Set towards the end of season 2, all the transgenics are in hiding by this point.
Alec hurt is the main theme here, mixed with a bit of his relationship with Max. No romance though!

This hasn't been beta'd so all mistakes are my own. Unfortuantely i don't own anything, i'm just borrowing:)

"Alec what were you even doing out there?"

Max's eyes looked about ready to bore holes through the guy leaning against her door frame.

Alec trudged across to Max's sofa and laid himself down before answering.

"I was getting cabin fever at Josh's."

His breath hitched, as the wound on his torso was pulled open by the movement of sitting down.

"I . . . I wanted my own . . . own stuff."

The dirty blonde's eyelids started to droop as his head lolled to one side againt the arm rest.

Hearing a lack of concentration from her friend, Max returned to the living room with towels and a basic first aid kit in her arms.

Alec's eyes were now fully shut and his 6ft frame seemed to sink further into the black leather sofa. Max could hear his breathing becoming shallow. Vital blood was pumping itself out of Alec's body. It was only a matter of time before he went into shock.

"Alec, Alec!"

Max did not need him passing out right now. She gently shook her friend on the shoulder, aiming to stir him up without causing any more pain. Truth be told she was nervous about patching the guy up. At least if he was conscious he could give her a little reassurance.

After another minute or so Alec's eyelids fluttered to half-mast, revealing glassy Green eyes. Max inwardly sighed with relief.

"Jeesh Maxy, can't a guy get some peace around here?!"

He was trying to flash one of his million dollar smiles but the waves of pain and nausea caused more of a grimace.

Without saying a word Max pulled off Alec's leather bomber jacket, taking one arm off at a time before throwing it to the floor. She then set about removing his jumper. Think red blood was soaking the garment, making it heavy and much more tricky to take off.
Now that patches of blood were starting to dry and stick to his skin it was even more uncomfortable and time consuming. Every time the material was pulled away from his skin Alec had to clench his jaw firmly together to keep from screaming.

Finally with a little help from Alec, Max had the jumper and underlying t-shirt in the same pile as his old leather jacket. Anybody entering the small apartment now would be shocked at the sight. Blood drenched clothes scattered all over the carpet and still a pool of blood forming on the sofa next to Alec.

Once his chest was bare the full extent of Alec's wound became obvious.

As he looked down at his blood stained chest Alec recalled how he had come to be slumped against Max's door at 3am!

Well there we have it, please review. Tell me what i could do to improve, or if you want any more. . .