TITLE: Thicker Than Water
WRITTEN BY: Drea Jackman
EMAIL: X5-117@GeneticallyEngineered.co.uk
WEBSITE: Logan & Max - http://eyesonly.topcities.com/
RATING: R
SUMMARY: When Alec's true colours finally shine through, Max realises that perhaps blood
really is thicker than water.
DISCLAIMER: All Dark Angel characters belong to James Cameron and Charles Eglee
(Cameron Eglee Productions) and Dark Angel itself belongs to FOX...it's just not fair is it? *Sob*
ARCHIVE: If I've said yes before I'll say it again, otherwise email me 'n' lemme know.
FEEDBACK: Don't make me beg, please? ...D'OH!
A/N: Hey, hey! Just another fic that sorta rattled off from the whole Alec-interest I'm suffering
from right now. Suffering? Actually hell no! Loving every minute of exploring is more like.
Okay so alot of M/L shippers didn't listen and read that last M/A fic I wrote, so it was your own
fault, lol. But, never fear. You CAN read this and be just as happy, even though Alec features
heavily. More Alec/Max/Logan angst than you can shake a stick at...and I'm still wondering why
I even used that phrase! Love it or hate it, lemme know and I'll ditch/continue it. Next chapter
will allow all to become clear...or most of it anyway :p
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Max was at her locker packing up some things into her backpack before preparing to go hit
Crash with Sketchy, Original Cindy and the others, just another day with nothing eventful
happening besides the odd hail of 'Bip, bip, bip!' from Normal. Sighing she slammed the red,
metal door closed only to come face to face with features she knew only too well.
"What do you want now?" Max asked, annoyance already evident in her tone.
"Now is that any way to greet your good friend and all round helpful work colleague?" Alec's
teasing reply fired back at her immediately.
He stood casually, leaning against the lockers beside her, arms folded across his chest and that
same damn smirk of his gleaming back at her. Max found herself wondering why she didn't just
give in to instinct and smack him one in the head everytime he pulled his smart ass crap with
her.
"Maybe not," she began and Alec's eyebrow raised in surprise. Was he winning?
"But it's how I'll greet you," she finished, bursting what little bubble he'd had going for him.
"Much as I'd love to fight you on this one, I've got more important things to worry about."
The smirk never left his face as his eyes stared back at hers with a unflinching honesty. Max
had to give him credit, he'd always managed to be up front with her, even more than was
necessary sometimes, but truthful all the same.
"That being?" she sighed, giving in to the notion that whatever he was trying to say, she'd end
up right in the thick of it as usual again.
"Well, if you're not interested..." he stood up straight and made a half turn towards the exit way.
"Cut the shit Alec!" Max almost growled, the feral and angry tone giving her voice an edge that
made even Alec flinch and halt dead in his tracks.
Before he was even aware he'd stopped moving, he felt her grip on his upper arm, the sudden
grip bringing a force that pushed him back as the impact of the lockers connecting with his back
sent a thunderous echo all around the room. Holding his hands up in surrender he flashed Max
his usual, playful smirk.
"Hey, easy Max. Y'know you're hot when you're angry."
Max's rage had been inflamed to levels beyond her comprehension. How was it this guy could
push all her god damn buttons like that? Her free hand gripping him by the collar, Max hauled
Alec off the lockers and leaned her face intimidating and dangerously close to his as she spoke.
"Alec, I'm through playing up to your little games. When you decide it's more fun to be an actual
human being and less of a smart ass..." she offered her final ultimatum as Alec's smile faded,
replaced with an expression mirroring that of serious intensity along with the slightest notion of
regret. He knew he'd go that little bit too far again.
"Heard that White found himself a group of X6's. Thought it'd be somethin' newsworthy to you,"
he finished, his tone matter-of-fact and all business.
Max let her grip on Alec falter, taking a step back slowly as her eyes came to settle on his chest,
her mind running over her past few run-ins with White. He wasn't the usual kind of big bad that
usually featured in her life. Much better looking, but with that whole dark,
wanting-to-wipe-out-her-kind deal going on. Still, the fact that Alec had even brought the news
to her was a surprise in the slightest. Slowly her eyes found his again.
"Where?" she asked plainly, slipping into soldier mode as she planned the escape mission she
could only hope wouldn't come too late in saving some of the X6 unit.
"Hauled up in a warehouse in sector nine," Alec replied, his tone now all business too.
"Why holding them? So far all he's done is hunt and kill."
