DISCLAIMER: Dark Angel does not belong to me although I wish it did. It
belongs to Fox and Cameron and those other people up there.
AN: Please review. This is one chapter which took me absolutely ages to write. Helpful criticism or whatever it's called always helpful.
The slick pavement glistened under the moonlit sky, the absence of stars forgotten as Max walked along the familiar path to the space needle. Bathed in moonlight she looked every bit the huntress she was. Her raven hair flew behind her as a cold breeze blew her way. Lost deep in her mind, Max barely felt the chill of the autumn wind. Her only thought was to get to the space needle. To her sanctuary. But she didn't get very far; the familiar beeping of her pager stopped her mid stride. Cursing herself for not leaving it at the apartment, she looked down to read the message. 'Logan. Where are you?????' Sighing Max changed her direction and headed home, deciding that she'd visit the needle another time.
Max entered the apartment as quietly as her cat like grace allowed her. She had taken the long way home, letting her mind wander over the last five years as she walked through the dark streets of Seattle. Memories both good and bad swam before her eyes, one mingling into another and then another. Until it became difficult to make out where one started and where one ended.
Shaking her head to clear the images which clouded her mind, Max started walking silently away from the entrance, heading towards the bedroom. The door was ajar as if in wait for her return, silently beckoning her forward. But instead of walking straight through, she stood in the doorway, leaning against the side, while staring at the sleeping form in front of her. He was lying on his side facing away from the window, which was letting in rays of light through the cracks in the blinds. The silvery beams gave a wispy effect through the whole room, almost like a mist. The darkness sculpted his face, taking nothing of the pain and worry which marred his strong features. Even in sleep he wasn't content, the constant worry he felt for her overcame his need in getting any real rest. Tears which threatened to fall were wiped away quickly as she stood in the shadows watching. After a few minutes she shook her head once again, and then moved towards the bed on which Logan slumbered. Max silently kicked off the shoes she wore and slipped under the covers beside him, not bothering to change her clothes. Max leaned against the back of his neck, letting his warmth seep through her and waited for sleep to claim her.
***
Max stood under the large doorway, its huge wooden frame towering above her, while its hand carved doors flung open at both sides of her. Tightening her hold on the white bouquet, she patiently waited for the music to begin. A thin white veil hung from the diamond tiara on her head obscuring her perfect vision. The silk gown she wore was elegantly simple, yet enhanced her physical beauty, following every curve of her lithe form. Butterflies danced in her stomach as her nerves got the better of her. Max cursed herself inwardly for ever allowing herself to be subjected to this, why couldn't she have had a small wedding? Because she wanted a fairy tale ending like she always dreamed. Gripping the bouquet tighter, Max waited for her cue as the music began.
It felt like an eternity as Max walked along the path of rose petals which filled the aisle, leading the way towards the altar. Compliments and murmurs of agreement could be heard from the guests on both sides of her. Max couldn't help but smile nervously. When she finally reached the altar, he was facing away from her, his strong back and broad shoulders looking near perfect in the black tux.
Max's breath caught in her chest as he turned to face her, the nervous butterflies seemed to have flown to her throat. But instead of the excitement she expected to feel at the sight of his face, she felt an odd sense of disappointment. Her smile wavered as she gazed in to his deep blue eyes, before falling altogether. His smile didn't melt her at the sight; even his good natured ploy at her being finally here didn't bring a smile. All her nervous jitters were replaced with dread and regret. Max couldn't believe it, she finally had what she'd been waiting for but it didn't mean anything to her. The fairy tale wedding with her prince charming didn't do anything, except fill her with the knowledge that she wasn't normal, that she was different. As the priest started the ceremony, Max could barely keep her control. The urge to run, to escape and evade was almost over powering but her feet wouldn't listen, they were cemented to the floor. A lump formed in her throat, her eyes filled with tears as she realised that it was too late. She had lost her chance, she had lost him.
Max turned her head and faced the priest, her eyes wandering unconsciously to the fire exit at the far left of him.
"Dearly beloved we are gathered here on this auspicious occasion to mark the joining of two souls, who after trials of there love have managed to defeat all which stood on there way. Do you Logan Cale take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do" he smiled nervously, his hand reaching out to hers and squeezed it slightly.
