Note: This is a continuation of my first crossover story. I don't own these characters; I'm just a fan making a tribute to two great tv series. Please review after reading!!!
Animalistic Nature
A Dark Angel/The Crow: Stairway to Heaven Crossover Event
Part 3: Revelations
Two figures darted from building to building. Voices could be heard ahead, and the figures headed toward that direction. Max signaled Eric to remain quiet and the two ducked down behind a crate. Two sets of eyes peered over the crate and watched as two men were in a discussion.
"The man in the blue coat is the stork." Max whispered to Eric.
Eric nodded, but was fixated on the other guy. "Eric? You there??" Max waved her hand in front of his eyes and received no response.
Eric gritted his teeth and mutterd, "Burdy!" before charging toward the two men.
"Oh....great!" Max mumbled as Eric and the two men entered combat. She jumped from her hiding spot and joined the fight.
That's when Max noticed Eric's features. The whiteness of his face against the darkness around his eyes and mouth, and he seemed to move swiftly. A fist landed at the side of her face and she realized she must have been taken off guard. She feel down to the ground, but angrily shot back up.
"Lucky shot. Too bad you only get one!" She mocked at the one who hit her. It turned out to be the Stork. She crouched downward and used her leg to sweep his out from under him.
Suddenly, Eric's body went into a spasm as bullets riddled his body. Max turned and saw Burdy firing rapidly. As Max reached Burdy to relieve him of the gun, Eric's body collasped. Max ran over to Eric, checking his injuries. Burdy helped up the Stork, and both laughed and took off. Max darted up in their direction. She had decided to let them go, and knelt back down to Eric.
She gazed at him, showing no fear, no sadness, and no pain. She felt as if she was someone else. She placed a hand over the majority of the bullet wounds, and leaned over and kissed Eric, while the other hand stroked his hair.
Logan had gotten impatient. He drove his Aztec down to the area Max and Eric were headed. He jerked his car to a halt and froze when he saw the scene. Max, in the middle of the street, kissing another man. His heart felt crushed. Anger overcame him and he slammed his car into reverse and drove home like a mad man. It didn't occur to him that the body she was kissing wasn't moving or kissing her back.
Max pulled away from a wide awake Eric. She smiled at him, "I knew you wouldn't leave me, Eric. You never would."
Eric reached up and pulled her down for another kiss, "I could never leave you, Shelly."
They released each other again. Max helped him up to his feet, "We should go back." She took his hand, reached up and kissed him again.
"Go back?" He looked at her confusingly.
Max pulled away, looking even more confused. She spun around, "Where the hell did they go?" Eric shook his head. "Damn." Max turned back to Eric, "You've been shot!!"
Eric then realized what happened. Max was Shelly, even if it was briefly. He drew Max's hands away from where the bullet holes once were, "It's ok. We should report back to Logan."
Max nodded and looked up at him. She noticed that his face wasn't white, and the black around his eyes and mouth was gone. She decided not to press it now, since it really didn't bother her. In fact, she felt strange. She couldn't put a finger on it.
The penthouse door slammed and Max's voice rang the air, "Logan?" Eric followed her to the computer area. Logan sat there staring at a blank computer screen. Max felt that something was bothering him.
Max moved to kneel by his side, but was met with being left at that position near the computer when Logan wheeled his way to his room, "Go home, Max!!" He shouted before slamming the door.
Max stood up, glanced at Eric, then dashed off toward the room. Eric didn't bother to follow and get involved.
Max entered the room. Eric seated himself on the couch as the arguing started.
"What is your problem?" Max hissed at him.
"Problem? I'm fine Max, just tired."
"No your not, you slammed the door. Tired people don't slam doors." She crossed her arms, showing that she was waiting for an explanation.
Logan wheeled to face her, Damn. She's so cute when she does that.
Max rolled her eyes impatiently, "Your tired? Fine. I'll leave you to sleep then." And she turned to leave. That's when Logan let it out.
"I bet he's a good kisser, huh? Better than me?" Logan spat angrily.
Max froze. Oh, no. He's seen us kiss? When? She then remembered hearing a car at the scene of the meeting on the street. I knew it. He's spying.
Max uncrossed her arms and moved to sit on the bed, her face going into a pout, "I don't really remember what happened. It was all hazy."
Max's explanation was interrupted when Eric entered, "It's not her fault."
Both looked at Eric. "Oh so you kissed her?" Logan shot out.
"I know why Max is drawn to me....and vice versa."
"Shelly..." Escaped Max's lips. Eric nodded, then motioned to follow him to the computer.
"Shelly was your fiancee, right?" Logan recalled what he read up on Eric.
"More than that." Eric corrected, "She was my soulmate, my best friend.....my everything." Eric pulled up the record on Max. "If the dates are correct, then the day Shelly died was around the time of Max's creation." Eric looked at the two to see if they understood.
Max's eyes went wide, "You mean....." Eric nodded.
"You must have some of Shelly's genes. Enough to be a pathway for her to be in this world." Eric spoke happily.
