#ghost!max

*kicks down the door* this took me way too long ...

Halloween fic rec for this lovely story by @thatonezombiecosplayer and @v8roadworrier! 

It was posted on tumbr, with lots of reblogs - start reading here:

http://thatonezombiecosplayer.tumblr.com/post/160574816347

Yay you’re back!

So apparently we were kind of breaking things with the ridiculous length of the old post. So. New post. Go here to read the fic from the beginning.

Furiosa is interrupted from her work by a knock on the door and a cheerful “Furiosaaa! We brought your favorite!”

Furiosa looks over her shoulder and starts to haul herself off the couch, but Max is already at the door and opens it slowly for her friends, being careful not to accidentally slam it into the wall. He had nearly broken the glass on the sliding back door a while ago when he opened it to throw the ball for Sue one day.

“Thanks, Max,” Dag says cheerfully as she strides inside.

The one Max is pretty sure was introduced to him as Cheedo steps in a little more timidly, her eyes wide. “I swear, that’s so creepy.” Max lets her close the door herself, if him doing it freaks her out so much. He does click the lock shut when she forgets to, though, which may not have been the least creepy thing he could have done, but he’s not about to leave the door unlocked with people who want to kill Furiosa somewhere out there.

Max then floats through the wall to occupy himself elsewhere as Dag unveils three wrapped fast food hamburgers with more flourish than it probably requires. Dag doesn’t seem to mind him lurking around so much anymore, but he knows Cheedo still gets a little freaked out when either Dag or Furiosa talks to him, so he figures he’ll just not provide the opportunity this evening.

He waits until he hears the front door close and the voices are gone, then waits a little longer, until he hears Furiosa shuffle off to bed before he comes out of hiding.

As much as he’d rather have Furiosa in his house than some other trespasser who he’ll probably like less, he keeps finding his mind wandering back to ways he might be able to scare or threaten her out of this house, if only for her own good. He’s pretty short on ideas that would actually work, though. He’d done some pretty awful stuff (intentionally or not) when she had first moved in, and she had certainly not been deterred then, so why would she be any more deterred now that she knows him? He sighs and settles in for yet another long night of nothing but his own thoughts.

Max had never really thought it was lucky that he doesn’t sleep anymore - mostly it’s boring as all hell being awake constantly, and he misses being able to dream, even if the dreams he used to have were bad sometimes - but this night he considers himself lucky.

He’s staring lazily at Sue asleep on her dog bed, feet and nose twitching as she dreams, when a quiet click and rattling catches his attention. It can’t be the cat, he always sleeps in Furiosa’s room these days. Max floats through a wall and toward the noise. He stops in the living room and stares at the front door as the handle jiggles.

Quickly Max goes to the front window and peers out toward the door, trying to see who’s there. Male. White. Twenties. Might be bald, but he can’t tell for the black cap over the guy’s head. Regardless, he looks like the same sort that had tried to break in previously, and Max doesn’t doubt the same sort that tried to crush Furiosa’s car with a truck.

The man moves around to the back door and Max is momentarily frozen in indecision. The deadbolt on the front door is pretty solid; the back door, not so much. Should he go wake up Furiosa, or stay to make sure this guy doesn’t get in?

The guy pries a knife in the door frame, pushing at the measly little latch that keeps the sliding door locked. Max watches the little lever slowly lift, and quickly smashes it back down. The guy grumbles quietly, unaware that that had been anything other than a sticky lock, and tries again. Max flips it closed when he nearly gets it open again.

Truthfully, Max could do this all night, but he figures the man will eventually give up on the door and try to find another way to get in. Probably a more destructive way. He doesn’t know if he can keep stopping him, but he does know that if Furiosa’s awake she can have a good shot at defending herself. He flips the lock closed one more time and rushes through the kitchen wall and straight into Furiosa’s room. He shakes the bed violently for a moment, earning a yowl of surprise from Frank and a string of curses from Furiosa, and then he grabs her service weapon off the night stand, drops it on the bed next to her, and flies back through the walls toward the back door.

He had honestly hoped the could mess with the man some more, keep him out just long enough for Furiosa to get out here and see him, maybe get an ID on him, but as Max comes through the kitchen wall, he sees the man already stepping inside and quietly closing the door behind him. The intruder moves straight toward the stove, where he cranks all four knobs, turning on the gas without letting the burners light, and Max’s eyes widen. Oh no. Nobody blows up his house, especially not with his friend and his dog inside.

He grabs the nearest object, a tea mug sitting next to the sink, and flings it at the intruder’s head. It misses by a few inches and smashes into the wall a good distance past the man, and Max goes for another. This one slams into the guy’s back a moment after he’s jumped and spun toward the sound of the previous mug smashing against the wall, and with a surprised grunt he spins around again to defend himself against his attacker, only to get a third mug right in the face. He stumbles back, dazed but not halted by the hit, and Max rushes forward, focusing only half his mind on making himself solid. He shoves the man back as he passes through him, gritting his teeth against the unpleasant sensation. Judging by the sound Moore’s lackey makes, it wasn’t any more pleasant for him, either.

The guy’s on the floor now at least, and Max goes for the nearest object again - the toaster, not that he’s particularly paying attention at the moment - and lifts it up into the air.

“Max, stop!”

Furiosa’s voice halts him instantly, toaster held high as he looks over to see her standing in the entrance to the kitchen, gun aimed at the man on the floor.

There's got to be more! I was so knee deep into the story and then it will stopped. ����