Just a Fling
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or any of the characters sucks to be me.
A/N: I sort of lost direction for a while… but in my flu infested mind an idea popped up.
An Old Friend
"Max?" Biggs gaped in his dead to the world half dazed perplexity; courtesy of half-an-hour of sleep. Last he checked she was lying in her bed. The week long breakdown took her down a notch, shark DNA or not. He didn't expect her up for another few hours at the least, beside that fact he didn't hear her leave.
"Hell no" the assertive brunette grimaced whilst pushing past Biggs. Unconsciously he rubbed the back of his neck in his sluggishness. 'Sounds like Max…'
He watched as the ever so familiar, yet completely nostalgic, dark haired splendor saunter to Max's bed. She was definitely not Max. Not to say that Max wasn't capable of swaying her hips like that, just not willing. Biggs attention turned back to the spontaneous visitor.
Her delicate shiny gold painted finger nails gently brushed away a strand of fine hair from the face of the sleeping form. Biggs looked away as her cheeks flushed. He shook his head in humor; they were definitely related.
"What are you laughing at?" she hissed. He stepped back in caution; if they were as alike as he suspected things could get pretty chilly. His step back was met with a step of her own. Instantaneously he changed his mind. She definitely wasn't like Max… well aside from the bad attitude act. She was always like that though, hasn't changed one bit since…
"Nothing" he smirked. She rolled her eyes.
"Same old 511" she baited "still sardonic as ever". Her pink tongue lolled on the words.
"Well… I did learn from the very magnificent and unsurpassed master" he sassed back. Just like old times. Things might not be so different.
"Whatever… so not the reason why I am here" she somberly wretched, clearly wanting to make dead of the meat of an 'old friend'. Biggs swallowed quickly, she wouldn't do that… She smirked clearly reading him. Oh she would.
"Really 453? Then why are you here?" he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. He always knew how to change her sore subjects, Sam remembered.
"I go by Sam now, also… don't do that" she looked away coyly. He still knew how to make a girl blush.
"Well I go by Biggs" she laughed trying evidently hard not to wake the clearly bushed out Max.
"Now that… has… got to… be the… funniest… thing I… have ever heard" she managed to spit out between her fits of giggles.
"Glad you think so" he grimly turned for the hall door; she was going to wake Max up. Whilst tearing down his ego of course; another common sentiment between the two. Sam understood and followed him out of the drab damp room.
"I can't believe you actually kept that nickname!" He always thought highly of himself that way. She did once too… 'That was only a summer thing…'
"Well believe it… what brings you to the ugly side of town?" he drawled. This was beginning to turn utterly useless. Always a joke with Sam, always flirting and fooling; that is what made her different from Maxie. Sam was the master flirt, well next to him.
"Actually came to check on my sis, figured she wasn't taking things well… she really loved him, god she's… as dumb as a doorknob." That wasn't the only motive… not that she would tell him that.
Biggs had to grin at her comment. "Ahh" silence. "Well… you look good" he gestured over her attire completely divergent to what Max would wear. She wore tight-fitted black low rise dress pants, and a pink halter top covered by a casual brown leather blazer. Sam always had the girly touch going for her, he could remember.
"You don't hit on my sister this much do you? Cuz if you did… I might have to see you to next Tuesday" she beamed. "Thanks though… you too" she bit off tersely. This was too weird, and compliments were still a gawky area. Then again she was always klutzy around him.
"You're much more…" he gazed over her newly developed curves. She raised her eyebrows in response and gurgled out a giggle; he really, really knew how to make a girl blush.
"Yeah well you don't look so scrawny anymore either… perv" he waggled his eyebrows making her cheeks even rosier than before.
"That's not what I remember you telling m…"
"Biggs!" she shrieked "you did not tell her that...! Did you?" he almost said yes, just for the hell of it. The look on her face… priceless, but his senses relieved him.
"No" he smiled jauntily; she kicked him in the shin. 'God Max and her are alike, they have definitely been hanging out too much' "But I should've" Sam demurely cocked her head. "I just told her we went on a mission once… I mean it's true."
"Well, as long as you don't say a word, I won't hurt you" she looked to the brown stained carpet; it wasn't much different than the wallpaper or anything else in the filthy hallway.
"Hurt me huh? Sure you won't break a nail?"
"Shut-up! I could squash you like a bug…" she smiled; it was just play, nothing more.
"A bug huh?" Smack. "Ouch."
