Author: Vix
Email: Vix_Chic@h...
Rating: PG
Category: Friendship- Max and Maria
Summary: nightmares and revelations
Spoilers: Season one and the first four episodes of season two (just to be
safe)
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Author Notes: FEED ME!
“NO! Stop, please! NO!” Maria sobbed loudly as tears trailed down her paled
cheeks.
Amy shot out of bed in an instant and raced down the hallway only to find
Max had beaten her to Maria’s room. Maria’s door was cracked ever so
slightly and Amy could see that her bedroom light was on. She could also see
Max hugging Maria to his chest saying something to her and every few seconds
he would rub her head soothingly.
Amy stepped up to ease drop something she had been told she had passed on to
her daughter.
“Maria, it was just a dream, you’re OK. It was only a dream.” Max said in
Maria’s ears as he let her soak his shirt thoroughly with her tears.
“It was so real, Max. I couldn’t stop him from jumping. I tried. I did, but
he just leapt off.” Maria said clinging on to Max like a lifeline. “Why do I
keep having the same dream Max? Why?”
“Maria we all have night mares about those close to us dying and it is
usually in some way we can’t prevent.” Max said reassuringly as he started
to stroke her back.
Max laid back against her pillows letting her bury her own head into his
shoulder.
“He wouldn’t let me help, he just refused.” Maria said calming down
slightly.
“I know. Was it Hank, or Nasedo this time?” Max asked as if they had this
conversation their entire life.
“Hank.” Maria said with great sadness and unmistakable anger in her voice.
“He’s out of Michael’s life now, for good. He left town and Michael has his
own home. He’s safe.” Max said lazily tracing circles on her back with his
fingers
“I know.” Maria said.
“You want me to stay with you?” Max asked looking down at her.
“I think my mom would kill us.” Maria said, but not moving. “Last time she
found a guy in my bed she beat him, with a news paper.”
“Poor Michael.” Max said with a small chuckle.
“She didn’t let me explain.” Maria offered. “She didn’t even give him enough
time to explain it to me. Not that I would have made him.”
“What didn’t she let you explain?” Max asked curiously.
“As soon as Michael was out she accused me of having sex with him.” Maria
said looking up at him.
“Michael and you? I mean I know he’s physical, but he knows better than any
of us that it’s too dangerous.” Max said replacing a piece of hair behind
her ear.
“I told her that it was he last thing on his mind. Which it was.” Maria said
reaching for her pillow that she had tossed on the floor during her
nightmare.
“What did happen?” Max asked.
“He came over and I refused to let him in, but it was raining so I caved.
When he came in; he was soaking, I started to help dry him off and he
started to cry.” Maria said coming to a quite end.
“He cried in front of you?” Max asked astonished.
“Yeah.” Maria said recalling the night perfectly.
“He’s never let anyone but me and Isabel see him cry. I’ve only him cry one
or two times. I remember when we were younger he would come over in the
middle of the night and I could hear him cry. I wouldn’t say anything cause
I knew he wouldn’t want me to, but I listened to him cry himself to sleep
most of our childhood here.” Max said, “He wouldn’t let me see him though.”
“I let him stay, and when we woke up my mom was trying to kill him.” Maria
said.
“That must have been pleasant.” Max offered sarcastically. “If you want me
to stay with you, I will.”
“Would you mind?” Maria asked tentatively.
“Of course not.” Max said rolling over to a better position with her in his
arms.
The lights flipped off and Amy started to turn around.
“Maria, you know I love you like a sister, right? You know I would never let
anyone hurt you. Don’t you?” Max asked.
“I love you too.” Maria said.
Amy stopped dead in her tracks.
She had thought it was a terrible idea to let Max stay, even if he was
supposed to sleep on the couch. She had feared Maria was having sex, and
would soon make the same mistakes she had when she was younger.
She had feared the same when she had seen Michael in her baby’s bed months
before.
She now knew she had nothing to worry about, for now at least.
She had a feeling she could count on Max to keep her baby girl safe.
She still didn’t like the idea of them sharing the same bed, but she
supposed she would adjust, or chain Max to the couch at night.
Amy smiled at the thought, and chuckled slightly.
Walked towards her room with a relieved smile playing at her lips. She
hadn’t felt this alleviated since before Maria had figured out that she
liked boys.
The End