Disclaimer: No, I dont own the Dark Angel Characters but they're sure fun to play with!
Rating: Still PG13...man I thought I was gonna get into the smut a lot sooner. You'd think so after reading the first chapter. The story took a unexpected turn though. Let's see how this plays out.
Summary: Max breaks down, and Alec picks up the pieces. Can he put them together?
Summery 4 Chapter: During desprete times, Alec's got to be the hero. Now he has to battle fate and time to save her, but how long can he last "running wounded"?
Pairing: Max/Alec cause they set the screen on fire!
Reviews: Thanks guys so much for the reviews! They really make my day!!!
***This, my friends, is the continuation of "Shaken, not Stirred." Like most of you, didn't like "Healing" that much after I finished writing it. I really had no intention what-so-ever to continue it. So, here you go!***
Pulse, pulse, pulse....
Blood weakly pumped beneath his finger...
"Max...Max!" he yelled as he felt everything around him for the first time. It was the worry, fear, and odds weighing him down that made every breath, every echo, every pulse, enhansed by the power of three. The words seem to ooze from his lips like he was speaking in slow motion. She wouldn't wake when he shook her, ever since whatever had a hold of her had let go, and she temporarily stopped seizing. Suddenly, everything went all too fast.
"MAAAAXXX!!"
"She's gonna die, she's gonna die" his thoughts drawled.
"Max, please don't die, don't die..." he chanted, his voice growing louder in volume. Frantically he hoisted her up in his arms, her arms flailing limply. Kicking open his apartment door he bolted out with Max in his grasp. She need to go to the hospital now.
He would've been running blindly if it weren't for his cat like vision. In some ways, he still was.
A Car. He needed a car to get her to the hospital. He didn't have one. Break into one? No, the silent alarm would have the sector police on his ass in a quick minute. His only real option was to run for it. He only hoped he would make it in time.
Pound, pound, pound....
His steps pounded the pavement, Max's arms swaying limply. She looked like a doll. A fragile porcelain doll with her face deathly white and her cheeks blotchy and pink. He didn't know how long he could carry her weight at these speeds. As her life slipped away so did the oxygen from his muscles and the will to work from his lungs.
Pound, pound, pound....
Soon he ran so fast and so long that each step was a heavy blow upon himself. It wouldn't be long before he'd hurt himself to much to go on. It was as if he nestled his own wound in his arms instead of the girl he looked upon. She was a part of him now, and her pains were just as lethal to him.
"Your killin' me Maxie" he whispered as he ran on.
He tried to keep his mind focused. He tired to fight the hazy wave of exhaustion dragging him down. The light at the end of the tunnel refreshed him. The hospital dimly lit wasn't much father.
He had made it. He laid Max down carefully on the wet cement floor before he collapsed down himself, feverishly panting for air as his muscles started to spasm. Running like that, for so long, wasn't the smartest thing Alec had ever did, and he wouldn't done it for anyone but Max.
Crawling the short distance on his knees to the clear glass doors he banged as frantically as he could muster, for he was still recovering himself.
"Let, let me in.." He coughed.
He leaned himself against the door tiredly beating his fist. Hospital orderlies gathered around and looked through the glass plane, their faces gray with the dim emergency surplus lighting the hospital was running on. Their eyes darting worriedly between some sickly girl lying on the ground and a desperate man requesting entrance. It was a strange site to behold in the dark and rain. An elderly nurse moved to let him in, but was stopped by a young looking doctor. Yelling through the glass his voice was muffled but Alec still heard him.
"I'm sorry! We can't let you in! Blackout procedure! No new patients can be admitted-" he started but stopped at the looked Alec had shot him. He continued, starting to stutter "I'm s-sorry. Th-there's a hospital a few blocks over...maybe-" he stopped again, because no one was listening.
Alec had crawled back to Max who was soaking from lying in the rain. He held her hand in his own and tried to warm them in her breath...she was cold. Alec turned his gaze to the circle of hospital orderlies looking at him with pity through the plane glass doors. On them he fixed a stare cold enough to freeze. Still holding her hand he screamed
"She's gonna die!!! Do you understand that!" He yelled standing up and walking toward their guilty faces.
"I wont let her die!!!"
"I-I'm sorry sir..Hhospital blackout pro-"
"Fuck your Hospital blackout procedure! LET ME IN! SHE'S NOT GONNA DIE!!!"
He was becoming furious. There was no way he would stop after trying so hard, comming so far. They were gonna let him in whether they like it or not. Using the bulk of the strenth he had left, he slammed himself against the glass plane. The orderlies gasped in fear.
BAM! BAM! BAM!...
Alec thrashed at the door losing the last once of his sanity, screaming curses of frusteration. He could've crumbled in tears when the door would'nt give. Him comming here, trying to save Max's life, was all in vein. Not even him, an X-5 could break the reinforced glass.
"Sir! Sir! Please stop!....sir?...sir?" the doctor began.
Alec was back kneeling next to Max. She was completely pale now, the pink blotchiness gone from her face. His tears pooled over his eyes and onto her cheeks, but the rain made it so you couldn't tell. Alec didn't believe in God. He didn't think he could ever believe, until till now. Alec cast his eyes up to the black cloudy sky, blinking away raindrops. He only said one word as the people in the hospital looked on.
"Please...." he whispered.
Maybe he was lucky, or maybe someone heard him, but to everyone's surprise, the rain stopped. After three long wet days, the rain, had actually, stopped. The side effect of this was as simple as a light blinking. Something flashing red, snapping Alec's gaze from the sky. He looked around frantically. "Jim's Jelly Donuts" read in bright neon letters, across the street.
Blink, blink, blink...
The sign blinked and not to much later the rest of the lights in the city were blinking with it. And when the blinking soon stopped, everyone knew the power was back. Alec, in awe, sighed in relief as the dim, gray hospital lights shone a bright white.
Alec kept his gaze on Max as hospital workers rushed out and picked her up. They hurriedly ran her into the hospital. Holding her hand as he ran with her stretcher he could only say one thing.
"Thank you."
But he wouldn't be thankful for long...
*Hmm, what happens next? A few more twists and turns that may surprise you! Stick around!*