If there's one thing I learned from my twenty-one years of existence is that life's an irony.

It's ironic that the people who spent millions of dollars to 'create' me and my genetically-modified 'freaks' of a family are now hunting us down, intending to annihilate us. They taught us the finest arts of self-preservation our entire lives and now they expect us to just roll over and die?

It's ironic that these genetically-engineered 'killing machines', who could take down human soldiers by the dozens, were actually 'conquered' by the love of a rich boy in a wheelchair, an innocent teenage girl, and a compassionate blind woman. Of course none of these 'love stories' turned up well, to say the least. Two of these people are now dead – 'collateral damage' as they would say – and the third is living on the constant threat of death that sometimes I feel like love just isn't worth it.

It's ironic that after my endless longing for a 'family' ever since I got out of Manticore, I actually turned my back on them upon the first sign of trouble. God, I actually killed Ben because I couldn't carry him... I gave up Brin because she was sick... I let Tinga die after I promised her son that I'd bring her back... and I even sent Zack away because his brain was a bit messed up... I still don't know if I made the right decision there, but I hope he got at least a shot at a nice decent life...

It's ironic that sometimes you find family in the people you least expect. Who would have thought that the most treasured people in my life would be an ordinary – but definitely one of a kind – lesbian; a spaced-out 'dude' who actually once sought to expose 'my kind'; a dog 'nomaly' who I grew up thinking as 'monsters' that would eat you up if you were bad; and a Manticore-raised X5 who didn't seem to care about anything but himself...

Funny, isn't it, how one small word could cover so much?

But ironic, above all, is when you could finally be with the so-called 'love of your life', you realised that the guy you truly love had been right under your nose all this time...

Yes, Logan finally found the cure today. I'm cured! We're cured! But somehow I don't feel like jumping in joy (or jumping him, for that matter). I mean, you'd think – after all that waiting – that we'd get right down to business the second he stuck that needle in my arm, but all I could feel was a total … nothing.

Well, that's not completely true. The second Logan said "I found the cure", Alec's face came to mind. I was so irritated by it that an unconscious pout formed on my mouth. Logan thought that I no longer want the cure. I had to reassure him that finding the cure was like the most joyous occasion of my adult life. How he got it, I don't know. Probably some more of his 'resources' down the drain...

No!! Not down the drain! The cure is not useless. Logan and I can touch now. Still, Alec's annoyingly beautiful face appeared again.

God, did I just describe Alec as beautiful? The problem is, things aren't as what they used to be. The siege has been going on for six months and I haven't seen Logan for five (until our latest injection meeting that is). Alec, on the other hand, has been on my side since day one. I definitely thought that he'd split as soon as he found a crack on the barricades. But he stayed.

His presence went from being uncalled-for to being familiar. From being familiar to being expected. From being expected to being relied on. And from being relied on to being cherished. Who the hell would have thought?

Me actually 'like' spending time with Alec? Me actually like the way he can get on my nerves and make me smile all in one go? Me actually like waking up to his tousled blonde hair and cute smirk, when he'd pick me up to get breakfast? Me actually like the way he graciously moves when we spar? Me actually like the way he'd call me 'Maxie'?

This is just perfect! The day I find out that Logan and I can finally be together, I also realise that I'm in love with Alec…

Isn't that just ironic? Now what the hell am I supposed to do now??

A/N: Please review!! I know I'm not the most excellent writer, so there's gotta be something you could say.