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Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.
AN: Remember that in this point in the season, we're in the year 2020 (DA season 2 was released in 2001). And we're about to dive into some rocky waters...
Chapter Summary: The weight of Alecâs secret is starting to create fractures. Because now, you have a secret of your own.
Song Inspo: âAttentionâ by Avant (ft. Snoop Dog)
Word Count: 4,400
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, elements of mate claiming, fluff, angst, perilous situations, and a cliffhanger...
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Part 3: Complications
These are the nights you live for.
The gangâs all here at Crash. Youâre accompanied by Max, Logan, Original Cindy, and a fruity cocktail Alec got for you. Though you roll your eyes at the way your boyfriend is trying to hook people into playing a game of pool with him, clearly so he can hustle them. The man has freakish skills.
Heâs already won two or three paychecksâ worth off Sketchy, who bows out by necessity.
âCome on. Anyone, anyone! Step right up and test your skills!â Alec calls throughout the back of the bar.
âBabe, would you give it up?â you say, even though youâre smiling. âNo one wants to get swindled.â
He turns to you, zeroing in with a flirtatious grin.
âWant to try your hand, sweetheart?â he asks.
You snort. âI think not.â
âAw, come on. We donât even have to play for cash. How about sexual favors?â he offers. The more he thinks about it, the more he likes that idea, with a growing smile. His gaze locks on yours.Â
âI wouldnât even mind losing,â he says, giving you a cocky wink.Â
You smile, fighting a blush. Max and Cindy roll their eyes. Logan ducks his head in amusement. Â
âThat white boy nonsense actually works on you?â Cindy asks.
You take a decided sip of your cocktail in lieu of answering.
In the end, Logan steps up to the plate, to much cajoling. When he actually wins, Alec is forced to accept a bruised ago as he forks over $50.
You beckon him over and he joins your half-booth table. You lean against him after he slides in behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, and you know he doesnât care all that much about the game.
You all cut up as usual for a while, laughing and telling stories from the day of package slinging. Logan patiently listens to all of you Jam Pony alumni commiserating over how each of you would choose to prank Normal (if there were no repercussions). Sketchy ends up with the best idea: putting super glue in the glue stick the man uses on his hair.
When the laughter dies down, Alec offers to buy the next round of beer. He often does, youâve noticed; heâs a generous person, whether he thinks of himself that way or not. Logan gets up to join him at the bar, wanting to chip in for the pitcher with his ânew winnings.â
You shake your head at that. Alecâs pride probably wonât allow competition from Logan for a second time tonight.
âWeâre about to be short-staffed again,â says Cindy, earning your attention. âJenny got knocked up.â
Maxâs brows raise, while you give a happy clap and a sound of excitement.
âOh, good for her! She and Carlos have been trying for months.â
âHmph. That is one thing Iâm not envious of,â Cindy says.
âNo kids on your wishlist?â you ask.
âNot a chance, boo,â she replies.
You turn to Max next. âAre you in Miss Anti-Familyâs camp too?â
âHey, ainât nobody said Iâm anti-family,â Cindy cut in. âI believe it comes in all shapes and sizes, and they donât gotta be your blood.â
You take a moment to think about what sheâs saying, and you conceded with a nod and a smile.
âFair enough, OC. Youâve got it right,â you gestured at her with the hand that held your drink. She clinks her half-empty beer with your glass. Both of you then turn to Max with expectant gazes, still waiting on her answer.
âIâm not into all that domestic stuff, really,â she says. Though her gaze drifts toward Logan, whoâs still arguing with Alec at the bar. âMy lifeâs complicated enough.â
Cindy snorts into her glass. You donât quite get it; maybe because you donât really know Max all that well, for how often you guys hang out. Itâs like she keeps you at an armâs length. It hurts you sometimes, when you see how close she is with Cindy, but you suppose itâs her right to keep her circle small.
The worldâs become a lot tougher after the Pulse. The more people know about you, the more they can use it against you. Thatâs why finding people you can trust, and even love, is all the more precious.
