Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Dark Angel or any of the songs used in this fiction. The only characters I own are Six and her band

Note: This fanfiction is a little different to my usual, but WILL end up M/L. Please take the time to read the words of the songs in the story, as they are important to the piece. This is only part one, and I have an interesting storyline in mind.

Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Seattle, 2021

The Crash

9:15 PM

I cannot believe the crowd tonight. There are so many people. I'm not nervous or anything, it just makes me wonder what my publicist, Meech actually did to publicise my appearance tonight. Food for thought.

I can't help looking into the crowd, and trying to get an idea about how these people feel. They certainly look happy. Well most of them do, but I need to find someone who needs a song.

Most people find me confusing when they first meet me. I guess it's not a huge surprise, considering that I can't tell them anything apart from my name, which in itself is confusing. You see, I came from a place called Manticore. Now, this in itself isn't that unusual, when you consider that there are hundreds of thousands of Manticore creations walking around. However, I'm different. I mean, even for a Manticore project. I wasn't even supposed to exist really, let alone escape into the world.

See, Manticore didn't create me, genetically speaking. Unlike all of their other creations, my DNA wasn't fiddled with - I was conceived fairly naturally, if you call being conceived in a test tube natural. What makes me so different is that I have parents - my DNA is half of one person (A Manticore creation actually) and half of another (Whom apparently was an ordinary person.).

So here I am. I'm not meant to exist, but hey, what can you do? Personally I'm glad I was born, and maybe, just maybe my parents will be too - if I can ever find them.

I snap out of my inner monologue, and focus on the task at hand - performing. I am at Crash tonight to play the guitar and sing with my band. I'm actually surprised that they even let me in here, because I'm only 16, but I guess the owners have heard about the band's reputation. We are becoming rather well known, mainly because of the way we seem to be able to play the right song to fit the mood of the moment. You see, this is my... gift, I guess you could call it. I am an empath, I can feel other people's moods. Manticore programmed my mother's DNA, so that her first child with an ordinary would be empathic. I guess they thought that I'd be useful in a battle situation, or whatever. That is, if I was ever born. The only way that it would be possible (While my mother was in Manticore) was if she was on a mission outside, and went into heat. I would have been conceived by accident. 'Course, their whole plan was shot to hell when she escaped before she was even old enough to go into heat. So I guess they wanted me to exist, and picked some random guy's DNA, and created me. Well, it's good to know that I at least have a purpose in life.

I scope out the crowd once more, searching for an emotion to re-create with a song. I find a guy who feels a bit rebellious, and I tell the band which song to play. I join in, and begin to sing.

I want to be the minority

I don't need your authority

Down with the moral majority

'Cause I want to be the minority

I pledge allegiance to the underworld

One nation under dog

There of which I stand alone

A face in the crowd

Unsung, against the mold

Without a doubt

Singled out

The only way I know

I want to be the minority

I don't need your authority

Down with the moral majority

'Casue I want to be the minority

Stepped out of the line

Like a sheep runs from the herd

Marching out of time

To my own beat now

The only way I know

One light, one mind

Flashing in the dark

Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts

"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me

A free for all

F*** 'em all

You are your own sight

I want to be the minority

I don't need your authority

Down with the moral majority

'Cause I want to be the minority

The crowd applauds us, and I scope out the crowd again. I spot a couple who are feeling very sad. The woman, a brunette, feels lost. She wants to be with the guy, but something is holding her back. I can't work her emotions out, so I focus on him. He's a very good-looking guy (They're both very good looking) with blonde, spiky hair and glasses. He also wants to be with the woman sitting across from him, but something is holding him back too. He wants to take her pain away, to make her happy, but something is in the way. I shake my head, giving up on working them out.

"Which song?" My bass player, John, asks. I sigh and tell him. He looks at me sceptically.

"Are you sure? I mean, someone's gotta be feeling pretty alone for that one."

I just nod. I want to make this couple feel better. I want to tell her how he feels, that she will be safe with him. So I begin to play and sing.

