Title: Future
By: Vona
E-mail: Joshysgurlie15@aol.com
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Disclaimer: I own Dark Angel. That's exactly the reason I write fan fiction instead of scripts for the show:) No James Cameron and Eglee own it.
Summary: This is just a little pov story I wrote and an extra scene for Love Among the Runes. It's Alec's pov.
Future
I stared at Bigg's hanging form and my heart blanched. Biggs, he was the smart one, the good one, the one who deserved to live more than the rest of us transgenics, with the exception of Max. He didn't have a chance. He was ganged up on and he was alone. Now here he was, hanging upside down from a bridge in Sector 7, beaten to death on display for everyone to see. If only I had contacted him sooner or found him faster, he would still be alive. I looked over at Max, who's chocolate brown eyes were wide with horror. I knew we were thinking the same thing. This is it. The start of the war, humans vs. transgenics. Is this what we had to look forward to? Death, long, slow, and painful deaths to be displayed on for others to see us for the freaks we are? Max was shivering next to me, her face etched with sadness. She couldn't hide her feelings as well as I could. At least from me. I always knew what she was feeling. I took her hand and interlaced our fingers. She looked up at me and I knew she could tell what I was thinking. She was the one person I couldn't always hide my feelings from. My shield didn't seem to be any good against Max Guevera. Biggs was my best friend. We had a good friendship, lots of funtimes together. Our assignments had been bad, but we always had a great time together on the off hours. Max squeezed my hand in comfort and then we went back to studying the fire and Biggs. We eventually left the scene, feeling like it wasn't safe to be on the streets.
Max and I rode to the space needle. We parked our motorcycles and I followed her to the roof. We sat in silence for a while. I felt a sense of foreboding wash over me. We would all die one day. I know that, but Biggs was so young. His death was so senseless. We had just started to have a real life again. I could feel Max's steady coffee brown eyes watching me carefully.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I swiveled my hazel eyes onto her.
"I guess... Biggs was a great guy, one of the best. He didn't deserve to die like that. He was my best friend." Max put her arm around me.
"I'm sorry."
"Is that going to happen to us, Maxie?" I was surprised by my voice. It sounded vulnerable, like a small child's. Max looked away.
"Maybe." I could feel the tears in my eyes, but I didn't cry. I couldn't. But Max did. Hot, salty tears were streaming down her face. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I smelled her lavender scented shampoo. Slowly, her tears subsided. We sat together on the space needle roof, hugging each other like the other was a lifeline. I spoke, breaking the silence, "Maxie, you mean the world to me. You, me, and Josh, we're a family. Together to the end. Don't forget it. You're the only one I've got. It looks like your stuck with me." Max took my hand again.
"You're my family too." I kissed her palm as we left the space needle together.
By: Vona
E-mail: Joshysgurlie15@aol.com
Feedback: I live for feedback. I need feedback like I need air.
Disclaimer: I own Dark Angel. That's exactly the reason I write fan fiction instead of scripts for the show:) No James Cameron and Eglee own it.
Summary: This is just a little pov story I wrote and an extra scene for Love Among the Runes. It's Alec's pov.
Future
I stared at Bigg's hanging form and my heart blanched. Biggs, he was the smart one, the good one, the one who deserved to live more than the rest of us transgenics, with the exception of Max. He didn't have a chance. He was ganged up on and he was alone. Now here he was, hanging upside down from a bridge in Sector 7, beaten to death on display for everyone to see. If only I had contacted him sooner or found him faster, he would still be alive. I looked over at Max, who's chocolate brown eyes were wide with horror. I knew we were thinking the same thing. This is it. The start of the war, humans vs. transgenics. Is this what we had to look forward to? Death, long, slow, and painful deaths to be displayed on for others to see us for the freaks we are? Max was shivering next to me, her face etched with sadness. She couldn't hide her feelings as well as I could. At least from me. I always knew what she was feeling. I took her hand and interlaced our fingers. She looked up at me and I knew she could tell what I was thinking. She was the one person I couldn't always hide my feelings from. My shield didn't seem to be any good against Max Guevera. Biggs was my best friend. We had a good friendship, lots of funtimes together. Our assignments had been bad, but we always had a great time together on the off hours. Max squeezed my hand in comfort and then we went back to studying the fire and Biggs. We eventually left the scene, feeling like it wasn't safe to be on the streets.
Max and I rode to the space needle. We parked our motorcycles and I followed her to the roof. We sat in silence for a while. I felt a sense of foreboding wash over me. We would all die one day. I know that, but Biggs was so young. His death was so senseless. We had just started to have a real life again. I could feel Max's steady coffee brown eyes watching me carefully.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I swiveled my hazel eyes onto her.
"I guess... Biggs was a great guy, one of the best. He didn't deserve to die like that. He was my best friend." Max put her arm around me.
"I'm sorry."
"Is that going to happen to us, Maxie?" I was surprised by my voice. It sounded vulnerable, like a small child's. Max looked away.
"Maybe." I could feel the tears in my eyes, but I didn't cry. I couldn't. But Max did. Hot, salty tears were streaming down her face. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I smelled her lavender scented shampoo. Slowly, her tears subsided. We sat together on the space needle roof, hugging each other like the other was a lifeline. I spoke, breaking the silence, "Maxie, you mean the world to me. You, me, and Josh, we're a family. Together to the end. Don't forget it. You're the only one I've got. It looks like your stuck with me." Max took my hand again.
"You're my family too." I kissed her palm as we left the space needle together.