"Beats me, but then again I did finally get a clean bill of health from Psy-Obs," he shrugged
sarcastically, his tone successfully covering up what had been one of the worst experiences of
his life. "Hardly qualified to predict and interpret the behavioural patterns of a crazed lune."
Max didn't miss the underlying feeling, but now wasn't the time. She wasn't entirely
unsympathetic, even if it was Alec. She wouldn't have wished that kind of torture on anyone.
Well maybe White and whatever Manticore drone it had been that spliced Logan's DNA to her
very own genetic virus. Those bastards could pay till the end of time and it still wouldn't be
enough to redeem their wrongs.
"He wants us," Max said, her realisation clear and unhindered by the fog of confusion and
misdirection thrown in by White's previous ploys.
"Yeah, us and every other X series out there."
"No. He wants us, that's why he hasn't killed them yet. He knows if they're still alive then,"
"Then we'll be the idiots to go on a suicide mission to get them out?" Alec finished for her.
"No one said you had to get involved. You can go cover your own ass someplace else," Max
snapped back, typically jumping to old conclusions.
"I'm genuinely hurt by that, Max."
Max sighed as she slung her pack over her back and headed out to her bike. Alec followed
close on her heals as she zipped up her leather jacket and turned to find him in pursuit, the
same determined expression telling her he was going to fight her every step of the way if she
didn't listen to him. She'd had enough already, temper flaring she retaliated before he'd even
spoken.
"Bite me!"
"I'm serious!" he exclaimed, face expressionless for all of a few seconds before the slight flicker
of anger burned there, an answer to the temper he'd noticed flare in her in that instant.
"I wanna help," he finished sincerely, probably more so than she'd ever seen before.
Max again was completely taken aback by his strange behaviour. How could he still pull the
smart ass routine and get away with surprising her like he'd managed to twice in about five
minutes? Accepting his words at face value, Max fell silent and turned her back on him, getting
onto her motorcycle and sliding her shades down over her eyes, masking the conflicting
emotions there. Alec's eyes only burned into her more as the silence grew palpable.
"Shut up!" Her order was firm and final, but her head tilted to the side ever so slightly only
moments later as her shoulders seemed to slump, defeated in posture as she sat astride her
baby. "...Get on."
Alec fought the small smile tugging on his lips as his body sprang into action. Settling himself
behind Max he gripped around her waist firmly and lowered his head as Max revved up the bike
and tore off into the night.
WRITTEN BY: Drea Jackman
EMAIL: X5-117@GeneticallyEngineered.co.uk
WEBSITE: Logan & Max - http://eyesonly.topcities.com/
RATING: R
SUMMARY: When Alec's true colours finally shine through, Max realises that perhaps blood
really is thicker than water.
DISCLAIMER: All Dark Angel characters belong to James Cameron and Charles Eglee
(Cameron Eglee Productions) and Dark Angel itself belongs to FOX...it's just not fair is it? *Sob*
ARCHIVE: If I've said yes before I'll say it again, otherwise email me 'n' lemme know.
FEEDBACK: Don't make me beg, please? ...D'OH!
A/N: Hey, hey! Just another fic that sorta rattled off from the whole Alec-interest I'm suffering
from right now. Suffering? Actually hell no! Loving every minute of exploring is more like.
Okay so alot of M/L shippers didn't listen and read that last M/A fic I wrote, so it was your own
fault, lol. But, never fear. You CAN read this and be just as happy, even though Alec features
heavily. More Alec/Max/Logan angst than you can shake a stick at...and I'm still wondering why
I even used that phrase! Love it or hate it, lemme know and I'll ditch/continue it. Next chapter
will allow all to become clear...or most of it anyway :p
____________________________________________________________________________
Max was at her locker packing up some things into her backpack before preparing to go hit
Crash with Sketchy, Original Cindy and the others, just another day with nothing eventful
happening besides the odd hail of 'Bip, bip, bip!' from Normal. Sighing she slammed the red,
metal door closed only to come face to face with features she knew only too well.
"What do you want now?" Max asked, annoyance already evident in her tone.
"Now is that any way to greet your good friend and all round helpful work colleague?" Alec's
teasing reply fired back at her immediately.
He stood casually, leaning against the lockers beside her, arms folded across his chest and that
same damn smirk of his gleaming back at her. Max found herself wondering why she didn't just
give in to instinct and smack him one in the head everytime he pulled his smart ass crap with
her.
"Maybe not," she began and Alec's eyebrow raised in surprise. Was he winning?
"But it's how I'll greet you," she finished, bursting what little bubble he'd had going for him.
"Much as I'd love to fight you on this one, I've got more important things to worry about."
