Monday, April 23, 2012

Fiction From AtZR2- Unit


Title: From A To Z Round 2
Chapter Title: Unit
Author: Restive Nature
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Dark Angel. They belong to Cameron/ Eglee. No infringement is intended and this fiction is for private enjoyment only.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Dark Angel
Type: friendship
Pairing: Max/ Alec
Summary: He who laughs last...
Spoilers/ Time line: Post series. Several months after the siege at Terminal City has started
Feedback: Always welcome!
Distribution: Ask first please.
A/N: This is my interpretations of the second round of A to Z fictions, using the prompts that Seamagik has come up with. Thanks for the inspiration, as well as Nickeldime17 for getting this all started.


U is for Unit


Alec McDowell knew one thing as he stormed his way into command central that morning. He was getting mightily sick and tired of the damn politics that they were playing here. And it wasn't the stand off between the Manticore bred trans beings and the ordinaries on the other side of the fence that was getting to him. No, after his life, how they'd been treated, trained, dealt with, those kind of politics were as usual as breathing. What had Alec's dander up, his ire raised and his nose out of joint was dealing with the ordinary inside the fence.

He had objected of course, to Cale sticking around. It just plain wasn't healthy for the guy. The toxins in Terminal City didn't strike you down in one day if you were a regular human being that hadn't been bred with the immunities to bio-agents, like this trannies had. But it would still affect him. But Cale's genius plan, to take regular blood transfusions from the oh so willing Joshua had blown that away. Before he could even bring up another point, it had been pointed out, forcefully that it wasn't yet safe for Cale to return to the outside world. He had been the one to throw himself into the fray that fateful day at Jam Pony, clearly showing his support for the trannies. Unlike Cindy and Sketchy, who could claim that they were under threat or force to help their former friends. Not that they had used that claim, but it was there all the same.

And then even worse, the moron had actually had some good suggestions to implement which brought a few more people into his support camp. And even thinking of all this, Alec could have lived with it. He'd said his piece enough times before during and after that day that people, in particular, Max knew where he stood. If she didn't want to listen, well.. one day she'd get it and Alec could only hope that the fallout only took her out and not the rest of them. In fact, he'd planned for that day and all the potential outcomes, because that was what a smart soldier did.

No, what had Alec on edge, was Cale's attitude. Like he knew better than the rest of them. Just because he lived in the ordinary world his whole life, that he was the authority for dealing with all matters in the transgenics dealings with the rest of the world. And okay, Alec could deal with that too. He'd had too many dealings with people too hopped up on their own hubris to worry much over it. He'd found that subtly making that person look the fool to everyone else was a much more satisfying route of relief.

But Cale holding it over his head every minute of every day, smugly reminding Alec of how he, an ordinary human, had swooped in and saved Alec, trained super soldier, from being that Familiar bitch's final target... Not even pointing out that Alec had been injured before the fight started. Not even pointing out that Logan had still been hopped up on Joshua's transfusion. Not even pointing out that he had his robo-legs to give him a boost. None of that logic seemed to get through to the older male, who happily discounted it all. And then... then, when he'd seemed to realize that his taunting was getting old and starting to piss people off, he had started reminding Alec of past transgressions. Like how it was apparently all his fault that Max had this retrovirus targeted specifically for Logan's DNA implanted in her. Or how Logan had to put out so much money for a cure, only to have it wasted when Alec needed saving. Or furniture that Alec had wrecked, fighting with Max. Or great Saints above, how much Logan's food bill went up when Alec decided to scavenge for food... one day. Just one friggin' day when he'd shown up at Logan's around lunch time!

It was too much! And Alec swore to himself, despite Logan helping them now, despite it pissing Max off, despite everything! If Logan even so much as looked at him funny, they'd see how far an ordinary could fly under the strength of Alec's ire, as Mole had been trying to take bet's on one day. But when he finally made it through the small maze like hallway into command head quarters, he was startled by the large milling group that had gathered around a desk in the middle of the room.

Stretching up on tiptoes to see over the tops of the gathered bodies, many much taller than he at six foot evem, he groaned softly when he saw that it was Max. And she was standing on something, not the desk itself or he would have seen her easily. She was holding her hands up, trying to get silence. And there was Cale, right beside her, staring at her in that smarmy, smug, lovesick way he had. It made Alec's teeth grind together even more.

What's going on?” he demanded quietly of Mole, whom he had come to a stop by.

Her highness is makin' an announcement,” Mole informed him and Alec could hear the derision in the lizard man's voice. Alec rolled his eyes. This was new. Eventually, in a short manner of time, the room had silenced enough and Max finished her climb up to the desk so that she could easily be seen and obviously, heard.

Okay people,” she called out, her voice ringing loud and clear. “It's come to my attention that the past few days we've been hearing a lot of things about Logan being here. And it's been great, right?” she demanded and there were a few groans, Alec's among them. What the hell was she doing? Alec watched as she carefully eyed the group around her. “I mean,” she went on, “here's this ordinary guy, who has gone out of his way to help us. To provide us with Intel, to try and procure supplies through his contacts, I mean hell! He even saved the life of one of our own! Let's give him a hand folks!” She started clapping, her face lit up and by the obviously falsely smug, good ol' boy, sheepish grin that Logan was sporting, Alec could tell that the man was thrilled.

But Alec was starting to feel sick to his stomach. There was some halfhearted applause until, to Alec's startlement Mole joined in, his hands coming together sounding more like a leather coat being beaten free of dust than of happy clapping. Seeming to realize this, he stopped and cupping his hands around his mouth yelled instead.

Whoo Logan!” he sounded out, his voice ripe and amused. “Go Logie bear!”

Alec felt his heart sink down to his feet, his stomach dropping and rolling as bile swam up his throat. This was too friggin much! He turned to make his escape, but the scaly hand of his neighbor snagged him before he could make his getaway.

Hang on there Nancy,” Mole chuckled, the sound slightly disturbing. “Her highness isn't done yet.”

And so caught in a grip that Alec was feeling too... not weak, but certainly dispirited enough to break, he waited. After Max's clapping for her erstwhile boyfriend died down, she grinned around at the rest of them.

So yeah, Logan's been great, helping us out,” she reiterated and Alec rolled his eyes. “Though of course, in a unit this large some of our skills can get a little redundant, can't they?” There were a few chuckles at that, and friends glancing at one another. “But that's okay,” Max continued on, speaking over a few voices. “We've all got to find our niche, right?” There were more verbal agreements with that and Max was nodding. “Like Mole and Snowy? Both excellent with the munitions. Either one of them could manage the job, no prob, right? But they've really worked together and figured out how to divvy up the responsibilities.”

Beside him, Alec could feel Mole puffing up just slightly with well deserved pride. Yeah, true, Mole and Snowy had had their moments, arguing and threatening one another, but they actually did work well together and their taunting of one another was just typical posturing, more than anything else. Max however, was using a few of the other transgenics and trans humans around the room as examples and Alec was starting to wonder what point she was trying to make. Finally, she turned back to Logan, still at her side, happily beaming up at her.

Now I know,” she started, her arms crossing over her middle, “that I only had half as long as everyone else at Manticore. But when I was a child, the units that Manticore made up only had one person for each necessary job in that unit. We were all trained of course, to handle anything. But we were assigned one task and that was what we concentrated on. But here, here man, we got the luxury of having so many of us to back each other up. Right?”

There were quiet nods again and Alec felt a small grin tug at his lips. Yeah, they had soldiers in spades and they were all capable of much more than Manticore had believed of them.

And that's what a unit does,” Max called out. “We back each other up. And when there's a need, we fill it. We're there for each other. Just like that one time, when Logan was there for Alec. Really there to watch Alec's back against that Familiar bitch!”

Alec, his insides feeling like they were yo-yoing now, stared up at the woman he'd been coming to think of as his best friend and if he secretly admitted it, someone who could be more. She'd not made a direct mention to what had happened between the two males at all, until now and he felt sick that she was so firmly ensconced as a Logan groupie that the man would be dead and gone long before Max ever gave it up.

I was more than happy to help,” Logan announced grandly, his smarmy features trying to dazzle the room and Alec's hands were clenching.

Hold yourself sweet cheeks,” Mole warned softly, his hand coming up to grasp Alec's shoulder. “She still ain't done. Man I been waitin' for this!”

