Not Alone
By Sibyl411
Rated: PG-13, for now, M or rather R later.
Genre: Action, Mystery, Romance
Pairing: Max and Alec, eventually.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Dark Angel World; that belongs to James Cameron, Charles Eglee, Fox, Max Allan Collins, and D.A. Stern.
A/N: I wanted to write a story about what would happen after the show and the books by Max Allan Collins, so this is set loosely following the books. Also this story was inspired by a comment Max made in "411 on the DL". She said to Logan "I just wanted somebody that was like me. Someone I can connect with." He replies "Basic human impulse-- not wanting to be alone." I have always wondered why Max never realized Alec was that person who answered her wishes. Because of that and the way second season showed changes in Max's personality and her rocky relationship with Logan I knew that eventually Max and Alec would get together (especially with his morphing personality during season two). I also wanted it believable that Max and Alec could get together and stay together. So here goes my story to answer all this, hope you enjoy.
Prologue
Seattle 2027—six years after the Jampony Siege and the lockdown of Terminal City.
Max reflecting on top of the Space Needle:
Terminal City was prosperous. It had been for several years. The transgenic in Seattle were largely accepted by the majority of the residents of the city. As soon as people realized that the transgenic wanted to lead lives much as they did a lot of confusion and fear dissipated. That didn't mean that the transgenic didn't have lots of progress to make to be accepted in the world. The majority of transgenics had migrated to Seattle where there they could at least feel some semblance of normality. In Terminal City they flourished.
They had restored that section of city with loving care…it was a waste land, but it was their waste land. It wasn't perfect, but then neither was the rest of the America. Everyone was still floundering under the effects of the Pulse. But Terminal City had an air of hope. The buildings had been converted into apartments. There was a school. A park. Restaurants. Art Galleries where the residents of T.C. displayed there wears. The art world had accepted their creativity with open arms. Transgenics in Seattle were in hot demand as computer programmers and security guards. All their pervious training was being put to good use in the real world.
Those who didn't have a human appearance like Joshua and Dix, Mole, Luke; they worked just as well from inside the walls of Terminal City. Joshua grew famous for his art. Dix and Luke became successful architects. It was easy to fax plans via the internet. They never had to leave Terminal City if they didn't wish too. All in all things were looking up.
Alec McDowell or X5-494 had been mayor of Terminal City for last four years and the city had thrived under his careful watch. And me? Well I worked along beside him. I mostly concerned myself with the law. I worked on anything that related to Transgenic legislation. Who would have thought it? Me. Max Guevara. Former gangster, thief, renegade Eyes Only helper, fugitive from the government. Me working with the big bad government that created me and then tried to sweep me and the others like me under the rug like garbage. I guess stranger things have happened. Basically I just want to keep my people free. And if that means working with the government than so be it. Max Guevara—just call me the congressional transgenic guard dog.