Tryptophan Troubles
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, then again after all this is a AU fic
Dedications: To The Hermione Granger Fan Club, for supplying me with more Dark Angel goodness.
A/N: Hmmm, now I've injected Zack and Logan into the story. sigh complications in love I know. Anyway, I've changed the summary and yeah. I know, the action is coming along and all so it might take a while. Take note that I usually just write a chapter in a day, I know I should take longer but well I can't help it, mood swings ya know (argh lame excuse). Anyway, if you think this chapter's shabby then blame it on me cos I've been real busy. So just read-CrashAngel
Foggle Towers
Logan Cale sat at his computer, his eyes intently absorbing the information he had found on the net. On first glance, one could label him as a charismatic looking young man who clashed sophistication with street-style. His glasses seemed to give him an upper-class air even in his hooded anorak and baggy cargo pants. He couldn't seem to hide the fact that he was always going to be the rich boy no matter what he wore. Logan had the Cale fortune at his fingerprints and unknown to most people, he used the cash to fund his alias, Eyes Only, the crime-buster when it came to handling corrupt 'Sector Police' and Government officials. His freedom videos helped warn the public of such scum and most of the time, the issue was quickly picked up and solved. After a while, Logan finally let his hands slide from the keyboard, he was finished. With grim satisfaction he got up and pulled the hood up over his head, his hands in his pockets. The latest Freedom video was finished and it was going to be aired in ten minutes or so. Relaxed at last, he reached for his car keys on the kitchen bench and left his dig in his silver Mercedes. It cost a fortune, but then again, all pre- pulse cars did. Logan grinned, time to unwind at his favourite hang-out.
Crash
Logan sat down at the bar and called the bartender for a glass of beer.
The bartender walked over and exclaimed, "Cale! Long time no see." He patted Logan's shoulder and handed him the beer, "Enjoy."
Logan murmured a "Thanks" before he turned around. Being a solitary person, he often avoided social interaction and nothing gave him more pleasure than just observing the people in the room. Before the Pulse, he went to Yale and had achieved a master degree in psychology and medicine, but then Yale was forced to shut down.
Logan sighed at the memory before he swallowed a swig of beer before he resumed his watching position. He liked to watch people interact and how they coped with different situations, then he would try to decipher what they were thinking. It was some sort of game for Logan and it amused him, at least his master degree wasn't going to waste.
His eyes passed over a table where a brown-haired boy was chatting up a blonde. He rolled his eyes and then observed the pool table where a scruffy haired youth seemed to be losing to a bikie. He continued to scan the room when his gaze lingered on a corner table of the room, where a pretty brunette sat talking to her dark-skinned friend. Logan frowned, he didn't remember seeing her much but then again perhaps she spent most of her time here in the back room.
He watched her with admiration and fascination. It was a surprise that she wasn't sitting with some good-looking hunk, exchanging saliva or being ogled by the rest of the male population. The bartender caught Logan staring at her and gave him a nudge.
"Don't think about it Cale, she's a tough one that Max. Hot but too hot to handle," the bartender eased his collar as if to prove his statement.
Logan nodded and hastily looked away, he was too old for her anyway and what did he have to offer apart from money?
Suddenly the thump of a body hitting the ground sounded, making Logan turn around. Max was on the ground, twitching, her limbs moving spastically. She was having a seizure. Logan instantly sprang to his feet and to her side. Now his knowledge could come to use.
"Boo, ya aiight?" Max's friend asked anxiously, she noticed Logan, "Why you staring at Original Cindy like so?"
"I'm a full qualified doctor," Logan said, his eyes darting to Max, he gulped, he wasn't really lying.
"Then help! My gal's having a bad spell."
Logan then found himself face to face with the brown-headed boy who had been chatting up the blonde.
"She needs medicine," he said white-faced.
"I would never know," Logan said, injecting sarcasm into his words.
The boy fumbled with something in his pockets, he seemed somewhat bewildered and determined at the same time. He finally offered Logan a bottle. "It's Tryptophan."
Logan looked suspiciously at the boy, this stuff was rare and so were its users. The seizures that the pills helped decrease, were of an unusual condition.
"Just give it to her," the boy snapped, agitated.
Logan emptied a few into his hand before Original Cindy helped restrain Max. Then Logan prised open her lips and slipped in the pills. He gently tipped water down her throat so that the pills could reach her system. Slowly they began to take over and Max stopped twitching. Soon she was breathing properly again, she opened her eyes a little before she closed them again. Logan sighed in relief and turned to give the boy his pills back, but he had gone. Logan looked puzzled at the empty space where the boy had been before he gave Original Cindy the pills. "Just give these to her when she comes to," he said before he got up and announced to the crowd that had gathered, "There's nothing to see everybody, the actions over, nothing much, now can I get through?"
The crowd parted and reluctantly went back to their seats, soon the atmosphere picked up again and all was forgotten.
