O.k. My first fan fiction in a long time, I have been lurking in a while
and so have resisted the urge to type, but now, after hiding in Dark Angel
I shall write again!!!!
This is my first Dark Angel fic but I try, and I can only hope that you
should like, and perhaps review. I am not entirely sure of the barcode
numbers but if there are any mistakes please let me know!
Disclaimer. You know the score.
Prologue
In a sterile lab hope flared briefly for the aging man hunched over a report. "Perfect. A perfect match."
* * * * * * * * * *
"494 and 452?" The doctor looked down at the information printed on the paper on his clipboard.
"Yes ma'am. A perfect match, even with 452's pure DNA."
The woman sitting behind the large desk dropped her guard enough to let her eyes widen. "Pure?"
"Yes." The doctor stopped waiting for an invitation to continue. When she waved her arm at him he launched into the notes he had written in front of him.
"Most of the X-series have a portion of 'junk' DNA attached to their double helix, it doesn't do anything, it's just there, however there are three particular X-5's who have very little in their genetic sequencing, 450, 493 and obviously 494. 452 has none."
The doctor shifted awkwardly under the woman's gaze.
"Well, what does this mean?" Her words were clipped, impatient.
"We're not exactly sure, it could mean a lot but, with the termination of 450 and 493 then it leaves 452 and 494. Sandeman made these his own personal projects. We believe that Sandeman has . other intentions for."
The woman cut him off with a wave of her hand as the phone on her desk rang out into the quiet sterility of the office.
"Renfro. Yes? What happened? Escaped?"
Chapter One (Terminal City P.FN)
Max sat in a chair she'd scrounged from Alec's hotel waiting for Logan to spit out the words he'd obviously been rolling around in his mouth for the past 10 minutes. She picked absently at the polynylon purple material of the bucket chair as she twisted idly on it, watching the cracks in the ceiling move above her head. The room was bare, containing only a table, two chairs and a bookcase. Sun bleached walls left imprints of previous life as the marks of photo frames and various cupboards left their story on the faded green wallpaper. A sigh from Logan brought her facing him and she waited expectantly as he pulled his glasses off and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He jammed them back on and sighed again, tapping a few keys before looking at her.
"Well, I've been reviewing the symbols found on your arm and back. They vary from Aramaic, Egyptian to Ancient Greek and Sanskrit. They appear to make no sense, but arrange them in a certain order and it's almost like reading a prophecy."
Max sat forward intrigued. "A prophecy about me?"
Logan nodded. " It begins with: 'The creation of the One, torn from her mothers belly trained' it doesn't say what in, ' the defender of our nation.'"
Max frowned at him and went to talk when he continued.
"There's more, that's just your arm. Your back reads; ' And question though she will, her true self shall not be revealed until the marked cat walks through her dreams and holds her heart. Only then shall she have the power to ruin or restore worlds."
There was a moment of silence before Max stood and began to pace the room.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Basically, that you're some sort of chosen one and you were designed to avert some disaster prophesised by Sandeman."
Max stopped and looked at Logan. " Do you think he had something to do with this?"
Logan tapped a few keys and narrowed his eyes at his computer screen. " There are rumours that he worked specifically on four of the X-5's DNA. When certain conditions were recognised by specific elements of your DNA it would activate some sort of sign."
Max sat down again and bit her lip. " What about this marked cat."
Logan sighed. "I'm not entirely sure."
He was cut off with Max's pager. She looked down and saw Alec's number flash on the screen. She stood up.
"I gotta blaze."
Logan nodded. "I'll keep working on these."
Without another word Max had pulled her jacket over her shoulders and had shut the door softly behind her before he had chance to say good bye.
Max walked into the main mess hall at T.C. H.Q. She shook her head. She was amazed how easy it was to look at the world in military jargon, abbreviations and acronyms. She saw Alec sitting in a group of couches across the near empty hall. They'd been pulled around some sort of coffee table. Creeping up behind him she punched him lightly on the shoulder and stood in front of him.
"Me hitting you back" She grinned.
Alec winced and rubbed his shoulder in not so mock pain. " Ha Ha Maxie, glad to see you too."
She sat down opposite him and scowled. "What do you want?"
Alec's rueful grin dropped from his face leaving a blank mask that chilled Max. Though the room was nearly empty he lowered his voice so that the approaching Asha couldn't hear him
"I want you to treat me with some respect." His voice throbbed with primal heat and anger and he watched Max blush and drop her eyes from his.
Shaking his head he looked at Max surprised. *What the hell was going on with him? He never snapped at Max, why was he going territorial on her now? *
Max frowned and wondered if Alec was going to hit her for not behaving. Then she straightened. Alec was her SiC, not her pack leader, what the hell was going on?
I know I know sorry, dodgy ending and a bit dry but it gets better; I just wanted to get all the explanations out of the way first! I hope you like me!