"And do you, Max Guevera take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I. I." Max stammered, barely being able to let out a few words. She laughed nervously, belying her fear, and tried again, "let's finish this bitch. I do"
Logan laughed in relief beside her and squeezed her hand lightly again. As comforting as this action was, Max realised the severity of her answer, how could she do this? To this wonderful man who loved her. How could she lie to him and say that she loved him? It was wrong and unfair to him, to her, to his love, to her love. She lived this lie too long, she had to go, get out of this fantasy.
"If anyone has any objections to this blessed union may you speak now or forever hold your peace?"
The lump in her throat grew, as Max tried to think of a way to speak, to object. But she couldn't, her mouth wouldn't let her. Her eyes began to fill with hot tears at the futility of the situation. Her dry throat constricted as she swallowed. She was just about to try again when a blinding flash of light caught her eye. It was coming from the fire exit on the far left of the priest.
Max whipped her head towards the door, so fast that her white veil fell unceremoniously in a heap beside her feet. Not bothering to pick it up, Max began to walk towards the door, towards the light. She didn't even think about what she was doing, her body moved as if on instinct. She had to get closer, she had to go faster. Her feet sped up and she was running, her train flowing behind her like a snake.
The door opened slowly before Max even got half way. Inside stood a silhouette of a man, with light seeping in around him, he looked every bit an angel in disguise. Her angel. Max's heart raced in her chest, she watched with fascination as the man took a step out from the doorway. She was standing completely still, Logan and the wedding forgotten somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, somewhere so far she couldn't even see them if she turned around.
Darkness surrounded her like a blanket, chilling her to the bone, only the light kept her warm. Max knew who it was even before he stepped towards her. His scent filled her nose, evoking feelings she never knew she could possess. She smiled at him. He was standing there with his hands in his jean pockets, looking as calm and collected as ever. His face fell into a playful smirk, as he watched her move gracefully towards him. Max was laughing she was both nervous and relieved with Alec's arrival. Did this mean that she still had a chance? That she could tell him the truth? Did he even love her or was this just a game to him? Was he really the love of her life? Was she making a mistake?
Max never got to answer these questions as fear gripped her chest. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She tried to run towards Alec but she didn't seem to go anywhere. Max could feel her feet moving but he was moving out of reach. Max threw the bouquet she was holding, the once beautiful ruby red roses had blackened and died in her hands. Looking down at her hands, she realised that the thorns had cut her hands, droplets of crimson fell to the ground, rippling upon impact, but she didn't feel the pain. Max tried even harder pushing herself to the limit until it felt like time had stood still.
The darkness which had surrounded her started to seep through to the light like smog, consuming everything in its path but somehow the light deflected it, pushing it away, pushing her away. Max tried to speak, to move her lips but the words died in her mouth. A scream followed as she realised that Alec wasn't alone. Something was with him, someone dangerous. Before she could even warn Alec of the danger, he looked up at her in surprise, fear marring his beautiful features. A stain of blood grew on his shirt, on his heart. Max tried to reach out to him but she only felt the darkness around her. Alec stumbled forward, his legs giving out from under him as he fell forward. A pool of crimson grew under him where he lay motionless.
Max screamed again, hot scalding tears fell torturously down her cheek, she tried to run towards him but again it was hopeless. Her heart hammered in her chest, she felt like she was going to explode with the pain of losing him. Then she saw him, his large, menacing figure towering above the fallen transgenic. A look of utter contempt filled his hard features as he looked down at her. His ugly face creased into what could only be seen as a smile by his kind.
White.
The one person she hated more than Lydecker. The one person she'd love to kill with her bare hands if she could. His menacing laugh caused her to shudder. The pain of losing Alec was still raw in her mind, tears she tried so hard to hold back flowed freely. Sobbing so hard, her whole body shuddered with them. Losing all hope, Max fell on to her knees. Her head bowed, she waited for her fate, death was far better than this. The darkness surrounded her again, this time there was no light to hold it back and Max was lost in its abyss.
