WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)
EMAIL: hmfergie@charter.net
WEBSITE: (Jensen)
RATING: PG-13 (NC-17 where applicable will be separate)
SUMMARY: Set after Freak Nation. A miss understanding turns into some truth telling and decision making for our transgenic pair.
SPOILERS: Everything!
DISCLAIMER: All Dark Angel characters belong to James Cameron, FOX, etc. etc. etc.
FEEDBACK: Always makes me smile! :)
DEDICATION: To all the Nuns at the Church of Jensen, the Blue Lady, and of course Jensen!
RANT: Okay… I did the stupid thing and watched Freak Nation with the commentary. Can I actually say I'm HAPPY that DA was canceled? Seriously what Cameron and/or what the writers wanted to do…. UGH! So, with that annoyance in my head, I just had to correct a few things, or I couldn't live with myself, whatever this will be (obviously, writing this, before I write my fic) is the result of this huge annoyance. SO… let's see how it goes. ;)
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She held on tight, only because she was afraid she would fall, feeling light-headed, as tears streamed down her face. Tears he mistakenly believed were full of joy like he was.
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"So I hear there's reason to celebrate."
The eyes that looked back at Mole from the table, told him that was completely untrue. At least for one person. Mole took a seat, and signaled to Jonny for a drink, and another bottle of scotch for his drinking partner.
Alec gave him a questioning look as Jonny brought over the other bottle. Mole took out his cigar, grabbed the mug from Jonny, and responded, "Looks like you might need it."
He lifted the bottle high as he leaned back in his chair, and took another swig, shaking his head. "She thinks everyone hates her."
"So?" Mole asked him, "It accomplished the main goal. She won't be back."
Alec swallowed hard, "Yeah it sure did." He looked at the dark liquid in the bottle as he moved it around. He closed his eyes, "She left. Took her stuff. And... went to him." He sat back up, put the bottle on the table, and leaned over it, putting his head in his hands.
Mole just shook his head looking at his counterpart. "Don't do this to yourself. She wanted this. She wants him. This is the best for everyone."
"Everyone?"
"Yes. Everyone. Including you…" He said, pointing his cigar at the other man, "Especially you."
Alec just gave a snort in response.
"Forget about that female." He motioned his cigar around the bar, "There are plenty more out there. And most of them won't treat you like shit."
He looked up from the bottle and caught a blond looking back at him with a smile.
Mole stood up, patted him on the shoulder, "It's time to get back in the saddle my friend and sow more of those wild oats."
Alec watched Mole leave as the curvy blonde started to walk towards his table. "Is this seat taken?"
He looked up at her, took another large swig of scotch. "It is now,"
he said motioning with his other hand for her to sit down.
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She sat her fork down next to her plate of half eaten pasta. Afraid that if she didn't she might break something because her hand was shaking so much. She gripped her hands together in her lap under the table.
Logan looked over at her through the glow of the candles. He took a drink of wine, sat his glass down, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she said too quickly. "Why?"
He eyed her for a second, "Because you've hardly ate or drank anything."
"Just… in shock… still… I guess."
He nodded, "Yeah, me too. I can't believe this whole nightmare is over."
*Or just beginning,* she thought but said, "Yeah."
"Well, since it looks like you're done eating…" Her heart began to beat faster, "How about we… go sit down and…"
"Talk… sure!" She said, grabbing her glass of wine, drinking the rest quickly, and pouring another.
He smiled and followed her over to the couch, grabbing the bottle of wine as he went.
She sat down on the far end, curling up her feet between her and the rest of the couch.
Logan sat down, and turned towards her. He laughed slightly, "Max… remember… you don't have to be so far away from me anymore."
Max nodded, "Uh yeah… right… it's so difficult to remember that."
He smiled, "Yeah, might take a little getting used to. But I think we'll manage," he said as he moved closer to her. He moved his hand to touch the side of her face and she instinctively jumped back.
