Coming Decisions Chapter 29, a dark angel fanfic

TITLE: Coming Decisions – Chapter 29

WRITTEN BY: Heather Ferguson (fergus80)

EMAIL: hmfergie@charter.net

WEBSITE: webpages. charter. net/ fergus80 (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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But what really… really pissed her off, was that he got to tell her. He told her he loved her. *But I didn't get to tell him,* she thought and her eyes closed and head sagged again. And the worst part….

{{This just in…}} The reporter came over the radio. {{A missile has just been launched on Terminal City!"}} Max's closed eyes tightened at the news, a small tear slipped down her cheek. {{Wait… three more now. Four in total.}}

She didn't know if she would ever be able to tell him.

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He watched the missile launch on his wireless laptop sitting on an old garbage bin in a back ally. He then flicked the switches to two of the detonators. His eyes then caught the streaks in the sky on the satellite feed of the other three. His ears picked them up as well. His mind quickly did the computations on the forth missile. In nanoseconds he knew where it was coming from, where it was going to hit. "Oh shit!" He yelled as he grabbed the laptop and detonators and then quickly ran like mad away from the building. His hand clicking off each of the detonators as his body blurred out of the ally.

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She had heard the news reporter. She had felt her heart break in her chest. She had even felt the slight swerve of the van on the road when the news had come in. Her eyes briefly looked up into the mirror and caught the ones of the driver. Neither said anything. They then looked away as they both continued to listen to the radio.

{{Four buildings have been… No wait… Buildings are toppling all through the city.}}

Her eyes closed, and her arms wrapped back around herself. Part of her realizing that if the plan was working, it was a good sign.

{{Oh my…}} The reporter stopped caught in awe. {{The city is falling. It's completely crumbling. The destruction…}}

Max swallowed, and took a shuttering breath. Her home, Terminal City, was being completely destroyed.

{{The explosions have stopped. We are unsure what if anything is left standing. The dust and debris in the air is too great…}}

Even though it was breaking her heart, she was hoping there was nothing left. That was the plan. There was to be nothing, not one building left standing. She had hated it. Hated the thought of it. But once he had explained it to her…

She tightened her arms around herself even more at the memory. At the time, when the plan had been made up, she hated it, but had agreed. She swallowed, remembering at the time, she had only complained about the destruction of the city, but not how it was going to be done, or more precisely by who was going to stay behind and do it. Her hands tightened on her arms. Things were so different then. Then she was still in denial.

If she hadn't been. If she would have been thinking clearly then. The plans might have been different. But she sighed. *No, they would have been the same.* Her hand lightly pulled against the chain again and she shook her head. He was just as stubborn as she was. That brought a small smile to her face. One of the reasons they were so perfect for each other.

{{Not yet,}} came a coughing reply. {{The dust is so thick. I can barely see my own hand in front of my face.}}

Her thoughts snapped back to the radio.

{{Tom, do you know exactly how many missiles were fired onto the city?}}

{{No Diane. We have tried to talk to the military, but they aren't saying anything.}}

{{Is there ANY indication as to why they felt the need to bring down the whole city?}}

Max smiled a little.

{{But as far as reports have shown. There were children in Terminal City, correct?}}

{{Yes. I believe from our earlier data, there were young transgenics ranging from six to eighteen. Not to mention all the older transgenics.}}

Max's smile got bigger. It was working. The plan was actually working.

{{Are there any survivors emerging from the city?}} the female reporter asked, a small amount of concern in her voice.

The male reporter sighed, {{Diane, with this much damage, I don't think anyone could survive.}}

Her breath caught in her throat, and the smile instantly disappeared. *Someone had better.*

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A scraped hand reached through the pile of rubble, feeling, searching. Once finding a steel pile, it grabbed it like a lifeline and started to pull. The cement started to fall away as a head poked through and then upper body. A loud gasp of air could be heard, followed by a fit of coughing as the dust entered his lungs. He pulled harder, finally freeing himself.

His hand went to the back of his head, and he winced as he touched it. The warm goo coated his fingers, and he blinked twice. "No wonder I'm seeing stars," he said through coughs as he tried to get his eyes to focus. But even when they finally did it was of little use because the air was still full of cement. He went to grab the bag and laptop with his other hand, but nothing happened.

Alec looked over to his left shoulder, his head dropped and he groaned at seeing the weird angle it was resting at. "Perfect." He reached over with his right hand, felt the dislocated bone and socket. "Well, at least I wasn't shot." He thought with ironic humor, as his hand gripped his arm, and with a loud pop and grunt of pain his shoulder was basically functional again.

