Title: The End of a Savior Complex

Author: Dark Roswellian Angel

Elizabeth McDowell

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. If I did, Alec would have been treated much better. In fact, if I owned "Dark Angel" I'd be treating him better right now instead of just writing about him ; P

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Rating: T

Synopsis: When Alec finds out that Max has been hurt, he reacts unexpectedly. How does he respond?

A/N: I've never tried writing this emotion before, so I don't know if I did a decent job. Hope you enjoy :)

When he first heard, he was furious. He'd never actually been furious before. Angry yes. Extremely angry, as a matter of fact. And he'd been in more than his fair share of fights. Usually caused by him spending time with some female that he shouldn't have. So being mad was not a new sensation for him. But he'd never felt this overwhelming rush of pure, unadulterated rage before.

"Where is he?" he ground out. His senses were nearly humming.

The fact that his voice was almost an octave lower than normal caught her attention, and she realized her mistake as soon as she looked up at him. "You heard the part where she's gonna be fine, right? That she's gonna be up an' about in no time? That there ain't gonna be no problems and she's gonna be able to knock whatever thoughts is goin' on in yo' fool head right out faster than you can knock a can offa Normal's butt?" She looked into his eyes and saw a dangerous glint. "You ai'ight, shugga?"

She'd never realized before just how feline he could be. But now with his upper lip curled back, and his teeth nearly snarling, the cat DNA in his cocktail was unmistakable. And was he growling? As she looked up at him, he seemed to take a step towards her.

"Where. Is. He?" He nearly growled. His subconscious beginning to take over, he took another step towards her. His approach was almost predatory, and she could feel the heat radiating from him.

Unconsciously, she took a step back. She knew that she didn't need to worry about him hurting her. But she was beginning to worry about the safety of the him he was referring to. "He's gone back ta his place. He's gonna get some supplies, an' then he's gonna head on back to our place." Even as shocked as she was, she couldn't help giving him an assessing look. She knew that things had changed between them. Recently as a matter of fact. But who woulda thought that he'd be so hung up on her that her danger would twist him like this? Just how deep is his feelin's for her? For that matta how deep is her feelin's for this fine-lookin' boy standin' in fronta me now? Her thoughts were interrupted by his reaction to her answer.

"He left her?!" His scream was almost primal. "She's just been shot! She almost died because of him, and he leaves her there?!" His fury actually turned up a notch, and for a split second he wondered if it was possible to be burned by your own anger. If it was, he knew who he'd be taking with him.

OC quickly scanned the occupants of Jam Pony, wondering just how many of them could hear their discussion. Her scan turned back exactly what she was afraid of- all eyes were on them. Even Normal was looking at him as though he'd gotten his head beat too many times in the ring. As she looked back into his eyes, she took a shallow swallow. She'd never seen this emotion on this young man's face before, or any person's face for that matter. It was more animal than human. Even knowing that it wasn't really directed towards her, even knowing that she wasn't really in any danger, his darkened eyes evoked fear in her.

Attempting to defuse the situation, the girl almost put her hand on his shoulder, then thought better of it. Wounded, scared, and angry animals sometimes swipe at people, even those they would normally consider friends. And right now he was resembling one of them much more than the heartbreaking man he was usually. Still, she wanted to help, so she opened her mouth, only nothing came out. After a moment spent collecting herself, the normally calm and confident girl was barely able to get out, "She's fine. He wouldn'ta left her if she wasn't. He just called ta-" her voice gave out as the young man in front of her shook his head dismissively while narrowing his eyes to slits. As he turned around and stalked out, she began to wonder if she should call and warn someone.