"Neutral Territory"
Part 5
The True Cat
Disclaimer: Just about all of the characters and storylines belong to Fox and anyone else evolved with Dark Angel but the other things are from my own mind.
Summary: Fifth chapter. This one is a review of Deck and Claire's past, It will probable continue to the next chapter.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Occurs after "411 on the DL".
Rating: PG A/N: Sorry this was so late in coming, I've had it written out for months it's just that this was originally a Zack story and well… Deck has kind of taken over my mind (fingers crossed that Fox will use their brains and bring him back for next season PLEASE!) and so I'm kind of lost, so ALL suggestions are welcome to where this should go next. And as always REVIEWS ARE MOST WELCOME!
***** It had been a good night. Lydecker had taken Claire out to a small noodle bar. It hadn't been very fancy but the practicality of it just screamed "Donald Lydecker". The food was good and Claire noticed that it was a good place to meet people inconspicuously.
Although they walked in silence, both Claire and Lydecker had thoughts of each other running through their heads. The relationship between the two of them was one that not many could understand, not even Max. As Lydecker had said that morning, he was kind of like her adopted father and yet, he was something more. In no way was it a sexual relationship, although Claire had to admit to playing with the idea on a few occasions. She never minded having a Sugar Daddy but in this case she had come to the conclusion that it would just further complicate her life.
As they walked hand in hand (the noodle bar had only been a few blocks away and it was one of the safer sectors) Claire reflected on how their fragile relationship had begun.
Claire had only known the truth about Max for a few months when she got to meet the then infamous, Colonel Donald Lydecker. Her first impression of him once realising who he was had been one of amused shock. How could Max have been scared of the little man? Max would have to be equal if not taller than the man that stood before her and with her knowledge of Max and her abilities, she had wondered why Max and her siblings hadn't just snapped his neck. That of course was before she had known the real Deck.
**Flashback**
Claire was standing on the edge of a hall, letting a trolley full of laundry past. Her arms, full of her many research papers before being shoved from behind.
Claire caught a glance of a uniform as she fell hard onto the floor, sliding along it before she hit a wall. The papers from her arms went flying and as Claire attempted to calm herself down, she could hear various bits of paper still fluttering down around her.
"Bloody hell, why don't you watch were your going!"
Claire didn't give a damn if it was a sector cop. She wasn't in the mood for their crap. She looked up to see not a sector cop but a man in military uniform in front of her. During her so far short stay in Seattle, Claire had learnt that mouthing off at the sector police was accepted, everyone did it to some degree but the military was a different story altogether. Claire had to restrain herself from yelling at the young man and demanding to know who his CO was. She instead busied herself with the long task of picking up her many pages of research.
She continued to gather the hundred of bits of paper that littered the floor around her as someone approached. She could feel the presence of the solider that had pushed her, standing in front of her. He showed no intention of helping her instead, he was standing, watching her, daring her to look up at him or to say something. Both Claire and the solider jumped as the approaching man spoke. From the way that the solider reacted she guessed that the man was the soldier's commander. The man's voice was calm and in control yet the tone was deadly.
Claire returned to the task at hand, ignoring the two men before her. Claire wasn't an overly emotional person but at that point she couldn't help a small tear running down her cheek. She had spent so many hours, months even, collecting the information, then sorting through it, highlighting important sections, it was the thing that had led her to Max. And to have it all ruined in seconds was as frustrating as it was upsetting. Claire stopped momentarily to catch her breath and settle herself. The two men in front of her were simply continuing their conversation.
Finally, she had had enough. Her papers still coved the hall and neither men showed any indication they would help her any time soon. She slowly made her way towards them, gathering papers as she went, but really, Claire was trying to find out who they were and what they were talking about.
The shorter of the men appeared to be giving orders to other, who according to his uniform held the rank of officer. Occasionally the officer would respond with a firm "Sir, yessir" and addressing the man as Colonel.
"Well at least I out rank the one that shoved me, well used to," Claire said quietly to herself
Claire always made a point of carrying her I.D with her even though she wasn't with the military, it got her through sectors and other areas her Jampony pass couldn't. Slowly standing she took the last few steps towards to two men.