* * * Max's eyes flew open in fear. The same dream. No matter how hard she tried to forget, it wouldn't let her. Her eyes squinted as she looked around the room. It was still dark. She had only slept for a couple of hours and yet it felt like a whole lifetime. Groggily she moved from the bed, trying not to disturb Logan as he slept peacefully beside her. Max wouldn't be able to sleep now, so she walked out of the bedroom towards her favourite part in the apartment, the window which over looked the rest of Seattle. She could even see the Space Needle from this spot. Hugging her knees closer to herself, Max watched the droplets of rain which trickled down the window pane, before pooling at the bottom. Lost in thought, Max barely felt the slight tremor from beneath her, only the sounds of the glass vibrating on the table alerted her to it. Getting up slowly, she moved towards the main bedroom.
A scream and a crash from one of the guest rooms stopped her mid stride. She distinctly heard a muffled voice speaking and then an apology. The tremor which had swept through the room had stopped now, only the voices coming from the room showed that anything was different. Max walked through to the room and opened the door as quietly as she could. What she saw froze her on the spot.
"Oh come on Maxie, it's not like I saw you, I didn't exactly say to myself, hey lets fall on Max because she's so comfy"
"I wouldn't put it past you" the female voice muttered.
"Now Maxie that hurts, how could you think that?"
"Shut up. Okay just shut up. We don't even know where the fuck we are and you're still rabbiting on"
"Tsk tsk Maxie. Mind your language, now what would Logan think if he heard you use language like that? Hmm"
"Alec I'm warning you. I don't want to hear another word about Logan"
"Kay. Chill. I was just sayin' . Fine jeez."
"I can't believe we don't know where we are"
"Au contraire, my dear little Maxie. You don't know where we are. I on the other know exactly where we are"
"Oh really? Then please, educate"
"Oh come on Max. You telling me that none of this room looks familiar?"
"What the hell are you on about Alec? Have you completely lost it? If I knew, would I be...Oh god we're at Logan's!"
"Yup. Now how bout we ask him what the hell just. Uh Max"
"What now?"
The two intruders stared at the figure in the doorway. She was standing there, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion.
AN: I've finally finished so yay.
Please R+R
AN: Please review. This is one chapter which took me absolutely ages to write. Helpful criticism or whatever it's called always helpful.
The slick pavement glistened under the moonlit sky, the absence of stars forgotten as Max walked along the familiar path to the space needle. Bathed in moonlight she looked every bit the huntress she was. Her raven hair flew behind her as a cold breeze blew her way. Lost deep in her mind, Max barely felt the chill of the autumn wind. Her only thought was to get to the space needle. To her sanctuary. But she didn't get very far; the familiar beeping of her pager stopped her mid stride. Cursing herself for not leaving it at the apartment, she looked down to read the message. 'Logan. Where are you?????' Sighing Max changed her direction and headed home, deciding that she'd visit the needle another time.
Max entered the apartment as quietly as her cat like grace allowed her. She had taken the long way home, letting her mind wander over the last five years as she walked through the dark streets of Seattle. Memories both good and bad swam before her eyes, one mingling into another and then another. Until it became difficult to make out where one started and where one ended.
Shaking her head to clear the images which clouded her mind, Max started walking silently away from the entrance, heading towards the bedroom. The door was ajar as if in wait for her return, silently beckoning her forward. But instead of walking straight through, she stood in the doorway, leaning against the side, while staring at the sleeping form in front of her. He was lying on his side facing away from the window, which was letting in rays of light through the cracks in the blinds. The silvery beams gave a wispy effect through the whole room, almost like a mist. The darkness sculpted his face, taking nothing of the pain and worry which marred his strong features. Even in sleep he wasn't content, the constant worry he felt for her overcame his need in getting any real rest. Tears which threatened to fall were wiped away quickly as she stood in the shadows watching. After a few minutes she shook her head once again, and then moved towards the bed on which Logan slumbered. Max silently kicked off the shoes she wore and slipped under the covers beside him, not bothering to change her clothes. Max leaned against the back of his neck, letting his warmth seep through her and waited for sleep to claim her.
