Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel. But I own Alec. (Evil Laugher) (Producers approach was lawyers.) I don't own Alec either. :(

A/N: I think this is my shortest fic.


We Are

"Kid, what's your name?"

"Dalton."

A year. He couldn't believe how far he'd come from being 494.

He didn't ask people's designations. He asked their names. 494 never would have thought for a second to ask a people's name. They weren't people. They were designations. Assassins. Soldiers.

But, he wasn't 494. He was Alec.

And he would fight for his kind.

"My golden boy's a mutant."

"We prefer 'genetically empowered'."


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