The Graveyard
Note: Response to Raising Hellions October prompt to Halloweenie: Graveyard. The drabble prompt. Since they define a drabble as being between one and two hundred words…it's slightly longer, but still fits the requirements. I haven't written any dark angel in a long time and so I'm still getting back into the swing of it, I hope you enjoy the short fic.
Disclaimer: Dark Angel and its story, characters, etc., do not belong to me. This is only for entertainment purposes.
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The world was falling apart all around them, but that wasn't really anything new.
If they'd grown up on the outside maybe she'd remember a better time, but she hadn't, and she didn't, so it was all irrelevant.
Everything was always falling apart, but they dealt with it pretty well, they were made to deal with anything. Except for grief of course. They weren't supposed to even understand it, but in yet another brilliant Manticore flaw (or maybe it was all that time on the outside) they did.
Seattle was nothing but one big graveyard in her opinion, but whatever…ground zero, it was just what you got.
It wasn't right to leave him there.
"What do you want to do, Alec? Bust in there and take back their prize? They'll kill you."
"Don't talk about him like that, Max. He doesn't deserve that."
Max apologized, she hadn't intended to sound so harsh. But this was her job; to keep them all alive. She let them out, Biggs included. So, this was on her.
She'd be dammed if Alec's death would be on her conscience too.
"We can't leave him."
"At nightfall." She replied she owed him that at least.