End of Part 5
Part 5
The True Cat
Disclaimer: Just about all of the characters and storylines belong to Fox and anyone else evolved with Dark Angel but the other things are from my own mind.
Summary: Fifth chapter. This one is a review of Deck and Claire's past, It will probable continue to the next chapter.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Occurs after "411 on the DL".
Rating: PG A/N: Sorry this was so late in coming, I've had it written out for months it's just that this was originally a Zack story and well… Deck has kind of taken over my mind (fingers crossed that Fox will use their brains and bring him back for next season PLEASE!) and so I'm kind of lost, so ALL suggestions are welcome to where this should go next. And as always REVIEWS ARE MOST WELCOME!
***** It had been a good night. Lydecker had taken Claire out to a small noodle bar. It hadn't been very fancy but the practicality of it just screamed "Donald Lydecker". The food was good and Claire noticed that it was a good place to meet people inconspicuously.
Although they walked in silence, both Claire and Lydecker had thoughts of each other running through their heads. The relationship between the two of them was one that not many could understand, not even Max. As Lydecker had said that morning, he was kind of like her adopted father and yet, he was something more. In no way was it a sexual relationship, although Claire had to admit to playing with the idea on a few occasions. She never minded having a Sugar Daddy but in this case she had come to the conclusion that it would just further complicate her life.
As they walked hand in hand (the noodle bar had only been a few blocks away and it was one of the safer sectors) Claire reflected on how their fragile relationship had begun.
Claire had only known the truth about Max for a few months when she got to meet the then infamous, Colonel Donald Lydecker. Her first impression of him once realising who he was had been one of amused shock. How could Max have been scared of the little man? Max would have to be equal if not taller than the man that stood before her and with her knowledge of Max and her abilities, she had wondered why Max and her siblings hadn't just snapped his neck. That of course was before she had known the real Deck.
**Flashback**
Claire was standing on the edge of a hall, letting a trolley full of laundry past. Her arms, full of her many research papers before being shoved from behind.
Claire caught a glance of a uniform as she fell hard onto the floor, sliding along it before she hit a wall. The papers from her arms went flying and as Claire attempted to calm herself down, she could hear various bits of paper still fluttering down around her.
"Bloody hell, why don't you watch were your going!"
Claire didn't give a damn if it was a sector cop. She wasn't in the mood for their crap. She looked up to see not a sector cop but a man in military uniform in front of her. During her so far short stay in Seattle, Claire had learnt that mouthing off at the sector police was accepted, everyone did it to some degree but the military was a different story altogether. Claire had to restrain herself from yelling at the young man and demanding to know who his CO was. She instead busied herself with the long task of picking up her many pages of research.
She continued to gather the hundred of bits of paper that littered the floor around her as someone approached. She could feel the presence of the solider that had pushed her, standing in front of her. He showed no intention of helping her instead, he was standing, watching her, daring her to look up at him or to say something. Both Claire and the solider jumped as the approaching man spoke. From the way that the solider reacted she guessed that the man was the soldier's commander. The man's voice was calm and in control yet the tone was deadly.
Claire returned to the task at hand, ignoring the two men before her. Claire wasn't an overly emotional person but at that point she couldn't help a small tear running down her cheek. She had spent so many hours, months even, collecting the information, then sorting through it, highlighting important sections, it was the thing that had led her to Max. And to have it all ruined in seconds was as frustrating as it was upsetting. Claire stopped momentarily to catch her breath and settle herself. The two men in front of her were simply continuing their conversation.
Finally, she had had enough. Her papers still coved the hall and neither men showed any indication they would help her any time soon. She slowly made her way towards them, gathering papers as she went, but really, Claire was trying to find out who they were and what they were talking about.
The shorter of the men appeared to be giving orders to other, who according to his uniform held the rank of officer. Occasionally the officer would respond with a firm "Sir, yessir" and addressing the man as Colonel.
"Well at least I out rank the one that shoved me, well used to," Claire said quietly to herself
Claire always made a point of carrying her I.D with her even though she wasn't with the military, it got her through sectors and other areas her Jampony pass couldn't. Slowly standing she took the last few steps towards to two men.
End of Part 5