A/N: Just an experiment, I'm not really sure where this is going, but I
might be able to get something from it.
It's AU, and I think I've changed some things (I don't really think it was Max with the gun in the pilot but Eva or someone). Max has just come to Seattle, 16 years old and none of her sibs have died. And there will be no stinking Logan (maybe as the bad guy or something though). Dunno.
Tell me what you guys think of my little experiment.
Prologue
Max forced herself not to fiddle with her skirt and meet the interviewers gaze.
He wants me to squirm, Max thought angrily. Suddenly, she did not want the job if it meant dealing with such a sadistic boss- she could find her siblings without this job.
Just when Max had convinced herself to just stand up and walk out, taking her expensive dress suit with her, the interview said, "So, if I get this straight, you got kick out the military?"
"Yes."
"Reason?"
Shocked by the authority and command of the interviewers tone, Max remained in her seat. "I threatened a superior officer with a gun."
"So they dismissed you."
"Yes."
Max had a strange feeling of déjà vu while answering interviewers direct questions.
"No high school education. Is that correct?"
"Yes." Max had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from adding 'sir' onto the end of her sentence.
"But the military educated you?"
"Yes, sir."
There- it had come out! Max felt disgusted with herself, but she could not find the strength to simply walk out of there.
"I have no further questions," the interviewer said, closing her file.
Max stood as the interviewer stood. She did not expect to get the job- with those kinds of credentials he would not hire her for the chimney sweep.
"Well, I might as well welcome you to the team," the interviewer said as they shook hands.
"What?"
"Is English not your first language?" the interviewer asked, genuinely interested in Max's skills.
"English's my first language- I was just shocked that I got the job," Max stuttered slightly.
"Oh- I understand your shock. The firm's looking for a bitch like you to cope with some of our clients."
Recovering, Max shook his hand more enthusiastically. "Thanks you. You won't regret this."
On her way out, Max heard the phone ring and the interviewer pick-up. "White."
It's AU, and I think I've changed some things (I don't really think it was Max with the gun in the pilot but Eva or someone). Max has just come to Seattle, 16 years old and none of her sibs have died. And there will be no stinking Logan (maybe as the bad guy or something though). Dunno.
Tell me what you guys think of my little experiment.
Prologue
Max forced herself not to fiddle with her skirt and meet the interviewers gaze.
He wants me to squirm, Max thought angrily. Suddenly, she did not want the job if it meant dealing with such a sadistic boss- she could find her siblings without this job.
Just when Max had convinced herself to just stand up and walk out, taking her expensive dress suit with her, the interview said, "So, if I get this straight, you got kick out the military?"
"Yes."
"Reason?"
Shocked by the authority and command of the interviewers tone, Max remained in her seat. "I threatened a superior officer with a gun."
"So they dismissed you."
"Yes."
Max had a strange feeling of déjà vu while answering interviewers direct questions.
"No high school education. Is that correct?"
"Yes." Max had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from adding 'sir' onto the end of her sentence.
"But the military educated you?"
"Yes, sir."
There- it had come out! Max felt disgusted with herself, but she could not find the strength to simply walk out of there.
"I have no further questions," the interviewer said, closing her file.
Max stood as the interviewer stood. She did not expect to get the job- with those kinds of credentials he would not hire her for the chimney sweep.
"Well, I might as well welcome you to the team," the interviewer said as they shook hands.
"What?"
"Is English not your first language?" the interviewer asked, genuinely interested in Max's skills.
"English's my first language- I was just shocked that I got the job," Max stuttered slightly.
"Oh- I understand your shock. The firm's looking for a bitch like you to cope with some of our clients."
Recovering, Max shook his hand more enthusiastically. "Thanks you. You won't regret this."
On her way out, Max heard the phone ring and the interviewer pick-up. "White."