Forget-Me-Not
Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I would like to.
A/N: Ok I kinda got an idea for another story I hope you like it... if you have any ideas, I am very open to suggestions!
Chapter One
"Max?"
"Yeah, whaddya want?" Max glanced toward the guy, and away from the box she was packing.
"I was just wondering if you were busy tonight." Her attention returned to the box instantaneously. Almost as if she was retreating from his musing.
"No, but if your asking because you want me to come on another not so much a date, then I'm not interested. Chris? Would you please go bug someone else?" Max smiled sweetly.
"Come on Maxie" he pleaded.
"Whadid I tell ya about calling me that!" Her mood seemed to have degraded even more, if that was even possible. "Besides I already told you. I don't like you that way, so give up will ya?"
Chris had asked about the nickname many times, but she was just too damn secretive. Then again he never really got memo on anything historically related. But he still thought she was hot.
"Well I suppose I'll just have to ask... Codi then..."
"Yeah do whatever ya gotta do, but if you..."
"If I break her heart, you'll break me..." he mimicked playfully."Yeah, yeah I know" this made Max grin.
"Would you get lost? I gotta load this fish otherwise my boss is gonna can my ass." Max pushed him aside.
He turned to leave the dock and smiled "I don't know how you do it Max, it's disgusting!" he plugged his nose dramatically.
Chris wasn't a bad guy or anything. He just didn't know when to quit.
A couple months ago she'd jumped Chris while in heat. She thought the heat cycles were over, but she was wrong. Manticore must've given her a temporary cure that wore off. She traditionally cried alone, and then the pathetic boy followed her like a lost child. He drove her up the wall, and it wasn't in a good way either. Really she couldn't blame herself though, for choosing him in her heat induced insanity. He was an eyeful, for an ordinary. Broad shoulders, dark hair, and blue eyes, still something just didn't click.
She'd moved to a small community near Vancouver BC called Port Hardy. It was a small place, population 4,500 sorta deal. Max had been living here for all of five months.
Ever since TC decided it would be best to abandon the war that seemed never-ending. They'd already been at it for a year and a half and they were losing. Things only worsened when the transgenics weakness of Tryptophan was revealed by some former Manticore scientists. That was about the time they all decided to split, all over the world, to blend or hide.
Joshua, Mole and some other anomalies stole a barge. They said they could live on fish, and when they needed supplies they would discretely come to land for it. Max naturally protested but her cries fell flat on the floor.
They weren't up for listening to it, they wanted to be somewhere other than a cave. She had to respect that, and decided that Josh would be safe with Mole. Gun hoe Mole, of course he would take care of his own. Max had actually grown a little respect for the lizard guy; he was a bigger softy than she gave him credit. It was just all hidden behind the 'tough-guy-act' that Manticore transgenics seemed to pick up ever so effortlessly.
Max 'officially' broke it off with Logan two weeks after Freak Nation. They hadn't talked since, and she was happy with her decision. OC and Sketchy were still in Seattle last she heard, she hadn't seen or spoke to them in a year.
It was for the best. They were safe without her, well safer anyways.
Alec. Alec she lost in the final bombing. She didn't know if he survived or not. Together they were evacuating the transgenics, at that point they were practically the last ones left. They were separated in the scramble. Her senses told her he was alive, but really she couldn't know.
Police were swarming the place and she had to jet. She drove until she saw the ferries. Then she decided it would be best to just rebuild her life, Port Hardy seemed alright. Small place, good people, and very little communication with the 'outside' world, except the tourists.
Max finished her shift off at the docks, where she had one of her many part-time jobs. She unloaded the fishing boats, and boxed what was frozen. Gary kept telling her that if she kept it up he would promote her to fish-gutter. 'Oh-Joy!'
Her life had been turned upside down. She cut her hair. It was short and wavy again. Lasered off her barcode, and put her dark locks up more often. Her leather was tossed and traded for clothes that looked less 'tough-girl' and more 'ordinary' it was all in the name of 'fitting-in.' She traded her bike in for a decked out black Chevy pick-up.
She would never admit it to anyone out loud, not that she really had anyone left. But she missed that thorn in her side, Alec. She was really concerned about him, and she refused to believe that he could be dead. They had really become close friends over the course of the past few years.
"Hey Max, that you?"
"Yeah" Max said while dropping her work bag and dropping her keys in her pocket. She took a deep breath in, spaghetti, yummy. Ya gotta love Brandy and her cooking.
"Have you heard from Codi?" Brandy was a very motherly figure, though you wouldn't expect it by her looks. She was the one that offered Max a room in the log house, and gave her a job at her pub. Her father had given it to her when he passed away.
The beautiful log house was on a large piece of acreage, deep in the woods.
"Oh yeah, last I heard she was going out with Chris." Brandy raised an eyebrow, with that Max just had to ask "What?"
"Nothing" she smiled. Max was always defensive like that.
"You don't think he'll do anything stupid do you? Last time Codi broke up with that guy, she cried her guts out for like a week." Brandy chuckled in mirth.
"You should know, if that guy would say anything, or do anything. I mean if I'm wrong, set me straight."
"You are wrong. Uh un, we are so not like that, I have made that mistake before. Definitely not going back there. On-off relationships, I am so over that."
"Suure" the petite woman grinned. Brandy had reddish brown hair, and really curly hair. Her eyes were a light blue, and she had the 'laid-back-casual-but-hot' thing going on.
"I mean it Brandy!" Max whined. "Where's my puppy?"
"Oh yeah, tied him up outside" Max glowered at her Brandy shrugged feebly "he had to pee!"
"Oh." Max skipped to the back door. "I'll be in the barn, my turn to muck the stalls." She made a face to show her disgust. That had been part of the deal though. You wanna ride the horses you gotta take care of them too.
Max stepped out on the porch and saw her 'Bandit.' He was chasing one of the many barn cats, until he came to the end of the chain and landed on his behind. Bandit was a border-collie cross German Shepard cross, cross... Max fell in love with him while working at the local animal shelter and had to bring him home.
He made her smile, with his little tail, and little ears, and little nose. She tossed a stick light-heartedly and headed into the barn.
Brandy and Codi didn't know her secret. She made that mistake once, and wasn't willing to do it again.
Max picked up a shovel and started in 'Twinkle-toes' stall. She was a gentle mare, a gray paint that Codi named. There were three of them. Brandy's was called Bud, he was a palomino. Codi and Brandy bought her a horse too. She was already called Bindi, but Max could live with that. It was a hot-tempered bay, and on some levels reminded her of herself.
This was Max's life, she was getting used to it. It was hard though, not having anyone to share with. At this point it just seemed so surreal, it was too normal. How long could it last?
A/N: Ok I kinda got an idea for another story I hope you like it... if you have any ideas, I am very open to suggestions!
A/N: I don't know too much about Port Hardy, but I did live by the ocean. These things were pretty typical where I lived... it is fictional anyway so... yeah.