Throwing Mole a confused and slightly disgusted look, Alec forcibly made himself relax.

Yeah, I wasn't sure that you, Logan,” Max went on, her face adopting that typical lovey dovey, goo goo face she made when she was talking about her sweetheart, “would understand how it feels to be in a unit. But then I started thinking about it from your angle.”

Alec didn't miss, to his delight, slight though it was, as Logan's seemingly spaced out vacant adoration of Max slipped a little and he looked confused.

Of course you were happy to help Alec out that day, because of course Alec has helped you out a number of times, right?” she demanded airily, as if it were a verified fact instead of opinion.

Alec perked up at that. Were his ears deceiving him or did Max just actually announce, in public, before her friends and co-workers and her not-like-that boyfriend, that Alec was actually useful.

I mean, he's helped you out on missions and he paid you back what money he could that we owed you and wow, remember that time we had that accident and he helped me get you to the hospital? I mean, I know he couldn't get there later, but if it hadn't been for some legal trouble, he would have been right there at your side, transfusing you. I mean, and that's just the stuff that Alec did straight for you. Then there's all those times when he's had my back, or Joshua's back and that's just since he got out of Manticore.” She turned to look at the room at large and continued. “I can't even begin to imagine all the crap trouble you guys might have had then, but seriously, was Alec there for you guys?”

Alec was surprised by the deafening response Max got to that. But he was pleased. He hadn't even thought of any of his actions being far reaching by any means. It was just... that was how they were taught. He chanced a glance at Logan, who was looking much less thrilled now and a little... dismayed?

Hey, you know what!” Max called out, bouncing slightly on her toes from atop her perch. “We should all take a moment to thank one another for all the great help we've been to each other. I mean, I know that's not how it normally goes down, because we're all just doing what comes naturally. Because as a unit, we know that we've got someone at our back. Just like someone would have had Alec's back if Logan hadn't made it there. I mean, not that we don't appreciate Logan kicking the snot out of that bitch.” There was some laughter at that and Alec could join in, because she was right. The look on that prissy bitches face when Logan had used his robo-legs to send her packing had been hilarious.

So you know, just like we don't keep a tally on all the things we do for our unit, because man, it's really a two way street, right?” Max called out. “Well, I also know that a little appreciation never hurts anything. Just like when Alec thanked Logan for the save. So hey, where's Alec?” she demanded, looking around and when Mole called her attention over in their direction, she smiled widely and Alec's heartbeat picked up just a little once her attention was on him. But instead of any of her blank looks and veiled insults, she was happily moving both hands out from her body and giving him a cheesy grin. “Good job there Alec. Thumbs up for being a trend setter.” And she matched image to words and Alec had to laugh hard there at the unintentional adorableness she displayed.

He ducked his head down more so that it wasn't like he was laughing at her, or Logan even, who now looked so devastated and hugely embarrassed as perhaps the weight of his own self congratulation he had wrought came down around his ears.

Okay people!” Max called out, one hand now on her hip as she was gesturing with the other to the crowd in general. “So let's take a moment and thank each other for all the good work we've been doing and then we can get back to it. All right?”

There were huge vocal agreements being made as she hopped down from the desk as immediately the trannies started turning to one another and shaking hands and cuffing shoulders while words of enthusiastic encouragement were shared. Alec's eyes followed after Max as she completely disregarded Logan to make a beeline to Joshua. He could hear her lilting voice thanking the big guy for his work on the housing issue and all the time he'd taken to do so.

Come on pretty boy,” Mole grunted as he snagged Alec's coat sleeve and began forcibly hauling him through the crowd. Alec could feel the pats on his shoulder and other arm from some of the others they passed and caught a few murmurs of their appreciation.

Hey Max,” the lizard man called out, just loudly enough to get her attention. She turned and waited as they reached her, slightly disregarding Alec for the moment as she waited for whatever it was Mole wanted.

Yeah?” she finally demanded.

Well as per your command,” Mole began, dragging his words slightly, with the air of resignation at having to follow her orders. “Just wanted to say thanks for another daily dose of soap opera entertainment.”

Max grinned, quickly hid it as her eyes slid to Alec and then back to Mole and she shrugged one shoulder. “Happy to oblige, I guess.” They both nodded and then Max giggled. She honest to God giggled and Alec wasn't the only one raising an eyebrow to that. “Keeps us from going off the reservation, right?”

You'll get no complaints from me,” Alec agreed happily. There was a moment of milling in the group and Alec caught Mole's glance darting between them and then with a calculated look, turned away to find another transgenic, Snowy as it turned out, to thank the guy for keeping his wits sharp, even if his taunts were half-formed and not nearly... and Alec, as he felt Max's hand on his sleeve, tuned out the veiled words that were a staple of the pairs working relationship.

There's something else...” Max began and Alec stilled, waiting patiently. He could see the hesitation in her eyes and he knew, just knew that were he to crack a joke to ease the sudden tension she was exhibiting, then she'd respond in kind and he might never find out what was going on in that brain of hers.

Yeah?” he encouraged softly and was pleased when he was rewarded with a slight grin that actually looked like it was fueled by amusement and not derision.

I just wanted to say thank you,” she began and then shrugged one shoulder, glancing away momentarily. “To you,” she stressed, raising both eyebrows, in case that hadn't been clear to him. Which of course, on some days it wasn't. “For... well, for having my back whenever you could. Cause I know,” she paused and glanced away, but her gaze seemed unfocused, not on any specific thing or person. “I guess it goes without saying that if you really didn't want to help, there wasn't much I could say to make you.”

Ah, you know me,” Alec scoffed happily, slightly delighted that she had finally acknowledged him in such a public setting. He waved one hand dismissively. “I'm always a sucker for a pretty girl.” He realized that those words could be taken several ways and then shrugged. “Not like you're a typical damsel in distress or anything. Just... you know. You asked and...”

After threatening, abusing and or blackmailing you, you came through?” Max teased, chuckling.

Yeah, something like that,” he agreed with a breath of relief that she wasn't taking offense. “And, I know, you've...” he hesitated because even with the teasing tones they were trying to keep to, it was getting just a little emotional. At least on his end. Which wasn't the greatest impression that he wanted to present to her. But there was something in her eyes that Alec couldn't help himself responding to. “You've been there for me to Max,” his voice was slightly hoarse as he managed to get it out. “And even if I didn't show it then, I really, really appreciated it.”

Of course,” she smiled, but there was again, nothing sinister in her face. If Alec had to say, she looked, relieved. Perhaps that they were finally able to get this reciprocal crap out of the way. But he had one more thing to say.

And of course,” he teased, gesturing discreetly around, “thanks for being such a good, kind hearted person, deep down. You know, deep, deep deep, way deep down.” The words were teasing as was the tone and thankfully she took it as intended.

I know, this hard assed bitch routine is so damn good, I had ya fooled for the longest time,” she preened, which caused Alec to chuckle and shake his head.

Sure ya did Max,” he snorted. “I had you pegged the first time you bitched me out for being rude to Joshua.”

The reminder caused her to smile and she shrugged. “Okay fine, what can I say? I'm more into actions than words anyway.”

Yeah,” Mole interjected, having turned back to them again, “well maybe one of these days you can action the ordinaries ass on out of here.”

Alec winced inwardly, but was totally taken by surprise when Max's face didn't darken immediately, but instead, she sighed and lowered her eyes slightly. There was a twist to her lips as her eyes darted in the direction of the lone and lonely male being ignored by all the beings around him. There was a long sigh from her before she glance up at Mole again.

I hate to say it,” she began in low tones, “but that's going to take a little more planning and conniving than even I'm capable of now.”

You know, if there's anyway we can help,” Mole offered before Alec could even process what she had just admitted and the implications of it, but he caught up quickly enough.

If you're serious Max,” he warned and seeing the misery in her eyes, softened his tones. “Any way we can help, all you have to do is ask.” He waited, keeping his face neutral as she eyed the both of them. He knew, just knew that Mole was probably looking all gleeful and eager, but for himself, if it had been before, before a lot of things, well, he might have looked the same. But, still reeling from the events of the last fifteen minutes, Alec didn't feel like putting on a show of bull shit. And to his relief, Max seemed to understand that completely. She turned to regard him and solely he.

