Title: Coming to Terms.
Author: Fayth
Email: fayth82@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: M/A
Rating: PG13?
Disclaimer: The show has been cancelled. But Cameron and Eglee still have rights…damn them.
Summary: Realisations all around.
A/N: My first Dark Angel fic, so feedback would be appreciated.
2
Alec watched as Max checked over the last of the guns, running her fingers over its parts in an efficient manner. She slammed the round in with a click and pulled it, her small hands moving like a blur as she expertly handled the weapon.
"Assault rifle, 10k, 400 rounds." She reeled off and Alec made a note on the board.
When he looked up again she had her back to him putting the gun back on the rack which meant that she couldn't see him ogling her ass.
He'd never tell her but watching Max had become his favourite pastime. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, he'd grown up in Manticore where physical attractiveness was as much a prerequisite as speed; and since he'd been out there had been no shortage of attractive women eager to give him company. No there was something else about Max. Had always been if the truth be told.
Maybe it was her caring spirit and the way she'd put her life on the line if it meant helping someone out, even if she would deny such sentimentality. Maybe it was her love of life and freedom which she had fought for all those years, or maybe it was just the fact that she refused to take his crap.
She'd smack him upside the head and tell him to get over himself and no matter how much it frustrated, grated and downright stung- she was immune to his charms.
Any other girl he could smile and cajole in or out of anything- but not Max. No matter how much he flirted or teased she refused to see him as anything other than a friend.
Although it was a miracle she could even see him as that much after all the things that he had done to her. And Logan.
Boy was he glad that that jerk was no longer in the picture. Alec had never thought that Logan was any good for Max, and had wanted to throw an old fashioned tickertape parade the day that Max had finally broken up with the sanctimonious do-gooder. But he had restrained his shouts of glee and wild dances until he was alone in his room. He didn't want to hurt Max's feelings because no matter what she said he knew that she had had feelings for the Dumbass.
And he would give anything to keep Max from being hurt. The thought almost caused him to laugh out loud in surprise, imagine that; egotistical, self centred Alec would do anything to keep Max safe because somewhere along the line he had fallen head over heels for the headstrong transgenic.
He could pin point the exact day that he had discovered these disconcerting feelings.
They were at Crash, before the whole thing with White, when Freak Nation hadn't even been heard of and they still worked at Jam Pony.
He had been sitting at the table with Sketchy just nursing a pitcher of beer and watching Max and O.C hustle some guys at pool.
They were laughing as the guy was losing not only the game but his cool. He had turned to Max and offered something other than money as a forfeit and Max had rebuffed him.
He called her a name that shouldn't be used in polite society and grabbed her ass. Before he even knew what he was doing, Alec was halfway out of his chair ready to pound the guy for daring to touch his girl.
It was that thought, rather than Max's fist connecting with the guy's face that stopped him dead. *His girl*? When had Max ever been his?
She turned to Original Cindy laughing and the sparkle had come back into her eyes and he felt his heart give an uncomfortable lurch as he realised why he had those feelings.
Needless to say, much to Sketchy's surprise, Alec had fled Crash in a panic, shocked to his core at the feelings that he thought that he would never have. The next day he had tried to avoid Max as much as possible and the day after and every day for a week until she had grabbed him by the front of his collar, slammed him against his locker and told him to stop being such a jerk.
It was then, pinned against the metal locker and seeing her beautiful almond eyes staring up at him that he realised that he could be around her, as long as she never realised the extent of his feelings for her and the reasons why he hung around and helped her out.
Maybe then she'd see how much he had changed and wanted to be worthy of her and not such a screw up. Maybe, in time, she'd come to see him as more than a friend and maybe one day she would possibly see him as someone she could trust and rely on and as something more than an annoyance.
"Earth to Alec?" he glanced up surprised as Max caught him daydreaming. A small smile played across her lips. "Welcome back."
"Why did ya miss me?" he replied with a smirk "Just couldn't handle me not talking to you for five seconds, could ya Maxie?"
She rolled her eyes at his playfulness. She could always count on Alec to lighten the mood. She played back.
"Whatever you need to tell yourself. Are we done here?"
He passed her the clipboard and she scanned it seeing the neat rows of information and the easy way that she could incorporate the data. He really was a blessing, he had a flair for organisation and had the ability to make her feel better, it was something that she cherished; even if she never told him so.
"Good job."
He started and blinked at her "What?"
She looked up at him "What?"
"Did my ears deceive me? Did Commander Max actually say that I had done something right?"
His face showed that although he was teasing he was genuinely surprised by her comment and she frowned. She knew that originally she had been hard on him, she blamed him for looking too much like the brother that she had failed and then she blamed him for the virus and losing her chance with Logan but recently she couldn't imagine her life without him. She frowned harder as she couldn't recall the last time that she had praised him for something, or told him how much she appreciated him. She was a soldier and that kind of thing didn't come naturally.
It should though. She decided as she tried to figure out the best way to tell him that she was sorry for being such a bitch to him all the time and that she actually valued his input, without sounding like a sappy girl.
"Yeah." she sighed "Alec-" her serious expression made him lean closer but before she could speak she heard her name being called from the warehouse.
"Max?" the light in the doorway dimmed as Mole walked in, holding his ever present rifle and his cigar smoking away in his mouth.
"What's up Mole?"
"New arrivals." He inclined his head up the stairs.
