Title: anything and everything

Author: sue

Rating: PG13

Show: DA

Genre: Angst/Romance/Adventure

Type: WiP

Summary: under the chaos of a failed mission, somehow Logan had managed to do the impossible- infect Max with the deadly virus. Now, it's up to Alec to stop her from plunging into the bottomless crater of death. And he would do anything.. and everything to make sure of that.

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hello again! So, is this soon enough for you guys? :) okay, again I apologized for the short chapter coz part 1 and part 2 are supposed to be one whole chapter, but don't worry, chapter 16 is almost done and it'll be posted as soon as possible :)

thank you for your reviews!! You guys have no idea how much they meant to me, makes me want to write more!

And this chapter was betaed by Mel. Thanks!!

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Chapter 15- The Unveiling of Emotions Part 2.

A young nurse walked quickly and glanced at her wristwatch before she knocked sharply at the closed door. She paused for a few seconds as she tried to listen for an answer but the silence dragged on. Quietly, she pushed the door wider and stepped into the dark room. The nurse blinked for a few seconds as she waited for her eye to get used to the darkness before she walked forward to the light switch. A second later the room was drenched with instant light and the nurse proceed towards the sleeping figure.

'Doctor,' she called softly and waited. 'Dr Carr,' she said, a little bit louder now and the man groaned as he opened his eyes.

'What time is it?' he asked hoarsely as he ran his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair.

'Quite late, doctor,' she answered briskly as he stared with bleary eyes at his own watch.

Silently, she filled a glass with some clear water and handed it to him. Carr took the half filled glass gratefully and drank it in one thirsty gulp. Then, he put the empty glass back on a nearby table before getting up and headed towards the tiny sink where he splashed some cold water on his still sleepy face.

'What about my patients? How are they?' he asked hurriedly as he shrugged into his rumpled white lab coat before grabbing a small towel and wiping his face dry.

'No change doctor,' she shook her head sadly, 'and that Dr Fowler wants to talk to you though,' she added as he was almost on his way out.

Carr turned and nodded, 'Thanks, I'll be right over.' He dragged a tired hand over his weary eyes as he tried to stifle a yawn; he had been working nonstop for the past 18 hours and he knew he had to take a little rest or he'll collapse during the upcoming delicate procedure. So, he had decided on an hour nap and prayed fervently that the two X5's had not succumbed to another cardiac arrest as he was fast asleep.

Anxiety fueled Carr to walk faster as he headed for their rooms. He sighed in relief when he reached the two adjoining rooms, seeing that the two were indeed still breathing albeit laboured. He sighed deeply and continued his journey to the lab.

In the laboratory, which was relatively smaller than his, Fowler was pacing the length of the room, one hand holding some pieces of papers as he peered at the bubbling solution in the beaker. He frowned as he shuffled the papers quickly, looking at some figures. He was so engrossed, he didn't realized that he had company.

The doctor turned around instantly, startled by Carr's voice, 'How's the cure? Is it done yet?' he asked worriedly.

'Almost there,' Fowler mumbled, his attention shifting immediately back towards his notes.

'How much longer? Do you have an estimation, perhaps?' the other doctor asked tensely.

'An hour... or two at the latest.' Again he muttered as he turned a little and peered into the lens of his microscope.

'Are you sure it'll work? I have a very bad feeling about this,' Carr continued, too worried to mull over Fowler's uninspiring answers as he started walking cagily around the cramped spaces.

'What do you mean am I sure? Of course I am!' a very livid and offended Fowler spun towards the other man and glared angrily, 'I am never wrong. Never. And I never will be...' The self-righteous tone brought out a quietly defensive quality in Dr Carr's voice.

'Before this, you'd never even heard of genetically modified DNA,' Carr remarked calmly as he stared knowingly at the fuming man.

'Yes, that may be true but I know what I'm doing, so be quiet and let me work,' he answered briskly. But again Carr ignored the frank dismissal and took another step into the big lab, hand loosely over his chest.

'I'm really worried. This is against everything I've ever learnt and I have no idea what to expect,' sighing heavily, he stared at Fowler's stiff back.

'You shouldn't be,' came the disgruntled reply as the speaker was still glued to his microscope lens. 'As far as I could tell, both of them are very strong. They'll get through this.'

