Blah blah, Kiss kiss
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
Code: M/Z
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Dark Angel belongs to Cameron, Eglee, and FOX.
A/N: Thanks to everyone for all of the great reviews!
Blah blah, Kiss kiss, Chapter 3
by pari106
While Max stood in the living room, Zack was standing in the kitchen, watching the storm through the
window over the sink.
He looked from the window and then to the cabinets nearby. Then back to the window. Then back to the
cabinets. Debating.
Then, finally, he thought 'the hell with it' and reached in, pulling out a couple of glasses. A few moments
later he'd found a bottle of wine.
He took a deep breath, and glanced warily at the doorway.
Zack wasn't used to this sort of uncertainty. He was always sure of himself and his surroundings. He had
to be or people could die. He had to keep his head in the game or Manticore would win. He was totally in
control at all times.
Except when he was around Max.
Because being around Max was a whole different game altogether.
He didn't like the way she unsettled him, even as he admitted to himself that her ability to do that to him
was probably what kept him wanting more. He was always telling her she should be more like him –
follow the rules. But he knew the thing that fascinated him about her the most was the way she'd managed
to break out of the mold Manticore had made for her. He envied the ease with which she made a life for
herself – a real life. One with real people in it, not just other soldiers or casual acquaintances you couldn't
even tell your real name. He'd told her often enough that that kind of life was going to get her killed –
actually, he'd meant it. He still meant it. But he envied her anyhow. He told her it was foolish to stick
around Seattle, but when she refused to leave, he stuck around, too. Watching her.
He wasn't even certain as to when all this happened. When he went from wondering how Max could live
the way she did, to wondering what it would be like if he could live that way, too. With her. He wasn't
certain when her determination to be "normal" had stopped being absurd, and had started being endearing.
Nonetheless, he was standing there, uncertain. And not knowing what to do with the uncertainty.
So he stood there, debating. He looked from the wine, and then to the door. And then back to the wine…
Then, when he realized what he was doing, again, he cussed, horrified.
'Oh, for fuck's sake…'
Was he a soldier or wasn't he?
Then he walked up to the doorway…and stopped in his tracks.
Max was standing there by the window, watching the same rain he'd been watching only moments before.
Her dark hair was shining in the firelight, which illuminated everything else about her, as well: her eyes,
her skin…
Maybe that was a trick question.
Then he shrugged it off.
'Suck it up, soldier,' he ordered himself, finally striding into the room.
He had to keep his head in the game. Especially now that the ball was finally in his court.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
Code: M/Z
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Dark Angel belongs to Cameron, Eglee, and FOX.
A/N: Thanks to everyone for all of the great reviews!
Blah blah, Kiss kiss, Chapter 3
by pari106
While Max stood in the living room, Zack was standing in the kitchen, watching the storm through the
window over the sink.
He looked from the window and then to the cabinets nearby. Then back to the window. Then back to the
cabinets. Debating.
Then, finally, he thought 'the hell with it' and reached in, pulling out a couple of glasses. A few moments
later he'd found a bottle of wine.
He took a deep breath, and glanced warily at the doorway.
Zack wasn't used to this sort of uncertainty. He was always sure of himself and his surroundings. He had
to be or people could die. He had to keep his head in the game or Manticore would win. He was totally in
control at all times.
Except when he was around Max.
Because being around Max was a whole different game altogether.
He didn't like the way she unsettled him, even as he admitted to himself that her ability to do that to him
was probably what kept him wanting more. He was always telling her she should be more like him –
follow the rules. But he knew the thing that fascinated him about her the most was the way she'd managed
to break out of the mold Manticore had made for her. He envied the ease with which she made a life for
herself – a real life. One with real people in it, not just other soldiers or casual acquaintances you couldn't
even tell your real name. He'd told her often enough that that kind of life was going to get her killed –
actually, he'd meant it. He still meant it. But he envied her anyhow. He told her it was foolish to stick
around Seattle, but when she refused to leave, he stuck around, too. Watching her.
He wasn't even certain as to when all this happened. When he went from wondering how Max could live
the way she did, to wondering what it would be like if he could live that way, too. With her. He wasn't
certain when her determination to be "normal" had stopped being absurd, and had started being endearing.
Nonetheless, he was standing there, uncertain. And not knowing what to do with the uncertainty.
So he stood there, debating. He looked from the wine, and then to the door. And then back to the wine…
Then, when he realized what he was doing, again, he cussed, horrified.
'Oh, for fuck's sake…'
Was he a soldier or wasn't he?
Then he walked up to the doorway…and stopped in his tracks.
Max was standing there by the window, watching the same rain he'd been watching only moments before.
Her dark hair was shining in the firelight, which illuminated everything else about her, as well: her eyes,
her skin…
Maybe that was a trick question.
Then he shrugged it off.
'Suck it up, soldier,' he ordered himself, finally striding into the room.
He had to keep his head in the game. Especially now that the ball was finally in his court.