Thanks,” she murmured with a small smile. “I might just take you up on that.”

Hey,” Alec sighed, opening his arms widely in a grandiose gesture. “Anything for the good of the unit, right?”

To his amazement, Max seemed to misunderstand the position of his... and suddenly she was sliding against him, her arms wrapped around his chest and back and with a sudden widening of his eyes, he realized what she was doing. And his own arms wrapped around her in a very unfamiliar move, but oh so welcome as he rested his cheek on the top of her head for a moment as she squeezed him lightly. She was so close that he could feel her eyelashes fluttering against his throat and all the emotions that he thought he had properly tamped down came rushing back to him.

His throat choked up, the feel of her body pressed demurely against his own, Alec did the only thing he could. He glanced up, and in a perfect moment, the crowd had parted before them, until there was a straight line of visual access to the great Logan Cale. And as Alec caught his startled, disappointed gaze, he smiled and straightened up slightly, even as he squeezed Max once more.

'Thanks,' he mouthed silently to the other man who turned away immediately, disgust and pain evident in his features. And then he disregarded the other man to turn all his attention back to the woman in his arms.



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Fiction From AtZR2- Entrance


Title: From A To Z
Chapter Title: Entrance
Author: Restive Nature
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Dark Angel. They belong to Cameron/ Eglee. No infringement is intended and this fiction is for private enjoyment only.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Dark Angel
Type: schmoopy
Pairing: Max/ Alec
Summary: No matter how grand an entrance you can make, someone always comes along to top it.
Spoilers/ Time line:Post series. TC is no longer under siege though White is still a threat.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Distribution: Ask first please.
A/N: This is my interpretations of the second round of A to Z fictions, using the prompts that Seamagik has come up with. Thanks for the inspiration, as well as Nickeldime17 for getting this all started.




E is for Entrance


'If there's one thing that girl knows how to do,' Alec thought to himself as he pulled the vehicle over into the ditch. There was no use for it, the tire had been going flat and he'd driven on it as long as he could. And there was no use endangering he and the other passenger. He left the car running, occasional warmth to combat the freak snow storm that they were enduring. The one that they'd all thought wasn't going to get as bad as this.

He gathered everything he could find for supplies in the front seat and glove box before he ducked out of the driver's seat, into the cold environment, limping slightly, slamming that door shut and diving into the rear seat of the four door sedan that he'd stolen. He glanced over at his partner, frowning as beads of sweat were forming on her brow. She did not look good right now. Even in her finery, she was looking pale, sweaty, pained...bloody...

His own pain, from the bullet that had caught his calf muscle, burning and causing that discomfort that came when your body recognized that there was foreign matter where it just didn't belong, it all paled in comparison to what she was enduring.

Even as he dug on the floor for a blanket, she was trying to gasp something out. He listened for a moment before answering.

I killed the lights Maxie,” he told her, one hand reaching for hers and then wincing as she squeezed. Whoever had passed on that bit of wisdom about the fingers and the hands? Oh hell were they right. As quickly as the spasm of pain passed, he retrieved his hand and flexed it, out of her sight, hoping feeling would return quickly. He stole another glance at this forthright woman that had decided, that now of all times, an evening of fun was just in order and had accepted the invitation, even though everyone warned them against it. But he'd wanted to keep her happy. Wanted to see her smile, since it was so rare these days.

Alec felt his lips curving into a grin as he remembered when they had walked into that ballroom earlier in the evening. He had been gob smacked himself the first time he saw her in the dress that she had chosen. The plunging neckline was not one that Max normally would have chosen. But she had been in an odd mood of late. But walking into that ballroom, that high society event, everyone had turned and stared, some jaws dropping, some women envious about how well Max pulled off the daring, brilliant red dress. The plunging neckline was only part of it. It had been skin tight and slinky. The perfect description, with parts of the waist and hips cut away so that every inch of perfectly smooth caramel skin was revealed, and it almost looked like everything was pointing like a target, right to her stomach. The stares had continued as they'd moved into the gathered crowd. Perhaps because the back of the dress? Well, there wasn't one. The material gathered to rest at just the top of her buttocks, showing off a tantalizing glimpse of that ripe form of cleavage she'd been amply gifted with.

And Alec had loved it. The entire evening, as her escort, her literal bodyguard that night, he'd been able to keep his hand hovering there, right above that swell, rubbing her back in a clear indication to other males that despite what they might think, she was all his. Not that Maxie noticed. She was too busy enjoying herself, talking with old acquaintances she had met from days better left forgotten. It had been a long time since she'd been able to sparkle like that. And as she had said, it would be a long time before she could again. He'd been happy to put that smile on her face.

It was just typical that the woman who'd been running and hiding for the majority of her life, advocating keeping a low profile, eschewing a publicized life, that she could walk into any room and make everyone sit up, stand up and stare. Oh lord, the staring.

But it wasn't like this was his first indication that she was a larger than life person, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Even if she wouldn't admit to it, her personality was forceful for the most part. It was in her stride, in her determination and she let everyone know it. Not like tonight's walk into those snobby trust fund goody do gooders had been her most spectacular. There was of course her triumphant moment of crashing a hover drone into Jam Pony at the start of the hostage situation. That was masterful, as well as her little quips when everyone had raced to gather around her.

But even before that, Ale had seen the evidence in simple things. Like how she was always racing ahead on that little Ninja of hers. Wanting to be first, whether it was because someone needed help or she just wanted to open her baby up and let the freedom of the road take her. Or, there were also the times when she used said Ninja to do her forthright talking for her. How on earth did you argue with someone who was fully prepared, and Alec had seen this too, totally ready to use several hundred pounds of machinery to mow people down to make her point.

Even her stride was determined to garner her attention. Like the way she'd kick through anything to get at what she wanted. The way she strode about like she was the Queen of everything. Work, home, Crash, even the streets. Her stride always said that she was in charge and you'd better know it.

Alec!” her voice rang out and Alec, was embarrassed to realize that he had been daydreaming slightly, even as he was glancing at his watch. “Alec? What the hell are you thinking?”

Huh?” was his brilliant response as he turned to regard her. She was turned, sideways on the back bench seat, one hand cradling her abdomen. It was very prophetic seeming that the dress she wore that seemed to target her stomach as the focal point of her ensemble, was now the truth. She sucked in her breath, eyes clenching shut as pain played over her face again and Alec forced himself back to the situation at hand.

'Damn White and his freaky goons,' Alec cursed silently, as he saw the slight trickle of blood pooling under her. 'We beat them back and the fuckers just couldn't stand that they lost.'

Alec!” this time her voice was an entreaty and he responded instantly to it, his hand moving to cover hers and the other stroking her leg that was closest to him. “It hurts.”

I know Maxie,” he soothed. “Try to breath through the pain.” He glanced at his watch again, mentally urging the rescue team coming from Terminal City to really haul ass and perform the miracle of getting there much earlier than they thought they'd be capable of. “Help is coming.”

I know that dumb ass,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I was the one that called them.”

Only because I was too busy getting our asses out of there,” he smirked back. Her fingers tightened on her knee that she was gripping for a long moment and then the pain seemed to ease off for a moment. She fell out of the slight curled hunch she had created, her head thumping slightly on the door behind her.

So what were you thinking about?” she demanded once more. Alec shrugged one shoulder, glancing down again. He bit at his lip, thinking that for all the supplies he had, they just wouldn't be enough if... but he couldn't tell her that.

I was just thinking,” he grinned up at her, desperate to keep her at least from going off the deep end over things. That wouldn't help their situation at all. “Really,” he continued, “about all your really cool entrances. You really know how to be the center of attention, don't you?” he teased gently. She stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide and disbelieving.

That's what you're thinking about?” she demanded stridently. “Seriously?”

Well, keeps me from thinking about how I have yet another hole in my body,” he shrugged. “Or the absurdity of the situation.” Her face had softened instantly at the mention of his wound and he winced inwardly when he saw the tears begin to pool in the corner of her eyes. “Hey, hey, just a flesh wound. Remember? Been there, done that?”

Not a good argument,” she gasped, sitting up and straining once more. Alec reached forward to help her try and find a comfortable position. Not that they were having any luck with that.

