Crash
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: Maybe, after all this is a AU fic
Dedications: To The Hermione Granger Fan Club, for supplying me with more Dark Angel goodness.
A/N: Well, after that dose of Max and Alec interaction I've given more in this chapter :). You gotta understand that I'm kinda explaining it throughout the whole chapter so bear with me here. Thanks for all your support! I rules! Anyway, the posting of this chapter was delayed due to the crash of ff.net :(. All the same, enjoy- CrashAngel
Max drowned her bitter anger with a glass of beer. Just thinking of last night made her furious. That diamond was hers until he came along.
Max looked around her favourite hang-out, Crash. Her friend Sketchy was there, playing foosball against some stud with a crude tattoo snaking down his bare arm. By the looks on Sketchy's face, Max could tell her friend wasn't having any luck.
Max leant back into her chair, moodily. If she ever saw 'Alec' again she swore she would wring his neck. Speaking of the devil, she thought grimly as she caught a glimpse of him, as she continued looking around the room, talking to a brunette dressed skimpily enough to sever the purpose of clothing.
A twinge of jealousy flickered in his heart; she ignored it as she absently folded her arms over her chest as if to stifle the feeling.
"There goes the cash," Sketchy sighed as he sat down opposite Max.
"Then why play for it when you're so bad?" Max grinned.
Sketchy opened his mouth to protest when Original Cindy cut in.
"Hey you peeps, what's going down?"
"My money?" Sketchy answered.
Original Cindy smacked his forehead with the back of her hand. "OC wants ta know, why Sketchy put up his dough when he can't play for toffee!"
Max grinned, "That's what I said."
"Hey boo! Ya get a pitcher for us?" OC asked.
Max nodded, "Yeah sure." She got up to walk to the bar, leaving her two friends arguing over Sketchy's foosball skills. They were probably the only things she had in the world. After she left home she had been living on the streets, here and there. She managed to defend herself and learnt from the experienced street rogues, who took a liking to her, the art of kicking ass and nicking stuff that wasn't hers. Her learning was helped by her natural determination and her tough exterior and it wasn't soon before she was as independent as anybody could be.
Then after she left them she could steal for herself. She was surprisingly fast and that helped when it came to escaping the fuzz.
Before soon she grew out of stealing small stuff and she needed a proper job. After an attempt to break into her future friend's crib which went wrong, the resident- a soul-depth lesbian by the name of Original Cindy, felt sympathy and made friends. She offered a job for Jam Pony Express and her place to crash.
It had all happened in an amazingly short amount of time and Max found that the protective hostility she harboured, when she had been fighting her way through life on the street, had dissolved when she was greeted with such open friendliness. Sketchy, the carefree skirt-chaser, too became a friend as a Jam Pony messenger and a regular at Crash. She smiled fondly at such memories as she approached the bar only to face a previous acquaintance.
"Remember me? I think I bear the nose that you broke."
"Say another word and that won't be all that's broken," Max said briskly asking for a pitcher of beer before she turned to start walking back to her table.
"So.stealing's all you do for an income?" Alec asked.
Max turned around and narrowed her eyes, "What does that supposed to mean?"
"Well." Alec smirked, as he looked her down, her discomfort evident, "I would pay a lot for your services, Max."
Max deciphered the 'little message' under his words and smacked his forehead hard before gripping a tuft of his hair making him lean backwards as she hissed into his ear. "I don't sink so low!"
"Well you better get going, your 'little friends' are looking pretty worried," Alec said knowing that he might have tested her patience enough.
"Fine," Max snapped before she let go.
Alec sighed in relief and started smoothing down his hair.
Max bit her lip to retain her composure as she walked back to the table gripping the pitcher of beer in her sturdy hand, she felt compelled to drown the smart-'alec' with it's contents but thought otherwise, he wasn't worth the effort of another trip back to the bar.
"You ain't gonna introduce your boy to Original Cindy?" OC asked Max as she sat down.
Max raised an eyebrow, "He isn't 'my' boy."
"That's Alec, ace at foosball and a lady's man alright," Sketchy said as he gulped down a glass.
"Well, OC says he's almost hot enough to make her give up liking her own kind!" Original Cindy declared as she looked towards the bar.
Max followed OC's gaze and found herself looking properly at Alec who was occupied with speaking to the bartender. Last night's circumstances weren't exactly the most appropriate time for looking out for good-looking spunks. His brown hair flopped appealingly over his forehead, below he had brown- eyes that glinted with playful mischief, he had a straight nose and a smile that could melt gold. He turned to see Max staring at him and he smirked. He was the regular player like many she had encountered before. So why did he make Max feel so nervous?
A/N: Review? Please?