Author: Fayth
Email: fayth82@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: M/A
Rating: PG13?
Disclaimer: The show has been cancelled. But Cameron and Eglee still have rights…damn them.
Summary: Realisations all around.
A/N: My first Dark Angel fic, so feedback would be appreciated.
2
Alec watched as Max checked over the last of the guns, running her fingers over its parts in an efficient manner. She slammed the round in with a click and pulled it, her small hands moving like a blur as she expertly handled the weapon.
"Assault rifle, 10k, 400 rounds." She reeled off and Alec made a note on the board.
When he looked up again she had her back to him putting the gun back on the rack which meant that she couldn't see him ogling her ass.
He'd never tell her but watching Max had become his favourite pastime. It wasn't just that she was beautiful, he'd grown up in Manticore where physical attractiveness was as much a prerequisite as speed; and since he'd been out there had been no shortage of attractive women eager to give him company. No there was something else about Max. Had always been if the truth be told.
Maybe it was her caring spirit and the way she'd put her life on the line if it meant helping someone out, even if she would deny such sentimentality. Maybe it was her love of life and freedom which she had fought for all those years, or maybe it was just the fact that she refused to take his crap.
She'd smack him upside the head and tell him to get over himself and no matter how much it frustrated, grated and downright stung- she was immune to his charms.
Any other girl he could smile and cajole in or out of anything- but not Max. No matter how much he flirted or teased she refused to see him as anything other than a friend.
Although it was a miracle she could even see him as that much after all the things that he had done to her. And Logan.
Boy was he glad that that jerk was no longer in the picture. Alec had never thought that Logan was any good for Max, and had wanted to throw an old fashioned tickertape parade the day that Max had finally broken up with the sanctimonious do-gooder. But he had restrained his shouts of glee and wild dances until he was alone in his room. He didn't want to hurt Max's feelings because no matter what she said he knew that she had had feelings for the Dumbass.
And he would give anything to keep Max from being hurt. The thought almost caused him to laugh out loud in surprise, imagine that; egotistical, self centred Alec would do anything to keep Max safe because somewhere along the line he had fallen head over heels for the headstrong transgenic.
He could pin point the exact day that he had discovered these disconcerting feelings.
They were at Crash, before the whole thing with White, when Freak Nation hadn't even been heard of and they still worked at Jam Pony.
He had been sitting at the table with Sketchy just nursing a pitcher of beer and watching Max and O.C hustle some guys at pool.
They were laughing as the guy was losing not only the game but his cool. He had turned to Max and offered something other than money as a forfeit and Max had rebuffed him.
He called her a name that shouldn't be used in polite society and grabbed her ass. Before he even knew what he was doing, Alec was halfway out of his chair ready to pound the guy for daring to touch his girl.
It was that thought, rather than Max's fist connecting with the guy's face that stopped him dead. *His girl*? When had Max ever been his?
She turned to Original Cindy laughing and the sparkle had come back into her eyes and he felt his heart give an uncomfortable lurch as he realised why he had those feelings.
Needless to say, much to Sketchy's surprise, Alec had fled Crash in a panic, shocked to his core at the feelings that he thought that he would never have. The next day he had tried to avoid Max as much as possible and the day after and every day for a week until she had grabbed him by the front of his collar, slammed him against his locker and told him to stop being such a jerk.
It was then, pinned against the metal locker and seeing her beautiful almond eyes staring up at him that he realised that he could be around her, as long as she never realised the extent of his feelings for her and the reasons why he hung around and helped her out.
Maybe then she'd see how much he had changed and wanted to be worthy of her and not such a screw up. Maybe, in time, she'd come to see him as more than a friend and maybe one day she would possibly see him as someone she could trust and rely on and as something more than an annoyance.
"Earth to Alec?" he glanced up surprised as Max caught him daydreaming. A small smile played across her lips. "Welcome back."
"Why did ya miss me?" he replied with a smirk "Just couldn't handle me not talking to you for five seconds, could ya Maxie?"
She rolled her eyes at his playfulness. She could always count on Alec to lighten the mood. She played back.
"Whatever you need to tell yourself. Are we done here?"
He passed her the clipboard and she scanned it seeing the neat rows of information and the easy way that she could incorporate the data. He really was a blessing, he had a flair for organisation and had the ability to make her feel better, it was something that she cherished; even if she never told him so.
"Good job."
He started and blinked at her "What?"
She looked up at him "What?"
"Did my ears deceive me? Did Commander Max actually say that I had done something right?"
His face showed that although he was teasing he was genuinely surprised by her comment and she frowned. She knew that originally she had been hard on him, she blamed him for looking too much like the brother that she had failed and then she blamed him for the virus and losing her chance with Logan but recently she couldn't imagine her life without him. She frowned harder as she couldn't recall the last time that she had praised him for something, or told him how much she appreciated him. She was a soldier and that kind of thing didn't come naturally.
It should though. She decided as she tried to figure out the best way to tell him that she was sorry for being such a bitch to him all the time and that she actually valued his input, without sounding like a sappy girl.
"Yeah." she sighed "Alec-" her serious expression made him lean closer but before she could speak she heard her name being called from the warehouse.
"Max?" the light in the doorway dimmed as Mole walked in, holding his ever present rifle and his cigar smoking away in his mouth.
"What's up Mole?"
"New arrivals." He inclined his head up the stairs.