But it is absurd,” he continued, once she had calmed a little again. Trying, with the only thing he had left, his words, to distract her. “I mean, you simply wanted a night out. I provided it. But with our abysmal luck, we have a run in with White and his goons, the tire is flat on the friggin' car, we're almost out of gas, we had to divert from our path so that White couldn't follow us and that puts our rescue team way off course. They're gonna have a hell of a time finding us, because of this fucking freak snow storm and we can't use the GPS on our phones, because yours was in your purse and you left it behind and mine was the victim of a bullet.”

Better your phone than your lungs,” Max grunted out.

True,” Alec conceded. “And to top it all off, there's this.” He waved his hand over her abdomen.

This?” her voice was icy, but Alec knew that it wasn't in reference to how he had put it, but Max trying to siphon off the pain in whatever way she could. He could only imagine... his bullet wound was nothing in comparison. “Damn it Alec,” she gasped, her voice sounding tiny to his ears. “I don't think we can wait.”

There was a truth to that statement that he hadn't quite wanted to admit and he quickly moved to check on her. And saw that she was, as usual, one hundred percent correct. A particular string of nasty words slipped from his lips. “I think you're right babe,” he muttered and caught her rolling her eyes at him. It was over quickly as she gasped once more and her upper body arched towards the ceiling of the car, without much success of reaching it, naturally. Even as he noted that the sweat was rolling off her brow, he was reaching for one of the rags he had found, clean thankfully, in the glove box. He mopped at her face and she turned towards the clean fabric gratefully. “How long?” he asked. And then realized he wasn't being clear. “Tonight, I mean.”

Since before we left,” Max gasped out. “But I didn't think...”

Yeah,” Alec sighed, well aware of the situation she was referring to. He probably would have calculated the same odds. She was straining once more, and this time, it was she reaching for his hand. He gave it to her, thoughts of pain, of her breaking his hand were gone. It didn't matter, as long as he did his duty and saw her through this, to the end, just like he had promised. The moment took forever to pass and Alec checked on her once more. Thankfully there had not been any real progression of note.

I wonder something though,” he mused, once again trying to distract her just a little. “Do you think it might be, like, inherited, or genetic or something?”

What is?” she gasped back. He could see that she was having a hard time catching her breath, things were happening so fast now. It didn't matter if she were lying down or sitting up.

Making the grand entrances,” he pointed out, “as you seem so fond of doing.” But then she was arching up again and Alec's eyes went wide as she grabbed his shirt collar.

I don't care about what I'm so fond of doing,” she growled. “This is stupid!” She let loose of his collar and then winced as Alec's arms came up from their awkward positioning around each other, to try and carefully lower her back down. “I'm sorry,” she apologized instantly. “The pain...”

I know babe,” he soothed. “Just hang on. Help will be here soon. Not like it's gonna do us much good.”

What do you mean?” her words were panicked suddenly and Alec cursed himself for not watching his tongue.

It's okay,” he tried placating her and explaining quickly was one of the ways to do so. “I was just thinking that I was really hoping that it would be quiet and safe, preferably in TC where the doctor has access to pain medication.” He saw her nodding along with him and couldn't help the tired grin. “Instead, we've got a blizzard, barely any supplies, help that's going to be too late in coming and it's a month too early. Talk about a grand entrance.”

Alec,” her voice was soft, but there was something deadly in it. And it made Alec sit up and take notice. “I really don't care about how any friggin' entrance is made, as long as it-!” She stopped short and then bit down on her lower lip, so hard that she actually drew blood, and there was a long, low keening emanating from her throat. She had pushed him away and managed to gasp out, “now!”

Pushing the material of her dress out of the way, Alec realized that she was right. All that mattered was the here and now. And it was his job, the most important one he had right now, to see her through this.

*****

Mole stared anxiously out the window, cursing the damn snow storm that had been growing in intensity since even before they'd received the distress call. His experienced gaze swept back and forth, searching for any sign of their missing leaders.

He knew, just knew, from experience, from his highly developed intuitive senses, that tonight had been slated to be a disaster right from the get go. His hands clenched and unclenched convulsively. The original plan, before some brainiac had checked the weather report, simply because Mole wanted all bases covered and had planned a rescue op before the others even thought there might be trouble, had been to have the chopper they'd “acquired” to be fueled and ready to go. But he couldn't fly in this weather. Maybe if they had a stripped down National Guard long distance rescue can, they'd have made it. But no, all they had was the usual military issue for standard transport. It was too heavy to fly through weather like this. The dangers too great for the crew before they could even think to get to their target.

And it was the fact that Mole would have been at the helm, directing things, that had him on edge now. Because this old rusting hunk of junk ambulance, another of their “acquisitions” that had been painted over to look like any other rusted out bucket of bolts on the post pulse roads, was being driven by Kodiak. And admittedly, the black bear human cross of a transhmuan was one that Mole liked having at his back. He had nearly as much battle and mission experience as Mole did, albeit in different areas. And he knew the mission as well as anyone else.

Mole's problem was that Kodiak, when faced with weather issues, drove like a ninety year old woman needing a new prescription on her bifocals. The van was friggin' crawling along. Which admittedly, made it easier for Mole and the others in the back to keep their eyes out for signs of their missing leaders.

There!” Joshua yelled, his finger jabbing forward to the front window, towards Mole more than Kodiak. Eyes instantly swung the way the big dog man had been pointing. There was nothing there, but they weren't quick to dismiss it. The last communique that they'd had from Alec had noted that they had had to switch routes to lose White and company. They had a general area, but then Alec's phone had gone dead. The popping report they'd heard clearly over the line told them what had probably, hopefully happened.

Little light,” Joshua explained. “Flashing intermittent.”

Mole nodded. They were in a car. He continued to scan what he assumed was the horizon and then he caught it as well. An eerie light flickering and Mole assumed from the glow, for it to be an inner dome light, in the backdrop of dark and snow. He glanced down at the map of the countryside roads he'd been able to grab. “Two clicks up, hard right,” he instructed. “We'll come back at them immediately on the concurrent service road.”

Kodiak nodded and sped up. Mole breathed just a tiny sigh of relief. Finally, they were getting somewhere. When they pulled up five minutes later, he was the first out of the van, as soldiers, taking point poured out, he strode to the van, shivering in the drastically lowered temperatures.

All clear!” one of his boys shouted and Mole noted that the boy had taken the precaution of throwing on one of the heat signature reading goggles they kept. There were no other bodies alive out there, but for the ones in the vehicle. He approached and rapped on the rear door, where he could see some shadowy forms. The vehicle was quiet, but when he leaned over to open the door, he could see quite clearly, as the dome light flickered and came on for just a brief moment before dying out again, not one or two, but three distinct presences, huddled together.

Someone call for a rescue?” he chuckled, his relief that the situation hadn't been worse, very evident.

Someone that could have used it about twenty minutes ago,” Alec quipped back, sparing Mole only the briefest of glances, before turning back to gaze intently, worshipfully at the child wrapped in a black tuxedo jacket and cradled in his wife's arms. Mole didn't bother hiding his smirk. He'd seen that look on new father's faces all the time. He pulled back and gestured to the med team that had traveled with them. “Get some blankets,” he instructed as Joshua neared to peek in. “We got a little one to transport.”

Renee moved in, while her partner, Flynn grabbed what supplies they had brought. Mole moved out of her way, while Joshua sidled to the side. It looked crowded enough in there, what with Max and the baby taking up the back seat and Alec squashed in on the floor beside her. But neither seemed to mind in their fawning adoration of the baby that was front and center.

It took only a matter of minutes to get Max and the baby bundled up and transferred to the back of the ambulance. Mole wanted to ask, as they all climbed back into the vehicle and were on their way back to TC, in contact with other vehicles that had been sent out to ensure their safe route return. But he restrained himself. The betting pool wasn't all that important. At this point, since he had led the trend of betting on the most preposterous scenarios possible in which Max would deliver, he held the most chances there. But right now, it was down to fifty/ fifty odds that he would win. That crafty little kitty cat Allie had mimicked his bets. But she had been betting on a girl. Mole, with his superior air of premonition had been going for boy.