Once he could use both hands, he reached for the laptop once more. Thanking whatever it was out there that it still worked. The satellite feed showed nothing but a cloud of dust. He looked at the detonators. *Shit,* he thought. He had been thrown into the wall before he had set them all off.

He turned back to the computer and quickly brought up the news feeds. Cameras were all over, showing the same cloud of gray. *Come on, come on…* he thought, *Show the troops. Where the hell are they?* He needed to know. He had to know before he flipped the remaining switches.

With that he picked up the packs, and headed through the thick dust, almost blinded by it, to his way out. He just hoped that it was still passable, as he continued to try and figure out where the military was, his fingers itching at the last few detonator switches.

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She sat hunched over on her seat, her face in her hands. Waiting. She HATED to wait. He foot tapped against the metal of the floor of the van.

His jaw clenched on his cigar at each tap. "Drilling a hole in the floor with your foot is NOT going to get you out of here."

Her head titled up, "Oh I'm SORRY. Am I being a pain?"

"Royal pain, Princess."

"Well then why don't you come back here and make me stop?" She said tapping her boot faster and louder.

Mole shook his head, "Yeah. Right. I'm NOT that stupid." He then reached over to the passenger seat, and showed her a tranquilizer gun. "But I could just make it easier on all of us."

Her eyes widened, "You wouldn't dare!"

He laughed, and looked at her through the mirror, "Sweetheart you forget that I have once already."

"Alec would NOT like it if you did."

He laughed again, "He gave me the gun."

Max's eyes bugged out again, and then relaxed as she shook her head. "No. He gave it to you if I became… unreasonable. NOT to use if I just annoyed you!"

She had him there. "Well… what he doesn't know…"

"He'd kill you!"

"Kill… no." He knew Alec wouldn't kill him for it. But he sure didn't want to find out what he would do. Besides it was the non-physical consequences that kept him from actually doing it. He took out his cigar and pointed it at the mirror and thus her. "You're just lucky he trusts me so much."

She was going to respond but the reporter came back on the air, {{Tom, I hear our tech guys have gotten to you. With the radar and special vision goggles… can you tell us what you see?}}

{{It's still hard to make things out Diane. But… it seems as if almost all the buildings have been destroyed.}} There was a pause and some noise, {{Wait. Three… no five buildings seem to be left standing.}}

Max's heart plummeted. "No…" came quietly from her mouth as he hands went to her face. "He didn't set them all off." She looked up and caught his eyes. Neither said anything as they continued to listen.

{{Is the military going in to see if there are any survivors in those buildings?}}

{{No Diane. The military have not moved from their locations. But there is a bustle of activity behind the lines formed around the city. It seems like they might be waiting to see if it's safe to…}} A loud explosion rippled through the radio.

The van swerved slightly. Max's head shot up. {{Tom what was that? Tom? Tom? Tom are you there?}} But all that came back was static.

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He kept listening to the news feeds. His eyes glancing at the camera feeds. Waiting for anything that would tell him what he needed to know. He HATED waiting.

Then he heard it, the clinking of metal. He looked down, seeing the grate. He sat his bags and equipment down to the side, and got down to his knees. His hands reached out and grabbed the steel bars. He pulled hard, gritting his teeth from the pain in his shoulder. Finally it pulled free. He threw it to the side, and then leaned inside.

"Why?" he asked no one in particular. "Why do I always… ALWAYS have to go down here?" He put the stuff back in the bags and lowered them inside, and then he followed. The stench even penetrated his dust filled nostrils. The slime on the ladder making the cuts on his hands sting. He hauled the bags over his shoulder and started to walk through the dark, underground tunnel.

Tubing, supports, and cement hung at weird angles, or had fallen completely causing the dark river of whatever to move all through the tunnel. He looked back at the computer, and noticed that the connection was going in and out.

He sighed. He had to get back to an opening so he could find out what was happening. He looked right, towards the sewer network for the rest of Seattle. He looked left, towards the closest exit back into Terminal City.

He sighed and headed left. The closer he got to the exit, the more the news feeds came in.

{{It's still hard to make things out Diane. But…}} The computer stopped the feed and he moved faster to the opening. {{…the buildings have been destroyed.}}

"Damn it!" He cussed, "Which ones?"

Alec let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He fished the detonators out of the bag.

"Now just let me know one more thing," he said and sat down behind a large pile of pipe that had fallen.

{{Is the military going in to see if there are any survivors in those buildings?}}

A slight grin came over his face, "They won't find any. They won't find anything left."

That was all he needed to know as his fingers flicked off the last remaining detonators.

{{But there is a bustle of activity behind the lines formed around the city. It seems like they might be waiting to see if it's safe to…}}

The explosion rang through the computer and the tunnel as everything went black once more.

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