1 Neutral Territory
Part 1
The True Cat
Disclaimer: Just about all of the characters and storylines belong to Fox and anyone else evolved with Dark Angel but the other things are from my own mind.
Summary: These events are similar and based on episode from season one of Dark Angel but with the introduction of my own character. Events that take place are seen in a different perspective.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Occurs after "411 on the DL".
Rating: PG
*****
In a club a girl waits nervously for someone she has only met once in her life.
The bar wasn't that dissimilar to Crash, the bar she normally went to with the rest of the gang, it had the same basic layout. The only main difference was that you didn't just come here to chill with friends after a hard day slogging it out, you came here to dance. It was her kind of place, she lived for music. Not the type that gave you a headache after ten minutes but the pre-pulse kind of stuff, the kind that was boppy with cheesy lyrics but still holding a strong beat that could get just about anyone's hips moving.
This was her place. The others had been here once or twice with her but they either couldn't keep up with her or were just to tired to be bothered to.
Right now she was sitting at the bar. Rum and coke in one hand, the other resting on its cool polished surface. She was a little over twenty and an attractive girl, average height with her white blonde hair neatly pulled up in an style that would take most hairdressers hours to do. She was slim with curves in all the right places to give her a stunning but not exaggerated figure. Her most striking features though were her eyes and lips and she knew it. She wore little make-up but what she did wear highlighted these perfectly. Someone had once told her that people paid hundreds of dollars to have fat injected into their lips so they would look like hers, after hearing that she took extra care in showing them off to those unfortunate people. Her eyes though were something that couldn't be replicated. Her father had always said that she had cat's eyes and that is just what they were. They weren't big eyes but they were dazzling. Outlined with long eyelashes they had the ability to change from sky blue to nearly hazel within a second depending on her mood, what she was wearing, and the weather outdoors. Tonight they were the deepest of greens.
She had been back in Seattle for less than a month and her fresh tan and stunning looks had kept the dance partners coming but tonight things were different.
"Hi, Claire. How are you?"
She turned to face Drew, a guy that were there most nights and had been one of the few that she hadn't been able to tire out on the club's dance floor.
"Oh hello, Drew, good thanks and you?"
"Not too bad. If you've almost finished your drink how about a dance?"
"You really need to get yourself a new pick up line," she said chuckling
"Why bother when it works every time."
"Sorry to crush that ego of yours, but not tonight it won't."
"Oh, come on just one dance," he said almost pleading
"Sorry, I can't, waiting for someone and noone you know so don't bother asking."
"Well, can he dance?"
"I don't know, I've only met him once."
"Well, if he is a disappointment or he doesn't show, you know where to find me, but don't leave it too late."
"I will, and don't worry you're not the first I've had to turn down so he better show up soon."
"Bartender, get this beautiful young lady another one of these." He gestured to her nearly empty glass. "And you," he said turning back to her, "behave."
She answered to this by shoving him in the direction of the dance floor with a smile.
"Thanks, Barney," was the only reply she gave as she was handed another rum and coke. After taking a small sip she once again scanned the room for any new arrivals. She was half way across the room when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned to see the person she had been waiting for, and she smiled. He had longish blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His strong chin went with his physical build. He was taller than she was but not by much.
"Hi , I'm Claire and you must be Sam."
The startled expression on his face said it all, but it was exactly what she had been expecting.
"Sorry, do I know you?"
"Yeah, we met once when you worked at JamPony, I'm a friend of Max" A flash of recognition pasted across his face as he remembered her from the day they had met.
"So what have you been up to since your short stay at JamPony"
"Nothing much," was the all he said in a flat tone of voice, indicating that he didn't want to talk.
"Family business?" she questioned him as she took another sip from her drink.
A look of surprised shock passed across his face, this pleased her.
"Well, Max said that few people could surprise you but by the look of it, I'm one of the luck few!"
He knew he had lost all control of the situation and it scared him. He decided to make a get away while he still could.
"Well, I've got to go now, but if you see Max tell her I did show up."