The smirk never left his face as his eyes stared back at hers with a unflinching honesty. Max
had to give him credit, he'd always managed to be up front with her, even more than was
necessary sometimes, but truthful all the same.
"That being?" she sighed, giving in to the notion that whatever he was trying to say, she'd end
up right in the thick of it as usual again.
"Well, if you're not interested..." he stood up straight and made a half turn towards the exit way.
"Cut the shit Alec!" Max almost growled, the feral and angry tone giving her voice an edge that
made even Alec flinch and halt dead in his tracks.
Before he was even aware he'd stopped moving, he felt her grip on his upper arm, the sudden
grip bringing a force that pushed him back as the impact of the lockers connecting with his back
sent a thunderous echo all around the room. Holding his hands up in surrender he flashed Max
his usual, playful smirk.
"Hey, easy Max. Y'know you're hot when you're angry."
Max's rage had been inflamed to levels beyond her comprehension. How was it this guy could
push all her god damn buttons like that? Her free hand gripping him by the collar, Max hauled
Alec off the lockers and leaned her face intimidating and dangerously close to his as she spoke.
"Alec, I'm through playing up to your little games. When you decide it's more fun to be an actual
human being and less of a smart ass..." she offered her final ultimatum as Alec's smile faded,
replaced with an expression mirroring that of serious intensity along with the slightest notion of
regret. He knew he'd go that little bit too far again.
"Heard that White found himself a group of X6's. Thought it'd be somethin' newsworthy to you,"
he finished, his tone matter-of-fact and all business.
Max let her grip on Alec falter, taking a step back slowly as her eyes came to settle on his chest,
her mind running over her past few run-ins with White. He wasn't the usual kind of big bad that
usually featured in her life. Much better looking, but with that whole dark,
wanting-to-wipe-out-her-kind deal going on. Still, the fact that Alec had even brought the news
to her was a surprise in the slightest. Slowly her eyes found his again.
"Where?" she asked plainly, slipping into soldier mode as she planned the escape mission she
could only hope wouldn't come too late in saving some of the X6 unit.
"Hauled up in a warehouse in sector nine," Alec replied, his tone now all business too.
"Why holding them? So far all he's done is hunt and kill."
"Beats me, but then again I did finally get a clean bill of health from Psy-Obs," he shrugged
sarcastically, his tone successfully covering up what had been one of the worst experiences of
his life. "Hardly qualified to predict and interpret the behavioural patterns of a crazed lune."
Max didn't miss the underlying feeling, but now wasn't the time. She wasn't entirely
unsympathetic, even if it was Alec. She wouldn't have wished that kind of torture on anyone.
Well maybe White and whatever Manticore drone it had been that spliced Logan's DNA to her
very own genetic virus. Those bastards could pay till the end of time and it still wouldn't be
enough to redeem their wrongs.
"He wants us," Max said, her realisation clear and unhindered by the fog of confusion and
misdirection thrown in by White's previous ploys.
"Yeah, us and every other X series out there."
"No. He wants us, that's why he hasn't killed them yet. He knows if they're still alive then,"
"Then we'll be the idiots to go on a suicide mission to get them out?" Alec finished for her.
"No one said you had to get involved. You can go cover your own ass someplace else," Max
snapped back, typically jumping to old conclusions.
"I'm genuinely hurt by that, Max."
Max sighed as she slung her pack over her back and headed out to her bike. Alec followed
close on her heals as she zipped up her leather jacket and turned to find him in pursuit, the
same determined expression telling her he was going to fight her every step of the way if she
didn't listen to him. She'd had enough already, temper flaring she retaliated before he'd even
spoken.
"Bite me!"
"I'm serious!" he exclaimed, face expressionless for all of a few seconds before the slight flicker
of anger burned there, an answer to the temper he'd noticed flare in her in that instant.
"I wanna help," he finished sincerely, probably more so than she'd ever seen before.
Max again was completely taken aback by his strange behaviour. How could he still pull the
smart ass routine and get away with surprising her like he'd managed to twice in about five
minutes? Accepting his words at face value, Max fell silent and turned her back on him, getting
onto her motorcycle and sliding her shades down over her eyes, masking the conflicting
emotions there. Alec's eyes only burned into her more as the silence grew palpable.
"Shut up!" Her order was firm and final, but her head tilted to the side ever so slightly only
moments later as her shoulders seemed to slump, defeated in posture as she sat astride her
baby. "...Get on."
Alec fought the small smile tugging on his lips as his body sprang into action. Settling himself
behind Max he gripped around her waist firmly and lowered his head as Max revved up the bike
and tore off into the night.