You glance over at the bar again, where Logan and Alec have seemed to come to a consensus. (Loganâs bowed out of paying for beer.) Alec has a victorious little smile on his face. He looks over, as if sensing your gaze, and he shoots you a wink. Your smile grows.
Meanwhile, Max and Cindy watch you with twin looks of wry amusement.
âSo you want the family package, huh?â Cindy asks.
You twirl your straw around your glass.
âI havenât thought all that hard about it, butâŠI wouldnât mind, with the right person.â
Max chortles, pointing a finger towards the bar. âYou think thatâs Alec?â
Cindyâs brows furrow slightly as she shoots her friend a warning look. You bite your lip and look down at your drink.Â
âNowâs not the right time but, maybe someday,â you reply.
Later that night, you treat yourself to a bath in Alecâs apartment. The heater here is amazing. His place is so spacious, with a huge TV in the living room worthy of his obsession with cartoons and soap operas.Â
He has another one in the bedroom, where heâs made himself comfortable watching some old sitcom.Â
When you eventually get out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, Alec is predictably glued to the TV. You donât even think heâs noticed you when you walk by him to grab the change of clothes from your overnight bag, but he pulls you into his lap before you can get dressed.Â
âWhy the hell do you need clothes?â he says, stealing a kiss. âThose cumbersome things.â
You giggle, and he smiles against your lips. He rolls you underneath him on the bed and you help divest him of his clothes, down to his boxer briefs. Heâs in a good mood tonight, you can tell.
He takes one corner of your towel and peels it off you slowly, until your body is bare for his gaze. His eyes take in every inch of you before they make it back to your lightly blushing face.
He smiles, and he takes down the messy bun from your head to have your hair fanning wildly across his pillows. Your hands move across his chest and further down, but he puts a stop to your exploration. He grasps your wrists and pins them down to the bed with a strength you canât escape.
You raise your brows. âAlec?â
âTrust me,â he says, dipping down to kiss your neck. âLet me take care of you tonight.â
You suck in a breath. Far be it from you to argue with that.
âIs this one of those sexual favors?â you tease.
He laughs against your skin. âYouâre about to find out.â
Then his mouth drifts away from your neck, burning a hot, wet trail across your dewy skin. He finds his way between your breasts, before he lavishes attention to each one. While his tongue swirls around one pert bud, he rolls the other under his thumb and pinches just hard enough to elicit a gasp from you.
Your back arches off the bed a bit; your fingers rake through his sandy hair, clenching whenever he finds a sensitive spot. Both your grip and your voice spur him on, letting him know heâs in the right direction.
You donât know this, of course, but before a few months ago, he wasnât so well-versed in this arena. Heâs learned his way down a womanâs body with much practice. And heâs come to find that every one of them is different, each with their own set of tells, as he likes to call them.
For example, he knows that even you donât mind it fast and rough, you prefer it slow, like this. You like a full work up, with his lips dragging down below your navel and his thumbs guiding your knees open, so he can slot himself between your legs.
Already youâre breathing deeper as he makes his way down, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the inside of your left thigh. His tongue licks a languid stripe up the seam of your pussy.
âAlec,â you whine, like you want him to speed up the pace. Maybe you do, but all he gives you is a smirk from between your legs.
âPatience is a virtue,â he teases.
You huff and will yourself to be virtuous, closing your eyes with deep breaths. âPleaseâŠâ
He chuckles. âI gotcha, baby. Donât worry.â
His hand slides up your lower belly, both to comfort you and to hold you down. You cover his hand with yours, but your nails soon dig into his skin as his fingers deftly slip past your folds and find your entrance.   Â
âAlready drenched for me, I see,â he remarks approvingly. He gathers some wetness and finds your clit, circling with the pads of his fingers. He searches for the right angle, using the sound of your voice to guide him.
When you suck in a gasp and shudder, he knows heâs found the right spot. He replaces his hand with his tongue, while he slips two fingers deep inside you. As he works you over, unrelenting when your hips threaten to raise off the bed, he holds you down with a firm hand. Your hands fist in his hair as your eyes close and your mouth drops open with your moans.