Logan was speechless as Eric continued, "That's what you saw on the street, Logan. I was overcome with gunshot wounds, and as always, Shelly came through to save me." Eric walked over and grabbed Max's hands, "Tell him, Max."
Max turned to Logan, "It explains this closeness to Eric. And dreams that I've been having. When Eric collasped, I wasn't scared. It was like I knew what to do."
Logan finally spoke, "Do you feel like Shelly now?"
Max paused before answering, "No."
"You say that Shelly comes to you in times of desperation?" Logan turned to Eric, who nodded, "But the other times?"
"There was another time." Max spoke in. "When I first brought Eric here. Before dinner and I was showing him around. In the guest bedroom, we felt a major connection there."
"How major of a connection?" Logan queired.
Max sheepishly grinned and turned to Eric. There eyes met, and both understood to keep their make-out session a secret.
Logan felt uncomfortable as they gazed at each other, but then remembered when he left them alone to talk to an informant, "What did you guys do when I left you alone?"
"We talked." Eric answered quickly.
Logan soon realized that he wasn't going to get a clear answer, so he let it go. He took a mental note about how Shelly comes around during Eric's time of need. "How bout we do something experimental?"
"What do you have in mind?" Max raised an eyebrow concerningly.
"Well, let's see what kind of situations would you react to Eric as Shelly would?"
"Forget it!" Max said as she jumped up and was about to leave. Eric caught her eye and the expression he gave showed that he wanted to see Shelly again. She slumped in defeat, "Alright. But I want to eat first."
"Well, that I can manage." Logan smiled and wheeled to the kitchen, Eric and Max seating themselves on the couch.
Soon Logan was heavily into his cooking the meal, and Max and Eric were heavily into each other.
They were both seated on the couch minding their own business, when suddenly they found themselves wrapped in each others arms. They had entered into another heavy make-out session, only this time touching and exploring was involved.
Logan was abrubtly aware of silence from the other room. He left the kitchen, wheeling toward the "lobby" of his penthouse and found the two in an unsettling postion. Max wound up underneath Eric, who had his hands near her ass and his lips on her chest. Logans eyes darted to Max, who was seemingly enjoying the treatment she was getting.
"What the hell?" Logan blurted out, startling the two, causing Eric to fall to the floor. Max darted to a seated postion, suddenly herself again, and just sat there.
Though, Logan became aware of what happened. Max was suddenly Shelly again. But what had set it off? What was the stimulation? Logan wanted answers, and he knew after dinner, he'd get them. "Dinner's ready." And he turned and wheeled back to the kitchen.
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to be continued
Animalistic Nature
A Dark Angel/The Crow: Stairway to Heaven Crossover Event
Part 3: Revelations
Two figures darted from building to building. Voices could be heard ahead, and the figures headed toward that direction. Max signaled Eric to remain quiet and the two ducked down behind a crate. Two sets of eyes peered over the crate and watched as two men were in a discussion.
"The man in the blue coat is the stork." Max whispered to Eric.
Eric nodded, but was fixated on the other guy. "Eric? You there??" Max waved her hand in front of his eyes and received no response.
Eric gritted his teeth and mutterd, "Burdy!" before charging toward the two men.
"Oh....great!" Max mumbled as Eric and the two men entered combat. She jumped from her hiding spot and joined the fight.
That's when Max noticed Eric's features. The whiteness of his face against the darkness around his eyes and mouth, and he seemed to move swiftly. A fist landed at the side of her face and she realized she must have been taken off guard. She feel down to the ground, but angrily shot back up.
"Lucky shot. Too bad you only get one!" She mocked at the one who hit her. It turned out to be the Stork. She crouched downward and used her leg to sweep his out from under him.
Suddenly, Eric's body went into a spasm as bullets riddled his body. Max turned and saw Burdy firing rapidly. As Max reached Burdy to relieve him of the gun, Eric's body collasped. Max ran over to Eric, checking his injuries. Burdy helped up the Stork, and both laughed and took off. Max darted up in their direction. She had decided to let them go, and knelt back down to Eric.
She gazed at him, showing no fear, no sadness, and no pain. She felt as if she was someone else. She placed a hand over the majority of the bullet wounds, and leaned over and kissed Eric, while the other hand stroked his hair.
Logan had gotten impatient. He drove his Aztec down to the area Max and Eric were headed. He jerked his car to a halt and froze when he saw the scene. Max, in the middle of the street, kissing another man. His heart felt crushed. Anger overcame him and he slammed his car into reverse and drove home like a mad man. It didn't occur to him that the body she was kissing wasn't moving or kissing her back.
Max pulled away from a wide awake Eric. She smiled at him, "I knew you wouldn't leave me, Eric. You never would."
Eric reached up and pulled her down for another kiss, "I could never leave you, Shelly."
They released each other again. Max helped him up to his feet, "We should go back." She took his hand, reached up and kissed him again.
"Go back?" He looked at her confusingly.
