Teenage hormones probably played a large role in it too.    “It was a simple question,” She muttered, when his gaze had been too distant for too long. “Don’t have an aneurysm or anything.”   “I...run through the trees.    “Piece of cake,” 494 turned to smile at her. And, you know, stupid Red or not, she actually believed him.  A/N: Mwahaha! Open endings. So open to interpretation. ^_^ 

T+ A/N: Wha- How did you get to be so long? You sneaky little fic you. A/N2: This is not the Ben Fic that Anonymous requested. That's comin' later. A/N3: Blood Gulch. *snickers* R is for Red Time...to her, the harder it was to resist, to break away. It was like fighting nature, and right now he had a feeling it’d be easier to defy gravity than it would be to let go of her.   On to part two

Rated K+ A/N: Just somethin' short n' sweet. I'm saving the req. fics for last, because hopefully they will be the easiest to do. A/N2: The only prompt that I was really and truly suckered into using...own Joshua #100. Maybe it could stay in the museum. Maybe Alec would help Josh brush out all of Max’s borders before they even realized they'd recreated that painting they'd wanted all on their own.

Max's plan to wrest away Seattle dominion would have to wait, however.  Really, it was probably just coincidence that their illegal tenement building got raided by the cops the very next day. If Walter...be throwin’ away money like that.” She frowned. “And while I’m at it, need to call my sweet chickadee. Ain’t no way I spendin’ the night at Alec’s tonight.”   “Wise decision,” Sketch nodded sagely.

Rated T A/N: AUGH! Nothing annoys me more than seeing "Error updating journal: Client error: Post too large." It's not even that long, cut me some frickin' leeway you stupid piece of *grumble, grumble...was goin’ down.   Somehow. Max just didn’t know how yet. She’d get to it eventually. Only one thing was certain. Nobody dictated to Max who her friends were. Nobody.   on to part two  

Rated K+ A/N: I dunno. The desire to write it hit me a few months ago, and I knew right off the bat that I was a weirdo. But then again, I just can't picture transgenics raising house cats, and most cannnot...Josh, and definitely not Logan, in the middle of nowhere.   Which is really the way he’d wanted it from the beginning.   The pig, that is, not Alec.   Rocko had never liked Logan to begin with.

Rated K  S is for Surprise “I don’t know what to do,” She moaned.   “Why do anything? Let it sort itself out.”   Her look said, clearly, that that was not an option. That, hell or high water...in the ass as he leapt from the couch, and he yelped, but it didn’t deter him from his mission; Operation Max and Alec Alone Time was officially in effect.           A/N: Fluff fluff fluff fluf

Rated M-ish. For nonsequiturvy , who indirectly reminded me I only have three weeks left and need to get crackin'. And nickeldime_17 , who always puts up with my neuroses (plural ^_^...   If he thought she was another notch, she’d soon disabuse him of the notion. Max played for keeps, and sooner or later, Alec would get it through his thick skull that his night belonged to her.

Max took one look at the list, looked at Logan, and said very calmly, “I’m busy.” Maybe it was cruel to toss it into the trash in front of him, but this had to stop. Plus, the way he’d been acting...away from her grasp. So she almost jumped in surprise when his arms descended around her shoulders and he leaned down, his forehead just resting against hers.   “Good thing you’re not alone, then.”

A/N: M is for Mystery Rated T   Max woke up ravenous. Starving.   Again.   Max woke up completely starkers. Naked as a jaybird.   Again.   Max woke up starving, naked, and curled up at...were unstable all he wanted, and maybe he’d had a point when he’d brought up Ben, but Alec had seen the pictures… there was just no way that whatever was killing Familiars was human.