Finally, you buck against his chin and let out a wordless cry. He feels your wetness coat his tongue and knows heâs making you come. Your inner walls are still quivering around his fingers when he slips them out of you. He actually licks them clean, making you shiver again at the sight.
Alec crawls back up the length of your body while you catch your breath. He smiles down on you and brushes your cheek with the back of his hand.
âNot about to pass out on me, are you?â he asks. A teasing gleam is in his eyes. âI think I can resuscitate you.â
You laugh breathily in response and pull him down to you, crashing his lips to yours. You taste yourself on his tongue, which isnât unpleasant. Your nails drag down the back of his neck. Alec groans into your mouth and sinks his fingers into your hair.
Now heâs more on your wavelength as you reach for the waistband of his boxer brief and quickly roll them down. He helps you by kicking them the rest of the way off, allowing you to wrap your thighs around his hips tightly.
âHey, wait a second,â he says, laughing with his forehead pressed to yours. He grabs your hips and angles you a bit higher, then he reaches between your bodies and holds the painfully hard, weeping head of his cock at your entrance.
He meets your eyes, and you smile and squeeze the back of his neck in encouragement.
As slowly as he can manage, he pushes inside you. He stretches open your inner walls inch by inch. Both of you take in deep breaths and utter mingled moans as he continues to push inside, until the head of his cock reaches the very depths of you.
You toss your head back against the pillow with a heavy breath.
âYou okay?â he asks.
âYeah,â you nod, licking your lips. âJust move, baby, please.â
He doesnât need to be told twice. He likes when you call his name, but he thinks he likes even more when you call him baby. He knows that you mean it, unlike women heâs had to pay for.
But he doesnât want to think about any of those exploits when heâs with youâthereâs no comparison. He slides out almost the full length of his cock, before he pushes back in. He builds a slow, sensuous, steady rhythm that serves both of you well.
He actually works up a sweat, and you help him by meeting his thrusts, encouraging him whenever you give him your voice, your instructions and praises, your hands attempting to squeeze the circulation out of his arms.
He's so focused on rocking your world (and his own) that he doesnât realize what youâre about to do.
Heâs deep inside you when you brush your hand along his jaw and utter the truth.
âI love you,â you whisper.Â
Alec pauses.Â
Both of you are breathing hard, but the fact that he doesnât say anything makes you freeze. Neither of you have said that before. You hold in your breath.Â
Alecâs pupils are blown wide as he dips down, nosing along your throat before he begins to move inside you again. You moan in response as your legs squeeze his hips. He sinks his teeth just above where your neck meets your shoulder, making you gasp and arch against him, gripping his hair tight.Â
The way youâre squeezing him so tightly, from the inside out, means he reaches his shuddering end before you do, but he still makes sure you get there for a second time. His fingers reach between you to press and circle around your clit before his last few hard thrusts. It has you coiled tight, before you gasp and moan your release.Â
He licks a long stripe along your neck. You hiss in pain when he laps over tender flesh.Â
âSorry,â he pants.Â
âYou got me good, Count Dracula,â you quip.Â
Alec breathes warmly against your ear. He pulls back and examines the bite mark on your neck. He barely remembers doing it.
Itâs likeâŠsome kind of claim.
Like an animal, he thinks wryly. For the first time, he wonders just what the hell they put into his cocktail at Manticore.Â
He clears his throat.Â
âUh, Iâm sorry,â he says, contritely. âDidnât mean toâŠâ
You slide your hands up his arms and catch his gaze. You smile in amusement, even though youâre blushing.
âDidnât say I didnât like it.â
The two of you donât talk about what you said.
Or what he didnât say. Â
You donât know whatâs happening, but you think it stems from that night.
Alec begins to pull away from you.Â
Dinner plans get ârain checked.â Trips to the farmerâs market, to the park, to Pike Place get cancelled.Â
For the next few weeks, the only time you see him is at work or at Crash, or occasionally in the line for boxed and canned goods in Sector 2.Â
Max canât give you a straight answer on whatâs going on with him (and really, you should be able to figure out your own boyfriend without her help). So you finally have to put your foot down.