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: Maybe, after all this is a AU fic
Dedications: To The Hermione Granger Fan Club, for supplying me with more Dark Angel goodness.
A/N: Well, after that dose of Max and Alec interaction I've given more in this chapter :). You gotta understand that I'm kinda explaining it throughout the whole chapter so bear with me here. Thanks for all your support! I rules! Anyway, the posting of this chapter was delayed due to the crash of ff.net :(. All the same, enjoy- CrashAngel
Max drowned her bitter anger with a glass of beer. Just thinking of last night made her furious. That diamond was hers until he came along.
Max looked around her favourite hang-out, Crash. Her friend Sketchy was there, playing foosball against some stud with a crude tattoo snaking down his bare arm. By the looks on Sketchy's face, Max could tell her friend wasn't having any luck.
Max leant back into her chair, moodily. If she ever saw 'Alec' again she swore she would wring his neck. Speaking of the devil, she thought grimly as she caught a glimpse of him, as she continued looking around the room, talking to a brunette dressed skimpily enough to sever the purpose of clothing.
A twinge of jealousy flickered in his heart; she ignored it as she absently folded her arms over her chest as if to stifle the feeling.
"There goes the cash," Sketchy sighed as he sat down opposite Max.
"Then why play for it when you're so bad?" Max grinned.
Sketchy opened his mouth to protest when Original Cindy cut in.
"Hey you peeps, what's going down?"
"My money?" Sketchy answered.
Original Cindy smacked his forehead with the back of her hand. "OC wants ta know, why Sketchy put up his dough when he can't play for toffee!"
Max grinned, "That's what I said."
"Hey boo! Ya get a pitcher for us?" OC asked.
Max nodded, "Yeah sure." She got up to walk to the bar, leaving her two friends arguing over Sketchy's foosball skills. They were probably the only things she had in the world. After she left home she had been living on the streets, here and there. She managed to defend herself and learnt from the experienced street rogues, who took a liking to her, the art of kicking ass and nicking stuff that wasn't hers. Her learning was helped by her natural determination and her tough exterior and it wasn't soon before she was as independent as anybody could be.
Then after she left them she could steal for herself. She was surprisingly fast and that helped when it came to escaping the fuzz.
Before soon she grew out of stealing small stuff and she needed a proper job. After an attempt to break into her future friend's crib which went wrong, the resident- a soul-depth lesbian by the name of Original Cindy, felt sympathy and made friends. She offered a job for Jam Pony Express and her place to crash.
It had all happened in an amazingly short amount of time and Max found that the protective hostility she harboured, when she had been fighting her way through life on the street, had dissolved when she was greeted with such open friendliness. Sketchy, the carefree skirt-chaser, too became a friend as a Jam Pony messenger and a regular at Crash. She smiled fondly at such memories as she approached the bar only to face a previous acquaintance.
"Remember me? I think I bear the nose that you broke."
"Say another word and that won't be all that's broken," Max said briskly asking for a pitcher of beer before she turned to start walking back to her table.
"So.stealing's all you do for an income?" Alec asked.
Max turned around and narrowed her eyes, "What does that supposed to mean?"
"Well." Alec smirked, as he looked her down, her discomfort evident, "I would pay a lot for your services, Max."
Max deciphered the 'little message' under his words and smacked his forehead hard before gripping a tuft of his hair making him lean backwards as she hissed into his ear. "I don't sink so low!"
"Well you better get going, your 'little friends' are looking pretty worried," Alec said knowing that he might have tested her patience enough.
"Fine," Max snapped before she let go.
Alec sighed in relief and started smoothing down his hair.
Max bit her lip to retain her composure as she walked back to the table gripping the pitcher of beer in her sturdy hand, she felt compelled to drown the smart-'alec' with it's contents but thought otherwise, he wasn't worth the effort of another trip back to the bar.
"You ain't gonna introduce your boy to Original Cindy?" OC asked Max as she sat down.
Max raised an eyebrow, "He isn't 'my' boy."
"That's Alec, ace at foosball and a lady's man alright," Sketchy said as he gulped down a glass.
"Well, OC says he's almost hot enough to make her give up liking her own kind!" Original Cindy declared as she looked towards the bar.
Max followed OC's gaze and found herself looking properly at Alec who was occupied with speaking to the bartender. Last night's circumstances weren't exactly the most appropriate time for looking out for good-looking spunks. His brown hair flopped appealingly over his forehead, below he had brown- eyes that glinted with playful mischief, he had a straight nose and a smile that could melt gold. He turned to see Max staring at him and he smirked. He was the regular player like many she had encountered before. So why did he make Max feel so nervous?
A/N: Review? Please?