Revelations
Title: Revisiting The Past
Summary: AU. In post-Pulse Seattle, Max struggles to find her father only to find a lot more than expected. Max/Alec
Pairing: Max/Alec
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that appear in Dark Angel, I only own those that I've made up
Rating: PG for now
Spoilers: Not yet
A/N: This is an AU fic where I've turned the Pulse into a nuclear bomb incident that Manticore caused. Take in mind that this is my first fic and if I've stuffed up, tell me, even if it's constructive criticism. Expect the unexpected - Crash Angel
At home I wasn't aware of it being an only child void of much social interaction. That was until I entered Pre-School.
The second my hand left my mother's, I knew, I was different. I observed the other children caught up in their oblivious bliss, their young selves delighted with the many facilities the school had to offer.
They would chase each other round the playground and they would topple onto the floor when they were caught and they would giggle elatedly before they repeated the procedure over and over again.
That was I saw, and that was when I felt left out. They possessed a somewhat childish innocence that I lacked.
I remember the first day of pre-school so very distinctively even at that young age. I remember it all. I was introduced to all those other kids, faces flushed after running around. I remember eyeing them warily.
Then there was that girl, with golden ringlets of hair bouncing around her ears and ruddy cheeks offering me her podgy hand, a smile lighting up her face. "Come on! Let's go to the sandpit!"
I managed a weak smile but declined her hand, choosing to go without assistance, then they amused themselves by making their kingdoms and trenches while I sat on the edge of the pit, watching them as I occasionally scooped up a pile myself and let it trickle through my fingers.
I had a certain brand of maturity that alienated me from the rest and I felt an emotion of loneliness swirl inside of me as I wondered the hows and whys. I felt I was missing out on that happiness, on that ignorance that seemed to be the essence of young children, caught up in their own little world, protected from the ravages of the real world.
However, I was unprotected, and then again a girl like me with a broken past couldn't exactly ensure happiness. That was how it is and I thought, drenched in my misery, that things couldn't get any worse. I was wrong.
The nuclear bomb hit at exactly 11am, Sunday, January, 2008. It said so on my watch.
Then my alienation disappeared, a little. For it wasn't only me who was spiralling downwards, so was everyone else. That morning I was late for Pre-School and that was when it hit, surprisingly I was calm yet terrified.
My mother had to go to work early in the morning everyday, the distance from home to the super-market where she worked was long and I couldn't come with her even though the super-market was near my Pre-School so my neighbour drove me there everyday. Then in the afternoon when school let out my mother could conveniently come and drive me home.
I knew as well that an old military base stood nearby, used as a factory by the company Manticore, what the base was used for I didn't know. Now after turning on the television I came to grope with the revelations of the whole incident, suddenly knowing what that base was used for.
The bomb had killed or affected people with radiation within a 20km radius.
A feeling of nausea overwhelmed me as I switched off the TV, when I realised with a jolt that my mother was in danger, my thoughts then drifted to the Pre-school.
My heart sank as I realised that the image of innocence had been shattered, the brutality of it all was too much for a five-year old like me to cope. Yet I didn't cry but I went around hurriedly to tidy the place up, in desperation, hoping that my mother would come home to see our 'pig sty' of a place, that my mother fondly called it, clean.
Deep down I knew that she would never come back but I wanted to cover up my pain, my mother was all I ever had.
I had cleaned the place up as well as I could, when I looked at my watch I saw 5:46 pm, flashing back at me. Cleaning had distracted me from thoughts of my mother but when I collapsed onto our sofa exhausted it all came back to me. My mother wasn't alive, I knew. It seemed so odd. I had encountered death so many times but having it happen to someone so close to me felt weird.
Like an empty space that would never be filled. I looked back at the time, 5:47 pm, I suddenly realised I hadn't eaten since last night. I managed with some crackers then turned on the TV. Seattle was in an uproar.
I watched wide-eyed at the horrific images captured on the screen, of piles of bodies and crumbled buildings. My stomach lurched, my mother could be in that pile.