You try to pull him aside at work, in front of the Jam Pony building. Heâs on his way in, while youâd been on your way out.Â
âAlec, can I talk to you?â you ask. He gives you a strained, apologetic look.Â
âIâve gotta pick up my next deliveries.â
âAlec, please,â you implore. You squeeze his arm enough to hold his attention. âI feel likeâŠlike youâre avoiding me. Is there something going on?â
His expression dims further. âIâve just been really busy.â
âWeâre always busy. Thatâs not it.â You frown, and your body tenses. âIs thereâŠsomeone else?â
Alec briefly closes his eyes, emitting a short sigh. âNo. Nothing like that.â
You let out a subtle breath of relief, because you do believe him this time. But that just makes your next question even more difficult. Your arms cross, to disguise the way youâre bracing for a figurative blow.Â
âThenâŠhave I done something wrong?â you ask.Â
That hurts Alec even more. Though his training, so deeply ingrained, allows him not to show it.Â
âNo. No, itâs not you,â he says, wiping a hand over his mouth. âItâs⊠Listen, I just think we needa slow down a bit, you know?â
âSlow down?â you ask. A trill of panic laces down your spine. âIs it aboutâŠwhat I said?â
Alec doesnât want to answer, but you both know then that youâve hit the nail on the head.Â
âI just need some space,â he says. âI think itâll be better for both of us.â
âReally?â you ask. Your voice flattens, and hot tears well up in your eyes.
It threatens to undo him. Somehow, heâs able to hold firm in what he believes he has to do, in order to protect you. Even from himself.
Alec reaches for your cheek. He hesitates just slightly, but he drops a kiss on your forehead.
You donât want to let him. You canât help it though; you savor his touch. You feel his warm lips on your skin, and then heâs gone by the time you open your eyes. Â
A few days later, you still feel like hell. You manage to reach your locker and you lean against it. Your stomach churns with nauseaâthe constant sign of your stress as you try to get through your morning. Â
On the TV, some government agent is exposing a genetics company called Manticore. That it created âtransgenicâ subjects as genetically engineered soldiers, often using animal DNA. They escaped almost a year ago now.
Theyâre not human. Theyâre living among you. Theyâre dangerous, and you have a right to be scared.
Youâre only half-listening, because the truth is, this sounds like a bunch of fearmongering bullshit, and youâre too tired to be all that alarmed. Humans are dangerous enough, as far as youâre concerned.
The government is probably trying to cover up something even more heinous by concocting this ridiculous story.
You rest your cheek against the cool metal of your locker and just stand there for a while in time in space. You donât care much about the world around you, until Max comes into your line of vision. She touches your arm.
âHey, are you okay?â she asks.
âIâm fine.â A vast overstatement, though you know that you arenât convincing anyone.
You look up just in time to see Alec standing at his own locker. Heâd been glancing at you and Max, but being caught by your gaze makes him turn away, closing his locker as he leaves.
Maxâs lips press together. She returns her attention to you in thinly veiled concern.
âWhat happened exactly?â she asks.
âMax, I donât know,â you confess. âThings were fine. They were good.âÂ
You let out a deep, exhausted breath.
Oh yeah, you havenât been sleeping much lately either.Â
âDeep in my gut, I have this feeling. Like heâs going through something,â you say. âOr heâs hiding something from me. He just wonât talk to me. Every time it feels like weâre headed somewhere good, solid, he pulls away. I canât fucking do it anymore, Max. I just canât take it.â
You slam your locker closed and try to get on with your day before your tears fall. Max sighs and watches you go.
She doesnât know that you head to the bathroom and heave your breakfast into the toilet bowl, spilling what little you could keep down this morning.
You havenât been sighted at Crash in weeks, but Alec comes here every night, Max notices. He drinks alone tonight, once again looking more woe is me than ever.
It boils her blood.
She takes a seat next to him and punches his arm with a heavy dose of her transgenic strength. Alec flinches with a cry of protest, but she just glares at him.
