INEVITABLE FORCES
This Dark Angel fan fiction is a series of vignettes following the events of the Max Alan Collins' third official novel After The Dark. Anyway, they have continuity. The pairing is clearly Max/Alec, although I'll help Logan bashing. No flames. Feedback and constructive criticism are highly appreciated, since this is my first attempt to write for this show.
PHASE ONE: DISTANCE
Sometimes Max Guevara wondered if the distance existing between Ordinaries and Transgenic would be filled within the terms of her life. She knew it wasn't anything new. Mankind always fears the unknown, the concept itself of diversity.
Racial discrimination has held its victims: Jewish, Blacks , homosexuals even. And in time, they were all accepted.
In time.
Looking around in the Gem's coffee shop she could see that most of the clients were of *her kind*. Behind her, there was little group of four high-school students skipping their lessons, and then five punk buddies at the opposite direction, but except them . transgenics ruled.
Actually it was nice feeling being surrounded by her people again. Terminal City became her homeland, had filled in her hearth the spot left vacant by her lost brothers and sisters. Now she missed it more than she had thought possible.
Leaving wasn't difficult only because it had precluded her the chance to finally be with Syl and Krit, who she had just found again, or to see Joshua everyday. She longed even to hear again the sounds of their kids training in the early morning, to walk side by side with cat-men and amphibian-women, to pry the work of their craft-men, to sit among the younger residents while they watched the older sparring for exercise, to witness her fellow- citizens organizing the occasional thefts apt to fill in the budget.
She was recently learning to accept that her animal DNA reflected on far more than her reflexes and her physical abilities, it affected her mind and her very way of being, making her an impulsive creature relying on her instincts and her herd.
It wasn't easy to admit, given all the time she had spent trying to forget Manticore, believing it was the only thing standing between her and a normal *human * life. But she wasn't human. Not completely by way, although plenty of things made her even different from her companions in Terminal City. Most of the Xs knew at least 18 languages, were trained to pilot 5 different kinds of military aeroplanes, and had basilar knowledge of informatics, weaponry, and strategy. She thanked God she had not stuck around long enough to gain expertise in such things, but sometimes she kinda felt uneasy and ignorant among the others.
Still, this damned Distance seemed, sooner or later, engulfing all the people in her life, to leave her feeling alone and isolated in a corner. Sometimes she had dreams like that, of her alone looking down the Space Needle and seeing nothing but void.
Max looked at her unfinished cup of black coffee and thought about ordering another one. She would need it for staying fully awake this evening. Her itinerary consisted of dinner out with Logan and two acquaintances of his, then accompanying them to the Opera and slipping business talk in between. Boriiiiing.
For as hard as she tried to play the goody-goody hostess, it seemed it was never enough. It was certainly difficult pretending to have a good time around people interested only in talking about art, culture, and crap the whole time. Of course once they came home, maybe Logan would make worth her while. But sex with Logan meant restraint, controlling her strength so as to not risk hurting him. Not exactly a comforting thought right now.
Her life with Logan, sincerely, wasn't so perfect and sunny like she had imagined it would be. Oh, at the beginning, when the virus was gone and they were finally free to touch and love each other, it was all wonderful and full of joy.
Now she missed the best friend she used to find in him, the one with whom she could talk to without worrying about what he thought. Without worrying about receiving that look of disbelief, the one meaning that he couldn't think she meant what she said.
Putting aside their difference in species, there were many things keeping open the gap between them. Things she had first thought of as unimportant before the force of their feelings, like their different ages, and opposite upbringings, but now unsuspectingly insidious. Their closeness was bringing Logan further from her than the virus ever could and it was sad seeing love being simply ..consumed, and yet another presence subtracted to her by Distance.
It had begun with their mutual absorbing tasks: she was taken with the Transgenic cause, and he with his Eyes Only operations, righting all the wrongs in the world. Both were sorry of the scarcity of their time together and talked sometimes about her possibly moving in with him when situations calmed down in Freak Nation.
She had been so angry when Alec decided to accept security jobs from privates on the Terminal City's behalf.
