay down on Original Cindy, boo." Cindy said quietly when she came up behind Max who was staring into her locnot not sure what she should be doing next.

"Alec is avoiding me," she answered keeping any emotion out of her voice.

"Did you tell Logan about your baser urges takin� over last night?"

"No," she looked at Cindy and her eyes got wide at the disapproving glare. "I can�t, not now."

"Why not?"

"We have a cure." The look on her face said she didn�t really believe it but it was settling in slowly.

"That virus bitch is goin� down and you�re worried about Alec?" Cindy�s eyebrows rose to almost kiss her hairline.

"You�re right," Max forced another smile, not hearing Alec approach behind her silently, "Tonight I�m gonna go to Logan�s, and I�m going to be able to touch him." Alec bit his lips and glared at his hands not seeing Cindy notice him, and not caring as he turned on his heel, grabbed a package from Normal, and left. Max�s smile wilted as she looked at Cindy�s stricken expression and she went on a left of her own.
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