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The loud base bumped through the club, as couples grinded against one each other in sync. Alec and Max however, sat at one of the tables, drowning themselves in beer.

Max was afraid, but she didn't want anyone to know. How could anyone imagine what it was like, to be missing an entire person from your memory? Who exactly was Logan to her anyway? Max thought, but was brought out of her trance by Alec's voice.

"So when did Logan say he would have the results?" Alec asked, trying to remain detached, as if it had nothing to do with him, even though he knew how much it did matter. He took a large gulp of his beer, and turned his attention to Max.

"He said, he'd call," Max told him, looking restless as she searched the crowd. She spotted OC with her flavour of the day and smiled. "Alec, I need to ask you some questions, but I don't want you to get all weird on me. Can you do that?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Were Logan and I...were we...are we..." Max sputtered.

"Bed buddies? Lovers? Sheet turners?"

"You don't have to be crude!"

"Baby, crude is my middle name." Alec winked.

"I should have figured you couldn't carry on a decent conversation. You make me sick."

"Ah, now Max, come on, I was just playing around. Honestly, I don't know what was going on with you and Logan. I don't even think you knew."

"Oh."

"All I know is that you had this virus that prevented you and Logan from touching, and now it's gone, but you can't remember him. Go figure, huh?"

"I just want to remember him, it's so damn frustrating."

"I know," he said, sympathetically. "How 'bout you take out some of that frustration on the dance floor?"

"With you?"

"Do you see any other sexy, single guy asking you?"

"No," she laughed, in spite of herself.

"Then come on."

"Ok, but no funny business."

"Moi? Max, I'm frankly insulted that you would think I couldn't control myself around you. One of us has a pretty healthy ego."

"I'm already regretting this," she said, taking his hand as he led her through the crowd.

Alec's hand touched her back, shifting her closer to him. Max's arms went to his uppers arms, after staring at him apprehensively. It was only a dance, she had to remind herself and even Alec, looking remarkable, in faded jeans and a collared shirt, couldn't convince her otherwise.

She turning her head when she noticed him looking into her eyes. Only Alec ever looked at her like that, and she couldn't figure out why. His gaze was so intense, as if he was looking right into her, trying to figure her out.

"What are you thinking?" Alec asked, when the music was at a lull.

"I'm not."

"You have this look on your face, Max. I've seen it before. Tell me what's up?"

"Logan's not like us, is he?"

"That's putting it mildly," he scoffed.

"You know what I mean. He's not a transgenic, and yet he's helping me, why? He could easily turn us into White, so why doesn't he?"

"You have to understand something about Logan. To him, freedom is more important than anything."

"So that's why he helps us?"

"No Max. It's because of you," Alec told her distantly.

Even when she couldn't remember the guy, she still talked about him and it was beginning to irritate Alec. Maybe he had misjudged their relationship all along. Perhaps they truly cared for one another and it wasn't just an adrenaline rush when they were together but something deeper. Alec shook it off, he didn't want to be having these thoughts, because it meant that Max would never see him the way she saw Logan.

Max was quiet as she thought about her life. She searched her mind for Logan, for any trace of a memory, but she couldn't come up with anything. The music reverberated against her chest, while it blared through the speakers once again at Crash. Alec took the opportunity to slide his hands against Max's waist. She looked at him, startled at first, but when he smiled back at her, like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, she laughed. It was infectious, and soon they were both laughing. Alec didn't remove his hands though, he only moved her closer, without a protest.

Gently, he rubbed his thumb against her midriff, as they began to bounce and sway to the music. At first he led her around, carelessly, just enjoying having her body against his. Under the dim lights, her glossed lips, glinted and shone, playing off the lighting making Alec turn his head before he did something he would regret. It didn't last long though, and unconsciously he ran a hand through her silky hair, unaware of the fire in her eyes, while she watched him. Angry at first, that Alec would be arrogant enough to think she would fall for his womanizing ways, Max looked at him with contempt.

Soon, she realized that he wasn't even aware of his ministrations. She brushed it off, but when his other hand moved against her back, in slow strides, she again wondered what he was up to.

All the while Alec tried to control his roaming hands, but to no avail. It was like she had some sort of power over him, he couldn't stop touching her, even if he wanted to. How could he not touch her when she was so close?

Max actually saw the pained expression on his pinched face, as it marred his features. She watched him then, curiously. The sweat beaded against his skin, narrowly covering his forehead and above his lip. Sexy, she thought, scolding herself, but it was. Even as he danced unaware of her prying eyes, there was just something about him. There was something that drew her to watch him, and wouldn't let her eyes wonder away. It seemed to her, that she had never really taken the time to see him, and now she couldn't stop herself.

He faced her, positive she was about to lay into him about his light caresses on her back and through her hair, but she just stared at him.

For a moment he almost looked scared. It crossed his mind, that there were more side-effects just now kicking in, and that maybe she had forgotten him too.

So they stared into each other's eyes, halting their movement. Neither spoke, maybe they didn't need to.

All of a sudden Max bounded forward and Alec caught her in his arms. A drunken man walked by and fell against Max sending her into Alec's arms, only then was the spell broken.

Alec glared at the man, who threw his hands up as way of an apology.

Max snuggled against Alec while she regained her balance, still weak from her ordeal.

Those shimmery lips were now inches from his and all he would have to do was push his head forward and they would meet.

"Thanks, Alec," she whispered against him.

"No problem," he told her huskily.

Neither moved though, they remained so close they could feel each others warm breath and sticky skin against their own.

Alec wanted so badly to just follow through for once, and just kiss her, the consequences be damned, but as he leaned in, Max's cell rang. Effectively, they were jolted out of their thoughts and from one another's arms.

Alec ran his hand through his short mess of hair, cursing himself for being such an idiot. He watched Max hang up the phone and move back towards him.

"So?"

"It was Logan, he has news."

"You better go then."

"Aren't you going with me?"

"Naw, I think I'll stay here and scope out the babes." He winked.

"Alec?...Normally, I wouldn't ask, but it just feels weird seeing Logan and not knowing who he is."

"What are you saying?" He smirked. He wasn't about to let her off the hook, if she wanted him to go with her, she would have to come right out and say it.

"You know what I want."

"Do I?" He paused, then looked back at her quizzically. "No. No, I'm afraid I'm not getting it."

"You're such a jerk. Will you come with me or not?"

"Did I hear a please?"

"Don't push it!"

"Since you asked so nice, I just can't resist." Alec laughed, the sarcasm practically dripping from his pores.

"Ass!" She whispered under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Max told him, turning to roll her eyes.

TBC