It has been one week. A single week. And he has already searched eighty-nine of the thousand parks up and down. None of them are the park with the crystal, and none of the Hiddenville mining records survived a fire that some arsonist started in the building having it.
If those records were intact, he could have definitely found them. Blackmail an intern, assistant, or even a boss and it would have been a piece of cake.
In his off time, he had been doing a few things. One, reading the book. He had Maxie up to twelve hours with one use, but he could only do that once a day. Power had drawbacks, and he couldn't unlearn it like he could unlearn his powers given too long away.
Two, he had hung out with Tara a few times. Hell, three of the four hangouts were actually them both searching parks. She didn't know why, but he was considering telling her. About the transmigration, about his plans.
It would mean that she would know everything. I mean, fuck, if they found the crystal he would have to explain why he had it to begin with.
Third, he scheduled a meeting to go buy a large warehouse using a false identity. He would store things that he didn't need to always have on hand there. He would get a computer system set up, he would get more science equipment and storage moved in there.
Four, he had to shave the sides of his hair down again. That was all.
Five, he was continuing to code his software. He had a geographic area of where Schwoz is based on past locations he mentioned in Henry Danger as part of his history, along with any mentions of his government name (which was always listed as a false name despite it being real, funny).
Anyways, that geographic location is... somewhere in the circle containing fifteen countries, all of them in Europe. This would be a lot easier if the man had a social media page of any kind. At least then he could track IP addresses, backgrounds and facial recognition through his little coding machine but Schwoz does not have a social media of any kind.
HIs fist slams on the table, the zipper from the sleeve on his leather jacket scraping the table. "Damnit!" He exclaimed, putting both of his hands over his face before wiping them down.
"What is wrong with you, Maxie?" Colosso asked.
"'Does he-'"
"'No, he doesn't know. He's talking to me.'" Max replied internally, then out loud said, "One, don't call me that. Two, no. Nothing is going my way this week. I need some stress relief."
As if on cue, a text. He checked his phone and saw, 'Cherry Bomb'. It was from Cherry, and when he checked, saw the words, 'R u free rn?'
"Hello, Cherry." He remarked to himself. He texts back, 'I'm coming to your place. Pants off. I need something to eat. Leave your window open.' Then he hits send and shifts to the window.
Right at that moment, he recognized the steps coming downstairs. Phoebe.
His twin rounded the corner, turning to look at where his desk was because that was where he usually was when she walked in. How had she missed him? He was literally on the rocks to the left of the stairs.
"Max-" Then she stops upon seeing his empty desk. "Why are you never here when I need you?" She asks.
Colosso replies, "Turn around."
Phoebe crosses her arms. "Now, I won't just to spite you. Why are you always so mean to me when I come to talk to Max?"
He is baffled by the thought of her coming downstairs regularly to talk to him, just talking, being a reality.
The rabbit just says, "I'm not being rude this time, pointy elbows. Turn around."
Phoebe rolls her eyes. "Suuuure." Then she turns around to leave, only to jump back upon seeing Max perched on the rocks. Her hand goes to her heart, "Holy- geez, Max. You scared me."
"What did you need?"
Phoebe calms her heartrate down, then replies, "I was just wondering if you were doing anything this weekend. So, we could, y'know, hangout."
He pauses to think. "Um, yeah, I have things I have to do. Might have to reschedule. Plus, we have to babysit. Anniversary." He reminds her, having just remembered himself.
Phoebe nods with disappointment. "Oh... yeah. Yeah, okay. It's fine."
Max, overcome with curiosity, questions, "What were you going to say before you switched to geez?"
PHoebe stumbled over her words, opening and closing her mouth multiple times before she decides on, "Um, a bad word."
Max feels a slight smirk cross his face, throwing Phoebe off. This Max didn't show glee or happiness of any kind recently. "Say it."
"What...?" Phoebe asks, confused.
"Sis, humor me. Do me this favor, and say the word."