Logan walked outside and got into his car. There was enough excitement for tonight. At his desk Logan Cale reached for the phone on his desk as he thumbed through his list of informants
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"You should have taken it when it was available, Max! Now that stuff's as common as the world is pretty and nice," Zack exclaimed as he sat by her bed, his callused hand clasping her smaller one.
Max laughed it off and smiled fondly at the brotherly figure she had in Zack. He had been one of the street rogues that had taken an interest in her. Zack and his gang had found her having a seizure in an alleyway. She had managed okay before with the fits but the one she had when they found her was a massive one. He introduced the Trytophron to her and became her source of the pills, even after she left him and the gang. She and Zack had an immensely close bond. All the same, Zack always kept in touch and here he was, scolding her about Tytophron.
"It's not funny Max," Zack said seriously, "I'll send some over when the next shipment comes."
Original Cindy entered the room and smiled at Zack. "Hey, boy, Wasup?"
Zack grinned back, "Hey OC, just giving Max a lecture."
"Hey, that boy back there in Crash helped ya out, that whats his name? Alec yeah, got the pills, here," OC threw Max a bottle.
"Who's the guy? Who's Alec?" Zack asked suspiciously.
Max caught the bottle and looked up to Zack, "Oh, I don't really know myself." Sometimes Zack was so protective.
"Well," Zack said somewhat reluctantly, "I've gotta go, see ya later and take care." He bent over awkwardly and kissed Max on the forehead before he exited.
OC raised an eyebrow at Max, a suggestive smile lurking on her lips. Max rolled her eyes and slapped her friend on the arm.
"Original Cindy's gotta blaze or Normal will be kicking her ass into the streets!"
"Oh damnit! I have to go to work," Max exclaimed as she struggled to get up.
Original Cindy pushed Max back into the bed, "Nuh uh, OC says you stay here, Boo! I'll explain to Normal."
Max sighed and nodded.
"Bye," and with that OC was gone.
Max sat back up and leant against the wall. She hated doing nothing.
Then the phone rang.
A/N: Cliffhanger? Sigh, not really, but guess who's phoning and I'll dedicate the next chapter to you. :P All the same, you better review, you see I've got this pet called Ego and I feed it my reviews. So when he's hungry I feel crappy. When he's full then I'm happy. See, the system works out! Anyway, stop being parasitic. I write. You read. You review. I write...... And so on, a lovely cycle eh? 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: Maybe, then again after all this is a AU fic
Dedications: To The Hermione Granger Fan Club, for supplying me with more Dark Angel goodness.
A/N: Hmmm, now I've injected Zack and Logan into the story. sigh complications in love I know. Anyway, I've changed the summary and yeah. I know, the action is coming along and all so it might take a while. Take note that I usually just write a chapter in a day, I know I should take longer but well I can't help it, mood swings ya know (argh lame excuse). Anyway, if you think this chapter's shabby then blame it on me cos I've been real busy. So just read-CrashAngel
Foggle Towers
Logan Cale sat at his computer, his eyes intently absorbing the information he had found on the net. On first glance, one could label him as a charismatic looking young man who clashed sophistication with street-style. His glasses seemed to give him an upper-class air even in his hooded anorak and baggy cargo pants. He couldn't seem to hide the fact that he was always going to be the rich boy no matter what he wore. Logan had the Cale fortune at his fingerprints and unknown to most people, he used the cash to fund his alias, Eyes Only, the crime-buster when it came to handling corrupt 'Sector Police' and Government officials. His freedom videos helped warn the public of such scum and most of the time, the issue was quickly picked up and solved. After a while, Logan finally let his hands slide from the keyboard, he was finished. With grim satisfaction he got up and pulled the hood up over his head, his hands in his pockets. The latest Freedom video was finished and it was going to be aired in ten minutes or so. Relaxed at last, he reached for his car keys on the kitchen bench and left his dig in his silver Mercedes. It cost a fortune, but then again, all pre- pulse cars did. Logan grinned, time to unwind at his favourite hang-out.
Crash
Logan sat down at the bar and called the bartender for a glass of beer.
The bartender walked over and exclaimed, "Cale! Long time no see." He patted Logan's shoulder and handed him the beer, "Enjoy."
Logan murmured a "Thanks" before he turned around. Being a solitary person, he often avoided social interaction and nothing gave him more pleasure than just observing the people in the room. Before the Pulse, he went to Yale and had achieved a master degree in psychology and medicine, but then Yale was forced to shut down.
Logan sighed at the memory before he swallowed a swig of beer before he resumed his watching position. He liked to watch people interact and how they coped with different situations, then he would try to decipher what they were thinking. It was some sort of game for Logan and it amused him, at least his master degree wasn't going to waste.
