By Shikasta
Spoilers: Anything's fair game in my view although this is an AU
Disclaimer: The characters of Dark Angel are owned by Twentieth Century Fox Television and Cameron Eglee productions. In laymen's terms: Don't own them but by god I wish I did.
Italics = flashback
Chapter One – The Siege of SeattleAlec stood atop the pile of rubble that was once the space needle surveying the shell of Seattle, once a beautiful city, now a victim of war. For 2½ years they had fought the humans everyday hoping that would be the last death, the last bomb, the last killing. Alec was weary, he still looked youthful and fresh his battle scars having faded into a memory but his presence had changed, his eyes giving away the horrors he had seen. Alec had become a leader and he had suffered for it emotionally, physically and mentally, he was no longer the Alec that Max had named so many years ago. Like the city he to had become a shell, both their beauties fading with the ravages of war.
Hope clamoured up the rubble to stand by her father and gently took his hand, they stood in silence both thinking about the mate and mother who was out there somewhere searching for her lost child.
"Will mummy ever come back?" Hope asked.
Alec squeezed her hand "One day, and she'll bring Faith with her."
The whirr of the bomb alerts sounded and a voice screamed "incoming". Alec quickly snatched up Hope and ran down the rubble making his way to a shelter before the new round of bombing began. The army intended to take back Seattle but if they ever managed it there would be nothing to take back.
Alec sat in the bomb shelter clutching Hope closely to him his eyes darting around to look upon the other faces, none showing fear except for the few humans among them. He had to get back to command having stayed at the needle too long, although it was now just a pile of rubble it was still his sanctuary, still the place he went to ask the tough questions and to be with Max.
With every explosion dust would sprinkle down creating a fine coating on the shelters occupants. Alec looked around quickly then shouted to Fin an X5 medic "Fin, I need you to look after Hope, when the bombing stops find someone to take her back to Layla, I've got to get back to command."
"In this!" Fin exclaimed loudly over the noise.
"Yeah, in this" Alec confirmed handing Hope to Fin.
"Daddy don't go," she screamed at a whisper.
"Hope remember we've got to be brave, Fin'll look after you" he soothed and he gave her one last hug before exiting the shelter.
As he ran he could hear the whistling of the tank ammunition as it ripped through the air landing with a solid thud before exploding and sending brick flying. Alec was weaving amongst the damage and flying debris his head covered by his hands, his eyes darting around to pick up any incoming. Command was two blocks away and although he had done this kind of thing often, every time he attempted it he wondered if this would be it his nine lives all used up.
He entered a shaking command, dust swelling all around, and as he shook his head free of the annoying granules he allowed the verbal reports to assault his ears.
"They're bombing four sectors including this one" Jazz hollered above the noise "They've never bombed so many at one time"
"They've had enough, like we have" Alec shouted back the room shaking again as another bomb hit "All we can do is sit it out" he then grabbed Fizz "once this is over I want you to get the war council and sectors heads together, this one caught us off guard, it's possible they might be considering another land assault." He looked over at Luke "How's communications holding up?"
"They've knocked us out again, only five sectors still active, I've already got people on it but its going to take longer with this bombing."
"Just tell them to get it up" Alec shouted then took a seat with the rest of command and waited it out.
An hour had passed and the humans had decided to give it a rest for a while. Fizz started his long trek to round up 30 odd transgenics that couldn't be contacted due to their lack of communications. As the dust settled transgenics from the four sectors hit spilled out onto the streets to survey the damage and check for anyone who may have been injured. To an outsider it would be seen as horrifying, how ordinary their actions looked, after 2½ years this was the transgenics way of life.