Dark Angel
Title: Revelations
Rated: PG
Spoilers: Season 1
Disclaimer: None of the characters in the TV Series that are mentioned in this fan fiction belong to me other than the ones created out of the blue. They belong to Jim Cameron and Co. I have no money other than the piggy bank I have behind my bed, so don't sue me.
This is my very first Fan Fiction, and I'm not into the whole writing a story thing. I'm more of a reader/reviewer type of person, so if the story seems lopsided, I apologize.
Summary: The story takes place 2-3 months after "And Jesus Brought A Casserole." Max is held in Manticore under Madame X's watchful eye, while Logan hides his emotion through work and at the same time receiving financial aid from someone quite unexpected....
Opening Scene
Manticore Laboratory
Madame X: How is X5-452 doing?
Dr. Ryder: Being put in close observation this past couple of months, as we expected, she's doing
exceptionally well.
Madame X: Is she responding to the treatment?
Dr. Ryder: Unfortunately no. She's fighting it. She's fighting it hard.
Madame X: It wasn't difficult with the other female X-5.
Dr. Ryder: Well the other X-5 wasn't shot down, died, and brought back to life by the one they
call "Big Brother"
Madame X: I see your point.
Dr. Ryder: She's very despondent, and has quite a mouth.
Madame X: But have we learned anything about her so far?
Dr. Ryder: We don't know the last name she goes by, nor her contacts, and she still won't give
out a single location to any of the other X-5's and their wher.....
Madame X: Don't waste my time on what you don't know, and tell me about what you do.
[Dr. Ryder stays silent]
Madame X: [Disappointed] I see, you have nothing. Nearly 3 months and you found nothing.
Dr. Ryder: We're doing our best.
Madame X: Well if this is your best, I suggest you beg for your life. We are on tight observation
among the committee, and after the huge fiasco X5-452 pulled off 3 months ago, it jeopardizes
everything Manticore and I have built.
Dr. Ryder: Yes ma am.
Madame X: Good. Now go back and prove me wrong.
Fogle Towers
[Door bell rings off of Logan's apartment, and Logan, who is in his wheelchair, opens the door]
Mr. Steele: Logan Cale?
Logan: This is he. What do you want?
Mr. Steele: My name is Mr. Steele, we spoke on the phone.
Logan: Yeah, I remember. Come in.
[Logan escorts Mr. Steele to the dining room.]
Logan: So what exactly is this all about?
[Mr. Steele places his briefcase on the table, opens it, and takes out several documents and hands
them to Logan]
Logan: What's this?
Mr. Steele: You won't know till you read it.
Logan: [Shocked] It's a deed.
Mr. Steele: Yes, it is.
Logan: I don't understand. Everything has been confiscated by the ....
Mr. Steele: [Cuts Logan] I know, but this is entirely different. What you're holding in your hands
are documents stating everything you own. There's no catch, no strings. These things belonged to
your mother and now...to you.
Logan: My mother?
Mr. Steele: Yes.
Logan: There must be some kind of mistake, if something like this belonged to my mother, I
would've known.
Mr. Steele: That isn't entirely true. I was advised if anything would've happen to Cale Industries,
and your financial status, I would come over and hand this to you. Of course, the incident
regarding your Uncle's company happened months ago, we were off shore getting all the required
documents ready to bring to you. It took longer than expected.
Logan: Off shore?
Mr. Steele: Hm mmm. Your businessman-of-a-father worked all-round. He set up businesses all
around the world representing 32 different countries. Your mother of course, owned 65% of your
father's corporation.
Logan: Why? She's not the business type.
Mr. Steele: He trusted her more so than anyone he's ever met. Plus, it was to separate himself
from his snobbish family. Excuse the tone.
Logan: None taken.
Mr. Steele: The money wasn't really all that important to your father...your mother too. He did it
mainly for you, and because he was just too good at it.
Logan: That's pops for you.
[Mr. Steele searches through his briefcase once more and then hands Logan an envelope. As
Logan takes it from his hand, opens it, and reveals a bank statement and two keys. One to a safe
deposit box, the other to a storage place. Logan is surprised by the amount in the Bank Statement
and how well his old Man actually kept this from his uncle.]
Mr. Steele: I have another engagement to attend to. I'll leave you with all this and my card. If you
have any questions, please, give me a call.
Logan: Yeah. [Still taking it all in]
[Madame X's Manticore office]
Madame X: [Angrily] I been around asking nothing but questions and unfortunately, 99.9%
responded with no answers. So tell me, have you found anything on this clown yet?
Lt. Oreal: No. As we suspected, he's smart and he's good. He covers his tracks well.
Madame X: Lydecker may have been in charge of the Manticore X series for 2 decades, but
computer genius he is not. He had help, and I have a good idea who.
Lt. Oreal: Eyes Only?
Madame X: Eyes Only.
Lt. Oreal: I've observed his work since you've contacted me. A lot of his work.
Madame X: And...