***
Max stood under the large doorway, its huge wooden frame towering above her, while its hand carved doors flung open at both sides of her. Tightening her hold on the white bouquet, she patiently waited for the music to begin. A thin white veil hung from the diamond tiara on her head obscuring her perfect vision. The silk gown she wore was elegantly simple, yet enhanced her physical beauty, following every curve of her lithe form. Butterflies danced in her stomach as her nerves got the better of her. Max cursed herself inwardly for ever allowing herself to be subjected to this, why couldn't she have had a small wedding? Because she wanted a fairy tale ending like she always dreamed. Gripping the bouquet tighter, Max waited for her cue as the music began.
It felt like an eternity as Max walked along the path of rose petals which filled the aisle, leading the way towards the altar. Compliments and murmurs of agreement could be heard from the guests on both sides of her. Max couldn't help but smile nervously. When she finally reached the altar, he was facing away from her, his strong back and broad shoulders looking near perfect in the black tux.
Max's breath caught in her chest as he turned to face her, the nervous butterflies seemed to have flown to her throat. But instead of the excitement she expected to feel at the sight of his face, she felt an odd sense of disappointment. Her smile wavered as she gazed in to his deep blue eyes, before falling altogether. His smile didn't melt her at the sight; even his good natured ploy at her being finally here didn't bring a smile. All her nervous jitters were replaced with dread and regret. Max couldn't believe it, she finally had what she'd been waiting for but it didn't mean anything to her. The fairy tale wedding with her prince charming didn't do anything, except fill her with the knowledge that she wasn't normal, that she was different. As the priest started the ceremony, Max could barely keep her control. The urge to run, to escape and evade was almost over powering but her feet wouldn't listen, they were cemented to the floor. A lump formed in her throat, her eyes filled with tears as she realised that it was too late. She had lost her chance, she had lost him.
Max turned her head and faced the priest, her eyes wandering unconsciously to the fire exit at the far left of him.
"Dearly beloved we are gathered here on this auspicious occasion to mark the joining of two souls, who after trials of there love have managed to defeat all which stood on there way. Do you Logan Cale take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do" he smiled nervously, his hand reaching out to hers and squeezed it slightly.
"And do you, Max Guevera take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I. I." Max stammered, barely being able to let out a few words. She laughed nervously, belying her fear, and tried again, "let's finish this bitch. I do"
Logan laughed in relief beside her and squeezed her hand lightly again. As comforting as this action was, Max realised the severity of her answer, how could she do this? To this wonderful man who loved her. How could she lie to him and say that she loved him? It was wrong and unfair to him, to her, to his love, to her love. She lived this lie too long, she had to go, get out of this fantasy.
"If anyone has any objections to this blessed union may you speak now or forever hold your peace?"
The lump in her throat grew, as Max tried to think of a way to speak, to object. But she couldn't, her mouth wouldn't let her. Her eyes began to fill with hot tears at the futility of the situation. Her dry throat constricted as she swallowed. She was just about to try again when a blinding flash of light caught her eye. It was coming from the fire exit on the far left of the priest.
Max whipped her head towards the door, so fast that her white veil fell unceremoniously in a heap beside her feet. Not bothering to pick it up, Max began to walk towards the door, towards the light. She didn't even think about what she was doing, her body moved as if on instinct. She had to get closer, she had to go faster. Her feet sped up and she was running, her train flowing behind her like a snake.
The door opened slowly before Max even got half way. Inside stood a silhouette of a man, with light seeping in around him, he looked every bit an angel in disguise. Her angel. Max's heart raced in her chest, she watched with fascination as the man took a step out from the doorway. She was standing completely still, Logan and the wedding forgotten somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, somewhere so far she couldn't even see them if she turned around.
Darkness surrounded her like a blanket, chilling her to the bone, only the light kept her warm. Max knew who it was even before he stepped towards her. His scent filled her nose, evoking feelings she never knew she could possess. She smiled at him. He was standing there with his hands in his jean pockets, looking as calm and collected as ever. His face fell into a playful smirk, as he watched her move gracefully towards him. Max was laughing she was both nervous and relieved with Alec's arrival. Did this mean that she still had a chance? That she could tell him the truth? Did he even love her or was this just a game to him? Was he really the love of her life? Was she making a mistake?
