Title: 'Unkind'
Author: Dusty
Rating: R
Summary: Another day in the life of our favorite transgenics while Terminal City is under siege. This is a Max POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel, but I would be interested in buying the rights. I have $1.57 in change that I found in my couch and a 1984 Jeep Wagoneer with the driver's side door smashed in and the transmission ready to fall out. Fair trade? Also, the lyrics are from "Every You Every Me" by Placebo. Excellent song.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I have tendonitis in both elbows right now, so typing hurts like a bitch. That's why this is so short. Also, I wasn't looking forward to writing this cuz I knew it would be hard to get out. Max and I don't get along. She thinks I'm a slut for getting Alec naked in all my fics and I think she's a moron for not getting Alec naked on the show. We just don't see eye to eye.
Author's Note, part deux: This is a question for those who have read my other Dark Angel fics: You'll notice the writing style is different with this one. I've made an effort to write like a normal human being. Also, I've been sleeping fairly well lately, so I'm not an insomnia-crazed lunatic. Should I continue, or only write when the Magic Sleep Fairy forgets where I live?
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"Like the naked leads the blind
I know I'm selfish
I'm unkind
Sucker love I always find
Someone to bruise
And leave behind"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's a very good reason why everyone hates this post in the North Quadrant: it's windy as hell. The wind whips across the roof, sending the gritty dirt and other debris flying. It gets in your eyes, your mouth, everywhere. Alec is squinting as he looks over the edge of the roof at the police barricade on the other side of the perimeter fence across the street. Me? I barely notice. The grain of sand that just lodged itself in my eye is the furthest thing from my mind right now. The enormity of what I've been doing for the past two weeks just hit me and I'm still a little stunned.
Not the stand off with the police. I've been hunted practically my entire life. This is just on a much larger scale, that's all. No, what's got me spun is what I've been doing with Alec. Sleeping with him. Living with him. I slept with him not six hours after I sent Logan, the love of my life, out of Terminal City and possibly out of my life for good, for God's sake! But try as I might, I can't seem to feel guilty for that.
And I did try, believe me. I should feel guilty. Logan's done a lot for me. Put Eyes Only's reputation on the line by publicly backing the transgenics, put his own safety on the line time and again. Logan loves me. And I loved him. I still do, really, but it's not the same anymore. So much has changed in such a short amount of time. My priorities have changed. I'm not just Max anymore. I'm part of a group. A group that is in very serious trouble. A group that Logan doesn't belong to. That makes a difference. It shouldn't, but it does. Maybe that makes me a hypocrite, but it's the truth.
But where the hell does Alec fit into all this? Why did I start this with him? The short answer to that is because I want him. He's sexy as hell and when you peel back that smart ass veneer, he's an amazing person. But do I love him? No, no I don't. I easily could, though. Which is good, because Alec has made it clear that he has no intention of going anywhere. That night after our romp in the bathtub, he came back to my room with me and never left. The next day I had come home after sentry duty in the much less windy East Quadrant to find his few possessions tossed in a corner and a note on the bed asking me to be back by 10:00 that night so I could watch old X-Files reruns with him. The man likes his TV.
My reverie is shattered when a slightly larger piece of debris lodges itself in my right eye. My eye immediately starts watering. I try to gently remove it, but I just can't seem to get it and the tears start streaming down my face. I swear and Alec looks over at me.
"Here, let me see," he says as he scoots back from the edge of the building and slinks over to me, careful not to be seen by the cops below. He kneels in front of me, taking my face in his hands and examining my eye.
"Look up," he tells me, and I comply. For once I decide not to argue. His thumb gently touches whatever's in my eye and rolls it out. I sigh and blink my eye a few times to clear it of all excess moisture. Then I realize he's still holding my face, his own not six inches away, eyes the color of storm clouds. This is one of those perfect moments that seem to last far longer than they actually do. Unfortunately, these moments always seem to get interrupted.
"Oh, God, will you two get a room?" Mole's disgusted voice breaks in. I'm about to ask him what he's doing up here, when I remember he's here to relieve us. "Have you even been watching the barricade?" he continues.
"Of course I have Mole," Alec responds. "Even a transgenic needs a little recovery time and Maxie here isn't much for pillow talk. Had to keep myself occupied somehow." He shoots me a smirk. Mole and I both roll our eyes.
"All's quiet on this front, even if it is more windy than usual. Have fun," I tell Mole as I shove Alec ahead of me, heading for the stairs. When we get to the bottom, I turn to go down the hallway that leads out of the building, but I stop when I feel an arm snake around my waist from behind. Alec turns me around so I'm facing him and his hands cup my face again, picking up where we left off on the roof. The kiss is soft, almost reverent. Not the type of kiss you'd expect from someone like Alec. But Alec is full of suprises. When it's over I sigh and reluctantly open my eyes. He steps away, reaching down for my hand, our fingers lightly entwining.
"So," he says as we start walking down the hallway, "it's almost 2 o'clock. Wanna go see what's on TV?"
end.
A/N, part the third: Wow is this story ever pointless! I did this chapter to explain why Max did what she did in the first chapter, but I totally failed. I tried to have a little chat with her about it, but she smacked me and told me that she doesn't know why she does a lot of the things she does and I should just mind my own goddamn business. I don't think I'll be writing any more Max POVs, yo.
