Author: Seza.
Summary: Alec's plans to steal a priceless artifact are not how he had expected them to turn out.
Disclaimer: I own no part of Dark Angel and this story is purely for entertainment purposes.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter One.
Max had told him not to steal, but since when had he ever taken orders from Max. If anything he was higher up then she was. But that was Manticore speak and it didn't exist anymore, that part of his life was gone. It seemed that max had a lecture for just about anything. Even though she had stolen herself, recently in fact although hers were always for a 'noble cause' and from the 'bad guy'. He wasn't quite sure that an old granny was a 'bad guy' passe or that a new T.V was a 'noble cause'. He focused himself on the job at hand. He had spotted the antique on one of his runs, done a little research and bingo priceless artifact on offer. Logan wasn't the only one who knew how to use a computer. He figured the steal should be pretty easy. Gran was probably deaf and wouldn't hear a thing and there was nobody else in the house. The statue had been locked up in the safe only an hour ago before she went to bed. Pressing his ear to the surface of the door listening out for the clicks, telling him the correct code. The door of the vault swung open revealing his prize. He couldn't help but smile when he saw it. This was too easy. He reached in and grabbed the statue. No bells, no rings, no sirens. Home free.
"That's mine." Maybe not. The voice didn't sound old enough to be the woman, but it was definitely feminine. "Are you deaf? Put it down." Listening closely he was sure he could detect an accent, most likely British. He slowly got up and turned to face her. She like himself was completely dressed in black, she had a pretty, yet confident face. She definitely looked like someone who could handle herself. Nevertheless he knew that he was strong and she was not a terrible threat.
"I don't see your name on it." He said with that trademark smirk.
"Don't see yours either." She retorted.
"Finders keepers then."
"You're not getting out of here with it."
"Little girl go home you're playing with the big boys now."
"I think you're underestimating me, I'm not a little girl."
"Whatever." He began to walk towards the door, but before he knew it she was across the room and in front of him blocking his exit. "Well that makes things interesting." He knew then exactly what she was.
"As interesting as kicking your ass could be." She threw a left hook straight at his face, but he grabbed her wrist with his spare hand.
"You're not the only one with talents. What are you X-5?"
"X-43. I mean Isabelle."
"Still getting use to the whole names thing, mine's Alec."
"Great can you let go of my arm now?"
"Say please."
"Piss off." She ripped her arm free from his grip.
"What's with the whole Brit deal anyway?" Her accent seemed to be so much stronger when she was angry.
"I was on a solo mission for 12 years over there. Adopted daughter of a British geneticist. Can I have my statue now?"
"No way do you know how much this is worth?"
"No. I was just stealing it for the fun of it." Her tone dripped in sarcasm.
"I'll offer you 50-50."
"I'm taking the whole thing, even if I have to beat you down to get it."
"What makes you so sure you can beat me?"
"You wouldn't hit a girl. You would have already have knocked me out if you could. So just give me it."
"You're not getting it."
"Fine I'll." She stopped mid sentence as if confused. "Oh god not now." She mumbled to herself.
"You okay?"
"See there you go like you were ever going to hit me." She continued to stare at the floor not wanting to look up. "Let's get this over with." Her eyes flew up as she launched her assault. Just as she had thought he never struck her, but he did block her attacks quickly and effectively. She needed to get this over and done with before she completely lost control. She could of run away but she wanted that statue and she didn't want to let this guy win either. She shot out a hand to grab the statue hoping that he was too busy missing her punches that he would be caught off guard. She managed to get a grip on it. But his grip was tighter then what she had expected. She tugged hard to release it from him but it was no use. He pulled his arm back sharply trying to unsteady her. She stumbled a little coming face to face with him. She felt caught, lost. He saw a flash in her eyes and knew immediately what was wrong with her, why she wanted to get away from him. Hormones were racing through her body urging her to proceed, her body wanted her to mate and this specimen was as good as any, if not better. To her body this made complete sense. She could feel herself , her mind beginning to agree. It was in that moment that she lost control of herself the very thing she had been dreading. Her lips sought out what they had been craving. He could do nothing but respond, his body too felt the urge. As the passion between them grew stronger, he let his hand slip away to nestle itself in her hair. He knew within a moment that this was a mistake. She felt the statue drop to her side he was no longer grasping it. Her mind immediately snapped back to the real reason she was there and it sure as hell wasn't to mate. She was back in control and she had what she had come for. Her knee flew up hitting her target precisely. Her fellow thief doubled over in pain, breathing heavily through the pain looking up only to see her head out the door with his prize in her hands.
*** She hadn't stopped running not from the house to the her apartment. Her mind was racing, her body was urging her to go back finish what she had started. She closed the door and locked it, she began pacing to keep herself occupied. She looked at the statue in her hands, and then she knew that it was worth it. She took it into her room and laid out on her bed still holding close to her chest. She looked to the photo frame that was placed on her bedside table. It was the only photo in her whole apartment, it was worn and creased from so many foldings and unfoldings. It was all the proof that existed of her family. She placed the statue next to the frame. She could remember sitting on her father's lap as he told her stories of how the artifacts came to be. That one day he would show them to her, take her back to America to see them.
"This is for you Dad." She turned away from the painful memories and tried to get some sleep.