He had started to assign teams of Xs to escort value charges, perimeters, or anything the client required, insisting that they needed to make money legally, being useful to ordinaries if they didn't want to be considered a threat.
She was adamant in rubbing in his face that the leader of Terminal City could *not* get his people labelled as war addicts and criminals. He was adamant about his intention of selecting personally the charges and not getting mixed in with outlaw clans and the likes.
Before her vivaciously expressed resistance, he had told her that their only way to survive was using what they were to their advantage. This fine phrasing had gained him a handful of colorful pet names from her inspired mouth.
All pretty useless since he was the leader, and his intentions had not yet faltered.
Alec managed to make her so furious that Logan's proposition of a week vacation had looked like the brighter of the blessings.
When they had come back, Max had stayed at Logan's, getting a hold of her old human life, or at least of the parts that could blend in with her new one. She had not purposefully put foot in Terminal City, if not once for visiting Syl and Krit and telling them about how happy she was with Logan and about finally meeting his family.
She had run into Alec but, they had not talked very much.
She was still a bit miffed that Freak Nation was independent from her now, in spite of the fact that she had created it.
She could rant and rave about Alec's flawed and delusional character all that she wanted but, she would be the first to admit that he was the ideal candidate for representing their interests. After all, being a leader and a soldier able to blend in any situation was what Manticore had been engineered and trained for. At least this way that lying, endearingly persuasive on occasion, tongue of his, together with his Machiavellian, on occasion dangerous, imagination came in handy.
It wasn't an epiphany, but a very small part of her had hoped that if she stayed away long enough, somebody would called her back to save the day.
But Terminal City didn't need her now that Alec had found his use in the Universe. No hard feelings about that on her part. She was glad for him. Maybe it didn't look like it the most of time, but she considered him as part of her family, and not only because of his likeness to Ben. An annoying, but permanent fixture in her life that she could never completely figure out but, counted on when she needed to.
'' Hey Gem, what about another cup of coffee? Make it full! ''
Max asked the other female transgenic. She had definitely needed it.
This Dark Angel fan fiction is a series of vignettes following the events of the Max Alan Collins' third official novel After The Dark. Anyway, they have continuity. The pairing is clearly Max/Alec, although I'll help Logan bashing. No flames. Feedback and constructive criticism are highly appreciated, since this is my first attempt to write for this show.
PHASE ONE: DISTANCE
Sometimes Max Guevara wondered if the distance existing between Ordinaries and Transgenic would be filled within the terms of her life. She knew it wasn't anything new. Mankind always fears the unknown, the concept itself of diversity.
Racial discrimination has held its victims: Jewish, Blacks , homosexuals even. And in time, they were all accepted.
In time.
Looking around in the Gem's coffee shop she could see that most of the clients were of *her kind*. Behind her, there was little group of four high-school students skipping their lessons, and then five punk buddies at the opposite direction, but except them . transgenics ruled.
Actually it was nice feeling being surrounded by her people again. Terminal City became her homeland, had filled in her hearth the spot left vacant by her lost brothers and sisters. Now she missed it more than she had thought possible.
Leaving wasn't difficult only because it had precluded her the chance to finally be with Syl and Krit, who she had just found again, or to see Joshua everyday. She longed even to hear again the sounds of their kids training in the early morning, to walk side by side with cat-men and amphibian-women, to pry the work of their craft-men, to sit among the younger residents while they watched the older sparring for exercise, to witness her fellow- citizens organizing the occasional thefts apt to fill in the budget.
She was recently learning to accept that her animal DNA reflected on far more than her reflexes and her physical abilities, it affected her mind and her very way of being, making her an impulsive creature relying on her instincts and her herd.
It wasn't easy to admit, given all the time she had spent trying to forget Manticore, believing it was the only thing standing between her and a normal *human * life. But she wasn't human. Not completely by way, although plenty of things made her even different from her companions in Terminal City. Most of the Xs knew at least 18 languages, were trained to pilot 5 different kinds of military aeroplanes, and had basilar knowledge of informatics, weaponry, and strategy. She thanked God she had not stuck around long enough to gain expertise in such things, but sometimes she kinda felt uneasy and ignorant among the others.