Phoebe pauses, and surprisingly, without much coaxing, releases a, "Fuck."
Max chuckles. "Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, someone messaged and I gotta go visit."
Phoebe tilts her head, asking, "Who?"
"You don't wanna know." Then he leaves.
~~~~~~~~~~
He approaches Cherry's house, then climbs up the terrace to her room, shifting through the open window, breathing out as he turns and closes it.
Max turns around to look at the bed, to see her laying in it, blanket thrown over her legs, reading a book. "Are you reading?" He questions with surprise.
Cherry nods slowly. "Yeah. And it's due at the library tomorrow. I can't just not read it. I should have told you to wait..." She trails off.
Max has an idea. "The pants *are* off, right?" He asks her, and she nods. He just slips his boots off, takes off his jacket and puts them both on a desk chair. Then Max crawls under the blanket.
Her eyebrows pull together on confusion before she feels lips on the inside of her thigh, and her body tenses. A voice speaks up from beneath the blanket, "Relax. Keep reading." Then the kisses start trailing up the inside of her thigh.
The blonde girl swallows, feeling one placed against her now very soaked panties, then feeling the piece of clothing get slowly pulled down her legs.
HIs lips pressed to her lower ones, and she shivered before flipping the page, having finished it. She started reading once more, feeling something warmer press into her. Her body shivered once more, this being a new experience for her.
Finally, someone prioritized her over Perry.
His tongue shifted up and down slowly, torturously slow for her. She swallowed, getting halfway down the page before she felt her clit get touched, and she made a small gasp.
The tongue pulls away, and a voice speaks out, "Don't be too loud. Someone upstairs is awake." He tells her, though she can't see his face. But he dives back into her folds in a way she doesn't effect, a tongue going fully inside of her.
She manages to get down the page as his tongue shifts around inside of her, a tingling going all the way down her legs, and pleasure shooting up her spine to her brain.
Max's tongue shifts around, then comes out before licking all around her folds, teasing her while she reads, getting to the second page. As she reads, his tongue goes back to her folds, and she feels his tongue tracing something on her core.
"What... what are..." She tries to ask, breathing heavily.
Max pulls away long enough to say, "Letters." Before he dives back in, going back to tracing letters.
She didn't know what exactly he was tracing into her, but she didn't care. She flipped the page, trying to read the next one.
One of her hands drifted down to grab his hair under the blanket, gripping on it. And that was when it got so much better.
His mouth switched to her clit before sucking on it, pulling it with the suction and pulling a moan from her. She bookmarked the book and set it off to the side, moving her now free hand under her shirt, grabbing one of her breasts.
Max's tongue goes as fast as possible, ramping her adrenaline up and gets her closer to the edge. She pants, breathing heavier before she finally spills, cumming on his tongue.
Once she's done with the pulsing, she uses the hand in his hair to tug him up, and he complies, shifting up to shove his tongue down her throat, her humming with glee as she tastes herself.
Once they pull away, she is panting. "That... that was..."
"I do my best." Max replies.
Cherry nods. "I can... I can tell. Glad the first person to do that to me knows what they are doing."
Max just snorts with amusement. "Thank you. Means a lot. Now, you need to finish your book." He shifts to get out of bed.
Cherry stops him. "Actually, I was hoping you could stay and we could talk until I finished? Just about... anything?"
Max pauses. "Oh... sure."
And upon accepting, he realized that he would be telling Tara. After this episodes events were over.
~~~~~~~~~~
It was Saturday afternoon, and he was driving Tara's car, her in the passenger seat.
"Okay, so, M, where are we going, and why did you insist on driving? I didn't even know you *could* drive."
After his conversation with Cherry, which lasted until four-thirty which was when she finished her book, then he left, having locked in on the decision to tell Tara everything.
He didn't say anything to Cherry, though.
"We are going to go buy a warehouse." He tells her.