I wanted to be like you

I wanted everything

So I tried to be like you

And I got swept away

I didn't know that

It was so cold and

You needed someone

To show you the way

So I took your hand and

We figured out that

When the tide comes

I'll take you away

If you want to I can save you

I take you away from here

So lonely inside

So busy out there

And all you wanted

was somebody who cares

I'm sinking slowly

So hurry hold me

Your hand is all I have

To keep me hanging on

Please can you tell me

So I can finally see

Where you go when you're gone

All you wanted was somebody who cares

If you need me you know I'll be there

If you want to I can save you

I take you away from here

So lonely inside

So busy out there

And all you wanted

Was somebody who cares

Please can you tell me

So I can finally see

Where you go when you're gone

The crowd applauds loudly. The DJ starts playing a pre-pulse dance song, and the band and I go for our break. I look for the couple to see how they liked the song, but they are gone. I feel strangely disappointed. I really wanted them to feel happy. I shake my head. I shouldn't worry. It's not like I know them or anything.

Seattle 2021

Logan's Aztec

9:00 PM

I look at Max as she stares despondently out of my car window. I know that this stupid virus has made her very unhappy. I really don't like when she's unhappy. So much so that I think I may have to do something to make her care less about me. I mean, then she won't feel so sad about not being able to be with me. It won't ease my pain, but somehow I feel that, despite her superhuman powers, I really need to save Max from her emotional turmoil. She doesn't seem to be able to handle the pain.

I guess I always forget how young she really is. I mean, she's so mature, and she's been through so much, but she's still only what? 20? 21? Also, she's gone through life without much love. She never had parents, only her siblings. As far as I know she's never been in a serious relationship before, so I guess she has an excuse for not being able to handle the emotions.

The whole situation really pisses me off to be honest. I love Max. I know that, she knows that. I mean, I don't know if she loves me, but that I can deal with. It just becomes so much more complicated than attachment issues with the virus. It just always seems to be that way with us. Everything is so hard. I just wish it didn't have to be that way.

I try to cull my morbid thoughts when we get to Crash. Max and I decided to go out and try and have some fun tonight. She said that she was sick of being cooped up, and that we should try to have a normal night out. So I will try.

Seattle 2021

The Crash

9:07 PM

My brain hurts. It's the only way to describe my mood. I just want to crawl into a hole and die; my life seems that bad. I guess it's mostly because of this stupid virus thing. I can't handle it. I just can't. I watch Logan as he goes to order our beer (In 2 separate pitchers – to be safe), and I find myself even more confused. I love this man. I know that I do. I want, more than anything to be with him – to have our own happily ever after, but I know that this will most likely never happen.

Aside from the black helicopter dudes on my back, my life is too complicated to ever be normal. I mean, I set all of these Manticore freaks on the world, so I'm responsible for them. This alone makes my head hurt. Then there is just the general inadequacy of me. I know that if the virus is ever cured, I will not be good enough for Logan – I'll find some way to screw it up.

I thank Logan when he hands me my beer, and I take a large swig. We both turn to watch the stage, as the band finishes their song. They are actually very good. I do a double take when I see the lead guitarist and lead singer though. She looks all of 16. Somehow though, she doesn't look to young to be in Crash. She has a air of wisdom about her, like she knows something the rest of us don't – but not in an obnoxious way.

Her appearance is striking. She is about 5'5 and has longish dark blonde, very curly hair – like as in ringlets. She is petite, but the most striking thing about her is her eyes. They are a dull grey-blue, like a stormy sky, and seem to hold so much wisdom. She looks at me, confusedly, and turns to her bass player. They have a quick conversation, and the band begins to play.

I wanted to be like you

I wanted everything

So I tried to be like you

And I got swept away

I didn't know that

It was so cold and

You needed someone

To show you the way

So I took your hand and

We figured out that

When the tide comes

I'll take you away

If you want to I can save you

I take you away from here

So lonely inside

So busy out there

And all you wanted

was somebody who cares

I'm sinking slowly

So hurry hold me

Your hand is all I have

To keep me hanging on

Please can you tell me

So I can finally see

Where you go when you're gone

All you wanted was somebody who cares

If you need me you know I'll be there

Logan looks at me, and I get the strangest feeling, like this song is for me, for us. Suddenly, I can't handle it. The emotion is too much. I get up and run out the door. I can hear Logan calling me, but I can't stop, I have to keep running.

As I run further and further away, I can still hear the song

If you want to I can save you

I take you away from here

So lonely inside

So busy out there

And all you wanted

Was somebody who cares

Please can you tell me

So I can finally see

Where you go when you're gone