Max of course, had kept mum about it and forced Alec to do the same. But Mole was sure he'd have his answer soon enough. He focused part of his attention on the conversation in the back. Renee and Flynn were taking all sorts of vitals and notes and complimenting Alec and Max on a job well done, while the normally bickering pair were just murmuring their assents. And then Max giggled.

What babe?” Alec had chuckled along with her. Apparently her good mood was infectious.

Don't think you get to call me that anymore,” she grunted happily. “Got the real thing here now.”

True,” Alec agreed. “I'll find something else to call you wife o' mine.”

I know you will,” she replied archly, sounding amused, yet resigned. “And you were right.”

Right about what?”

As far as entrances go,” Max laughed. “I've had some good ones. But I think, hands down, our son just won that contest.”

That he did, sweetheart,” Alec agreed and the pair were laughing once more as a tiny, soft baby coo was added to the mix.

And even as he turned his attention back to watching the roads, letting his senses sweep out to protect the van's inhabitants, Mole had to agree. For all the trouble that little one had caused, the situation was win all around.



From AtZ Round 2- Jack

Fiction Anything To Zipper- Xerox


Title: Xerox
Author: Restive Nature
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel. This show belongs to Fox and Cameron/ Elgee. No infringement is intended and this fiction is for reading pleasure only.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Dark Angel
Type: humor, romance
Pairing: Max/ Alec
Summary: Headlines can be misleading.
Spoilers/ Time line: Late season 2.
Feedback: Always welcome.
Distribution: Ask first, please.
A/N: Not entirely thrilled about this one, but it serves its purpose. Not very probable and it ends abruptly. I think I like it that way though.


Xerox


When he called Sketch and asked if Sketch wanted to meet him for lunch, he was turned down instantly. That was pretty unusual, because Alec McDowell had been smart enough to offer to treat this time, right from the get go. When Alec asked what Sketch was up to, Sketchy had only replied that he had a side job that needed taking care of and that he'd catch up with Alec later that night.

When he'd called Cindy next, he'd gotten the same brush off, except her excuse was that she was eating with Max. That was fine by Alec, though he wasn't exactly wanting to be in that girl's vicinity any time soon.

The past few weeks, she, Max had been glaring at him, more often than usual. She'd been just about everywhere that he had been and it had started to unnerve him a little bit. At work, it was a bit of a given. But when she'd shown up at Crash and two other bars that he'd frequented, he'd been weirded out. He hit up a strip club the next time and to his relief, she wasn't infiltrating the bar like she had that time they'd had to rescue Ariel, or whatever the hell that mer-girl had decided to call herself.

But then he'd finally had enough of the vacuous dancers, earlier than usual because his mind and surprisingly, his body, couldn't focus on what was right in front of him because it was too attuned to thinking of the girl that was driving him crazy. He'd exited the street and could have sworn that he saw her, on her motorcycle, just down the street, in between two cars. He'd blinked, shook his head slightly and when he looked again, there was no one there.

He had even tried Joshua's. The big guy had been happy to see Alec and at first, it had been great since Max hadn't been there. But she'd shown up within half an hour of his arrival, with food.

If it hadn't been for the fact that there was just barely enough food for the three of them to go around, he would have wondered, but she had seemed startled to see him there. But then just shrugged her shoulders and went to greet Josh.

So now, he was a little leery of going back to the for sure place that he knew she would be that day. But knowing that Normal would throw a gargantuan hissy fit, he finally gave in, wondering if he'd have to hide out in the john just to eat a peaceful meal.

When he arrived at Jam Pony, he saw Sketch straddling his bike, just outside the entryway. He was stuffing a ream of papers into his messenger bag and then began peddling away from the building.

Hey man, you finish early?” Alec called happily. Even if Max was there, Sketch could act as a buffer. But the lanky biker didn't even slow down.

Nah, just got the assignment,” he called as he pedaled away. “Catch ya later!”

With a sigh, Alec continued on into the building. He scanned the place hastily, catching Normal's eye and was waved over. Resigned, he moved to the desk and rummaged through his bag to find his clipboard with all his deliveries listed. He handed it off to Normal, who gave it a once over, then glanced up at the clock.

You're on lunch Golden Boy,” he informed Alec, then, with pen still in hand, jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “If you can stand the racket Missy Miss is making.”

Alec's left eyebrow quirked up. Racket? He wasn't hearing much, other than a motorized whine coming from one of the back rooms. “Max is back there?” he asked hesitantly, wanting certain clarification, because he had on occasion, heard Normal assign that name to girls other than Max that were taking a high and mighty tone with the boss. Normal nodded absentmindedly.

Paid to use the copier on her break,” he muttered. “Not that I care about her boyfriend. But whatever floats her boat, right?”

Alec refrained from making “the face” when Logan Cale was brought up. The one that reached between grimacing at the thought of him and snickering with laughter at the absurdity of the man.

With a resigned sigh, Alec headed over to his locker to retrieve the lunch that he had reluctantly packed that morning, before the great idea of taking Sketch out to lunch had occurred to him. He glanced in the bag, noting that it would be about the same thing, since lunch consisted of take away leftovers from his favorite little Mexican stand. Knowing that it would taste better cold, he didn't bother to head over to the employee lounge. That would afford Max a clear view of him if and when she ever exited the copy room. And why hadn't he known that there was a copy room back there? He had figured it for Normal's personal sanctuary. If he'd known... He fought down the grin that leering thoughts provided.

Of course, his traitorous little brain reminded him that there was a sexy, red hot female back there right now. But she was the type of female that would break him in two and stuff him into the copier, rather than consent to have a little good old fashioned fun with the machine.

His introspection into the mechanics of how exactly she could go about accomplishing that were enough to make him lose the fantasy. It would have been a cold day in hell before the other happened. Wasn't that how the saying went? But just as he glanced up from setting his meal out on the bench before him, he noted that the other feminine bane to his existence, Original Cindy and her unspoken promises of homo erotic fantasy fulfillment were something he couldn't fight on the best of days, had arrived. He smirked as she wheeled her bike down the ramp, calling out to friends and co-workers. Luckily she seemed fairly content to ignore the back room where her best friend was hiding out. After parking her bike against one of the building columns, she made her way back to the bank of lockers.

What chu doin' hidin' all the way back here?” she asked with amusement as Alec debated the wisdom in quickly repacking everything and finding a safe tree out in the middle of nowhere to lunch under. It might seem extreme, but she had been everywhere!

Sketch was busy,” he finally shrugged. “So I'm eatin'. Why? Is there a problem with that?” He was wary of getting too deep into it with Cindy. Any suspicions the girl might have or complaints and since Cindy had already proclaimed that she was eating her lunch with her room mate, she'd take them straight to Max for sure. He wondered idly again why it was that when one female was pissy with one male, their entire gender had to suffer for it. He had started to wonder if Cindy's attitude on males was one of the reasons why Max was the way she was. It was a theory.

Nah,” Cindy smiled as she worked the combination of her lock, deftly spinning the tumbler despite her ridiculously long nails. Another of the feminine mysteries. “Jus' wonderin' why you be sittin' there by yo' lonesome. Or maybe you just ain't seen the headlines today?”

The headlines?” he repeated, his mind instantly flying to the problem that was looming largest on the minds of the transgenics. And that was anonymity. Had one of their kind been found out, revealed? But then, Alec knew for one hundred percent sure, that Max would have fournd and cornered him and demanded help rescuing whatever poor trannie in a tree it turned out to be. Or Logan would have been blowing up his cell phone looking for someone to back Max up because she, typically would have raced off into danger by herself. And Cindy certainly wouldn't be so sanguine about the deal. So he forced himself to calm.

Mm hmm,” Cindy murmured. She glanced down at her bag and carefully reached into one of the pockets of her messenger bag. She extracted a bright purple sheet and unfolded it. “Got one right here. O' course it don't come out an say, exactly, but those who know can read between the lines.” She held the sheet out to him, but Alec didn't take it. He could see the bold, black letters in block print easily enough.

Modern Woman Takes Romance by the Reins. Breakdowns over break ups a thing of the past!

Oh my god,” he groaned. “Again?” he asked in disbelief. Cindy was quite right. It was easy enough to connect the dots, especially knowing mpw that Max was in the back room printing these off. But what the hell was she thinking of? “How many times this month does that make?”

