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Funny thing - if you write a long, vitriol-laced tirade against General Hospital, chances are, that headache you had when you started it? Will go away. Hey, I guess I can at least thank the show for once for not making my head hurt, right?


On that note......more Zaxie. Because I could use some cheering up, and writing about a (not-insane) Zander, and Maxie, always seems to do it. Heck, I've got something like fifteen parts/chapters/what have you written already, and I'm working on a sequel. I think it's called Putting Frustration To Good Use 101.

As Maxie left work an hour later, she snuck back behind the building. She didn't know what compelled her to walk back there. But for some reason, she just felt she should. She had listened in to the cops' conversations in the hospital halls as much as she could, so she knew that Zander hadn't been caught yet.

She hadn't gotten very far from the hospital when she noticed another trickle of blood on the sidewalk. Sighing, she glanced around quickly, and then grabbed some snow and covered it up as much as she could. From what she could tell of the trail, it led straight to an abandoned car that had been sitting on the side of the street for weeks. It had broken down and the owner had left it. Nobody had bothered to tow it yet.

Maxie knew that she should walk away. She was certain that Zander was hiding in the car. He wouldn't bother her again, she knew that much. She had seen the guilt in his eyes when she'd yelled at him. She could just walk straight home and not have to worry about it again.

But she just couldn't bring herself to do it. So, looking around once more, she snuck over closer to the car. "Hey," she hissed, not wanting to say his name out loud, "It's Maxie."

The car door cracked open a slight bit. If she hadn't been looking for it, she wouldn't have noticed. "Maxie? Are you alone?"

She nodded, then remembered that he probably couldn't see her in the dark. "Yeah," she whispered. The door pushed open wider, and after another glance around, she quickly crawled into the car, silently shutting the door behind her. Zander was sprawled in the floorboards. Even in the dim moonlight, Maxie could tell he was even paler than he had been before. "I'd ask how you got in here, but I probably don't want to know."

"What are you doing here?" he whispered.

She swallowed. "I was looking for you."

"Maxie, you shouldn't be here."

"Zander, I want to help you." There. She'd said it.

"Maxie, you've done enough. I can't ask you to -"

"You're not asking me, I'm just doing it. Because I want to."

He paused. "Why?"

After a moment's hesitation, she shook her head. "It's....a long story. Right now, we have to get you out of here, though."

In the darkness, Zander nodded. "The boiler room, at the Port Charles Hotel. Nobody ever goes in there. I can stay there for a few days."

"Why didn't you go there already?"

He sighed. "My leg was bugging me. I've lost blood, I felt weak. I didn't want to pass out in the middle of the street."

Maxie bit her lip. "Zander, you need medical attention."

He laughed wanly. "Well, I've got this one friend. She works in a hospital. Maybe she could help me."

Maxie couldn't help but roll her eyes, smiling slightly. "I thought you weren't asking for my help."

"You offered."

She grinned, but then her face grew serious again. "Zander, seriously. This isn't just a scrape. There's a bullet in your leg. I can't do much with that."

"We'll figure it out....but for now, you're right. We need to get to the hotel."

Maxie glanced around the backseat. Whoever had last been there had left a bunch of clothing. "I have an idea...."


Maxie strolled into the Port Charles Hotel. Well....maybe strolled wasn't the right word. Zander could barely walk, he was so weakened. He'd put his arm around her shoulders, and she was literally holding him up by the waist. Even with the disguise on, she was afraid if anyone saw them, they'd know for sure it was Zander, due to his very obvious injury.

Luckily, they managed to make it to the boiler room without anyone seeing them. Maxie helped Zander settle onto the floor, hidden around the corner, so if anyone came into the boiler room, they wouldn't immediately see him. He followed her eyes to the electrical bank, which was making odd popping noises. "The electrical system....," he explained. "Obviously, the Quartermaines aren't keeping this place in tip-top shape."

Maxie narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure that thing's okay?"

"Oh, probably. It's just old, is all."

Nodding, she relaxed, and kneeled next to him in the floor. "Okay, let's look at your leg."

As pale and weak as he was, she saw the glimmer come back into his eyes. "You want me to take my pants off?"

Maxie snorted, rolling her eyes at him. "You wish." Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a pair of scissors. Zander raised his eyebrows. "I'm impressed."

"Hey, I'm a girl, you never know when you might need scissors." She cut a larger hole in his pants leg, grateful that his wound wasn't any closer to his crotch area. "Zander, this really doesn't look good."

He shook his head at her. "Maxie, it'll be okay. Honest. I've been shot before."

She rolled her eyes again. "That's a comforting thought."