Still, this damned Distance seemed, sooner or later, engulfing all the people in her life, to leave her feeling alone and isolated in a corner. Sometimes she had dreams like that, of her alone looking down the Space Needle and seeing nothing but void.
Max looked at her unfinished cup of black coffee and thought about ordering another one. She would need it for staying fully awake this evening. Her itinerary consisted of dinner out with Logan and two acquaintances of his, then accompanying them to the Opera and slipping business talk in between. Boriiiiing.
For as hard as she tried to play the goody-goody hostess, it seemed it was never enough. It was certainly difficult pretending to have a good time around people interested only in talking about art, culture, and crap the whole time. Of course once they came home, maybe Logan would make worth her while. But sex with Logan meant restraint, controlling her strength so as to not risk hurting him. Not exactly a comforting thought right now.
Her life with Logan, sincerely, wasn't so perfect and sunny like she had imagined it would be. Oh, at the beginning, when the virus was gone and they were finally free to touch and love each other, it was all wonderful and full of joy.
Now she missed the best friend she used to find in him, the one with whom she could talk to without worrying about what he thought. Without worrying about receiving that look of disbelief, the one meaning that he couldn't think she meant what she said.
Putting aside their difference in species, there were many things keeping open the gap between them. Things she had first thought of as unimportant before the force of their feelings, like their different ages, and opposite upbringings, but now unsuspectingly insidious. Their closeness was bringing Logan further from her than the virus ever could and it was sad seeing love being simply ..consumed, and yet another presence subtracted to her by Distance.
It had begun with their mutual absorbing tasks: she was taken with the Transgenic cause, and he with his Eyes Only operations, righting all the wrongs in the world. Both were sorry of the scarcity of their time together and talked sometimes about her possibly moving in with him when situations calmed down in Freak Nation.
She had been so angry when Alec decided to accept security jobs from privates on the Terminal City's behalf.
He had started to assign teams of Xs to escort value charges, perimeters, or anything the client required, insisting that they needed to make money legally, being useful to ordinaries if they didn't want to be considered a threat.
She was adamant in rubbing in his face that the leader of Terminal City could *not* get his people labelled as war addicts and criminals. He was adamant about his intention of selecting personally the charges and not getting mixed in with outlaw clans and the likes.
Before her vivaciously expressed resistance, he had told her that their only way to survive was using what they were to their advantage. This fine phrasing had gained him a handful of colorful pet names from her inspired mouth.
All pretty useless since he was the leader, and his intentions had not yet faltered.
Alec managed to make her so furious that Logan's proposition of a week vacation had looked like the brighter of the blessings.
When they had come back, Max had stayed at Logan's, getting a hold of her old human life, or at least of the parts that could blend in with her new one. She had not purposefully put foot in Terminal City, if not once for visiting Syl and Krit and telling them about how happy she was with Logan and about finally meeting his family.
She had run into Alec but, they had not talked very much.
She was still a bit miffed that Freak Nation was independent from her now, in spite of the fact that she had created it.
She could rant and rave about Alec's flawed and delusional character all that she wanted but, she would be the first to admit that he was the ideal candidate for representing their interests. After all, being a leader and a soldier able to blend in any situation was what Manticore had been engineered and trained for. At least this way that lying, endearingly persuasive on occasion, tongue of his, together with his Machiavellian, on occasion dangerous, imagination came in handy.
It wasn't an epiphany, but a very small part of her had hoped that if she stayed away long enough, somebody would called her back to save the day.
But Terminal City didn't need her now that Alec had found his use in the Universe. No hard feelings about that on her part. She was glad for him. Maybe it didn't look like it the most of time, but she considered him as part of her family, and not only because of his likeness to Ben. An annoying, but permanent fixture in her life that she could never completely figure out but, counted on when she needed to.
'' Hey Gem, what about another cup of coffee? Make it full! ''
Max asked the other female transgenic. She had definitely needed it.
