Title: Tempest of Emotions
Chapter One- Prologue I
Summary: When close friends of Max are killed, Max herself is captured, and even her brother is turned against her. Things look bleak indeed. If only that were the end of it.
Rating: PG, may go up, but until then.
Disclaimer: I really, really, REALLY wished I owned Dark Angel… sniff Too bad… if I did, it would be airing 24/7…ah, wishful thinking…
Author's Note: My very first fanfic, so criticism or whatever would be nice. And really miss DA and hope that everyone out there is still fighting to save it! So if you're still fighting, I'm with you! Send in letters, emails, faxes…whatever you can. So keep on fighting to save Dark Angel!!!! Anyways, on to the story…actually it's more of a vignette, which is one of those inner thought tales…well, hope you enjoy it…
How did he feel about her? He hated her, hated everything she had done to him and yet he loved her; he loved everything about her: her hair, her eyes, her face, her fire, her love for life…everything. Each and every aspect about her was endearing to him. His inner conflict raged within himself; he should probably leave, she seemed more and more irritated with him as time went by. There was not a moment, in her presence, that she wasn't yelling at him or criticizing him for his minor faults. He didn't mean to come between her and her lover boy; he was only trying to save himself. Trying to save himself… it seemed like that was all he ever did now; look out for himself. And what was wrong with that? Everybody does that! No. There was absolutely nothing wrong with his attitude. However, if there was nothing wrong; why did she hate him so much? Was it because he looked like Ben? What was he supposed to look like? They were twins after all. Or was it because he was always a "smart- aleck"? Nah, most people liked it, or at least tolerated it. He couldn't bear to tear himself away from her and yet it hurt too much being near her, always hanging around Logan and hoping for a miracle that probably would never come.
He sighed in disgust, he would never figure out why he irritated her so much. It seemed ironic, he laughed, that the one person that drove his twin insane was the same person who was slowly pushing him toward the edge. Did she know what effect, what power she had over him? Nope, cus she would have stop nagging and start…start what? Being nice? He could imagine all he could and he would never see her being "nice" to him and maybe…someday…learning to like him…maybe even love him? Love…he thought bitterly…what a croc! Had he ever truly loved before? Yes, at one time of his life he did love. Rachel. Her name was Rachel. He had met her on one of his missions, or assassinations as she called them, and he fell deeply and truly in love with Rachel. Why did love have to hurt so much? She died because of him, because of his stupid mission to kill her father. He would never forget her and yet, he moved on. Maybe not, maybe it was as someone said, "Time heals wounds, but the wounds are still there". Well, his wounds were still there when he met Max.
He remembered the first time he laid eyes on her. She was breath-takingly beautiful…no, that didn't even begin to describe her. She was… shunning, something he didn't expect when he was assigned to copulate with her. Her eyes, her eyes were the first thing he saw and in them he saw recognition, fear, rebellion and confusion. She thought he was Ben, his twin and his nightmare. She loved Ben, that much could be said from the joyful recognition in her eyes, that died when he bluntly told her that he was 494. She also feared him, probably because Ben was a psycho who enjoyed killing people and… pulling their teeth. The man was insane and it was all her fault. Yes, it was all her fault. She was the reason Ben went nuts and she was the reason he was sent to Psy- Ops to suffer observation, testing and worse of all, brain-washing. He hated brain-washing, that alone drove him half insane; insane, not knowing what he was programmed to do, to feel, to act. He felt helpless like a puppet, daggling on strings pulled by others, but never him. Life sucked that way and he was glad when she burned Manticore to the ground; he finally had the freedom that he craved for and yet it was a bittersweet freedom. Life out in the open world was confusing and it was never black and white. It was only gray. But in time, he would learn to handle that too. Would he ever learn to handle Max? Yeah, right… she loved her freedom too much to be "handled" by just anyone. Ok…would he at least earn her respect and trust? Perhaps…in time…hopefully, in time, she would learn to love him as he loved her. In time, she would understand that everything he did was because of her. In time, everything would be perfect and the world would no longer fear them…in time.
With these comforting thoughts, Alec gazed into the night sky on top of Space Needle. He slowly arose and climbed down, making his way toward his apartment, hoping to catch a glimpse of Max on the way. She would probably never know what he felt for her and hoped for her to feel for him…but maybe, in time, she would. Only time could tell
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