Apparently just once,” Cindy chuckled as she took the sheet and simply threw it in her now opened locker. “For real suga. I think this is it.”

Now look,” Alec sighed as she removed two brown paper bags and then softly shut the metal door with a dull clang. “We all know how this merry go round goes. And why the hell does she feel the need to go advertise it? That's...” He wasn't sure what he could say to that. Yes, he had always told Max that as transgenics, they didn't belong with ordinaries. Not only could ordinaries not understand certain basic needs that the highly trained, skilled hybrids had, they couldn't fulfill them. And in the current climate they were living in, being with an ordinary was a sure way to get said ordinary into the line of fire.

And there was more to it. Even disregarding how he felt about Logan personally, he was pretty sure that this was a crap way to go on about it all. Sure, Logan hadn't exactly treated Maxie with the best of intentions or regard, often treating her like a caged tiger on a leash. Or a superheroed flunky to his overinflated sidekicks ego. Putting her in danger with his stupid little missions that he thought changed the world, but in reality did jack other than providing some other big baddie room to move in, expand his territory.

Someone really needs to talk to her about this,” Alec groaned and Cindy, having straddled the bench, similarly to how he had, just regarded him with a cool eyebrow raise.

I talked to my Boo 'til I was blue in de face,” Cindy shrugged her shoulders, looking not all that bent out of shape about it. “All she said was she was dealing wi' de most dense male eva step foot on de planet. So this girl backed off.” She chuckled then and pointed one carefully decorated digit at him. “Maybe you'd have betta luck.”

Alec grimaced, a groan working its way up his throat. That would be just friggin' typical. Here he'd been busting his ass to avoid her and now, thanks to her melodramatic tendencies, heretofore thought by him to be reserved for dramas outside of work, he was being pressed into the mission of once again trying to talk sense into the girl. But then the absent thought of maybe being locked in a small room once more with her, the opportunities that might afford. Maybe he could make it worth his while...

A little kiss snuck in, or a slipped digit... Of course there'd be hell to pay. He started to wonder just how big that copy room was. With a heaving sigh, knowing that perhaps it would be better to just get their run in of the day over and done with, so it wasn't hanging over his head, he rose from his seat with a murmured admonition to watch his lunch for him to Cindy. The girl chuckled and nodded, before starting to unpack her own bag of goodies.

No one stopped him as he made his way to the back room where the noises that he'd detected before, had ceased. With a sigh and a quick thumbs up from Normal, he rapped sharply at the door and then slipped inside before she could deny him entry.

Yeah?” Max asked from where she stood, at the back of the surprisingly roomy square dimensions that Alec hadn't bothered to calculate of dead space in the building. She was shuffling more of those purple flyer's into order and the copy machine was only letting off a whir of its motor slowing down. She turned her head when he didn't answer immediately and there was a smirk in pace. “Alec. I was wondering when I'd see you.”

You were huh?” Alec retorted immediately. “Counting the minutes until I come and try and kick some sense into you again? Max, are you seriously...?” And then he trailed off as he realized exactly what it was that she had had Sketchy doing. She had paid the lanky messenger to post these all over town. He had known it before, but seeing the easy going happiness in her face just sort of brought it home. He regarded her carefully. She certainly looked much better this time around than all the previous times that she had cut ties with the cyber hacker.

Seriously what?” she asked, a teasing smirk on her face as she turned around to lean against the machine, purple ream of papers in hand still.

He sighed and inhaled deeply, steeling himself for the confrontation. He gestured to the papers in her hand. “Look,” he offered in a cajoling tone, “I get that you really do understand the situation. But have you really thought about how this is going to affect him?”

Logan?” she asked carefully, her face a mask of confusion and then she smiled sadly. “He kinda already knows,” she shrugged. “I mean, I told him first, of course. That was only fair.”

He knows?” Alec repeated incredulously. And then shook his head. “No, no way! And he went along with it? He has no problems? None whatsoever with you plastering these all over the city? A public break-up like this?”

What...?” Max began, but then her face cleared. “Alec, did you even bother to look past the headline?” she chuckled. Alec shook his head, slightly dumbfounded. She sighed, but it didn't sound all that disappointed. “Drastic measures,” she muttered. She pulled one of the sheets free and on her way by him, out the door, she handed it to him. “Talk to me again after you read that.”

And then she was gone.

With a roll of his eyes, Alec skimmed through the dark lettered words and did a double take. He quickly moved back to the top and read through what he was afraid was a story almost too damn good to be true. It was a funny story she had written, though she had well disguised all the pertinent details, so as not to oust them in the public eye, but like Cindy had said... anyone who could read between the lines. And as he read, her behavior suddenly became clear. Logan wasn't the dense male that needed the friggin' wake up call.

He wheeled suddenly, making a beeline dash for the door. “Max!” he called and skidded to a halt as he caught sight of her, leaning desultorily against the column where he had parked his bike. She had her arms crossed, a beaming smile playing over her beautiful face. With still a slight squeeze of fear around his poor battered heart, he slowed and approached her. He couldn't help responding to her beatific smile and as he moved towards her, he held up the Xerox she had given him. “So?” he grunted, “need any help distributing these?”

Well I don't know,” she hedged. “Sorta used up all my money payin' Normal and Sketch. Cindy now, did it just to see me happy.”

Well now,” Alec smirked as he moved in those last few inches into her space, so close that he could breathe in her breath. “I can think of a very satisfactory form of payment other than cold hard cash. And I'm sure that we could find a mutually satisfying amount for a job well done.”

Well, maybe I was a little hasty in paying them before the job was complete,” Max retorted instantly. “Why should you get the same treatment?”

Well, I am Normal's Golden Boy. Best messenger in the building, according to him,” Alec prompted. “Remember,” he urged, before she could make a quip, “quality over quantity.”

Well if that's the way you want to play it,” Max murmured, “then you better put your money where your mouth is. Pony up messenger boy.”

And with that challenge hanging between them, Alec scooped Max into his waiting arms, his lips descending on hers as she met him eagerly and the swirling heady feeling he'd experienced ever since he read that Max had broken up with Logan, for real and for sure, because she'd fallen in love with him, him, intensified.

Their first kiss was eventually interrupted by cheers and catcalls intruding upon their own little bubble. Alec glanced down into Max's eyes, relieved beyond measure to find a liquid happiness glowing within them. Both of her arms were encircling his neck, while he'd held her close, hands curving around her hips. But then he realized that there was a distinct lack of irritant at his back and when he looked, saw the papers that she had so painstakingly created were now scattered on the floor.

Uh Max,” he began, shifting slightly. “Your copies...?”

Don't need 'em anymore,” Max murmured, her lips skimming against his jaw and Alec swallowed convulsively. “This Lois Lane just got her Superman. No more need to advertise.”

You got that right,” Alec agreed vehemently and both were chuckling as their lips met once more.

You're going to pick those up Missy Miss! No littering in the building. And what have I told you about PDA's with... oh dear lord!”


AtZ- Yawn

Fiction TWH- Chapter Fourteen


Title: The Waking Hours
Author: Restive Nature
Disclaimer: All characters within this fiction are the property of Cameron/ Eglee. I just like to play with them.
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: M/A
Summary: Dreams don’t often come true for Manticore-bred soldiers. So when the chance comes along for Alec, he’s not quite sure how to take it.
Spoilers/ Time line: Sequel to Dream Within.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Distribution: Ask first, please.

Chapter Fourteen
Solitary Soul


So what were you and Mole chattin' about?” Max asked of him as they made their way to the check-in point that Dix had claimed as the arrival point of their newest comers.

Uh, this and that,” Alec hedged, wondering how Max would take it now, to being the topic of discussion. He kept an eye on her peripherally, and she didn't seem at all perturbed that they had been talking about her behind her back. “Just recent developments.”

And you got things figured out?” she asked, a smile tugging at her lips. Alec had the sense that she knew exactly what had been going on with them and that there were no worries or bad feelings on her part.

We did,” he sighed, rubbing one hand over the nape of his neck. “As far as we ever do, I guess.”

All right,” she shrugged one shoulder and picked up her pace a little. “As long as it's not gonna cause a problem down the road.”

