DISCLAIMER: Dark Angel doesn't belong to me.

STORY TITLE: Death Day Party.

SETTING: This is set mid or late seasons three.

SUMMARY: A year since Rachel's death.

Max walked into to crash and scanned the bar. She spotted OC and Sketchy talking over some beer. " Hey, so what did I miss?"

" Absolutely nothing, this place is sulking."

" So what about some pool,"

" The tables are being used," Sketchy said indicating a group of rowdy men with the sticks. " Besides pool just not fun with out Alec."

" He's not here, on a Friday Night?"

"Well he did call in sick today." OC said.

"Oh please he ain't sick," Max, said pouring her some beer. " He's most likely with some Bimbo."

" If I didn't know you any better I'd say you want his company."

" Not even," she said shaking her head, " it's just that if Alec stays home from work it's usually because he's in trouble or depressed about…" she stopped talking in the middle of her sentence.

" What is it Boo?" OC said noticing her sudden pause.

" Something just came to my attention." she walked pout of the bar leaving OC and Sketchy totally confused. What she remembered was the date; it was exactly a year ago when Rachel died. He was so hurting so badly when that happened, she wanted to comfort him and tell him that she understood what he was going through but he wanted to pretend it never happened.

Flasback

(At Jam Pony, Max approaches Alec at the lockers.)

MAX: Hey.

ALEC: Hey, Max.

MAX: Listen...if you ever want to talk...

ALEC: About what?

MAX: About anything.

ALEC (smiling): Now why would I want to do that?

MAX: Just consider the offer open.

ALEC: All right. Listen...thanks for saving my ass.

MAX: You're all right?

ALEC (smiling, after a pause): I'm always all right.

End flasback.

No I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way
The story goes
You always smile but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows
Yes it shows

That was what he said 'I'm always alright.' She hated than line because she knew he wasn't all right, how could he be? He didn't even want to talk about it. She knew talking didn't erase anything what happened but it helped to 0ease the pain.

Max arrived at his apartment and knocked, he came shortly after and rolled his eyes when he saw it was her. " What do want?"

She pushed him aside and let herself in. " nothing really." She looked around his place. She saw various bottles of rum and beer on his kitchen counter. " Does that help at all?"

" Can you leave," he said holding the door open, " like now."

" I'm not going anywhere."

He sighed. " Max I don't want you here."

" I know you don't but I want to be here."

He closed the door. " Fine stay," he took a bottle of Absolute Vodka and went in his room and close the door behind him. He knew if she wanted to come in she break down the door. And she did, " Gosh what is your problem?"

" I'm not the one with the problem."

" Exactly, so why don't you let me deal with my problems my own way."

" Alec you can't even get drunk," she said softly and taking a seat at the foot of his bed.

He knew she was right, he could drink bottles upon bottles and he still would be able to remember everything that happened. He didn't say anything he just turned his face away. " Max just leave me alone."

No I can't forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrow
When I had you there
But then I let you go
And now it's only fair
That I should let you know
What you should know


" I'm not letting it go this time."

He felt a single tear trickle down his face, " what do you want me say," he aid with his face still turned. " Do you want me to say how much I loved her, how much it hurts just to think about it or how often I wish I was the one on that deathbed."

" It a start," she moved up closer and lay next to him. " You can act like I'm not here just talk about it you'll feel better."

" I'm glad you're here." He said turning to face her.

" I'm glad I'm here too." She took his hand and looked at him and smiled.

Note: I had nothing to do so I wrote this. This is my first html loading, I used this so you could see where the song began and ended. This story is not supposed to continue, but if I get reviews telling me how to continue and I might.

PS and if any of you all by chance read my story " Weak" I'm giving you permission to use LANA ( the girl I made up ) in a story. And tell me so I could read it. The thing is I like the character but I didn't know what to do with the story after.