Author: Dusty
Rating: R
Summary: Another day in the life of our favorite transgenics while Terminal City is under siege. This is a Max POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel, but I would be interested in buying the rights. I have $1.57 in change that I found in my couch and a 1984 Jeep Wagoneer with the driver's side door smashed in and the transmission ready to fall out. Fair trade? Also, the lyrics are from "Every You Every Me" by Placebo. Excellent song.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I have tendonitis in both elbows right now, so typing hurts like a bitch. That's why this is so short. Also, I wasn't looking forward to writing this cuz I knew it would be hard to get out. Max and I don't get along. She thinks I'm a slut for getting Alec naked in all my fics and I think she's a moron for not getting Alec naked on the show. We just don't see eye to eye.
Author's Note, part deux: This is a question for those who have read my other Dark Angel fics: You'll notice the writing style is different with this one. I've made an effort to write like a normal human being. Also, I've been sleeping fairly well lately, so I'm not an insomnia-crazed lunatic. Should I continue, or only write when the Magic Sleep Fairy forgets where I live?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Like the naked leads the blind
I know I'm selfish
I'm unkind
Sucker love I always find
Someone to bruise
And leave behind"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's a very good reason why everyone hates this post in the North Quadrant: it's windy as hell. The wind whips across the roof, sending the gritty dirt and other debris flying. It gets in your eyes, your mouth, everywhere. Alec is squinting as he looks over the edge of the roof at the police barricade on the other side of the perimeter fence across the street. Me? I barely notice. The grain of sand that just lodged itself in my eye is the furthest thing from my mind right now. The enormity of what I've been doing for the past two weeks just hit me and I'm still a little stunned.
Not the stand off with the police. I've been hunted practically my entire life. This is just on a much larger scale, that's all. No, what's got me spun is what I've been doing with Alec. Sleeping with him. Living with him. I slept with him not six hours after I sent Logan, the love of my life, out of Terminal City and possibly out of my life for good, for God's sake! But try as I might, I can't seem to feel guilty for that.
And I did try, believe me. I should feel guilty. Logan's done a lot for me. Put Eyes Only's reputation on the line by publicly backing the transgenics, put his own safety on the line time and again. Logan loves me. And I loved him. I still do, really, but it's not the same anymore. So much has changed in such a short amount of time. My priorities have changed. I'm not just Max anymore. I'm part of a group. A group that is in very serious trouble. A group that Logan doesn't belong to. That makes a difference. It shouldn't, but it does. Maybe that makes me a hypocrite, but it's the truth.
But where the hell does Alec fit into all this? Why did I start this with him? The short answer to that is because I want him. He's sexy as hell and when you peel back that smart ass veneer, he's an amazing person. But do I love him? No, no I don't. I easily could, though. Which is good, because Alec has made it clear that he has no intention of going anywhere. That night after our romp in the bathtub, he came back to my room with me and never left. The next day I had come home after sentry duty in the much less windy East Quadrant to find his few possessions tossed in a corner and a note on the bed asking me to be back by 10:00 that night so I could watch old X-Files reruns with him. The man likes his TV.
My reverie is shattered when a slightly larger piece of debris lodges itself in my right eye. My eye immediately starts watering. I try to gently remove it, but I just can't seem to get it and the tears start streaming down my face. I swear and Alec looks over at me.
"Here, let me see," he says as he scoots back from the edge of the building and slinks over to me, careful not to be seen by the cops below. He kneels in front of me, taking my face in his hands and examining my eye.
"Look up," he tells me, and I comply. For once I decide not to argue. His thumb gently touches whatever's in my eye and rolls it out. I sigh and blink my eye a few times to clear it of all excess moisture. Then I realize he's still holding my face, his own not six inches away, eyes the color of storm clouds. This is one of those perfect moments that seem to last far longer than they actually do. Unfortunately, these moments always seem to get interrupted.
"Oh, God, will you two get a room?" Mole's disgusted voice breaks in. I'm about to ask him what he's doing up here, when I remember he's here to relieve us. "Have you even been watching the barricade?" he continues.
"Of course I have Mole," Alec responds. "Even a transgenic needs a little recovery time and Maxie here isn't much for pillow talk. Had to keep myself occupied somehow." He shoots me a smirk. Mole and I both roll our eyes.
"All's quiet on this front, even if it is more windy than usual. Have fun," I tell Mole as I shove Alec ahead of me, heading for the stairs. When we get to the bottom, I turn to go down the hallway that leads out of the building, but I stop when I feel an arm snake around my waist from behind. Alec turns me around so I'm facing him and his hands cup my face again, picking up where we left off on the roof. The kiss is soft, almost reverent. Not the type of kiss you'd expect from someone like Alec. But Alec is full of suprises. When it's over I sigh and reluctantly open my eyes. He steps away, reaching down for my hand, our fingers lightly entwining.
"So," he says as we start walking down the hallway, "it's almost 2 o'clock. Wanna go see what's on TV?"
end.
A/N, part the third: Wow is this story ever pointless! I did this chapter to explain why Max did what she did in the first chapter, but I totally failed. I tried to have a little chat with her about it, but she smacked me and told me that she doesn't know why she does a lot of the things she does and I should just mind my own goddamn business. I don't think I'll be writing any more Max POVs, yo.