Author: Michelle D.R.A.K.E gypsychic04@c4.com
Author's Note: I have been writing fanfics for quite some time, and I am very protective of my stories, but I have finally decided it is time to let them out into the world . . . so voila! This is the first of five chapters and an epilogue, and a sequel is already in the works. Just a note, this is one of my most horribly angst-filled stories . . . most of mine are angsty, but this is the most. I am hard-core M/L shipper, but I needed a change in pace, and had to write some mild M/A shipperiness. The story starts out a little slow, but once you get to chapter three and four, it all comes together. Please review! I beg of you!!!! I'll post my next chapter once I get fifteen reviews . . . okay? Amy, Katie, and Angie, thank you for being the bestest beta-ers! For anybody out there . . . if you need a beta-reader, I'd be more than happy to help! Luv, y'all!
Author's Note 2: Please bear with me . . . this chapter's only purpose is to set up the rest of the story . . . it gets much, much, much better (because this chapter just plain sucks . . . ) Also, I start it our in the present, but then go back a few days later . . . I will get to how they got there, but it will take a while . . . I hope it isn't too confusing . . .
Spoilers: None
Summary: A super angsty story with a bittersweet ending, and of course angst, angst, angst and more angst. *possible Kleenex alert* If I summarize I will ruin the story, but please read! M/L and M/A shippiness (but angstful shippiness!) all rolled into one (I couldn't help myself!)!
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: PLEASE, Please, please review, remember, flames are always good, but compliments aren't bad either!!!! :) Please tell me what you think!!!! I worked very hard on this story and want A LOT of feedback to know if it needs fixing!!! Every fifteen or so reviews I'll post a new chapter . . . so review, review, REVIEW!!!! Please e-mail me if you have a question about my writing, want me to be your beta-reader, or anything at gypsychic04@c4.com.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel and characters. Yeah, I know, (sadly) I don't own Michael Weatherly- oh poo!!!! He belongs to Jessica Alba, and I don't think she will let me have him. Logan and Max, and other characters belong to James (Help! The boat is sinking!) Cameron and Charles H. (who cares about him? The frigin' boat is sinking!) Eglee and all the apes at Fox. I do however own this story and my other stories- so there!!!! I also own Alec- he's my love slave, but that's besides the point . . .
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. . .F o r e v e r C h a n g e d. . .
by Michelle Drake
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C h a p t e r I
Alec stood behind Max, wanting to say or do something to make things right again. He gently laid his hand on her shoulder. It surprised him that she didn't pull away. She just stood their motionless and quiet.
They stood there for minutes, which began to feel like hours. Time seemed to stand still. Neither said one word . . . what was there to say?
"Max . . . " he began, "I . . ."
"Don't say anything," she spoke quietly and sadly, the first words she had spoken to him in days. She looked at him with an empty stare, void of everything that she was feeling.
Alec didn't know what to do. He just grabbed her hand, and intertwined it with his own, holding it tightly.
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Days earlier . . .
"Have you ever thought where we might be if we had gotten it?" asked Max sitting on the arm of an old chair.
"Got what?" asked Logan, paging through some files.
"If we had got the cure from that crooked lab tech and let Alec's head explode," she said flat out.
"I'm assuming that this conversation is leaning towards letting Alec's head explode," he asked somewhat amused.
"My life would be easier if it had. All he does is make my life more difficult. Today he got me going halfway across town to deliver packages that he was supposed to be delivering. He has Normal wrapped around his finger . . ." Max trailed off, noticing Logan's smirk. She smiled back, "so back to the previous question . . ."
Logan's smirk turned from amusement to nervousness. He had no clue where they'd be right now. He wanted to be with her, but he wasn't about to confess that to her, he didn;t want to complicate things between them any furthur.
"Well, I suppose if we had the cure right now I could bump into you without dying on you . . ." he said stating the obvious, just wantin got dodge the question.
"Come on, that isn't what I meant," she said exasperatedly.
"Don't you people ever knock?" asked Logan looking over Max's shoulder at Alec, silently relieved that he had been able to avoid talking about what he really felt for Max.
"What do you want?" she asked annoyed.
"What a nice welcome, Maxie. Is that how you greet everyone?" he said sarcastically.
"People tend to not like it when guests drop in uninvited and break into their place," she shot back.
"Apparently he did," Alec pointed out.
Logan smirked as Max gave him a sideways glance. It was apparent that he was finding the conversation way too amusing.
"What do you want?" she asked again, even more annoyed
"Our favorite person Agent White is in town. He's hiding out in an old warehouse, and because you are so into being the protector' of all transgenics, I figured that you might want to know that he had someone in his evil clutches," he said with mockery.
"If you find it so amusing that I think of it as my job to help people, then why are you telling me these things, and helping just as much?" she retorted.
"I'm bored," he answered flat out.
"Then go amuse yourself some other way than making my life miserable!" she said getting more and more irked with him by the minute.
"It's just too much fun," he countered.
"Let's get this bitch over with. Bye Logan," she called out, smacking Alec upside the head as she grabbed her coat and made her way out of the penthouse.
"Bye," Logan called out as they left the penthouse.
"By the way," she called over her shoulder. "Don't think that our conversation is over. You aren't off the hook yet!" She laughed lightly, hoping that things were going to turn out the way she wanted.
"I'll make dinner- how about seven?" he called out Max who was now in the hallway.
Max popped back in the doorway, "Sounds great-"
"You two make me sick- just say goodbye all ready!' Alec said annoyed. pulling Max back into the hallway.
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"Is this the place this time?" she asked, climbing the ladder to the roof of an old abandoned warehouse.
"Excuse me," he said a little embarrassed that he had gotten the wrong place the first time.
"Whatever," she sighed. What should we do?" she asked peering in through a skylight, spotting White interrogating a boy transgenic that looked to be about fifteen.
"I think we should come back later tonight and get him out. I don't know what else we could do."
"Are you sure you'll find the right place this time?" she teased.
"A guy makes one mistake and he is labeled the village idiot for life," he said sounding almost upset.
"Fine! I'm sorry, everyone is allowed to make mistakes," she apologized not really meaning it.
"Let's meet back here tonight at ten or eleven. It should be late enough for the guards to be bored enough for us to be able to get in and out easily."
"Okay, see ya' I'm going to go get ready for dinner."
"Max, wait," Alec called after her.
"Yeah?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Never mind," he sighed. He didn't know what it was, but for some reason he was beginning to find himself attracted to Max. It was beginning to scare him, but what scared him more was the bad feeling that was beginning to grow in the pit of his stomach. It was as if things were about to change forever, no matter what they did to try to stop it. He quickly brushed away his doubts and feelings. Little did he know that things were about to change for him, and for everyone else around him . . .
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Author's Note: So what do you think? I know this chapter was a little slow, and very bad, but it's main purpose was to set up the rest of the story . . . please, please, PLEASE REVIEW! I have worked really hard on this story, and it is now my personal favorite, so please tell me what you think! Chapter two will come after fifteen reviews! :) (and I guarantee it will only get better . . . )
forever.changed.by.Michelle.Drake©
gypsychic04@c4.com
