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The Mount, Ex-Los Angeles

The last time anyone from Fandom had been in Kathy's LA, the heroes had been living inside the walls that surrounded Paramount Studios, with the exes and the South Seventeens laying claim to everything else. Since then, they'd expanded; the Big Wall pushing the borders out almost a mile in all four directions. In some spots, it was hard to tell that there had ever been a zombocalypse; the streets were clean, the buildings repaired, the blood all scrubbed away. There was a proper school, lots of farms and gardens, several churches, and even a small library. The studio was still the heart of the community, but people had started to spread out and settle. It was still a tight fit, several thousand people into one square mile, but honestly not much worse than Los Angeles used to be, back before the world died and reanimated again.

Life had fallen back into a rhythm again. People got up, got ready for the day. Kids were sent off to school, adults took themselves to various jobs, though there were fewer sales people, baristas, and aspiring actors and a lot more guards, scavengers, and farmers these days. There was a brewery down on Larchmont and a still over on Monroe. Burns Park let people enjoy a bit of nature where the kids could run around and burn off steam and a Gold's Gym practically against the Big Wall. That was where the Unbreakables spent most of their free time, with curious gawkers watching them put more and more weight onto the machines.

It was a bustling little community of survivors, as safe as a place could be, surrounded on all sides by millions of undead waiting to find a way inside to devour them all.

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"What, you don't feel like getting out of the Mount for a little while?" Max asked. "This place is a goddamn prison and I'd like a chance to stretch my legs a bit. Besides, what's left of Koreatown isn't more than a few miles from here. Maybe we can go, poke around, find something nice for Kathy as a proper apology." He rolled his eyes.

"You wanna head into zombie-infested territory to go shopping?" Dante said.

He had a feeling there was more to this.

"No, I wanna get out of here for awhile and, unfortunately, everywhere that isn't here is zombie-infested territory," Max pointed out. "The shopping is just a nice bonus."

Jesus fucking christ.

The problem was, Dante couldn't even disagree with him. He'd been here for a day and he was already starting to develop cabin fever.

And Kathy could use something to brighten her day.

"If we do this, I'll kill you if you try anything," he said.

Max rolled his eyes. "You're my ticket out there," he said like he was talking to an idiot. "Didn't Kathy tell you anything about how she got her phone? You know, besides the part where Nick used her like a battery made of meth?"

"She didn't," Dante said, and the expression on his face read I need to go punch Nick, too.

"Weird," said Max, turning and strolling towards a deserted section of the wall. "I would have thought she'd wanna mention sleeping at Nick's place the other night."

But hey, who was he to pry into their relationship, right?

"Anyway, Cairax is looking for humans. Not demons. Get someone out there that reeks enough of demon and it'll take Cairax longer to notice them because they're not giving off human signals. It's like camouflage. I can spread that camo over to me, at least for a little while."

"So you need me," Dante parsed, as he followed right behind.

One of his eyes twitched a little. No reason at all.

Max just chuckled, low and a little dirty. "Your words, not mine. But that's how you know I won't be trying anything. Something happens to you and I'm hoping that whatever it is gets me, too, before Cairax shows up."

"Gosh, I wonder why you and the big guy are on the outs like this," Dante said, brushing some hair behind his ear as his eye-twitch turned into something of a glare. "Fine. Let's go."

He hadn't even said anything!

"He hates me because I enslaved him and made him do my bidding," Max said cheerfully. "Now did you wanna hear about the meth-battery thing or are we just going to pretend that Nick didn't cart your girlfriend's unconscious body around the city back to his place?"

Max, you were such a fucker.

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He'd chuckled.

"I can punch Nick later," Dante said flatly.

And it was kind of a sexy chuckle, too. It was okay, Dante. You could admit it.

"No one's gonna be very keen on you punching out a guy in a wheelchair," Max said, climbing up one of the ladders leading to the top of the Wall.

Dante followed right behind, glaring at Max ~~and his ass~~. "He deserves it."

"Maybe so, but it still doesn't look good," Max pointed out, swinging himself over the top with a graceful flourish. "...You're not even gonna ask me how a guy in a wheelchair was running around LA? You've got a weirdly one-track mind. Unless you were...maybe distracted by something?"

"You just said he was taking hits off of Kathy," Dante said irritably. "Figured that explained it all."

"Didn't know you'd ever gotten the rundown on how his powers worked."

Max went quiet and when he spoke again, he sounded uncommonly serious. "You might wanna keep an eye on that. Not because of the obvious but - there's a junkie that just discovered a source of pure heroin that comes with a side of not-being-paralyzed anymore. I wouldn't trust him and that's saying something considering how much I didn't trust him before."

"We're getting Kathy out of here as soon as fucking possible," Dante said, hopping up top with an easy elegance.

That tone of voice of Max's... that was weird.

"But you're right. We can't trust that guy."

"I don't want to be your enemy, Dante," Max said, again with that uncommon seriousness. "Not just because it seems a painful proposition. And I do feel bad that Kathy got dragged here. It's a shitty hand that got dealt."

"You're doing a great job of showing it," Dante said.

Though for once he sounded wary, instead of flat-out combative.

Max shrugged. "I'm an asshole," he admitted. "I was never out to be Mr. Congeniality even before I started dabbling in sorcery. But that's not the same as playing for the other team."

Beat.

"I mean, I do that, too," he smirked. "Play for both teams. Probably shoulda picked a better metaphor."

Dante rolled his eyes. Very visibly.

"You don't get points for bad bi jokes around me," he said. "I still can't figure out why they'd bring you back."

"Everyone's a critic," Max said. "And probably because I just made us invisible and spread that demonic camouflage over both of us and you didn't even notice."

He looked smug. So, no real change.

"It's good to have magic on your side. Or do you only keep the cute blonde around because of the obvious staff puns?"

"I don't 'keep him around', and I sure as fuck don't do it because of anything he can do for me," Dante said crabbily.

How the fuck hadn't he noticed?

So much of magic was misdirection. Like unexpected conversational topics and shitty bi puns. And a good chunk of what was left was trickery and illusions.

"Touchy," Max noted, starting to climb down the other side, moving from car to car. "Ease up now. I don't have any designs on Blondie's honor."

A reference to Anders' hair or was he insinuating he knew stuff about their home life? It was a myyyystery.

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