Encounters of Akin
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
Dedications: To my very first reviewers, Panda007 and CindyZ, you rock! To Brin, sorry, I didn't know my settings were set to 'not accepting anonymous reviews'. Thanks to Mel and the-little-insomniac, you guys are loyal, lol, once again thanks for the info!
A/N: You're all probably going what the hell-?! I know, last chapter, very confusing. Well just to fill you in, last chapter was in Max's point of view when she was younger, as I said before the Pulse isn't an electromagnetic bomb, it's now a nuclear accident that left the city in chaos, financially and emotionally. It's a kind of twisted story and if you're confused, tell me. Don't worry, there'll be a lot more about the whole plot with Max and her 'father' and al lot more Alecness. All the same, read on- CrashAngel
Even thirteen years from then, Seattle hadn't been able to get its act together. The Pulse killed thousands, affected thousands and destroyed thousands. People and buildings alike. Immediately the hospitals couldn't cope, neither could insurance companies and many other public services. They needed funding that the Government couldn't provide. Apparently Manticore had hacked into the Government systems and stolen billions to carry out the costs of creating the bomb. Why did they do it? They said it was an accident. Was it an act of terrorism? Or did it have some sort of involvement in political matters? The tabloids couldn't get enough of the stuff and for weeks journalists attempted to find a possible theory.
Then everything really came down. The Government didn't have enough funds to keep the country going, after all, this didn't only affect Seattle, it affected America. The fall of stocks and the downfall of many a company affected the whole of USA. So the economical state of the country spiralled down into poverty, into a world of darkness, where people were forced to fall into corruption to retain an income.
Yet through this darkness a girl grew up to be the best she could. She was born beautiful and remained so. With chocolate tresses that cascaded down past her shoulders, flawless bronzed skin, brown eyes that laughed and cried and sensuous red lips. She was intelligent, sassy and fiercely determined. She was a perfect girl. in a broken world. But even perfect girls have to try a hand at such corruption to get a living herself.
Max unscrewed the last bolt before carefully placing the cover to the side.
Clad in a black tank top and pants she was hardly visible against the night sky. Max adjusted the hook before she lowered herself gingerly down the hole, her cat-like flexibility helped greatly as she took care not to trigger the safety alarms on either side of her.
She slid down lower until she met the object of her escapade. A large glittering diamond stood, shielded by a glass dome. Max lowered herself even further before she gently eased the laser-gun from her pocket. She turned it on and guided the laser beam around the glass on top of the diamond. Before the circle was complete Max used a suction glove on the glass she was cutting, securing it in place before she continued the procedure. Lifting the circle of glass from the dome, Max reached down to pick up the diamond when a foot connected with her shoulder.
Max gave a cry of alarm and nearly dropped the diamond. She turned to stare up at her intruder but couldn't make out the person's face that hid in the shadows. Max hastily stuffed the diamond into her backpack but the intruder was persistent, a fist shot out and obstructed her arm, making the jewel tumble down onto the floor, triggering wailing and flashing red lights.
Max struggled to compress her fury at the stranger; first she had to get out of here. She gathered up all her equipment and pressed a button on her belt where the rope was attached. The motor that was connected to the hook began winding her up. It was surprising what you could find on the black market.
Already the intruder was doing the same, and it was only until she was safe and in the outside world on the ground, far from the museum did she notice that the stranger had followed her.
Max then let out her fury. She lunged forward and threw her fist into the person's nose, she was going to launch a punch to the eye when an arm shot out and twisted hers, flipping her to the ground.
Max moaned, concrete floor was not nice to fall onto. The stranger advanced but Max was ahead, she swung a foot behind the attacker's ankle. A body went thud as it hit the concrete floor and it was only when the intruder didn't react, did Max get up to shine her flashlight into a young man's face.
He reacted abruptly; one hand clutched his bleeding nose while he threw up the other hand to shield his eyes from the light.
"Who the hell are you?" Max demanded.
The man got up, wiping away some of his blood with his sleeve, his eyes taking in her attire.
"A thief to a thief," he judged, grinning, "We're equal, why not look before you attack? I meant no harm."
"That's not my style," Max said dryly, observing the stranger. Brown hair, blue eyes and a good build. 'Handsome,' Max thought, 'but street scum, just like the average rogue.' 'No harm, huh?" she added sarcastically as she inspected the bruise on her shoulder.
"Your name.I didn't catch it," he said slowly.
"I didn't give it," Max snapped, "And why should I?"
"Well, give me some dignity, I should at least know the name of the beautiful girl who stole my steal."
It was no time for flattery. "Yours?!" Max added back outraged, " That was mine!"
"Yeah, and girls can kick ass."
Max glared at him.
He suppressed a snigger and extended a hand, "Alec."
She looked dubiously at him, making him withdraw the hand. "Max .Guevara."
"Nice name."
"That was my diamond you know!"
"You just can't make friends can you? Max?"
"With 'friends' like you, who needs enemies?" came the sharp reply.
"Ouch, that hurt."
"Damn right it does, and so will this," Max ended the conversation by swinging around and launching a well-aimed kick to Alec's side. The boy went down.
"Girls, go figure."
Max grinned as she walked away, switching her flash-light off, "It was my diamond you know."