"Wimp" her comebacks were always childish when it came to Biggs. She was really trying to get the right retorts out; they were more like 'asshole'. Some things never change, including the blabbering idiot she was around him.
"Wimpier" he flinched at the insipid words coming out of his lips. She always brought out the kid in him.
"Wimp of all wimps" she suddenly had the urge to cover her mouth with her hands. Even a five year old would have a better retort than 'wimp of all wimps.'
"Well at least I don't go sneaking into guy shower rooms" Biggs watched her face scrounge in disdain, great he hit a nerve. Ahh the memories of their askew teen hood.
"I so did not and you know it! I was just..." she was talking nineteen to the dozen by this point, trying to come up with some bland excuse for that humiliating day.
"Just what?" Sam crossed her arms over her chest and huffed.
"It was your girlfriend's fault, she dared me…" her words sourly slipped from her lips. He saw the anger flash over her eyes, before he could say anything.
"Could you two be anymore immature?" Both transgenics heads spun to the sound of the begrudging voice. A tousled Max leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest; stance similar to that of Sam's.
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"I still don't see why you couldn't wake me up" grouched Max.
"Already told ya, couldn't have if I wanted to. You were out like a bulb" Biggs impassively stated.
"Right… where are we going again?" Max really wasn't ready to talk about her useless week of moping. Aside from that fact, she was over it. Completely and absolutely over that ridicules desire. She came to the conclusion that she didn't need him. He didn't need her, he moved on. So could she and she would, wouldn't she? Max rolled her shoulder uncomfortably, how did things get so screwed up?
"Sam might have got a lead on 224, we're gonna go check it out in Phoenix"
Max watched Sam's usual immoral grin fall from its dignity "Sam, what is it?"
"Nothing Maxie" she smiled falsely. Max could tell, probably had something to do with the identical appearance and similar DNA makeup. 'Hmm must not wanna talk about it, I will have to beat it out of her later…'
"Max?" Biggs leaned between the two front seats of the Black Chevy Trailblazer they jacked a while back. It was actually pretty nice. Black heated leather seats, broken air conditioner, broken air conditioner… stupid desert… stupid air conditioner.
"What?" she asked glancing back away from the road.
"What's Alec's designation?" her grip tightened on the wheel in torment. How could he be asking her that… after… that. Could he not recognize a doomed subject when he hears it? 'God he is stupid!'
Max spun back to the road mood suddenly bitter, her eyes stayed fixated on the road. "Doesn't matter anymore does it?" she snapped with a potent tone.
"Maybe" he said tolerantly, one of them had to be.
"Biggs" she ground.
"494" Sam smacked the center console, hitting the invisible game show button. Max spun toward Sam in annoyance.
"Sam!" Max bellowed filled with anguish, who the hell did she think she was? She was about ready to pull over and teach little sis a little lesson.
"494?" Biggs asked flabbergasted. Max was too busy gaping at Sam to notice.
"Yep" Sam smirked at Max.
"How did…?" Max started.
"Really Max, you'd think you of all people would know that if I wanted to know something, I would find out. Why the hell do you think I left you alone?"
"You didn't!" Sam grimly watched her fuss about it. The only reason Sam continued watching is because she never saw Max so happy. Not even with wheels.
"I did me and the Cinster" Sam was hanging out with the African woman a lot lately. Well mainly since Max started seeing the mysterious, but hot guy. What could she say? Max was busy and she… she was bored.
"OC?!"
"Yeah, gotta say Maxie… you suck. Definitely gotta brush up on your Manticorian book of 'proper' procedures and techniques." She smiled grimly and stuck her tongue out in incorruptibility. Max grunted something incoherent and glued her to the road.
Did Alec know that she knew? Alec. Oh Alec, god what was she going to do. This was not good, no good at all. She couldn't do this. Not like this, pulling at the scab that hasn't even begun to cover. Tears began to glisten over her eyes, hastily she blinked them away. Just because she was being weak, didn't mean she was gonna show it.
"Then again I guess you were too busy sucking face to really notice." Sam tossed lightheartedly. Max's brow furrowed and she felt an uncontrollable urge to pumble her sister.
"So…" Biggs leaned forward to get a better grip on the now awkward situation.
"Shut-up Biggs!" Sam hissed edgily. Last thing she needed right now was Biggs blowing this. The last thing she needed was for Max to run off. Right now she just needed to get to Phoenix and fix things with Max and lover-boy. Was that too much to ask?
A/N: I lost my muse but she found me again! Yay... anyways... if you got any ideas you wanna share feel free! Let me know what you think!