Lt. Oreal: Well, he's solved a lot of cases most people would just throw in the corner to collect
dust. He sets a goal, he gets it done. Skillfully I might add. I've tried tracing back several of his
hacks the past 6 ½ months, and with all my experience, he has the most paranoid fire walls that I
have ever seen. It'll take me years if not forever to figure out and break everything down. And
even if I do, the location we get might not even be his.
Madame X: But it isn't impossible? So there's a chance.
Lt. Oreal: Eyes Only may be just another cigarette for you to step on Renfro, but this guy is
serious, and with that means serious business. If he was behind the lab explosion, he knows
things, a lot of things about Manticore and how we work, so there's a huge chance a cable hack
can go on and Eyes Only will blur out and reveal everything.
Madame X: That's why you're here. To keep that little theory of yours from happening. So if you
know what's good for you, you'll find him.
Lt. Oreal: Then what?
Madame X: Torture him until he tells us everything.
Lt. Oreal: With this guy, he'd probably die first.
Madame X: If there's a will, there's a way.
Logan's Apartment
[Evening]
[While it's raining, Logan does his typical routine of staring out the window reflecting on the days
events, and at the same time, thinking of Max.]
[Door slams]
[Logan paying no attention hears Bling call out his name, but continues to ignore.]
Bling: [Looks around for Logan] Logan, are you here? [Finds him] There you are man.
Logan: Bling. Hey.
Bling: [Notices the wheelchair] What's the use of the exoskeleton when you don't even use it?
Logan: Somehow, walking doesn't seem all that important anymore.
Bling: You wanna talk about it?
Logan: About what?
Bling: Don't play dumb Logan, especially with me. You gotta talk about this sooner or later.
Logan: [Sad tone] Why? Why even bother. It doesn't change anything.
Bling: Maybe not, but you'll feel hell of a lot better than you are now. I know you feel partially
responsible and.....
Logan: Don't. [Cutting in] Please don't.
Bling: Not only are you my boss, you're my friend above all else. You continually close yourself
from everyone. It's unhealthy.
Logan: Don't tell me what's healthy for me or what not. I've been doing fine on my own.
Bling: What the hell is that suppose to mean?
Logan: Nothing.
Bling: Sometimes I wonder whether this is just about Max, but I realize now it's more. And losing
Max has open up a lot of painful wounds that you've covered under you for so long. I saw it
coming a mile away, but I had no idea how deep it was till right now.
Logan: Please go.
Bling: Logan.
Logan: Go.
[Upset, Bling silently turns around and leaves.]
[Logan wheels himself to his computer room and takes out a beautifully carved wooden box out
of his drawer. Hesitating, he opens it and takes out his mother's locket and with some deep
sadness in his eyes, placed it around his neck. Ten minutes later, after putting the exoskeleton on,
he grabs the address to the estate that was given to him and heads out.]
Original Cindy's Crib
[Original Cindy is on the phone when suddenly somebody knocks on her door.]
Original Cindy: [Opens the Door] Bling?
Bling: Hey
Original Cindy: Whatcha doin here?
Bling: I need your help.
Original Cindy: [To the phone] Homegurl, I'll call you back. [Facing Bling] What can Original
Cindy do for you?
Bling: [With a worried look] Logan.
Original Cindy: Logan.
Bling: Need I say more?
Original Cindy: [Curious] What's going on with Logan? Precious don't talk to me much.
Bling: He doesn't talk much to anyone... Precious? You call him Precious?
Original Cindy: Well yeah, is that a problem?
Bling: No. Of course not. [Hiding a little bit of jealousy.]
[Sitting on the couch, they start talking about Logan's problem]
Original Cindy: Damn! It's that serious huh?
Bling: Yeah, he's hiding it as always. I don't know how much longer he can keep this up. I have
this feeling he's going to emotionally break down. That or explode.
Original Cindy: Have you talked to Syl and Krit about this?
Bling: No, they barely know Logan. No one knew Logan as good as Max did.
Original Cindy: Where are they anyway?
Bling: Manticore never traced Max to the warehouse, so their still taking residence there. As well
as Lydecker.
Original Cindy: You tellin me that the monster that torture my boo is still walkin and talkin?
Something is definitely up.
Bling: There are reasons he's still alive.
Original Cindy: Better be good, cuz if I see him, Original Cindy gonna give him a smackdown.
Bling: Noted.
Original Cindy: So where's Logan, gonna have a little chat with precious.
Bling: Probably at his place, what are you gonna say to him?
Original Cindy: Nothing, I'll just listen. And if not, I'll stare.
[Original Cindy heads over to Fogle Towers. She knocked, but no one answered. The door was
locked and closed, but with luck, Bling handed her his key so Original Cindy could come in. As
expected, no one was home, Original Cindy looked around to see where he might be and noticed
a yellow writing pad on the dining room table. Without hesitation she grabbed a pencil and
smeared the horizontal part of the pencil on the pad and it revealed an address, next thing you
know, she heads out and over to the address.]