Tara gives him a look. "Are you using me to buy a warehouse for whatever?"
"No, T, I'm buying it with money I managed to con out of a dozen billionaires." He drops on her.
She gives him another look. "And how did you manage that?"
"I made a bullshit bill on their accounts and let that bill get paid in amounts that make sense, they get filed through a dozen false accounts then wind up in one of five I set up under five separate identities. I am using one of them here to buy the warehouse. And before you ask, no, none of the money is from you."
Tara nods slowly. "Okay... and what identity are you using?" Max pulls a card out of his wallet and hands it over, the woman giving it a read. "Roy Harper? Really?"
Max shrugs. "Had to come up with something, and I ran out of good ones. Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Frank Castle and Oliver Queen were all taken by the other four."
"What even are those names?"
"Ones I came up with. Look, this is yours." Max pulls a card out of his pocket and hands it over to her. She just looks at the card for a minute before looking at him.
"Donna Troy? What kind of name is that?" She questions.
"One that works. Listen, for once, don't mouth off. Even one spilled detail this can go bad. I'll explain soon, I just need to see something."
She nods. "Okay, fine." Then she's quiet as they drive up to the warehouse, then they stop. Max shuts the car off, then climbs out, Tara following.
"Mister Harper." The man greets, then holds his hand out. Max shakes it without hesitation. "Who may this be?"
Max pulls his hand away as he replies, "Just Roy is fine, Mister Flannigan. And this is my girlfriend, Donna."
Mister Flanigan shakes her hand. "Hello, Miss Donna. Supporting your boyfriends business venture is important. Shall we head inside?" He asks, looking at Max.
"Yes, please." Max replies, and Mister Flannigan nods before turning to walk in, Tara giving him an odd look before following.
They walk around the facility as Mister Flannigan explains several aspects about it, going into detail about it all. At the end, he turns to Max and Tara, an hour having gone by.
"So, Roy, what were your plans for this facility?"
With a completely straight expression, he replies, "I'm going to kidnap dozens of people, strap them to a machine, and force them to endure the pain of handling the universe trying to rip itself apart while I do all sorts of work from science experiments, murder, torture of other people, etcetera right next to them with this being the primary base of operations."
A long moment of silence passes by, Tara giving him a look of shock as she recognizes his face as being dead serious. Meanwhile, Mister Flannigan just laughs, Max joining in while Tara gives a very awkward chuckle.
"You're a funny man, Roy."
Max holds his arms out with a smile. "I try."
Mister Flannigan brings a clipboard over and holds it out to him. "Just sign this and the place is yours. You will get a charge to the card you entered for it but after that, you can come pick up your keys or we can drop them off to you."
Max takes the clipboard and the pen, signing it without hesitation. "Could you tape the keys in the drainage pipe outside?"
The man nods. "Yeah, we could do that. Just grab them quickly. Vagrants could get their hands on it, and we couldn't help you with that."
Max hands it back. "I"ll take good care of it, promise."
He nods, then he escorts them all outside, locking the place back up before getting in his car and leaving.
Max takes one last look at the building. "Max, what was all of that about?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow. For now, just take me home."
~~~~~~~~~~
Max was at the kitchen table, eating dinner next to Phoebe doing homework when Nora walked in holding a stuffed unicorn.
"Tell us what you know, or the unicorn gets it." Nora threatens.
"Nora." Max says.
"Yes, dear brother?" Nora replies.
"That's your unicorn. I'll burn it if you don't get it out of her face."
Nora pulls the unicorn to her chest quickly. "Don't hurt Larry!"
"Then don't try to force information out of your sister that she doesn't want to share. Or at least do it more creatively. A unicorn won't help. I would have gone for her homework. And no, don't try that right now."
He never looked up from his plate, speaking while he was scrolling on his phone. He recently followed Taylor Hathaway to keep up for that.
They walk away, and Max looks at Phoebe. "Dad got mom a new car." He notes, going back to his food.