"Sorry." She said quickly.
"It's okay." He said softly, moving his face closer to hers. "We'll just go slow."
She swallowed hard, "Yeah… slow… perfect."
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Mole walked back in the bar, and shook his head. "They don't call him Pretty Boy for nothing," he said as he started to walk over to Alec's table. The full range of hair colors were on display, as a group of women all sat around his table.
He was about ready to smile seeing as how his advice seemed to be paying off, until he started to hear his conversation.
"So I just don't get it… I mean… that's what she said she wanted… right?"
A red head patted him on his arm, shaking her head. "Some women just don't know what they want."
The brunette just rolled her eyes, "Sounds like a bitch to me."
The blonde gave the brunette an evil look, "Don't say that. You can clearly see how much he lov…"
Alec cut her off, "I don't…"
She patted him on the back, "Whatever you say sweetie." All the girls just rolled their eyes. "She just obviously either won't or can't see what was right…"
Mole pulled Alec out of his chair by the back of his coat. "That's enough ladies. I think this soldier needs to get some shut eye."
All the girls stood up in protest, "Now wait just a minute." The red head said, with a hand on her hip. "We were just trying to help."
Mole shook his head, and started to lead Alec out of the bar, "Not the type of help I was going for."
Alec allowed himself to be lead out of the bar and back to his apartment by the reptilian man, as his head was deep in thought. Or as much thought as over 3 bottles of scotch would allow. Despite the rumors, transgenics were not totally unaffected by large amounts of liqueur. "You know what Mole?"
"What?" Mole asked without any humor, and mostly out of annoyance.
"You know what I figured out?"
Mole sighed, "What?"
"Women… they are totally… totally… insane."
Mole then started to laugh, and hit Alec on the back hard, "Now you
have FINALLY come to your senses."
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As the hours and alcohol started to pass, he had started to think… think and pace. Pace back and forth in his apartment. As the liqueur faded, the look on her face and her hurt in her words, echoed clearer and clearer in his head. *Everyone hates me.* He closed his eyes. *You gave me no choice.* His eyes opened again, as he sighed. "I gave her no choice." He ran his hand through his hair, "I didn't think there was any choice to make. What choice was there? Like she wasn't going to take the cure? Yeah, right."
Alec shook his head, as the carpet seemed to be wearing out even more under his feet. "How was I supposed to know that once she got the cure she wouldn't want to run right into his arms?" He then stopped dead in his tracks. "Wait... She DIDN'T want too."
Her words echoed once again, *You gave me no choice.*
What did she really mean by those words? His mind was spinning. At the time he thought she was mad that he had somehow just decided to be the one to tell Logan, or something. But now... He shook his head, "No way in hell." His brain wouldn't let him think of the OTHER concept. It was just too far fetched... wasn't it?
His heart rate speed up. "And I just sent her away. Making her think
that everyone hates her. Making her go to..." He stopped again, "Oh shit."
And with that he grabbed his coat and was out the door. Hoping that he
wasn't to late to stop the horrible images that were playing in his mind
from taking place.
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The bike came to a screeching halt outside the dark house. Alec jumped off, leaning it on its side as he raced up the steps and through the door. He stopped in his tracks as he rounded the corner into the living room.
The long burnt candles were out. The wine glasses were empty on the coffee table. The plates of partially finished pasta were on the table. The room was dark, the lights in the place were out. He swallowed hard. He let his ears listen, not wanting to walk towards the bedroom. It was quiet... except for an occasional snore.
His heart and his stomach dropped. They were asleep. He was too late. The choice he was hoping she had wanted was gone. Never given. He took a deep breath and was assaulted with her scent, confirming her presence recently in the room. His head dropped as he slowly walked out of the house, down the steps, and picked up the bike.
He swung his leg over it, started up the engine and left tire marks on the pavement as he speed off into the night.