"Well, why don't you come with me and tell her yourself. That is why she sent me," she said as she finished her drink.
"She sent you?" he replied relaxing slightly thou still on guard and puzzled.
v "Yes, she did but we can't talk here so how about a dance?"
"A dance? That isn't something I do."
"Really? Well, I'm sure I can change your mind."
With that she took his hand and led him onto the dance floor. The music was up-beat and happy and the floor was full of people. Once they got near the centre she stopped him and turned him to face her. As she began to dance and get into the music, he just stood still watching her, not really knowing what to do.
"Come on, dance," she called above the music.
"I don't know how."
"Sure you do, everyone does. Just close your eyes and just listen to the music."
He closed his eyes for a moment and did as she said.
"I can't do this, it's a waste of time," he said as he re-opened his eyes and turned to return to the bar.
"Sure you can, look come here."
She pulled him close and wrapped her arms around his neck. He tried to pull back, alarmed at how close she was.
"Don't worry ,it's okay I wont hurt you" She laughed. "Just copy me, do what I do."
As she swayed her hips and he followed; he slowly got into it. Claire couldn't help looking into his eyes and laughing. They had the glazed effect of complete concentration.
"So where did you learn to dance like this?" he asked.
"I taught myself," she replied. "But eight years of dance classes never disappears."
Just then the song ended and a slow one took it's place. They both looked slightly embarrassed but continued dancing, rocking slowly in time with the music. After a few minutes she allowed herself to rest her head on his shoulder. He was warm but she could tell by the way he was holding her that he wasn't use to this kind of contact and that he was nervous. Just as she lifted her head and smiled at him, she noticed an old friend had just entered the club, and her face fell.
"What, am I doing something wrong?" he asked.
"No, it's just, well, Donald just walked in."
"Donald?" he asked smiling with a questioning look on his face.
For a moment she didn't reply but when she did the expression on his face became the total opposite to what it had been only a few moments earlier.
"Zack, we have to get you out of here now. Donald Lydecker has just showed up for a visit."
Part 1
The True Cat
Disclaimer: Just about all of the characters and storylines belong to Fox and anyone else evolved with Dark Angel but the other things are from my own mind.
Summary: These events are similar and based on episode from season one of Dark Angel but with the introduction of my own character. Events that take place are seen in a different perspective.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Occurs after "411 on the DL".
Rating: PG
*****
In a club a girl waits nervously for someone she has only met once in her life.
The bar wasn't that dissimilar to Crash, the bar she normally went to with the rest of the gang, it had the same basic layout. The only main difference was that you didn't just come here to chill with friends after a hard day slogging it out, you came here to dance. It was her kind of place, she lived for music. Not the type that gave you a headache after ten minutes but the pre-pulse kind of stuff, the kind that was boppy with cheesy lyrics but still holding a strong beat that could get just about anyone's hips moving.
This was her place. The others had been here once or twice with her but they either couldn't keep up with her or were just to tired to be bothered to.
Right now she was sitting at the bar. Rum and coke in one hand, the other resting on its cool polished surface. She was a little over twenty and an attractive girl, average height with her white blonde hair neatly pulled up in an style that would take most hairdressers hours to do. She was slim with curves in all the right places to give her a stunning but not exaggerated figure. Her most striking features though were her eyes and lips and she knew it. She wore little make-up but what she did wear highlighted these perfectly. Someone had once told her that people paid hundreds of dollars to have fat injected into their lips so they would look like hers, after hearing that she took extra care in showing them off to those unfortunate people. Her eyes though were something that couldn't be replicated. Her father had always said that she had cat's eyes and that is just what they were. They weren't big eyes but they were dazzling. Outlined with long eyelashes they had the ability to change from sky blue to nearly hazel within a second depending on her mood, what she was wearing, and the weather outdoors. Tonight they were the deepest of greens.
She had been back in Seattle for less than a month and her fresh tan and stunning looks had kept the dance partners coming but tonight things were different.
"Hi, Claire. How are you?"
