A Fractured Fairytale
by Rowe
Set:
Post Hello, Goodbye.- Sequel to Rude AwakeningsDisclaimer:
Dark Angel and its character belong to Cameron/Eglee and Fox.Author's note:
This chapter is R but subsequent are going to have NC17Please feel free to give constructive criticism.
It will help my writing improve.
Chapter 1: With a kiss from a handsome prince………………._____________________________________________________________________________
Logan entered his apartment and felt chilled and alone. He had left it with hope and come back with reality breathing coldly down his neck. Faced now with his dreams for Max and him in shreds he marched into the kitchen- exoskeleton working overtime- to get himself a drink, a strong one. "A number of drinks is more in order". He despondently murmured. He poured himself a double, thought better of it, then filled the glass.
He moved over to his desk and flicked on his computer placing his drink down. The screen flickered and he looked at it only to be confronted with Max's face as his wallpaper. The reminder of his longterm obsession with her was too much, and he slumped to floor sobbing violently. This wasn't going to be easy. All the time she had been locked away in Manticore he had thought he had lost her then. He had seen her die, her body on the cold ground. Then he had been knocked out and dragged away to safety by Lydecker. Leaving her there. It was actually easier for his mind to comprehend her being gone when she was dead; not involved with someone else. He had already thought they had been together, but that tonight was the message for him to let her go. He knew it wasn't the virus that was to blame, no that would be too easy, that was just an excuse. Since Alec had arrived it had never been a level playing field. A long time ago, when she had first found Zack, she had told him her search had been out of a need to find someone like her. It looked like Alec had finally found her and fulfilled that need. Oh yes, she had fought it wildly, probably out of loyalty to him as much as anything, but who can fight their predetermined destiny.
To lose her to a sociopath; that was what hurt most. He still wasn't ready to admit what Lydecker had told him, she was a trained and accomplished killer as well. Alec was dangerous and unpredictable but also more importantly both selfish and reckless. Probably would get her killed on one of his hare-brained schemes. Logan rejected the voice in his head that was patiently reminding him that he had indeed endangered her on his EO missions, time and time again. He pulled out her letter and read it again. It was friendly but blunt, Max to a T. She never said she loved Alec, just that they needed to be together. It also said she would always be there if he needed her. Logan let a small spark of hope ignite for a while. The image of her curled intimately around Alec at Crash came back and extinguished it.
Drinking, drinking was good. It was his friend because it was letting him forget about the pain for a while. Numbing the growing pain into submission as the alcohol scorched down his throat. Logan lay on the couch, his head dropped back and he stared at the ceiling. "So what the hell do I do now?" His eyes closed and finally he passed out cold, releasing him from the demons for now.
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At Crash, the crowd around Max and Alec had thinned to give them a little privacy. Well as much privacy as you could get in the middle of a bar. They were as close to each other as they could be stilled fully clothed. Lips and tongues greedily sampled one another. Hands roaming sensually over heated bodies.
Remembering where they were, Alec pulled back a little to look into Max's eyes. "Max, I can't believe you're here!" He looked down at his lap to indicate he meant in his arms. He had fully expected rejection from her. Not to have her parade in and be all dominatrix on him. Always safer to expect the worst; that was what made this all the better. He had to give her that she had the sexy seductress act down pat, his body agreed happily with him on this. "You look incredible!" the awe in his voice emphasised his appreciation. "Good enough to eat." He seductively growled and attacked her neck, biting lightly along the delicate column of her throat. He couldn't get enough of this, especially when she was giving it to him freely.
Max couldn't believe how a kiss could destroy her ability to think straight, or at all. The feel of his body snugly moulding to hers was doing things to her, wicked things. Without the fear of being rejected this eclipsed the ceiling experience and she knew it was only going to get better. The anticipation of discovering just how good that could be sent shivers through her. A growl involuntarily erupted from the back of her throat as her desire rose. Alec laughed at this. "Looks like the cat really did get my tongue." Her drew her lips back to his so he could use said tongue to explore her mouth more thoroughly.
Max had thought about Logan, regretted that this was how it had had to happen. The look on his face when she had seen him in the crowd had been dark and tortured. Unfortunately for him to let go she needed to be brutal, actions spoke louder than words. He needed to believe that she was happy to release her. She had never wanted to be cruel, she had warned him in her letter but he had chosen to stay. Her niggling guilt was quickly forgotten again as she succumbed to the sensation of Alec.
"Let's take this somewhere else because I don't think I want an audience." Max purred in Alec's ear as she nibbled tantalisingly on the lobe. She nipped slightly and slipped off his knees to stand up. That wasn't as easy as she'd expected- her legs were like jelly. Alec steadied her with his hands at her waist. "He should carry a health warning. 'Too much kissing of Alec may cause heart problems and dizziness'" a giddy little voice giggled in her head. Since when had she ever been so happy?
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The men huddled quietly at their computers trying to focus on the screens with their eyes locked forward. He was on the war path again. His scary temper was starting to get out of control. As he passed by and went into his office, there was a sigh of relief. They were good at what they did but it was just a job, for him it seemed far more personal. The door slammed shut and everyone jumped, his mood was obviously black again.
In his office, White sat mumbling. This whole operation was taking far too long. The close thing the other day was another blackmark against him. Now they just had to pin down Eyes Only. He had special plans for him. That freak would be the little block that when removed the rest would come crumbling down. Amongst the debris would be those two transgenic abominations. Especially 452- his personal bete noir.
The desk phone rang, Otto telling him that they managed to get the trace to the point that they would get him on the next Streaming Freedom video hack. Now to do something to make him broadcast one. Beating up another transgenic maybe, no that had been done. Something that would bring the little weasel out of his hole long enough for them to nab him. Some sort of public announcement might do the trick. He seemed to have an assiduous need to be the voice of the underdog. Well that was his weakness, so what better way to expose him. Weaknesses were there to be exploited
He reached again for the phone, this time to dial in a favour. Someone who could give him the broadcast that he needed as bait and be taken seriously enough by Eyes Only. The senator who answered was not surprised by the request but a little annoyed at his lack of circumspection with using the landline. In the end, he had agreed to carry it out, after all the plans of the Conclave were important. White replaced the phone and for once in a long time smiled to himself. Now it was time to wait as the trap was set.
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They had made it to her apartment in record time. The ride on the bike had been torture. She had found it uncomfortable last time when he had avoided touching her. This time with his hands exploring under the waistband of her jacket, stroking her stomach, she had been struggling to keep them upright. She pulled up and locked the bike, only managing to do this cause he stood a few feet away from her. She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her up the stairs. She had no time for playing coy now. Damn she was feeling impatient.
The door slammed shut as two overheated trangenic bodies slammed against it. It held their weight but the wood groaned at the force. Max slid her hands up to Alec's chest and pushed herself away. The look of confusion on his face was priceless. She put her finger to his lips to shush him, to reassure him. She slipped her jacket slowly off her shoulders as she stepped further into the room. Watching his eyes, she slid her hands from her hips to the zip nestled between her breasts. Having him watch her like this was incredibly erotic. She started sliding it down and watched as he turned to mush.
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