The Great Escape
Prologue
A Dark Angel/ NCIS Crossover
If I had only been stronger, thought about it more. It's my fault I'm stuck with this virus thing to begin with. And, it's been six years since I've even been in the same room with Logan. Sure, we talk on webcam or over the phone, every night no matter what we are doing, or where we are. Sure, I'm engaged to the man but, I can't touch him. I can't kiss him. I can't do anything but, talk with him. She said she'd help me and she said she'd get this of this damn thing, to help me, help us beat this damn virus and, I'm beginning to wonder if she can. My mind wonders all the time but, I know she tries, I know she is trying to help me, I mean Logan is her brother. It just seems that sometimes things don't always happen just the way that you want them to. That's what started this whole damn revolution with the transgenics. I let them out, and now White and his men are killing them all one by one until one day there won't be any of us left. That's why she staged the damn thing to begin with. She got me, Cindy, Alec, Logan, and Sketchy out of harms way. She made everyone believe that everything and everyone in Terminal City was toast, was dead. It's been six years, ten weeks, four days, twenty hours, seven minutes and four seconds since I last held Logan's hand, and he had gloves on. I just hope she comes through for us so I can begin my life and we can be together instead of dancing around each other like we did for a year.