"How do you know that?" Phoebe asks.
"It's obvious. The van sucks. Look, those two are going to find out sooner rather than later, and we need to repaint that thing because mom hates red."
Phoebe gives him a suspicious look. "How do you know it's red?"
"It's dad."
"Fair."
Max gets up and puts his plate in the sink as a whoosh goes by them, and they both look at each other.
""Billy."" They say at the same time, then both head out to the garage.
In the car, they see Billy and Nora in the front seat, eating chili dogs. Phoebe raises her hands. "Chili dogs in the new car, really?"
"We didn't want cheeseburgers." Billy replied, and both of them facepalmed.
Max orders, "Out."
"You're not-"
"I will freeze both of you and leave you on the roof until it's time to take down Christmas decorations. Out. Now."
They both comply, and Phoebe groans upon noticing the spilled chili dog.
~~~~~~~~~~
Phoebe was getting the front seat cleaned while Max leaned against the worktable, doing his best not to stare at the back of the jeans she was wearing (he was failing) before she pulled back, and he heard the gear stick shift.
His twin climbed fully out, shifting and running her hands down her thighs, his eyes following the entire time. Damnit, Maxie was going to kill him.
"'Not her. Anyone but her. That's weird, and she's my sister.'"
"'It's not something I'll chase. But if it happens... I'll mute you.'"
"'Or you could not do it at all?'"
"'She's not *my* sister, buddy.'"
"'In the body you're in, you are. And that is how she would see it, too.'"
"'Then you better pray to God that she doesn't have an incest fantasy.'" Max replies, then says out loud, "Got all of it out?"
Phoebe nods, turning around and tossing the rag on the worktable. "Yeah, I got all of the chili out. I think." She turns to look at him. "How do you think they knew about this?"
"Could have overheard us talking. Most likely possibility." Max replies, then his eyes spot the car rolling. "Phoebe?"
Phoebe replies, "Yes?"
"The car is moving." He motions to the car behind her, and she turns around.
"Oh, no! Stop it!" She then tries using her telekinesis on the car, trying to stop it in its tracks. It doesn't work, which he's not surprised by.
Instead, he puts his hand up and creates a telekinetic barrier between the car and the shelf, then uses as much strength as he can to reinforce the barrier.
The car hits it then stops, and Max has to keep holding it. "Phoebe." He says to get her attention.
"Yeah?"
"Get in the car, reverse it, in park. Now. And be careful with it." Max tells her, and she does as she's told, doing what he said exactly.
Then he drops the barrier, her getting out and shutting the door. "That was a rush."
Max casually quips, "Sex is better." Then he follows with, "We should get this repainted."
Phoebe blinks twice before nodding. "Yeah, we should. what color?"
"Let's go with sky blue."
~~~~~~~~~~
The next night, Max had Tara out in the middle of a park. They had been searching parks. They were up to one hundred twenty-eight parks out of one thousand.
Tara finally asked, "Max, what are we doing? Don't avoid the question this time. What was that in the warehouse? Why the false identity? Why do you have five of them? Why did I need one?"
Max stops, looking up at her from where he was digging in the dirt for a potential wooden barrier. "I'll do those in order. We're looking for a crystal that can effect the universe as a whole, that was me telling him what my plan was but he took it as a joke, I can't buy anything if I'm a minor, for different purposes, and because I want to bring you in on what I do when you're not around but you can't do that as Tara Campbell."
She crosses her arms, her hands, face, legs and torso covered in dirt from where she had been digging all night. "So I went as someone named Donna Troy? You're telling me that you fully intend on kidnapping, torture, and murder? All to keep the universe alive? That sounds like bullshit."
"Tara, I have superpowers." He finally drops, and she just laughs.
"Yeah, sure you do, Max. What else am I supposed to believe, hm? Because there is no fucking way you have powers." Tara replies angrily.