âWhy are you doing this to her? To yourself?â she demands.Â
Alec wants to glare at her, but he doesnât have it in him. He just quirks his head and sips his drink. He doesnât even know what kind of liquor this is, but the bartender promised itâs the strongest thing he has back there.
âLeave it alone, Maxie,â Alec says, as he takes a sip. Though strongest be damned, heâs slammed down four of these and heâs still not drunk. Ainât that a bitch.
âYou donât know what youâre talking about,â he says.
âI donât?â Max raises her brows. âYouâre fucking with her head and her heart. And for what? So you can have a little pity party?â
Alec does glare at her this time. âYou know what, why donât you just leave me the fuck alone?â
âNot until you tell me,â she demands. âWhyâre you pushing away someone who clearly cares about you? Not that I get why. If this selfish, pigheaded, asshole behavior is supposed to be charming, then maybe sheâs better off without you.â
He slams down his glass hard enough for liquor to slosh out over his hand.Â
âDonât you get it?! Thatâs exactly it,â he hisses, low enough that only the two of them can hear. âWhen are you going to understand that weâre a threat to them? Weâre being hunted every damn day. You think Ames White and his cult croniesâll think twice about a little collateral damage?â
âAlecââ
âYou think you and Logan are any different?â he adds. âLet me remind you, you were a danger to him even before a genetically engineered virus came into the picture.â
Sheâs angry, but he knows she canât argue with logic. They both know that Alec is speaking from a place of experience.Â
âSo youâre just gonna break her heart?â she asks. âAgain?â
Alec shakes his head and casts his gaze down into brown liquor. Max leans toward him with a steely glower.Â
âYouâre a coward,â she says, before she slips away.Â
Alec wipes his wet hand on his jeans.
âŠMaybe sheâs right, he thinks. Youâll probably end up regretting the day you ever met him, but at least youâll be alive to hate him.
âOh God,â you utter, a hand covering your mouth.Â
You havenât been to the doctor in several years, but you managed to scrape enough money together to afford this little test. It gave you a more definitive answer on why youâve spent the last few weeks fighting sickness and fatigue in equal measure.Â
How could this have happened? You were on birth control. What could possibly haveâŠ
You donât know what possesses you to go hunting for the little round packet in the medicine cabinet. You examine its contents and confirm that you havenât missed even one pill of your pharmacy-issued birth control.
On the bottom of the packet, however, you spy something small in the fine print: EXP â 02/2017.
ExpiredâŠTHREE YEARS AGO?! Â
Apparently, you canât put it past pharmacies to sell outdated meds now.
You sit alone on your couch in silence for nearly an hour. You run down every scenario, every path you could possibly take and try to consider its most likely outcome.
Medical care is a joke nowadays, unless you're still part of the wealthy 1%. That also includes...termination.
Even you did try to find a way to do it, somehow scrounging up the money to end this, the thought alone makes your heart ache.
Alec is young, and so are you. You two had barely been together for six months before he basically broke up with you, and you're not even sure how he'll react when you tell him. (At this point, you don't have high hopes.)
And yet, it hurts. What you'd told Original Cindy was the truth; you want a family. You're tired of being alone, even though the two options laid out before you scare you in equal measure.
A thousand thoughts are still running through your mind, contradicting each other with brutal logic, versus what your heart tells you. But one decision is certain...
You need to talk to Alec first.
You wait until the morning at Jam Pony HQ, when youâve settled your nerves enough to see Alec.Â
He never shows up for work, even an hour into shift. Damn it.
Okay, you suppose youâll have to do this another way. You grab your phone, and you call him.Â
Thankfully, he picks up on the fourth ring. âHey.â
âHey,â you reply, a bit awkwardly. The two of you havenât spoken in nearly a month.Â
âWhatâs up?â He doesnât sound like himself. He sounds guarded, almost hesitant.
âWe need to talk, Alec.â
He blows out a sigh. âLook, I havenât changed my mind.â
You swallow past the pain.
