Disclaimer: All characters from the FOX show Dark Angel featured in this story belong to James Cameron.
Father
Those words…
Got a bad feeling you were going to tell me...you were my...
There they were again.
Ever since that night he couldn't so much as think of her without hearing those words…
Got a bad feeling you were going to tell me...you were my...
Spoken from the mouth of a soldier and yet…uttered from the lips of a tormented child.
She hated him.
They all did, he knew that.
Hell…he hated himself
Father?
He had said and it had been truth. At least in her case anyway…
I would never presume to pollute the gene pool.
I can't tell you what a relief that is for me. She had said.
Her relief near broke his heart that night and he was glad she was not his real child…though if he had told his real child he was not his father his reaction would undoubtedly have been the same.
Had he done so wrong?
Was it wrong to want a piece of yourself to live on in another?
Had it been wrong of him to give Max her eyes? Or for him to…
I would never presume to pollute the gene pool.
Lies.
Pollute the gene pool he had.
And paying for it he was.
Zack…my son
Lydecker thought, as a tear slid down his cheek.
Author's Note: This story was never intended to be a great piece of writing. It was written purely to get the idea of Lydecker being Zack's father out there, which I feel it achieved. Thanks for reading and feel free to review.