His eyes passed over a table where a brown-haired boy was chatting up a blonde. He rolled his eyes and then observed the pool table where a scruffy haired youth seemed to be losing to a bikie. He continued to scan the room when his gaze lingered on a corner table of the room, where a pretty brunette sat talking to her dark-skinned friend. Logan frowned, he didn't remember seeing her much but then again perhaps she spent most of her time here in the back room.
He watched her with admiration and fascination. It was a surprise that she wasn't sitting with some good-looking hunk, exchanging saliva or being ogled by the rest of the male population. The bartender caught Logan staring at her and gave him a nudge.
"Don't think about it Cale, she's a tough one that Max. Hot but too hot to handle," the bartender eased his collar as if to prove his statement.
Logan nodded and hastily looked away, he was too old for her anyway and what did he have to offer apart from money?
Suddenly the thump of a body hitting the ground sounded, making Logan turn around. Max was on the ground, twitching, her limbs moving spastically. She was having a seizure. Logan instantly sprang to his feet and to her side. Now his knowledge could come to use.
"Boo, ya aiight?" Max's friend asked anxiously, she noticed Logan, "Why you staring at Original Cindy like so?"
"I'm a full qualified doctor," Logan said, his eyes darting to Max, he gulped, he wasn't really lying.
"Then help! My gal's having a bad spell."
Logan then found himself face to face with the brown-headed boy who had been chatting up the blonde.
"She needs medicine," he said white-faced.
"I would never know," Logan said, injecting sarcasm into his words.
The boy fumbled with something in his pockets, he seemed somewhat bewildered and determined at the same time. He finally offered Logan a bottle. "It's Tryptophan."
Logan looked suspiciously at the boy, this stuff was rare and so were its users. The seizures that the pills helped decrease, were of an unusual condition.
"Just give it to her," the boy snapped, agitated.
Logan emptied a few into his hand before Original Cindy helped restrain Max. Then Logan prised open her lips and slipped in the pills. He gently tipped water down her throat so that the pills could reach her system. Slowly they began to take over and Max stopped twitching. Soon she was breathing properly again, she opened her eyes a little before she closed them again. Logan sighed in relief and turned to give the boy his pills back, but he had gone. Logan looked puzzled at the empty space where the boy had been before he gave Original Cindy the pills. "Just give these to her when she comes to," he said before he got up and announced to the crowd that had gathered, "There's nothing to see everybody, the actions over, nothing much, now can I get through?"
The crowd parted and reluctantly went back to their seats, soon the atmosphere picked up again and all was forgotten.
Logan walked outside and got into his car. There was enough excitement for tonight. At his desk Logan Cale reached for the phone on his desk as he thumbed through his list of informants
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"You should have taken it when it was available, Max! Now that stuff's as common as the world is pretty and nice," Zack exclaimed as he sat by her bed, his callused hand clasping her smaller one.
Max laughed it off and smiled fondly at the brotherly figure she had in Zack. He had been one of the street rogues that had taken an interest in her. Zack and his gang had found her having a seizure in an alleyway. She had managed okay before with the fits but the one she had when they found her was a massive one. He introduced the Trytophron to her and became her source of the pills, even after she left him and the gang. She and Zack had an immensely close bond. All the same, Zack always kept in touch and here he was, scolding her about Tytophron.
"It's not funny Max," Zack said seriously, "I'll send some over when the next shipment comes."
Original Cindy entered the room and smiled at Zack. "Hey, boy, Wasup?"
Zack grinned back, "Hey OC, just giving Max a lecture."
"Hey, that boy back there in Crash helped ya out, that whats his name? Alec yeah, got the pills, here," OC threw Max a bottle.
"Who's the guy? Who's Alec?" Zack asked suspiciously.
Max caught the bottle and looked up to Zack, "Oh, I don't really know myself." Sometimes Zack was so protective.
"Well," Zack said somewhat reluctantly, "I've gotta go, see ya later and take care." He bent over awkwardly and kissed Max on the forehead before he exited.
OC raised an eyebrow at Max, a suggestive smile lurking on her lips. Max rolled her eyes and slapped her friend on the arm.
"Original Cindy's gotta blaze or Normal will be kicking her ass into the streets!"
"Oh damnit! I have to go to work," Max exclaimed as she struggled to get up.
Original Cindy pushed Max back into the bed, "Nuh uh, OC says you stay here, Boo! I'll explain to Normal."
Max sighed and nodded.
"Bye," and with that OC was gone.
Max sat back up and leant against the wall. She hated doing nothing.
Then the phone rang.
A/N: Cliffhanger? Sigh, not really, but guess who's phoning and I'll dedicate the next chapter to you. :P All the same, you better review, you see I've got this pet called Ego and I feed it my reviews. So when he's hungry I feel crappy. When he's full then I'm happy. See, the system works out! Anyway, stop being parasitic. I write. You read. You review. I write...... And so on, a lovely cycle eh? Should I continue?