Max never got to answer these questions as fear gripped her chest. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She tried to run towards Alec but she didn't seem to go anywhere. Max could feel her feet moving but he was moving out of reach. Max threw the bouquet she was holding, the once beautiful ruby red roses had blackened and died in her hands. Looking down at her hands, she realised that the thorns had cut her hands, droplets of crimson fell to the ground, rippling upon impact, but she didn't feel the pain. Max tried even harder pushing herself to the limit until it felt like time had stood still.
The darkness which had surrounded her started to seep through to the light like smog, consuming everything in its path but somehow the light deflected it, pushing it away, pushing her away. Max tried to speak, to move her lips but the words died in her mouth. A scream followed as she realised that Alec wasn't alone. Something was with him, someone dangerous. Before she could even warn Alec of the danger, he looked up at her in surprise, fear marring his beautiful features. A stain of blood grew on his shirt, on his heart. Max tried to reach out to him but she only felt the darkness around her. Alec stumbled forward, his legs giving out from under him as he fell forward. A pool of crimson grew under him where he lay motionless.
Max screamed again, hot scalding tears fell torturously down her cheek, she tried to run towards him but again it was hopeless. Her heart hammered in her chest, she felt like she was going to explode with the pain of losing him. Then she saw him, his large, menacing figure towering above the fallen transgenic. A look of utter contempt filled his hard features as he looked down at her. His ugly face creased into what could only be seen as a smile by his kind.
White.
The one person she hated more than Lydecker. The one person she'd love to kill with her bare hands if she could. His menacing laugh caused her to shudder. The pain of losing Alec was still raw in her mind, tears she tried so hard to hold back flowed freely. Sobbing so hard, her whole body shuddered with them. Losing all hope, Max fell on to her knees. Her head bowed, she waited for her fate, death was far better than this. The darkness surrounded her again, this time there was no light to hold it back and Max was lost in its abyss.
* * * Max's eyes flew open in fear. The same dream. No matter how hard she tried to forget, it wouldn't let her. Her eyes squinted as she looked around the room. It was still dark. She had only slept for a couple of hours and yet it felt like a whole lifetime. Groggily she moved from the bed, trying not to disturb Logan as he slept peacefully beside her. Max wouldn't be able to sleep now, so she walked out of the bedroom towards her favourite part in the apartment, the window which over looked the rest of Seattle. She could even see the Space Needle from this spot. Hugging her knees closer to herself, Max watched the droplets of rain which trickled down the window pane, before pooling at the bottom. Lost in thought, Max barely felt the slight tremor from beneath her, only the sounds of the glass vibrating on the table alerted her to it. Getting up slowly, she moved towards the main bedroom.
A scream and a crash from one of the guest rooms stopped her mid stride. She distinctly heard a muffled voice speaking and then an apology. The tremor which had swept through the room had stopped now, only the voices coming from the room showed that anything was different. Max walked through to the room and opened the door as quietly as she could. What she saw froze her on the spot.
"Oh come on Maxie, it's not like I saw you, I didn't exactly say to myself, hey lets fall on Max because she's so comfy"
"I wouldn't put it past you" the female voice muttered.
"Now Maxie that hurts, how could you think that?"
"Shut up. Okay just shut up. We don't even know where the fuck we are and you're still rabbiting on"
"Tsk tsk Maxie. Mind your language, now what would Logan think if he heard you use language like that? Hmm"
"Alec I'm warning you. I don't want to hear another word about Logan"
"Kay. Chill. I was just sayin' . Fine jeez."
"I can't believe we don't know where we are"
"Au contraire, my dear little Maxie. You don't know where we are. I on the other know exactly where we are"
"Oh really? Then please, educate"
"Oh come on Max. You telling me that none of this room looks familiar?"
"What the hell are you on about Alec? Have you completely lost it? If I knew, would I be...Oh god we're at Logan's!"
"Yup. Now how bout we ask him what the hell just. Uh Max"
"What now?"
The two intruders stared at the figure in the doorway. She was standing there, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion.
AN: I've finally finished so yay.
Please R+R