I switched channels, knowing that those images would be branded in my mind forever. A reporter stood safe in his studio, a microphone held up to his mouth.
"Indeed, this has been one of the most horrifying incidents every to occur in mankind, the 'Pulse' as many know call it have left thousands dead and many affected by the heavy radiation. Manticore is responsible for this mess and the government has now taken it into account to pursue the matter. Now social workers are walking through the neighbourhood, helping those parentless, if you see a stray child phone 98745822. Gas Masks are available at-"
I turned the TV off. Social Workers. My mother had told me of them. That they would take me away forever, away from her, if they ever saw me. My instincts told me to get out of here.
I packed my bag, hurriedly stuffing prized possessions into the backpack.
Then I left on my bike, cycling to the park. I was far from the radiation and that re-assured me. Where was I to go? What was I to do? I was only five but my childhood ended before it even began.
Dedications: This is to those people that answered my questions about Dark Angel
The Little Insomniac: Thanks and I mean it. You gave me a truckload of info. Don't worry, you did help. :)
Lyla: I ain't so damn lazy! lol, oh well, thanks for the info and I know, I should get my lazy ass over to a fansite.
Penny: Dun't worry, I do know a lot about Dark Angel and all, I just needed some certification. Thanks for the info, much appreciated and yeah I've only seen like seven eps? lol
Drama Gurl: Thanx for the encouragement , I think.. Anyway, it's an AU fic but I do know the main outlines of the characters and the show, I just wanted some good old gurantees
Zizzy: You rock! You really socked it to me. Thanks for the info and once again like many others of the website darkangelfan.com. Good site.
ME: Woah, thanks for the information. Very, very, very happy (does a little happy-dance, passerbys start edging away)
Mel: Thanks for the full barcode number, even thought it mightn't be relevant to the story I'm a DA junkie, I have to know the barcode number.
Silverthorn: Alex, you were a GREAT help! (note the sarcasm)
A/N: Should I continue?
Title: Revisiting The Past
Summary: AU. In post-Pulse Seattle, Max struggles to find her father only to find a lot more than expected. Max/Alec
Pairing: Max/Alec
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that appear in Dark Angel, I only own those that I've made up
Rating: PG for now
Spoilers: Not yet
A/N: This is an AU fic where I've turned the Pulse into a nuclear bomb incident that Manticore caused. Take in mind that this is my first fic and if I've stuffed up, tell me, even if it's constructive criticism. Expect the unexpected - Crash Angel
At home I wasn't aware of it being an only child void of much social interaction. That was until I entered Pre-School.
The second my hand left my mother's, I knew, I was different. I observed the other children caught up in their oblivious bliss, their young selves delighted with the many facilities the school had to offer.
They would chase each other round the playground and they would topple onto the floor when they were caught and they would giggle elatedly before they repeated the procedure over and over again.
That was I saw, and that was when I felt left out. They possessed a somewhat childish innocence that I lacked.
I remember the first day of pre-school so very distinctively even at that young age. I remember it all. I was introduced to all those other kids, faces flushed after running around. I remember eyeing them warily.
Then there was that girl, with golden ringlets of hair bouncing around her ears and ruddy cheeks offering me her podgy hand, a smile lighting up her face. "Come on! Let's go to the sandpit!"
I managed a weak smile but declined her hand, choosing to go without assistance, then they amused themselves by making their kingdoms and trenches while I sat on the edge of the pit, watching them as I occasionally scooped up a pile myself and let it trickle through my fingers.
I had a certain brand of maturity that alienated me from the rest and I felt an emotion of loneliness swirl inside of me as I wondered the hows and whys. I felt I was missing out on that happiness, on that ignorance that seemed to be the essence of young children, caught up in their own little world, protected from the ravages of the real world.
However, I was unprotected, and then again a girl like me with a broken past couldn't exactly ensure happiness. That was how it is and I thought, drenched in my misery, that things couldn't get any worse. I was wrong.