Max pulled away, looking even more confused. She spun around, "Where the hell did they go?" Eric shook his head. "Damn." Max turned back to Eric, "You've been shot!!"
Eric then realized what happened. Max was Shelly, even if it was briefly. He drew Max's hands away from where the bullet holes once were, "It's ok. We should report back to Logan."
Max nodded and looked up at him. She noticed that his face wasn't white, and the black around his eyes and mouth was gone. She decided not to press it now, since it really didn't bother her. In fact, she felt strange. She couldn't put a finger on it.
The penthouse door slammed and Max's voice rang the air, "Logan?" Eric followed her to the computer area. Logan sat there staring at a blank computer screen. Max felt that something was bothering him.
Max moved to kneel by his side, but was met with being left at that position near the computer when Logan wheeled his way to his room, "Go home, Max!!" He shouted before slamming the door.
Max stood up, glanced at Eric, then dashed off toward the room. Eric didn't bother to follow and get involved.
Max entered the room. Eric seated himself on the couch as the arguing started.
"What is your problem?" Max hissed at him.
"Problem? I'm fine Max, just tired."
"No your not, you slammed the door. Tired people don't slam doors." She crossed her arms, showing that she was waiting for an explanation.
Logan wheeled to face her, Damn. She's so cute when she does that.
Max rolled her eyes impatiently, "Your tired? Fine. I'll leave you to sleep then." And she turned to leave. That's when Logan let it out.
"I bet he's a good kisser, huh? Better than me?" Logan spat angrily.
Max froze. Oh, no. He's seen us kiss? When? She then remembered hearing a car at the scene of the meeting on the street. I knew it. He's spying.
Max uncrossed her arms and moved to sit on the bed, her face going into a pout, "I don't really remember what happened. It was all hazy."
Max's explanation was interrupted when Eric entered, "It's not her fault."
Both looked at Eric. "Oh so you kissed her?" Logan shot out.
"I know why Max is drawn to me....and vice versa."
"Shelly..." Escaped Max's lips. Eric nodded, then motioned to follow him to the computer.
"Shelly was your fiancee, right?" Logan recalled what he read up on Eric.
"More than that." Eric corrected, "She was my soulmate, my best friend.....my everything." Eric pulled up the record on Max. "If the dates are correct, then the day Shelly died was around the time of Max's creation." Eric looked at the two to see if they understood.
Max's eyes went wide, "You mean....." Eric nodded.
"You must have some of Shelly's genes. Enough to be a pathway for her to be in this world." Eric spoke happily.
Logan was speechless as Eric continued, "That's what you saw on the street, Logan. I was overcome with gunshot wounds, and as always, Shelly came through to save me." Eric walked over and grabbed Max's hands, "Tell him, Max."
Max turned to Logan, "It explains this closeness to Eric. And dreams that I've been having. When Eric collasped, I wasn't scared. It was like I knew what to do."
Logan finally spoke, "Do you feel like Shelly now?"
Max paused before answering, "No."
"You say that Shelly comes to you in times of desperation?" Logan turned to Eric, who nodded, "But the other times?"
"There was another time." Max spoke in. "When I first brought Eric here. Before dinner and I was showing him around. In the guest bedroom, we felt a major connection there."
"How major of a connection?" Logan queired.
Max sheepishly grinned and turned to Eric. There eyes met, and both understood to keep their make-out session a secret.
Logan felt uncomfortable as they gazed at each other, but then remembered when he left them alone to talk to an informant, "What did you guys do when I left you alone?"
"We talked." Eric answered quickly.
Logan soon realized that he wasn't going to get a clear answer, so he let it go. He took a mental note about how Shelly comes around during Eric's time of need. "How bout we do something experimental?"
"What do you have in mind?" Max raised an eyebrow concerningly.
"Well, let's see what kind of situations would you react to Eric as Shelly would?"
"Forget it!" Max said as she jumped up and was about to leave. Eric caught her eye and the expression he gave showed that he wanted to see Shelly again. She slumped in defeat, "Alright. But I want to eat first."
"Well, that I can manage." Logan smiled and wheeled to the kitchen, Eric and Max seating themselves on the couch.
Soon Logan was heavily into his cooking the meal, and Max and Eric were heavily into each other.
They were both seated on the couch minding their own business, when suddenly they found themselves wrapped in each others arms. They had entered into another heavy make-out session, only this time touching and exploring was involved.
Logan was abrubtly aware of silence from the other room. He left the kitchen, wheeling toward the "lobby" of his penthouse and found the two in an unsettling postion. Max wound up underneath Eric, who had his hands near her ass and his lips on her chest. Logans eyes darted to Max, who was seemingly enjoying the treatment she was getting.
"What the hell?" Logan blurted out, startling the two, causing Eric to fall to the floor. Max darted to a seated postion, suddenly herself again, and just sat there.
Though, Logan became aware of what happened. Max was suddenly Shelly again. But what had set it off? What was the stimulation? Logan wanted answers, and he knew after dinner, he'd get them. "Dinner's ready." And he turned and wheeled back to the kitchen.
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to be continued