Title: One Last Dance
Author: TenderLies
Summary: All I need is a smile from you, each and everyday. All I needed was that one chance, that one night, to prove, you mean everything to me. I spend every waking moment thinking about you. AU, Alec is in the military, and is being deployed, how will he piece together his shattered life, when he returns years later?
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel. Though, I should.
Background Info: Alternate Universe, transgenics don't exist. Alec and Max were both unwanted by their parents and put into foster care, that is where they meet. Alec and Max grew up together, and they even named eachother. They were always went to the same families. Now both are grown up. Alec is in the military and being deployed for five years. Alec has strong feelings for Max, while she just thinks of him as her big brother.
All of it, just to hold your hand
Pain. Without love. Pain. I can't get enough.
When I look into those beautiful eyes, the rest of the world just fades away. Nothing matters, nothing appeals to me, except for the two inches in between us. The two inches that make the moment so simple, so... perfect.
A tear slipped from your eye, as you try to fight it back. I'm afraid to touch you; afraid that will make good-bye even more difficult.
You look at me, with your big wet eyes, and you whisper under your breath. Your voice soft and timid, shaky due to the tears.
"I'll miss you, Alec." You're going to miss your "big brother". You will never know that I never thought of you as a sister, you were always more than a sister to me.
My heart feels like it is going to explode. I wanted to tell you, that I loved you, that you meant the entire universe to me, that I would never want to leave you, but this was my mission, I had to leave.
"Me too." I would do more than miss you. I would spend every waking moment thinking about your chocolate brown eyes, your warm smiles, and your perfect words.
Your arms fall around me, your warmth spreads across me, we fit together perfectly, like pieces of an ultimate puzzle, a puzzle you haven't uncovered yet.
I pulled away, before I melt into you, before I never wanted to let go. This was too much. I never liked good-byes, especially not now.
We had grown up together, we didn't have parents but we had eachother. My hands gripped your shoulders, as if to tell you, it was going to be okay.
You finally stop fighting the tears, and let one little one loose. Your voice quivers as you speak.
"Promise me you'll come home."
I wanted to do more than just come home. I wanted a life for us. I knew I wasn't brave enough to confront you now, but maybe five years later, I will. Maybe five years later, I can look you in the eye and tell you, that you are the one for me. 'We' are destined.
Now boarding, flight 536, to Washington D.C.
Those words pierced through me. Those words ended our moment. Those words meant goodbye.
"I promise." I muttered, definitively. I had to come home, my will was still here. My insides screamed at me to tell you, I love you. My mouth would not obey, my lips parted, as if to speak. But all that was heard was silence.
"Bye, Max" I said, removing all emotion from my voice. I wasn't going to be weak. And let my hands fall to my side. My gaze fell to the floor; I couldn't look you in the eye. I didn't want to see the pain in them.
Your eyebrows curved in confusion, you thought I would be better at goodbye.
You open your mouth to say something, but you turn away and walked in the opposite direction. Your perfect brown hair follows behind you, this was going to be the last I saw you in a while.
I bit my lip, hard enough so that moments later I could taste the salty blood. Why couldn't I have held you longer? Why couldn't I have said that I loved you, that you mean everything to me? Before my own tears could form, I quickly picked up what few luggage bags I had, and walked through the gate, and boarded my flight.
These five years are going to feel like a lifetime without you there.
A/N:Phew, first fic in a LONG time. I decided to delete my old ones, they are bad. I can say I think I'm improving. I've also changed my writing style. I can say I was inspired by a book that was written completely in second person. Review, please?