The nuclear bomb hit at exactly 11am, Sunday, January, 2008. It said so on my watch.
Then my alienation disappeared, a little. For it wasn't only me who was spiralling downwards, so was everyone else. That morning I was late for Pre-School and that was when it hit, surprisingly I was calm yet terrified.
My mother had to go to work early in the morning everyday, the distance from home to the super-market where she worked was long and I couldn't come with her even though the super-market was near my Pre-School so my neighbour drove me there everyday. Then in the afternoon when school let out my mother could conveniently come and drive me home.
I knew as well that an old military base stood nearby, used as a factory by the company Manticore, what the base was used for I didn't know. Now after turning on the television I came to grope with the revelations of the whole incident, suddenly knowing what that base was used for.
The bomb had killed or affected people with radiation within a 20km radius.
A feeling of nausea overwhelmed me as I switched off the TV, when I realised with a jolt that my mother was in danger, my thoughts then drifted to the Pre-school.
My heart sank as I realised that the image of innocence had been shattered, the brutality of it all was too much for a five-year old like me to cope. Yet I didn't cry but I went around hurriedly to tidy the place up, in desperation, hoping that my mother would come home to see our 'pig sty' of a place, that my mother fondly called it, clean.
Deep down I knew that she would never come back but I wanted to cover up my pain, my mother was all I ever had.
I had cleaned the place up as well as I could, when I looked at my watch I saw 5:46 pm, flashing back at me. Cleaning had distracted me from thoughts of my mother but when I collapsed onto our sofa exhausted it all came back to me. My mother wasn't alive, I knew. It seemed so odd. I had encountered death so many times but having it happen to someone so close to me felt weird.
Like an empty space that would never be filled. I looked back at the time, 5:47 pm, I suddenly realised I hadn't eaten since last night. I managed with some crackers then turned on the TV. Seattle was in an uproar.
I watched wide-eyed at the horrific images captured on the screen, of piles of bodies and crumbled buildings. My stomach lurched, my mother could be in that pile.
I switched channels, knowing that those images would be branded in my mind forever. A reporter stood safe in his studio, a microphone held up to his mouth.
"Indeed, this has been one of the most horrifying incidents every to occur in mankind, the 'Pulse' as many know call it have left thousands dead and many affected by the heavy radiation. Manticore is responsible for this mess and the government has now taken it into account to pursue the matter. Now social workers are walking through the neighbourhood, helping those parentless, if you see a stray child phone 98745822. Gas Masks are available at-"
I turned the TV off. Social Workers. My mother had told me of them. That they would take me away forever, away from her, if they ever saw me. My instincts told me to get out of here.
I packed my bag, hurriedly stuffing prized possessions into the backpack.
Then I left on my bike, cycling to the park. I was far from the radiation and that re-assured me. Where was I to go? What was I to do? I was only five but my childhood ended before it even began.
Dedications: This is to those people that answered my questions about Dark Angel
The Little Insomniac: Thanks and I mean it. You gave me a truckload of info. Don't worry, you did help. :)
Lyla: I ain't so damn lazy! lol, oh well, thanks for the info and I know, I should get my lazy ass over to a fansite.
Penny: Dun't worry, I do know a lot about Dark Angel and all, I just needed some certification. Thanks for the info, much appreciated and yeah I've only seen like seven eps? lol
Drama Gurl: Thanx for the encouragement , I think.. Anyway, it's an AU fic but I do know the main outlines of the characters and the show, I just wanted some good old gurantees
Zizzy: You rock! You really socked it to me. Thanks for the info and once again like many others of the website darkangelfan.com. Good site.
ME: Woah, thanks for the information. Very, very, very happy (does a little happy-dance, passerbys start edging away)
Mel: Thanks for the full barcode number, even thought it mightn't be relevant to the story I'm a DA junkie, I have to know the barcode number.
Silverthorn: Alex, you were a GREAT help! (note the sarcasm)
A/N: Should I continue?