Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or any of it's characters.
A/N: I've never written a Dark Angel story before but when the inspiration strikes this is what you get.
The screams "Alec's been shot!" ran through the command center. 541 ignored them while lowering the hurt X5 slowly on his knees.
"We're here. We're safe," 541 whispered to his friend.
"John, take the kid. Find Max. It's now your job," the green eyes stared at him, more serious than ever before. "Protect him. Promise me!"
"I'll protect him. I promise. I'll also kick your ass if you die now," 541, John, swore and ran his fingers through his hair, clearly not happy.
"Deal." Shot and tired, the green eyes closed as he fell down, unconscious. John managed to grab him so that he would land on the concrete floor softly, not hurting himself more.
John stared at his friend for a second longer and then put up his manticore walls. Completely focused on the mission thrusted upon him, 541 opened his friend's, his hurt best friend's, jacket and carefully lifted a baby with black hair, bee-stung lips and green eyes.
The baby didn't need to focus on him to know something was wrong. The air was cold compared to X5 body heat, the smell of blood penetrated everything and shouts of "Medic!" replaced the steady beat of a heart. The small face scrunched up and a half a second later a piercing cry could be heard across the command center as other transgenics rushed to stop the bleeding.
"It's okay, kid. Don't worry. He'll be fine. Hey, he's been through worse. This is nothing," 541 said with a soft voice as he tried to calm the less than month old baby down. His eyes, however, told everyone who was looking, that he didn't quite believe it himself. "He'll be alright in no time."
A/N: Short and sweet, meant to be that way.