Alec had the sensation that she had been giving him an opportunity, but he wasn't sure what it was for. The obvious, that he tell her what he and Mole had said about her, didn't seem quite right. Because he knew, without a single doubt, that if Max wanted to know, pre-accident, and even post accident, what was going on, she would just ask. Or demand. It wasn't the reason, it was the method that had seemed to change. But when she wanted something, she still went ahead and went after it. A lot like he, for the most part.

He quieted and strengthened his stride to match her no nonsense walk, tying to decipher if she was pissed. She certainly didn't look it. There was the usual determination, tempered by something else he didn't quite recognize and hadn't been able to figure out yet. It bothered him, because he had gotten to a point where he thought he knew every single mood that Max had. And all the nuances that went with them. But here she was, still throwing him for a loop. She'd probably think that was hilarious. Knowing how much time a day Alec was having to devote to trying to figure her out now. Any female probably would think it hilarious.

When they finally arrived at the small group of newcomers, just three this time, he heard Max's sharp inhale and then long sigh. He glanced down at her, recalling the last group that she had helped bring in.

Recognize any of them?” he asked, half teasingly so that she wouldn't take offense at thinking that she was hiding things from him, though of course she was.

Not a one,” she replied sadly and before he could ask her for further information, she had straightened her shoulders and was striding forward. He followed after, scanning the area, though he knew that any possible threats would have been dealt with and eliminated. But still... this was Max. His brow furrowed as he tried to decipher what was affecting her sudden down swing, though slight, in her mood.

Hey Luke,” Max greeted inmoderate tones, looking for the rest of the world, happy and carefree. But Alec could see the tension, just around the tightness of her eyes and rigidity in her back. “I see you beat us down here.”

Hey,” Luke grinned as he turned away a little from the three, two males and one female to tilt the clipboard towards Max. “Just got done taking the vitals.”

Max glanced over the information that Like had obviously jotted down. “Good deal,” she nodded. “Mmm,” she glanced up at the girl. “You'd be 412?”

Yes ma'am,” the girl snapped off quietly, but kept herself from saluting, which made Max smile.

And have you chosen a name?” Max asked gently. The girl hesitated and Alec started to wonder again, as he had last time, what was going on with their leader. She had barely paid the two males any attention, which a part of him was quite relieved about. But they were certainly eying her with interest. Without comment, he moved in a little closer, using the excuse of looking over Max's shoulder at the clipboard that Luke still held between them. After that unnecessary perusal, he glanced up at the two new X-5's, neither of which he recognized either. He had a suspicion that they were from the Seattle encampment, but he, being one of the escapee's twins, would have had limited contact with them. General grunts, not on active solo missions. Apparently they hadn't yet made the cut to assassinations, like he had.

Uh, not as yet ma'am?” the girl returned, hesitantly and Max just waved that away.

Let us know when you do,” she informed her and then seemed to recall the others and glanced up at them. Alec could see their sudden renewed posturing before Max, and while she didn't seem interested, Alec knew that it wouldn't matter in the lomg run. Some guys got off on a girl, any girl, appearing to play hard to get. Lord knew he...

Instead of throwing out his usual quip about Max and naming things, he kept his silence. He didn't want these males to think that they would have any claim to Max at all, even if it were as simple as suggesting names to use, beyond her being the leader of the little city they wanted refuge in.

Okay,” Max nodded back to Luke. “You seem to have a handle on this,” she announced and it was a silent approval and indication to the transhuman to continue. She shifted back and while Alec would usually mimic her position, he didn't move, allowing her to brush back against his shoulder. To his utter surprise, that he tried and made sure not to show on his face, she didn't shove him away or move aside, just continued to hold her position.

Luke, ignorant or at least not commenting on these little things, continued to gather their information, turning from one to the next to discover, already having their designations and names chosen, now what unit mates, company numbers and specialties they could add to the list. He heard and felt Max's wince when 412 revealed that she had mission status under her belt and had in fact been separated from her unit at the time of Manticore's burning because she was on her first solo mission.

So you'd be Remy,” Max murmured and the girl looked surprised.

Yes ma'am,” she offered, her eyes puzzled until comprehension dawned and she smiled. “They're here then?”

They are,” Max confirmed. “Came in a few days ago.”

So, they told you...” the girl tried to contain her grin and Max chuckled, though it sounded forced to Alec's ears.

Yeah,” Max nodded. “And if you want to change, now's the time to do it.”

Oh, well, I like my name,” Remy announced, seeming relieved. “It's from a comic.” She shrugged a little, seeming sheepish. “I like to blow things up.”

You'll get along great with our munitions experts then,” Alec smiled at the girl and felt Max shiver. He knew, just knew with every fiber of his being that something was pricking at that over active mind of hers.

All right,” Luke ran his finger over the information he'd gotten. “This is all good. Should we head over to HQ then?” That was standard procedure, but he still looked to Max, who after Alec poked her gently in the back, blinked heavily and then gave him a short nod when she came back to herself.

On the walk over, Alec was quite surprised and very suspicious when Max continually chatted with Remy, totally ignoring everyone else. They chatted about what Remy had been up to before coming here, which was of course lying low and looking for word of her unit mates. She had tried to exhaust all avenues of reconnoitering with them on the outside and this was her last resort, since she had heard rumors about who was in charge. Remy seemed to have realized that she had made a faux pas about that, but Max just waved it away. She just quipped that you had to get to know her before you hated her, making the whole group chuckle. Alec stayed silent and it took them until they were almost to head quarters before he realized what might be bothering her.

They had just that morning with Mole, been discussing sending X-6's, of which Remy was one, out on the recon missions. Max had been adamantly against it and had finally given in to allowing the 6's that had mission status to participate. Max had probably thought that she had more.. control or something over this, but then, up popped a young soldier and a female to boot, though it wouldn't have mattered to Manticore. But a young girl that would be included in a mission or more that Max seemed sure were destined to end badly. And there wasn't anything that Alec could do to deny that. He was honest enough to know that Max was right about that. Something that he had tried to get her to be up front with and deal with in the first few weeks of their self imposed incarceration. And though she was being quiet about it, she wasn't dealing with it any better than she had before, wrestling this question with her own conscious as she was.

Once they had entered HQ, Alec idly checking first to make sure that they hadn't pulled out the hover drone again between this morning and now. They hadn't, which made sense because the call about the newcomers had gone through HQ of course. They knew what they were doing, especially when new unknowns were being thrown into the mix. He stayed right by Max's side as Luke was joined by Dix for the further debriefment. And even though they weren't touching, just standing side by side, sort of leaning back on one of the desks, Alec could feel the tension radiating off of Max's body.

When it finally came time to assign quarters, Alec volunteered to take Remy to where her unit mates were quartered. Max looked as if she were about to protest. Alec turned to her to whisper, “Max, it's been a long morning. You can talk to her again later. Why don't you take a small break and we can chat when I get back.”

It wasn't a question and he braced himself for her disapproval. But to his surprise and pleasure, she smiled up at him. “I'll take your advice, but I can't guarantee anything.” She then turned back and with an impish grin at the two males, who had chosen Dirk and James as some names to try out, said very clearly, “this is why Alec is the perfect 2IC for me.” She turned back to him and Alec forced himself to focus on her face, disregarding the dark look on James' face. “I'll be up in my office when you get back.”

I'll bring lunch,” he agreed, referring to their usual routine.

She nodded and with a murmured, “welcome to utopia”, to the trio, moved gracefully away from the group and to the stairwell.

Feeling immensely buoyed, Alec clapped his hands together. “So who's ready to see the new home sweet?”

*****

It didn't take Alec long to deliver Remy to her overjoyed unit mates. It did take longer than he had anticipated in extracting himself from their joyous reunion. They all wanted to talk and tell Remy about their own entry into the city and give their impressions. Surprisingly, Max's knowledge of their names and desingations didn't register as that out of the ordinary to the youngsters. Alec realized that it was simply, to the slightly more moldable youth, that it had been a continuation of what Manticore had impressed upon them. Manticore command had always been a step or more ahead of their soldiers and knew more than you thought they did. Max, in some circles, with rumors running rampant about her capture and consequent second escape from their clutches, was reaching some pretty high plateaus of amazingness in some of the transgenics eyes.