Max stands up and looks at her. "For once, I am telling you the full truth. Just listen-"
"No, Max. *You* listen! I am tired of always being a backup plan for you! I am tired of being just another body on your belt! You are my best friend, and I am hoping that I'm yours! I don't want to be just friends anymore! I am tired of you keeping things from me! I am willing to share you but for the love of God, just start fucking talking to me more! Tell me the goddamn truth!"
"I AM!" Max boomed, and Tara went quiet. "I have superpowers. Telekinesis, fire breath, ice breath. And soon, I will have a fourth power called the Thundersense."
Tara gives him a look. "Prove it."
Max grunts out, "Fine." Then he raises both hands, and breaths flame out into one of his hands, circling it into a ball with his telekinesis. On his other, he breathes ice out and curls it into a similar ball. Then he blasts the fire at the tree, and once it starts flaming, he throws the ice out using his telekinesis to put it out. "There, superpowers."
Tara had watched, eyes wide. "Wait, how do you know you get a fourth?"
Max takes a deep breath. "I am not Max Thunderman."
"Another fake identity?"
"I am and I'm not. I am in his body, I have his thoughts and memories, but he exists as a voice inside my head, a separate entity. He's the remnant of what this universe was."
"And what exactly was that?"
Max takes another deep breath. "This is going to be hard to believe... but I'm from a world where The Thundermans is a TV show. You're not real. Max isn't real. You are fictional characters that exist for children's TV. None of what we have done was on it, because again, kids."
Tara snorts. "No fucking way that's real."
"Then why are you hiding that you parents are planning on moving permanently after the vacation is over?" Max drops.
Tara stiffens. "How... how do you know that?"
"Because someone asked where the Campbells went, and that was the answer they gave. It's how I know I get another power soon. Because it was literally the episode right after this."
Tara plops down in the dirt, tears welling in her eyes. "If we're a TV show... who are you? Who *were* you before... before this? Why are you here?"
Max kneels down to the ground, putting his arms on his leg. "I was thirty-three."
Tara's head shoots up. "You were a grown ass man? Why are you here?"
Max holds a hand up. "Yes, I was. I"m getting to that. But my former age shows you why I act the way I do. I was in the military from eighteen to thirty. Twelve years, and serving as a member of a very black operations unit. We did some shady shit, and I was the boss. I did everything well. I was the lead interrogator, if they needed someone to talk, they called me."
Tara shivers as tears hit the dirt. This conversation was destroying her. "...why are you here...?" She asks slowly, quietly.
Finally, the bombshell. "I died when a semi-truck crashed into my car while I was reaching for my phone. I wandered the void for years, decades, centuries, until I found someone. They told me that I died unfairly, too young, and as repayment, I could go to the universe I know the most intimately to live out there, or go to the afterlife freely. I chose this."
Tara cracked her eyes open. "Why is this the one you know the most intimately?"
"Because this, and the shows accompanying it, were my daughters favorites." He answers slowly.
"Daughter?" Tara asked, shocked.
He nods. "Maria, yes. She loved the Thundermans, but had similar fondnesses for Henry Danger, Game Shakers, and Haunted Hathaways."
"All TV shows?"
"Yes."
"And I was a character in The Thundermans?"
"Yes."
"How many episodes did I appear in?" Tara asked.
"Just one. The one that also had your parents in it. The dinner."
She hangs her head. "Fuck..."
"Yeah, fuck indeed."
Tara swallows, throat dry. "I think I need to go home and think." Then she stands up, moving to walk off.
"Tara?" Max calls out.
"Yeah, Max?" She questions weakly.
"If you still want to be more than friends, I accept."
Tara just nods before walking off. The only thing on Max's mind being...
That went shittier than expected.
{End Note: So... that last part was heavy, but I thought having someone else who knew could help. And there's not much actual episode in this one, which some people might be happy about. Max is working on fixing it, and maybe he will have help soon. Hope you enjoyed! Leave your thoughts!}
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