Outside the gate of a very large estate
[Standing right outside the gate, Logan carefully observes the fine crafted sculptures surrounding
the estate, surprised that none of them were stolen. Still hesitant to go in, Logan finally has the
courage to do so. Right before he walks through the gate, he wipes the dirt off the sign next to
the gate, and it reads "Ocean View," the name of the estate. Walking through the freshly cut
grassed, he wonders how anyone has kept the place in good condition. Next thing he knows, a
middle-aged man, somewhere around late 50's early 60's moves in from behind him]
Logan: [Startled] Hello.
[The old man stands and just stares.]
Logan: I didn't mean to barge in unannounced. Everything kinda went a little too...
Arthur: Mr. Cale, I've been expecting you for a very long time. My name is Arthur. The
groundskeeper. A friend or more so, a friend of your mothers.
Logan: My mother. [Skeptical] Interesting, everyone seems to know more about my mother than I.
Arthur: That's because we do. She was taken from you when you were a child, you barely got the
chance to really know her.
Logan: [Uncomfortable] I don't mean to be rude, but talking about my mother to a perfect
stranger is something I don't do, so please, just tell me what exactly is this place?
Arthur: As you wish. [His eyes directed to the estate] This place belongs to your parents that took
your father 5 years to fully restore.
Logan: They've never taken me here.
Arthur: Oh they have. See that tree over there?
Logan: [Looks over to the directions] Yeah. So?
Arthur: Your parents would have a picnic right under that tree with you, eating peanut butter and
jelly. I remember you loved that.
Logan: I can't... [Trying to recall some type of recollection]
Arthur: You were young, very young.
Logan: Do you mind if I look around this place on my own?
Arthur: You don't have to ask me, you own it.
[Looking around, Logan begins to feel more disoriented as ever before. Not knowing how to take
it all in, he does what he normally does, shut everyone and everything out till something more
urgent comes a calling, and there it was...]
Original Cindy: Damn Precious! One hell of a crib you got here.
Logan: Original Cindy. [Surprised] What are you doing here? Better yet, how did you find me?
Original Cindy: That ain't important. So...
Logan: So...
Original Cindy: How you doin?
Logan: Alright. You?
Original Cindy: Good. No, that's a lie. Original Cindy committed a sin and said a lie. I ain't doing
good, cuz I miss Max. I miss my boo a lot, and I know you do too, so stop with the silent-brooding act and talk to me about it. I ain't even gonna say anything, Original Cindy just listens.
Logan: Bling?
Original Cindy: What did Original Cindy just say?
Logan: Bling [Convinced]
Original Cindy: My lips are sealed.
Logan: [Laughs]
Original Cindy: [Smiles]
[Logan searches the corridors of the mansion, astound with the detailed carvings and lavish
antique furniture filling the wide open spaces, he starts talking. To himself and loud enough for
Original Cindy to hear.]
Logan: My whole life, everything was handed to me. Born to a life of privilege they say. With all
the money I had, the car, the house, the right people I was expected to know, none of it made me
happy. When my parents died, I've always felt that I did something wrong, like I deserved it or
something. When they died, I died with them. My mother did nothing but good her entire life,
and in exchange, they destroy her. My father may have been called a tycoon in his business savvy
world, but at home, he was the greatest dad, my dad. [Faces Original Cindy] You can talk you
know.
Original Cindy: [Smiles] If you say so. You don't talk about them much...hell, you don't talk
about them at all.
Logan: It wasn't till I met Max when that part of me became alive again. I started to feel
comfortable mentioning my parents in small but frequent conversations we'd have together.
Original Cindy: You were married once though, you didn't feel that with her, what's that girls
name, Daphne?
Logan: No, Valerie. She was, I guess you can say, a failed attempt for acceptance. My uncle
Jonas and company has always urged me to settle down. I enjoyed Val's company, I liked her a
lot. I questioned many times whether I loved her, and even though I've said it, it didn't feel right.
I guess her playing me was a God-given gift. And Daphne, well, she was a college infatuation...it
all worked out for the best.
Original Cindy: How was my Boo any different? Not just cuz she got some black-helicopter dudes
after her [Realizing what she just said] Logan, I'm sor...
Logan: It's alright, your Boo, as you so eloquently put it, always caught me in my game. She was
never afraid to express concern or her thoughts. Confident, beautiful, intelligent. I've never met
anyone like her.
Original Cindy: [Agreeing] You could say that again.
Logan: [Closes his eyes] I held her. Held her in my arms. [Flashes of the night Max was killed]
She tried telling me something, I didn't want her to say it, I told her it can wait. I just thought
maybe if she didn't tell me, then they'll be a chance...a chance...
Original Cindy: She may still be alive [Finishing his sentence]
Logan: Pretty selfish huh?
Original Cindy: Precious, I've known you a while, and you can never be selfish even if you tried.
Logan: You sound like you believe that.
Original Cindy: I do. I've seen what you do for people. How you help them regardless of your
own safety.
Logan: My safety was never a concern of mine.
Original Cindy: Well it should be. Cuz Precious won't be any help for the world if your dead.
Logan: [Chuckles] Well, since you put it that way.
End of Act I
Writers Notes: I'd just like to clarify that Original Cindy is still unaware that Logan is