But every time Alec was about ready to head off, the youngsters would ask for his opinion. At last, Alec cited his need to get back to headquarters, since he had work. He could see their eyes lighting up at the thought of something to do and held up his hands peaceably. A simple enough matter of letting them know that their names were being considered on the rosters in several areas and to check in with HQ each morning after eight. Once they were assigned to a unit or area or someone took control of handling them during the day, they'd know.

He didn't bother to tell them that the process of gaining these responsibilities could be long, due to the standardized routine they ran through for vetting their newcomers. And Remy's was just about to start.

The walk back to TC was marred only by the sudden but expected rain storm. Alec, knowing that he was going to get soaked whether he ran or walked, that heavy and fat were the rain drops, decided to make a pit stop at his apartment.

It had been some time since he had replaced his bundle of clothes that he kept at headquarters for cases just like this. It was a sure bet in Seattle that you were going to see this weather often. Once home, he packed up some warm, serviceable clothes, resisting the urge to change right then and there, since he had to go back out and would just get wet all over again and clothing was one of the things he lacked a variety and multitude of. Once the bag was as waterproof as he could make it, Alec donned the pack and headed back out. It was getting close to lunch time and he remembered his promise to bring something back for Max.

Frowning slightly, he decided that he'd check in with her, check on what was available, retrieve lunch and then once he had returned, get out of his wet clothes. Or better yet, he could just go to head quarters, figure out what was available and send someone else to get it. Alec grinned as he hurried along now. One of the great perks about being second in command. Got to order the minions around. Sure, some of his requests, like the one he'd just been thinking about got him back talk and snide comments, but it got done. They were soldiers, they were trained, the did think independently well, but they all also knew that if Alec asked, it was because there was something else going on he needed to deal with. So he amended his thoughts. He would ask, not order.

That apparently seemed to be something of a theme this day.

He arrived at headquarters just as thunder boomed in the area and a flash of lightning crackled down. He didn't bother to wonder about pinpointing the area. He was inside and wasn't planning on leaving again for a while. The short transverse of hallways to the office was rapidly accomplished. He would have headed straight up to the upper levels, but when he simply waved in the other occupants direction and made for the stairs, he noted that Joshua was quick to separate from the group and hurry over to him. He paused, one foot at the bottom step and turned his face expectantly.

Might not want to disturb Max now,” Joshua instructed him gently, glancing up at the closed office door. Alec followed his eye line and shrugged, before patting the big guy on the chest .

Wasn't planning on disturbing her,” he offered. “She knows I was stopping in when I got back.”

That said, he began to climb up the stairs. But the tone of Joshua's next words as well as the words themselves caught him off guard.

Alec,” the warning there was soft, implicit and to Alec's attuned ears, sorrowful. “She's talking to Logan.”

It felt as if the stairs had just given way. And his internal organs did that strange free fall, not straight down, but rolling and tumbling and heaving as they went. His teeth gnashed together and he could feel the vein in his temple throbbing suddenly.

Any specific reason why?” he asked through his clenched jaw, trying not to allow the sudden wealth of confusing emotions that those two, when involving him in some weird uneven triangle caused, to show through. He was quite sure that Joshua, nor anyone else in the building and within hearing or sight, was fooled.

Didn't say,” Joshua sighed. “Just that it was a private call.”

All right,” Alec nodded once and then continued his ascent. “Gonna go get changed out of these wet clothes.” The words were unnecessary, but Alec used them anyway. To give himself time to cover, to be left alone, to center himself once more.

As he ducked into his office down from Max's, he berated himself harshly. He should have seen this coming, he decided. A leopard didn't change it's spots. It just found new cover for camouflage so that you couldn't see it pounce on you until it was too late. And that was how he felt. Like something was chewing up his insides.

There was a tiny voice in part of his mind that was telling him that he didn't have the whole story. That Max might have had a very good, very legitimate reason for calling the wannabe computer “expert”. Of course, everything that Logan claimed that made him an asset to Max? Yeah, they had all that in Terminal City and more specifically in head quarters, and in spades.

Except for one thing.

There was apparently no one there, in the entire city, that manipulated Max the way he did. For as much as she did for that jack-off who had forced his way and his philosophy onto Max, disrupting her life to the extreme that it had. Endangering her life. That was the kind of crap they didn't pull. But Logan...

Alec nearly tore the short from his body after he had sloughed his shoes and socks. Tossing it to the corner of the room, he leaned over his pack to remove the dry clothing. But even as his hands gripped at the edges of the bag, Alec experienced the strangest spinning of his head. He'd not felt this before, his mind whirling until he was able to liken it to the descriptions of vertigo that he'd read about. He righted himself immediately, but the effect didn't go away.

He sank down to a crouch, taking long minutes before he could admit the truth. It wasn't any physical ailment causing this reaction. It was purely emotional, as a fear prompted response to a situation that was dizzying and out of his control. He had to own up to what was really going on with him.

It had been there all along and he had been able to accept it on it's surface.

He was jealous. And it wasn't just a surface realization. He had long ago accepted his feelings for Max, complicated and intense and for a time, to be hidden behind a facade of being all right, all the time. He had even almost fooled himself for a while. But he didn't like being the fool. Things had come to a head when she had lied to Logan about she and Alec being together. There were few things that Alec had, himself, his mind, his morals and his code of behavior were prevalent among them. And Alec had found honor in those. He hadn't been lying when he told her that doing what she had suggested, that lie had been wrong, for him.

And not because he wanted it to be truth. But because he wanted it to be the truth, done the right way. And using him to push Logan away hadn't been right. When Max had had her accident and then in the time after, had severed contact with Logan and turned her focus to them, meaning the transgenics and to him... She had asked him what his dream was. And she had known the truth.

And hope and yearning had bloomed in his heart. It ran like a weed unchecked, a virus through his system. Cropping up in the most unexpected places. And while he could try and trim it down, beat it back, he had been unable to cut out the heart of it. He had wanted to let it go, let it run wild and see where this led him, them. But for one tiny thing. He had sensed, he had known, that somehow, Max herself wasn't quite ready. She needed time. She needed to be able to put all the past behind herself. And not just be ready to move forward, but to embrace doing so.

And all this time, there had been the secret hope that this was precisely what she was doing. The laughing and the flirting, changing her routine and how she looked at herself and others. Alec had been guarded against it, but it ran through his very spirit that she was getting there. It scared him, feeling that intently but having to lock it away.

And now as he had finally started to give in to the emotions, she had pulled this one eighty and was right back to what she had done before. Things got tough and she turned to Logan. She put a halt to things between them and in just a matter of time was back on the line with him. Did she never learn?

Apparently not.

Alec wanted to rage, to hurt and be hurt in a more visceral manner. If he could achieve that, then perhaps this hurt inside would lessen. Could find some distraction from it. But he knew that all the physical beat down in the word would not compare. Taking several deep, long breaths, Alec resolutely made some decisions that while maybe not for the best of the world, was what he needed right now.

It was time to not just lock it away. It was time to purge Max from his system. He ignored the voice in his mind that pointed out that he was being awfully quick to condemn her. Her actions alone didn't prove all that much. But Alec was too reminiscent of exactly how this break down went. And he was not going on the ride this time.

Certainly, he decided as he quickly finished changing as he had duties that he needed to attend to, that he would keep up with those duties. He had come to care for Terminal City and it's latest inhabitants on his own, with no external prompting necessary. And he was able to take those responsibilities seriously. It was to them and himself that he would dedicate his work. Out of necessity, they needed a leader and since they were following Max, then he would find a way to work with her. But this entire job would become just that, a job. No more private meetings that weren't one hundred and twenty percent necessary to be that way. No more seclusion for breaks and meals. Everything would be conducted in a clear and above board manner. He would search the rosters and find a suitable bodyguard for their leader and if she wouldn't listen to reason about that, he knew he could appeal to Joshua for help. And Mole as well, he was sure.

The list making in his head went on and on until he had finished the majority of assignments that had been weighing his desk down. He never realized that people out on the main floor were just as worried and as upset about what this sudden shift in the atmosphere prophesied for them. They could all feel it, in the air, in themselves, that things had changed. Like animals scenting the air before a big storm was unleashed, they were all wary and tense, reacting to the smallest of changes with watchful eyes.

The real storm raging outside of the buildings had nothing on the one inside.



Chapter Fifteen