Wow, two stories finished and I'm still crazy enough to attempt a third. I'd just like to thank everyone again for supporting the last one. I'm swamped with school work this term so I apologize in advance if I'm slow to post sometimes on this one. This story is going to be a bit different than the first two, less supernatural drama, more ass kicking. Anyhow I hope you enjoy.
* Though not entirely necessary, I highly recommend reading the first two stories in this series "Lost in the Grey," and "Love as Black as Sin."
* Recap of "Love as Black as Sin": The dark lady returns to wreak havoc against Max and Alec. The familiars make their bid for world dominance. Senator Burnhart contacts Max and the transgenics offering Max a deal for her people's freedom, which on the surface seems too good to be true. Alec and then Max are kidnapped. Dr. Sandeman finally puts in an appearance explaining the real purpose behind the mysterious runes. A surprising connection is discovered between Max and the dark woman. The transgenics realize their purpose in fighting against the familiars ultimate plan. Biggs meets his tragic and heroic end beating the familiar cause once and for all. Senator Burnhart follows through on her promise to the transgenics reminding Max and Alec of their promise to act as her guns for hire…
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel, the show and its characters are the sole possession of Cameron and Eglee. I do own the plot and the original characters. I also own an old laptop for writing this stuff, four hundred dollars worth of text books which I should be reading right now, a thirteen inch television which generally occupies my time much better than studying, and a box of chocolate chip cookies. The text books I might willingly part with but no one touches the cookies.
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Rain pelts my slick bare arms, plastering my overlong hair to the nape of my neck, and running in rivulets down my forehead. Lightening strikes one of the frothing palms outside cracking a branch and sending it crashing to the sands of the shoal. I shudder involuntarily and duck back inside the rough hewed hut. Brutal winds threaten to tear the flimsy roof off the small shack which has been my pitiful shelter for the past three days. The selfish half of my brain, the one which I'd allowed to govern me in those first few months after I'd been freed from Manticore, wished desperately that she was here with me right now. I crave the comfort of her touch, it's been a long while since I have gone without it. On the other hand, the rational portion of my brain is happy that she's as far away as she can get from this godforsaken hell hole. My enhanced vision catches a dimmer flash of light outside. It can't be lightening again, it's too low to the ground and not nearly bright enough. A second flash cuts through the driving rain, the long focused beam of a high-powered flashlight. It's over. They've found me, and I know that despite the hurricane raging outside, I can't hide indefinitely. Breathing deeply I plunge into the driving rains outside.
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"Six flights of stairs, you do realize that its six flights of stairs don't you?" Panting heavily, Sketchy drops the box to the floor and slumps onto it.
"Five flights, you counted the front stoop. Besides it's not as if either of us cares about the physical exertion." Stumbling up the stairs behind us, Max flops her larger bundle down beside Sketchy's and punches my shoulder.
"What? I was talking about the stairs." At one time she would have thrown a major hissy fit at me for that comment, now she simply throws me a dazzling smile and stands up on her tip toes to drop a small peck on my cheek.
"So me and the moron here are dying to know, how hell did you and my Boo get the hock to get a swank pad like this?" Cindy saunters into the room behind the three of us like a supreme goddess. She of course gets away with carrying only a small bag of groceries and her petite self.
I open my mouth to speak when a sharp blow to the shin nearly causes me to yelp out loud, and only my transgenic self restraint allows me to maintain my composure. Circling behind our friends, Max widens her already immense doe eyes and makes rapid hacking motions with her hands. I wrinkle my forehead in reply and with a martyred sigh she glares at me over their heads and strings out a sentence in slow and deliberate Manticore hand signals. "Don't say a word about the deal." Cindy and Sketchy are now staring at me in avid confusion and I quickly plaster on my most charming smirk.
"What can I say my friends. A few months of cat burgling with revved up, lightening reflexes and you can scrape together enough for a living in this rag tag world." At the back of the room, Max raises her eyebrows at me with a pained expression. At least Cindy and Sketchy seemed to buy the explanation.
Max steps forward, her hips swaying deliciously and momentarily riveting my attention. "The two of you will stay for dinner won't you?" I can feel the pout spring immediately to my lips. Seeing the expression on my face, Cindy bursts into a carol of rich laughter.
"Don't worry Hot Boy, me and the fool here wouldn't dream of stepping on yo big romantic plans for this most fine evening. Come on Funkmaster, time we leave these two love birds on their own." Cindy winks cheerfully at Max and Sketchy gives me a discrete thumbs up when he thinks she isn't looking. Smacking Sketchy across the back of his head and making his hair even more disheveled than usual, she grabs him be the tip of his nose and drags him towards the door. It clicks shut with a delicious kind of finality. I turn around to speak and find that she's already blurred to my side.
Sliding her hands through my own she snuggles up to my body and rests her cheek against my chest. "Alone at last." Her lush lips turn up in a delectably seductive smile as she runs her hands down the length of my back to rest in the small.
"Well My Lady how may I woo you on this fine evening. Perhaps a plate of fresh pasta, a carafe of fine pre-pulse wine?" She glares at me in mock anger and her fingers dig lightly into my still tender ribs. Then with an evil expression her hands wander lower causing my breath to hitch in my chest. "Or perhaps just a loaf of bread and thou." Her lips crash against mine hungrily, infecting me with such force that I'm driven back a few feet. I counter by sweeping her off her feet and into my arms, our lips never breaking contact. With a visible effort her she tilts her head from mine and momentarily avoids my questing mouth.
"You know we don't actually have a bed or a mattress or any of those wonderful trappings yet." Smirking smugly and still cradling her to my body I sweep down on the nearest box and through the wonders of transgenic memory reemerge clutching an old thick blanket of mine.
"Think we can make do?"
"For you, anything."