âI know," you dully reply. "Itâs not about that, but this isnât a conversation I want to have digitally.â
â...Okay,â he relents, with another sigh. He sounds a bit distracted. âUh, Iâm taking care of something right now, but Iâll tell you what. Why donât you stop by my place after work?â
You nod. âOkay, Iâll meet you there.â
Of course, itâs hard to focus on your work after that. You wonder how many months you have until you canât work anymore. Until youâll have to fend for yourselfâŠand for your child.Â
With or without Alec, you plan to do whatever it takes.
So you do your best, as you always do, to get through your day. You fight exhaustion and nausea and anxiety with every delivery, but at the end of the day, you have a clipboard full of signatures and a clean docket.
You leave right at 7:00 p.m. to head over to Alecâs apartment. You use your spare key to unlock the door and find the apartment shrouded in darkness. You flip on the closest light switch before you turn to shut and lock the door behind you.Â
The door pushes open abruptly.Â
It knocks straight into you and throws you off your feet. You crash with a pained cry into a wooden table, knocking off a half-empty glass of whiskey that cuts into your arm when it breaks.Â
A pair of strong hands take hold of you and haul you up, spinning you around. You stare up with wide eyes into the face of a man you think youâve actually seen before. Heâs tall, white, dark hair, piercing eyes.
On the news, you realize. You saw him on the news.
âWhere is 494?â he demands to know.
You blink in confusion and fear. âWhat?â
The man rolls his eyes.
âAlec McDowell,â he says.
Your breath stills in your lungs.
âWhyâre you looking for him?â you ask. âYouâŠyou work for the government.â
âThatâs right.â His smile is thin. âItâs a federal matter. And I suggest you tell me what I want to know.â
His grip on your arm tightens enough to make you whimper.
âI donât know where he is,â you blurt out. Mostly because itâs the truth.
He raises a brow. âHe lives here, doesnât he?âÂ
You refuse to answer, but the man lowers his gun and seats you forcefully on the couch.Â
âThen weâll wait.â
Minutes turn to an hour. Alecâs lateâa fact youâre half relieved about, and half cursing him for. You turn to the man who holds you at gunpoint without even looking at you. Though you instinctively know that any attempts to run will be short-lived.Â
His men wait by the door with guns at the ready.Â
âWho are you?â you ask.Â
The man turns his head and gives you a cold smile. âAgent White, at your service.â
âOkay, Agent White. Why are you after Alec?â
âOh, Iâve been looking for him for a long time,â he says.Â
You frown, with pursed lips. âWhy? What do you think heâs done?â
âItâs not what heâs done. Itâs what he is,â White says. âHim, and everyone like him.â
âWhat the fuck are you on about?â you snap.
White rolls his eyes. He lets out a sharp sigh before he stands. He grabs you up along with him. Fear churns inside you, tightening in your throat.Â
âI have a better idea,â White says. âInstead of using you as leverage to make him come quietly, I think Iâll just let him walk in, nice and easy. Heâll find you gutted. On the floor. And then Iâll do the same to him.â
Frightened tears well up in your eyes when his grip moves and tightens on your jaw, like heâs thinking about breaking your neck.Â
âWait, please!â you plead. âIâm pregnant!â
White actually pauses, tilting his head. He smiles.
âInteresting.â
AN: Ames White has entered the chat...
EDIT (2-05-24): I made some edits here on the reader's thoughts of what she should do after her discovery. In hindsight, I realized I'd left out some aspects of the world. Specifically how access to medical care would influence her decision vs. what this particular character wants for herself.
Next Time:
âHello, 494.â A manâs voiceâone that Alec would know anywhere. It prickles his skin with unease and makes his blood boil all at once.
âAmes White.â Alecâs teeth grind. âWhat game are you playing now?â
âThis isnât a game. Itâs business,â White claims. âI have something you want. How much are you willing to pay to make sure she stays alive?â
Alec forces himself to calm down, even though his pulse is racing.
âWhat do you want?â
âYou. And 452. With no bullshit on your end,â the agent replies. âOr this girl is going to pay that price for you.â