She turned to face Drew, a guy that were there most nights and had been one of the few that she hadn't been able to tire out on the club's dance floor.
"Oh hello, Drew, good thanks and you?"
"Not too bad. If you've almost finished your drink how about a dance?"
"You really need to get yourself a new pick up line," she said chuckling
"Why bother when it works every time."
"Sorry to crush that ego of yours, but not tonight it won't."
"Oh, come on just one dance," he said almost pleading
"Sorry, I can't, waiting for someone and noone you know so don't bother asking."
"Well, can he dance?"
"I don't know, I've only met him once."
"Well, if he is a disappointment or he doesn't show, you know where to find me, but don't leave it too late."
"I will, and don't worry you're not the first I've had to turn down so he better show up soon."
"Bartender, get this beautiful young lady another one of these." He gestured to her nearly empty glass. "And you," he said turning back to her, "behave."
She answered to this by shoving him in the direction of the dance floor with a smile.
"Thanks, Barney," was the only reply she gave as she was handed another rum and coke. After taking a small sip she once again scanned the room for any new arrivals. She was half way across the room when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She turned to see the person she had been waiting for, and she smiled. He had longish blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His strong chin went with his physical build. He was taller than she was but not by much.
"Hi , I'm Claire and you must be Sam."
The startled expression on his face said it all, but it was exactly what she had been expecting.
"Sorry, do I know you?"
"Yeah, we met once when you worked at JamPony, I'm a friend of Max" A flash of recognition pasted across his face as he remembered her from the day they had met.
"So what have you been up to since your short stay at JamPony"
"Nothing much," was the all he said in a flat tone of voice, indicating that he didn't want to talk.
"Family business?" she questioned him as she took another sip from her drink.
A look of surprised shock passed across his face, this pleased her.
"Well, Max said that few people could surprise you but by the look of it, I'm one of the luck few!"
He knew he had lost all control of the situation and it scared him. He decided to make a get away while he still could.
"Well, I've got to go now, but if you see Max tell her I did show up."
"Well, why don't you come with me and tell her yourself. That is why she sent me," she said as she finished her drink.
"She sent you?" he replied relaxing slightly thou still on guard and puzzled.
v "Yes, she did but we can't talk here so how about a dance?"
"A dance? That isn't something I do."
"Really? Well, I'm sure I can change your mind."
With that she took his hand and led him onto the dance floor. The music was up-beat and happy and the floor was full of people. Once they got near the centre she stopped him and turned him to face her. As she began to dance and get into the music, he just stood still watching her, not really knowing what to do.
"Come on, dance," she called above the music.
"I don't know how."
"Sure you do, everyone does. Just close your eyes and just listen to the music."
He closed his eyes for a moment and did as she said.
"I can't do this, it's a waste of time," he said as he re-opened his eyes and turned to return to the bar.
"Sure you can, look come here."
She pulled him close and wrapped her arms around his neck. He tried to pull back, alarmed at how close she was.
"Don't worry ,it's okay I wont hurt you" She laughed. "Just copy me, do what I do."
As she swayed her hips and he followed; he slowly got into it. Claire couldn't help looking into his eyes and laughing. They had the glazed effect of complete concentration.
"So where did you learn to dance like this?" he asked.
"I taught myself," she replied. "But eight years of dance classes never disappears."
Just then the song ended and a slow one took it's place. They both looked slightly embarrassed but continued dancing, rocking slowly in time with the music. After a few minutes she allowed herself to rest her head on his shoulder. He was warm but she could tell by the way he was holding her that he wasn't use to this kind of contact and that he was nervous. Just as she lifted her head and smiled at him, she noticed an old friend had just entered the club, and her face fell.
"What, am I doing something wrong?" he asked.
"No, it's just, well, Donald just walked in."
"Donald?" he asked smiling with a questioning look on his face.
For a moment she didn't reply but when she did the expression on his face became the total opposite to what it had been only a few moments earlier.
"Zack, we have to get you out of here now. Donald Lydecker has just showed up for a visit."