Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel.
Spoilers: I'm starting this story just after Season two episode one. I don't know why, it just fits into my storyline.
Title: Stands for Soul
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A pale, yet well manicured hand with beautiful red fingernails reached out to grab a wad of cash on the table top. As her hand reached it, another hand, masculine, reached out of the shadows and grabbed her wrist, wad in hand.
Bright green eyes looked up from dark eyelashes into the hazel of the newer occupant to the transaction.
"X-5 494." The owner of the red nails and wad of cash continued to stare at him. Her crisp and annoyed voice cooled the air around the three occupants at the small round table. She shook her hand free from his grip and tucked the wad of cash down her low top, into her bra.
"I go by Alec now." He returned her cool attitude and took his hand off the table, back into the shadows.
"Oh really?" She asked him, flashing a fake smile at the other person at the table, who promptly got up and left.
"Really." He replied, watching her with feigned interest. She gathered her things together, being her very small black sequined handbag and bright red lipstick she tossed into it. Stopping herself from leaving, she took another look at him and sat down again.
"What do you want Alec?" She asked, exasperated and confused as to why she was even asking.
"I need your help Psyche." He looked at her and waited for her reply.
"What for?" She asked him, putting her bag down and crossed her legs slowly. Although only 17, she knew how men worked, especially men like Alec.
"I need your help with a gig." He replied, watching her cross her perfect legs. He glanced up at her to see her smile. "I heard you were in town, wanted to take advantage of it."
"Really?" She asked again, running a finger down from her temple, down her high cheek bone, across her cheek to rest on her bottom lip as she cocked her head to the right. Alec gulped as she grinned. She was having fun.
"Yeah., you always were the best thief to come outta Manticore." Her head snapped upright and the grin left her face. Alec watched the playful spark leave her eyes and be replaced by pain and a cold glare and he inwardly groaned. 'Great one Alec, upset the transgenic.'
"I'm sorry." He tried to mend his mistake but she was lost to him.
"Don't mention it." She replied, getting up and grasping her bag in her right hand. "Ever again."
"I'm sorry." He tried again, hurriedly getting up as she turned to leave. She then turned back again and grabbed his hand in a warm handshake.
"It really was good seeing you again Alec. This time on the right side of the fence." She kissed him quickly on the cheek and left just as quick.
"Damn, Max will kill me." Alec sat down and ordered a high content alcoholic beverage, whilst deciding how to tell Max about Psyche.