A/N T.C= Terminal City H.Q= Head Quarters Mess Hall= Dining Hall SiC= Second in Command
Disclaimer. You know the score.
Prologue
In a sterile lab hope flared briefly for the aging man hunched over a report. "Perfect. A perfect match."
* * * * * * * * * *
"494 and 452?" The doctor looked down at the information printed on the paper on his clipboard.
"Yes ma'am. A perfect match, even with 452's pure DNA."
The woman sitting behind the large desk dropped her guard enough to let her eyes widen. "Pure?"
"Yes." The doctor stopped waiting for an invitation to continue. When she waved her arm at him he launched into the notes he had written in front of him.
"Most of the X-series have a portion of 'junk' DNA attached to their double helix, it doesn't do anything, it's just there, however there are three particular X-5's who have very little in their genetic sequencing, 450, 493 and obviously 494. 452 has none."
The doctor shifted awkwardly under the woman's gaze.
"Well, what does this mean?" Her words were clipped, impatient.
"We're not exactly sure, it could mean a lot but, with the termination of 450 and 493 then it leaves 452 and 494. Sandeman made these his own personal projects. We believe that Sandeman has . other intentions for."
The woman cut him off with a wave of her hand as the phone on her desk rang out into the quiet sterility of the office.
"Renfro. Yes? What happened? Escaped?"
Chapter One (Terminal City P.FN)
Max sat in a chair she'd scrounged from Alec's hotel waiting for Logan to spit out the words he'd obviously been rolling around in his mouth for the past 10 minutes. She picked absently at the polynylon purple material of the bucket chair as she twisted idly on it, watching the cracks in the ceiling move above her head. The room was bare, containing only a table, two chairs and a bookcase. Sun bleached walls left imprints of previous life as the marks of photo frames and various cupboards left their story on the faded green wallpaper. A sigh from Logan brought her facing him and she waited expectantly as he pulled his glasses off and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He jammed them back on and sighed again, tapping a few keys before looking at her.
"Well, I've been reviewing the symbols found on your arm and back. They vary from Aramaic, Egyptian to Ancient Greek and Sanskrit. They appear to make no sense, but arrange them in a certain order and it's almost like reading a prophecy."
Max sat forward intrigued. "A prophecy about me?"
Logan nodded. " It begins with: 'The creation of the One, torn from her mothers belly trained' it doesn't say what in, ' the defender of our nation.'"
Max frowned at him and went to talk when he continued.
"There's more, that's just your arm. Your back reads; ' And question though she will, her true self shall not be revealed until the marked cat walks through her dreams and holds her heart. Only then shall she have the power to ruin or restore worlds."
There was a moment of silence before Max stood and began to pace the room.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Basically, that you're some sort of chosen one and you were designed to avert some disaster prophesised by Sandeman."
Max stopped and looked at Logan. " Do you think he had something to do with this?"
Logan tapped a few keys and narrowed his eyes at his computer screen. " There are rumours that he worked specifically on four of the X-5's DNA. When certain conditions were recognised by specific elements of your DNA it would activate some sort of sign."
Max sat down again and bit her lip. " What about this marked cat."
Logan sighed. "I'm not entirely sure."
He was cut off with Max's pager. She looked down and saw Alec's number flash on the screen. She stood up.
"I gotta blaze."
Logan nodded. "I'll keep working on these."
Without another word Max had pulled her jacket over her shoulders and had shut the door softly behind her before he had chance to say good bye.
Max walked into the main mess hall at T.C. H.Q. She shook her head. She was amazed how easy it was to look at the world in military jargon, abbreviations and acronyms. She saw Alec sitting in a group of couches across the near empty hall. They'd been pulled around some sort of coffee table. Creeping up behind him she punched him lightly on the shoulder and stood in front of him.
"Me hitting you back" She grinned.
Alec winced and rubbed his shoulder in not so mock pain. " Ha Ha Maxie, glad to see you too."
She sat down opposite him and scowled. "What do you want?"
Alec's rueful grin dropped from his face leaving a blank mask that chilled Max. Though the room was nearly empty he lowered his voice so that the approaching Asha couldn't hear him
"I want you to treat me with some respect." His voice throbbed with primal heat and anger and he watched Max blush and drop her eyes from his.
Shaking his head he looked at Max surprised. *What the hell was going on with him? He never snapped at Max, why was he going territorial on her now? *
Max frowned and wondered if Alec was going to hit her for not behaving. Then she straightened. Alec was her SiC, not her pack leader, what the hell was going on?
I know I know sorry, dodgy ending and a bit dry but it gets better; I just wanted to get all the explanations out of the way first! I hope you like me!
A/N T.C= Terminal City H.Q= Head Quarters Mess Hall= Dining Hall SiC= Second in Command