Zander couldn't help but laugh, and then turned serious again. "There's people in Canada....they can look at my leg."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

He paused, but then nodded his head. "It hurts something awful. I probably need some pain pills." He looked at her, hesitating slightly. She had the feeling she knew what he was going to ask. "Maxie, if you could -"

" - get you some painkillers?"

He swallowed. "Yeah....that's really all I need. Well, besides food."

She thought for a few seconds, and then nodded. "Okay. I'll get them for you."

He squeezed her hand gratefully. "Thank you. Listen, this is what you have to do-"

Maxie cut him off, shaking her head. "I know what to do. I've stolen drugs before." She was almost ridiculously pleased at how fast Zander's jaw dropped to the floor.

"You're kidding me!"

"Actually, not. I told you my ex was a total user, right?"

Zander raised his eyebrows. "Apparently."

"Yeah." Seeing him wince again, she took a deep breath. "But we can talk about that later. For now, I'd better go get you those pills."

He nodded, settling back against the wall. "Maxie, be careful."


All right, since both these sections are fairly short, I'll go and post the next section, too. Do you get the feeling I'm bored tonight? If not, then you should. LOL.

Taking a deep breath, Maxie glanced around. She had made up an excuse, asking Bobbie how Officer Beck was, so she'd be left alone near the drug cart while Bobbie checked on his condition. Unfortunately, just as she'd been about to make her move, Cameron and Alexis walked by, arguing about something or another. Finally, they turned a corner. Giving another sigh of relief, she managed to grab a bottle of pain pills and ducked into the elevator. She'd come back later and explain to Bobbie that she got an urgent call and had had to leave.

Just as it seemed like she was in the clear, a hand reached out and stopped the elevator doors from closing. Maxie's eyes widened as they met Cameron's.

"Maxie, why are you stealing drugs?"

What do I do now, she thought frantically. Squeezing her eyes shut, she knew she had no choice. Besides, Cameron was Zander's father. He should know. "Dr Lewis, I need your help."

Cameron quirked his eyebrow. "I would say so."

"'s...," another deep breath. "It's about Zander."

Cameron's professional interest immediately gave way to genuine concern. "Alexander? Maxie, what's going on?"

"Please," she said, glancing around once more, "not here. I'll get in trouble."

Cameron nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, and Maxie had the feeling he was going to insist she put the pills back. But then he seemed to think better of it, and stepped into the elevator beside her.


"Zander? It's me," she called out, making her way into the boiler room. A pause. "I brought your dad with me."

Zander slowly came out from behind the corner, and Maxie was dismayed to see he had his hand on his gun again. Her dismay grew when she saw the look Zander gave her, like she'd just betrayed him.

"Don't look at her like that, Alexander," Cameron's voice boomed out. "I made her tell me what was going on. She didn't want to."

Zander looked slightly relieved, but didn't relax. "So, what, are you gonna turn me in?"

Cameron shook his head. "Alexander, what are you doing?"

Zander shook his own head, mimicking Cameron's concerned look. "What do you care, Dad? I'm the bad son, remember? I don't know why you're so surprised."

Cameron bit his lip and looked away for a minute. Maxie felt vaguely uncomfortable witnessing their exchange, but she knew there was bad blood there. She was afraid of what would happen if she left them alone together.

"Son, you've got a bullet in your leg. At least let me help you get it out."

Zander looked hesitant. "And then what? You'll call the cops?"

Cameron threw up his hands. "Just let me help you!"

His son glared at him. "I don't need your help!"

"Zander...." Maxie said softly. He turned and looked at her. "Maxie, you have no idea. This guy has never done anything for me. All he's done is screw me up, and screw me over. Why should I - " His voice broke off as he started to slump to the floor. "Zander!" Maxie gasped, rushing towards him. Cameron managed to catch him as he fell. "Blood loss..." Cameron said quietly. "That bullet definitely needs to come out, now."


Cameron had convinced Maxie to go get Zander some food while he worked on his leg. She had been hesitant to leave Zander, but Cameron had gently convinced her. "He'll need food when he wakes up, Maxie," he'd said. "You don't have to worry. He's unconscious. He's not going anywhere right now."

Maxie paused. "Are you going to tell anybody?"

Cameron sighed. "I know I should. We both know what he did was wrong. But...," his voice trailed off for a moment. "He's my son, Maxie," he choked out. "I've never been able to help him before - he's right about that. It's about time I was able to do something for him…."

Maxie was still thinking on this as she hauled a bag of food from Kelly's back to the hotel. She hadn't been sure what to get him. What did Zander eat? She'd gotten some cheeseburgers and fries, and then some chicken and potato chips - food that he could eat later.

That was kinda a crappy place to leave off, but if I didn't cut it somewhere, the next part was going to be monstrous. What can ya do?


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July 2009


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