Summary: Alec's plans to steal a priceless artifact are not how he had expected them to turn out.
Disclaimer: I own no part of Dark Angel and this story is purely for entertainment purposes.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter One.
Max had told him not to steal, but since when had he ever taken orders from Max. If anything he was higher up then she was. But that was Manticore speak and it didn't exist anymore, that part of his life was gone. It seemed that max had a lecture for just about anything. Even though she had stolen herself, recently in fact although hers were always for a 'noble cause' and from the 'bad guy'. He wasn't quite sure that an old granny was a 'bad guy' passe or that a new T.V was a 'noble cause'. He focused himself on the job at hand. He had spotted the antique on one of his runs, done a little research and bingo priceless artifact on offer. Logan wasn't the only one who knew how to use a computer. He figured the steal should be pretty easy. Gran was probably deaf and wouldn't hear a thing and there was nobody else in the house. The statue had been locked up in the safe only an hour ago before she went to bed. Pressing his ear to the surface of the door listening out for the clicks, telling him the correct code. The door of the vault swung open revealing his prize. He couldn't help but smile when he saw it. This was too easy. He reached in and grabbed the statue. No bells, no rings, no sirens. Home free.
"That's mine." Maybe not. The voice didn't sound old enough to be the woman, but it was definitely feminine. "Are you deaf? Put it down." Listening closely he was sure he could detect an accent, most likely British. He slowly got up and turned to face her. She like himself was completely dressed in black, she had a pretty, yet confident face. She definitely looked like someone who could handle herself. Nevertheless he knew that he was strong and she was not a terrible threat.
"I don't see your name on it." He said with that trademark smirk.
"Don't see yours either." She retorted.
"Finders keepers then."
"You're not getting out of here with it."
"Little girl go home you're playing with the big boys now."
"I think you're underestimating me, I'm not a little girl."
"Whatever." He began to walk towards the door, but before he knew it she was across the room and in front of him blocking his exit. "Well that makes things interesting." He knew then exactly what she was.
"As interesting as kicking your ass could be." She threw a left hook straight at his face, but he grabbed her wrist with his spare hand.
"You're not the only one with talents. What are you X-5?"
"X-43. I mean Isabelle."
"Still getting use to the whole names thing, mine's Alec."
"Great can you let go of my arm now?"
"Say please."
"Piss off." She ripped her arm free from his grip.
"What's with the whole Brit deal anyway?" Her accent seemed to be so much stronger when she was angry.
"I was on a solo mission for 12 years over there. Adopted daughter of a British geneticist. Can I have my statue now?"
"No way do you know how much this is worth?"
"No. I was just stealing it for the fun of it." Her tone dripped in sarcasm.
"I'll offer you 50-50."
"I'm taking the whole thing, even if I have to beat you down to get it."
"What makes you so sure you can beat me?"
"You wouldn't hit a girl. You would have already have knocked me out if you could. So just give me it."
"You're not getting it."
"Fine I'll." She stopped mid sentence as if confused. "Oh god not now." She mumbled to herself.
"You okay?"
"See there you go like you were ever going to hit me." She continued to stare at the floor not wanting to look up. "Let's get this over with." Her eyes flew up as she launched her assault. Just as she had thought he never struck her, but he did block her attacks quickly and effectively. She needed to get this over and done with before she completely lost control. She could of run away but she wanted that statue and she didn't want to let this guy win either. She shot out a hand to grab the statue hoping that he was too busy missing her punches that he would be caught off guard. She managed to get a grip on it. But his grip was tighter then what she had expected. She tugged hard to release it from him but it was no use. He pulled his arm back sharply trying to unsteady her. She stumbled a little coming face to face with him. She felt caught, lost. He saw a flash in her eyes and knew immediately what was wrong with her, why she wanted to get away from him. Hormones were racing through her body urging her to proceed, her body wanted her to mate and this specimen was as good as any, if not better. To her body this made complete sense. She could feel herself , her mind beginning to agree. It was in that moment that she lost control of herself the very thing she had been dreading. Her lips sought out what they had been craving. He could do nothing but respond, his body too felt the urge. As the passion between them grew stronger, he let his hand slip away to nestle itself in her hair. He knew within a moment that this was a mistake. She felt the statue drop to her side he was no longer grasping it. Her mind immediately snapped back to the real reason she was there and it sure as hell wasn't to mate. She was back in control and she had what she had come for. Her knee flew up hitting her target precisely. Her fellow thief doubled over in pain, breathing heavily through the pain looking up only to see her head out the door with his prize in her hands.
*** She hadn't stopped running not from the house to the her apartment. Her mind was racing, her body was urging her to go back finish what she had started. She closed the door and locked it, she began pacing to keep herself occupied. She looked at the statue in her hands, and then she knew that it was worth it. She took it into her room and laid out on her bed still holding close to her chest. She looked to the photo frame that was placed on her bedside table. It was the only photo in her whole apartment, it was worn and creased from so many foldings and unfoldings. It was all the proof that existed of her family. She placed the statue next to the frame. She could remember sitting on her father's lap as he told her stories of how the artifacts came to be. That one day he would show them to her, take her back to America to see them.
"This is for you Dad." She turned away from the painful memories and tried to get some sleep.