A/N: I promise a lot more explaining next chapter. Heck, it's actually fun writing this! Anyway, 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
Dedications: To my very first reviewers, Panda007 and CindyZ, you rock! To Brin, sorry, I didn't know my settings were set to 'not accepting anonymous reviews'. Thanks to Mel and the-little-insomniac, you guys are loyal, lol, once again thanks for the info!
A/N: You're all probably going what the hell-?! I know, last chapter, very confusing. Well just to fill you in, last chapter was in Max's point of view when she was younger, as I said before the Pulse isn't an electromagnetic bomb, it's now a nuclear accident that left the city in chaos, financially and emotionally. It's a kind of twisted story and if you're confused, tell me. Don't worry, there'll be a lot more about the whole plot with Max and her 'father' and al lot more Alecness. All the same, read on- CrashAngel
Even thirteen years from then, Seattle hadn't been able to get its act together. The Pulse killed thousands, affected thousands and destroyed thousands. People and buildings alike. Immediately the hospitals couldn't cope, neither could insurance companies and many other public services. They needed funding that the Government couldn't provide. Apparently Manticore had hacked into the Government systems and stolen billions to carry out the costs of creating the bomb. Why did they do it? They said it was an accident. Was it an act of terrorism? Or did it have some sort of involvement in political matters? The tabloids couldn't get enough of the stuff and for weeks journalists attempted to find a possible theory.
Then everything really came down. The Government didn't have enough funds to keep the country going, after all, this didn't only affect Seattle, it affected America. The fall of stocks and the downfall of many a company affected the whole of USA. So the economical state of the country spiralled down into poverty, into a world of darkness, where people were forced to fall into corruption to retain an income.
Yet through this darkness a girl grew up to be the best she could. She was born beautiful and remained so. With chocolate tresses that cascaded down past her shoulders, flawless bronzed skin, brown eyes that laughed and cried and sensuous red lips. She was intelligent, sassy and fiercely determined. She was a perfect girl. in a broken world. But even perfect girls have to try a hand at such corruption to get a living herself.
Max unscrewed the last bolt before carefully placing the cover to the side.
Clad in a black tank top and pants she was hardly visible against the night sky. Max adjusted the hook before she lowered herself gingerly down the hole, her cat-like flexibility helped greatly as she took care not to trigger the safety alarms on either side of her.
She slid down lower until she met the object of her escapade. A large glittering diamond stood, shielded by a glass dome. Max lowered herself even further before she gently eased the laser-gun from her pocket. She turned it on and guided the laser beam around the glass on top of the diamond. Before the circle was complete Max used a suction glove on the glass she was cutting, securing it in place before she continued the procedure. Lifting the circle of glass from the dome, Max reached down to pick up the diamond when a foot connected with her shoulder.
Max gave a cry of alarm and nearly dropped the diamond. She turned to stare up at her intruder but couldn't make out the person's face that hid in the shadows. Max hastily stuffed the diamond into her backpack but the intruder was persistent, a fist shot out and obstructed her arm, making the jewel tumble down onto the floor, triggering wailing and flashing red lights.
Max struggled to compress her fury at the stranger; first she had to get out of here. She gathered up all her equipment and pressed a button on her belt where the rope was attached. The motor that was connected to the hook began winding her up. It was surprising what you could find on the black market.
Already the intruder was doing the same, and it was only until she was safe and in the outside world on the ground, far from the museum did she notice that the stranger had followed her.
Max then let out her fury. She lunged forward and threw her fist into the person's nose, she was going to launch a punch to the eye when an arm shot out and twisted hers, flipping her to the ground.
Max moaned, concrete floor was not nice to fall onto. The stranger advanced but Max was ahead, she swung a foot behind the attacker's ankle. A body went thud as it hit the concrete floor and it was only when the intruder didn't react, did Max get up to shine her flashlight into a young man's face.
He reacted abruptly; one hand clutched his bleeding nose while he threw up the other hand to shield his eyes from the light.
"Who the hell are you?" Max demanded.
The man got up, wiping away some of his blood with his sleeve, his eyes taking in her attire.
"A thief to a thief," he judged, grinning, "We're equal, why not look before you attack? I meant no harm."
"That's not my style," Max said dryly, observing the stranger. Brown hair, blue eyes and a good build. 'Handsome,' Max thought, 'but street scum, just like the average rogue.' 'No harm, huh?" she added sarcastically as she inspected the bruise on her shoulder.
"Your name.I didn't catch it," he said slowly.
"I didn't give it," Max snapped, "And why should I?"
"Well, give me some dignity, I should at least know the name of the beautiful girl who stole my steal."
It was no time for flattery. "Yours?!" Max added back outraged, " That was mine!"
"Yeah, and girls can kick ass."
Max glared at him.
He suppressed a snigger and extended a hand, "Alec."
She looked dubiously at him, making him withdraw the hand. "Max .Guevara."
"Nice name."
"That was my diamond you know!"
"You just can't make friends can you? Max?"
"With 'friends' like you, who needs enemies?" came the sharp reply.
"Ouch, that hurt."
"Damn right it does, and so will this," Max ended the conversation by swinging around and launching a well-aimed kick to Alec's side. The boy went down.
"Girls, go figure."
Max grinned as she walked away, switching her flash-light off, "It was my diamond you know."
A/N: I promise a lot more explaining next chapter. Heck, it's actually fun writing this! Anyway, should I continue?