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*Knock* She pulled the pillow over her curly dark hair. *KNOCK KNOCK* She sat up in bed. *KNOCK* She grabbed her baseball bat and swung her feet to the floor. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* "Somebody bett'r be dying or someBODY will be!" Cindy yelled to the knocker on the other side of her door.
She took a glance through the peep whole, dropped the bat, quickly unchained and opened the door. "What's wrong?" She asked quickly to visitor who had looked like they had lost everything in the world.
"I didn't know where else to go."
OC scooped up the forlorn girl in her arms, pulling her into the apartment.
"Max... what the hell happened?"
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He wasn't sure how he had gotten there. It wasn't his intention, but he wanted to laugh to himself as he felt the wind hit his face as he looked down at the lights below. He took a seat on the cold surface, putting his hands in his coat pockets. He hugged the leather around himself as his eyes looked out over the Seattle skyline.
Why had he come here? Some strange sense of hope that she would be here? Yeah right. He knew where she was. Whose arms she was in. Arms that he had forced her to go to. He squeezed his eyes shut at the thought. For the last few weeks he had done nothing but push her away. *Push? More like catapult.*
Alec's fists hit the metal of the Space Needle. "But that's what she wanted!" He wanted to scream, because the real problem was that while he was torturing himself with the idea that maybe, just maybe she had wanted a choice other than... Logan. He wasn't for sure. And now he knew... Knew that he would never know. And maybe, he really didn't want to know.
"What was I supposed to do?" He asked the city. "She said she wanted him. She constantly said how much she wanted me gone. I couldn't let her continue to use me as her personal punching bag. Terminal City needed..." He stopped and shook his head. She was literally driving him crazy and she wasn't even around. He was talking to NO one.
He stood up and took a deep breath. It didn't matter anymore. He had
to forget about it all, about her, and move on. It was over. He had to
go back to Terminal City. Go back and finish things there. But he knew
that it wasn't going to be easy. Because the best way to forget... is to
not be around the thing you are trying to forget. But that was going to
be *Impossible,* he thought as his eyes gazed up at the shooting stars.
More lighting up the night sky than previously, as the approaching comet
was getting closer.
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"The cure," were the only words out of her mouth as Cindy dragged her over to the couch. They sat down in a heap, and Max curled up in her friends arms.
OC tried to figure out what she meant by that as she stroked the girls hair. "You're gonna have to 'splan things to Original Cindy, Boo."
Max hung on tighter. "Alec gave me the cure in front of Logan... Everyone in TC helped... They all wanted me... gone." The last word was choked out of her throat.
Cindy's eyes widen as the full understanding of what was going on in Max's head hit her. She took a deep breath, and held her friend closer, "I'm so sorry Boo." And that was all she could say right now. Because even through her brain was thinking of a million things to counter it all, she knew that Max didn't want to hear them right now. "So... you want to tell me the WHOLE story?"
She thought it would be best for Max just to talk instead of hear words
from her. That, and Cindy was beyond curious as to what the hell had actually
happened. While part of her knew the answer as to why Max was here and
not out celebrating with... Logan. She wanted to be sure before she gave
her wise advice to her friend.
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"Where have you been?" Only a look responded. "You look like shit by the way." Another look. "Hey, you scheduled the meeting. I thought those were done when the Mrs. headed for the hills."
Mole found himself up against the wall, a hand around his neck, and coughing on the smoke from his fallen cigar in a split second. Raging pools of hazel gazed back at him, "DO NOT start with me."
The reptilian nodded as best he could in the position, and then soon found his feet back on the floor. With a slight breeze, and the slamming of the door. The rest of the transgenics looked at each other. Mole bent over and picked up his dropped cigar, sighed, and threw it out.
Luke looked over at Dix, "I guess we'll reschedule the meeting."
Dix nodded, "Yeah... a week or so?"
Mole looked over at the door. "Think that would be long enough?" he
asked as he rubbed his throat.
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