Author's Note: Lexwell fans, I am back with a new story! It is 10 times the fun, 10 times the humor and 10 times- ok, I sound like an advertiser. Sorry 'bout that...

SUMMARY: Max calls Alex to his cell to talk.

Disclaimer: If Supergirl was mine… they would have been together from episode, I dunno, 10. And something way more would have been made with the hand holding scene on 1x20. Lexwell for season 2 all the way, guys!

"Is there any particular reason you called me over her? Or did you just want some amusement?" Alex crossed her arms over he chest and glared at Max, who was sitting on his seat in his containment cell.

"Both, actually." He said with a cocky grin.

Alex rolled her eyes at the comment... and the butterflies that erupted in her stomach when he smiled. She had to stop this. "Spit it out then."

"Do you love me, Alex?" Max said this without a trace of humor or sarcasm, staring so deeply into her eyes, Alex was sure he could see her soul.

"I- what? Are you kidding me? I hate you!"

"Yes, yes, I know. But do you hate me, or does your sister?"

Alex glared at him. "We both do. Your an arrogant billionaire with a God-complex. How could anyone like you?"

"How do you know that that's not just a show I put on?" Max said, his face blank.

"I don't. " Alex countered cautiously. "Is it?"

Max got up and began to pace around the his small room without answering. Alex continued. "Why are you asking me? This is rather daft for the oh-so-brilliant Max Lord. What gave you the slightest idea that could lo-"

"Because I love you." Max interrupted, almost so quietly that Alex didn't hear him.

"You what?!" She hissed.

"I know! But I have had a lot of time to think while in this cell, let me tell you. I've thought about you, and your sister, and why I helped Supergirl. It was all for you. And I asked myself, 'why? Why do I care so much about someone who hates me?' It's because your the only person that's ever cared."

Alex sighed and rubbed her forehead. "This can't really be happening." She hated to admit it, but she did love him. He was stuck up, arrogant, and way too sure of his self importance, but she loved him. WHY? Why did she love him?!

Turning, Alex opened the door to Max's cell. He called after her, recovering some of his old cockiness. "Think about it, ok?"

Oh, she would think about it all right.

Author's Note: R&R, and please notify me if a new fanfiction is written about them! I think I've read every single one out there…. I will take anything I can get!