'I know they're strong. But too much is stacked against them. I have doubts whether they could get over such an obstacle.'

'Have some faith Carr,' the old scientist snapped as he spun around to face the dispirited doctor. 'They'll get over this, I'll make sure of that myself. My research has never failed me before. And it never will.'

'I'm sure that's true but you have to realize what Alec put himself through a couple of hours ago. It's a marvel he's still breathing on his own!' It was Carr's turn to snap now and he did so with relish.

Slowly Fowler turned and looked at the stewing Carr, 'The girl, she's not doing too good, am I right? Her blood is filled to the brim with a mutated bio-war virus. She didn't have much time left.'

'Yeah, she had another cardiac arrest around an hour ago,' Carr shook his head sadly, 'I was sweating hard, thinking she won't make it... and then, right next door, I have another patient who's hovering an inch from death...' his voice trailed off as he recalled the horrifying event. 'In fact, I'm a very worried every time I'm not in the room,' he glanced at his watch hurriedly, 'I have to go and check on them, make sure nothing is wrong.'

'I'll make sure it'll be ready in another hour,' Fowler said quickly with a hint of gruffness. Deep down he was touched by Carr's dedication to his patients, 'The cure and the enzyme.'

The haggard Carr smiled slowly but it was a satisfied smile, startled by the unforeseen gesture. 'Thank you,' he said gratefully before leaving the lab and Fowler turned back to his work, intent on meeting his self-given deadline.

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A light blue metallic car blasted through the deserted and dusty road and screeched to a stop, right in front of a shabby warehouse. The sun rays bounced off from the glinting metallic surface of the car and suddenly from the driver's side, the door was pushed opened and a highly polished shoe materialized, followed by a sharply creased pant leg before the other shoe stepped into view. Then, the man himself appeared as he stood briskly, looking around with his sharp gaze. He smiled with obvious pleasure as he scrutinized the deserted area with his hawk like gaze. The late sun hovered just behind his shoulder but he had no time to appreciate the nameless beauty that was being presented to the world on daily basis. He had other important thing to worry about that to stare at fiery sunsets. Feeling satisfied with himself, he turned towards the waiting man inside the car.

'I believe this won't take long Otto, stay here,' he said matter-of-factly, narrowing his eyes against the glare of the sun.

'Of course, sir,' his long suffering assistant replied but he didn't hear it, his mind had already wandered towards the upcoming meeting.

Agent White marched into an abandoned warehouse, intent on finding out what Eyes Only had wanted. The Familiar waved an impatient hand to Otto, ordering his assistant to stay put and walked quickly inside. He smirked as he saw the waiting screen and made his way over before sitting down. At once, the screen was filled with the usual pair of eyes. White leaned back in his chair and said, 'What do you have for me?'

'I want to make a little deal,' Logan replied, staring hard into the camera. No one could resist my charm, not even those Familiars.


'I don't do deals,' White answered simply, his eyes cold and bitter, 'You tell me what I want to know, and maybe I won't kill you. Is that a deal?'

Logan was quite surprised to find out that he was a little.. shaken. 'I know where your son is!' he blurted out what he assumed was his trump card. And he watched as White's empty eyes began to glint dangerously.

'Really? And I expect you're going to tell me where he is... in exchange for what?'

'The cure,' Logan answered instantly, 'The cure to the virus Manticore had given Max, that's all. If I say so myself, that's a very fair deal.' A smug smirk found its way to Logan's face, twisting it horribly.

White was silent for a few seconds as he mulled things over quickly in his mind, before he spoke a single unexpected word. 'No.'

In the comfort of his penthouse, Logan's jaw dropped. Did he say.. did he actually say No?! That's... that's impossible!

'Let me refresh your terrifyingly forgetful mind, Eyes Only,' White continued without emotion, but fire was banking dangerously in his eyes, 'I don't do deals and that's final.'

He put up a hand to silence Logan's sputtering replies of, 'But... but he's your son! How could you be so cold?!'

'And one more thing, I hate talking to a piece of moving glass,' he sneered, 'if you have anything else to say, you better say that to my face… directly to my face or everything you had cooked up is gone. Poof,' he snapped his fingers, 'just like that.'

At that, White stood up and turned, ready to leave but from behind him, Eyes Only spoke hurriedly... albeit a little desperately, 'Wait! I'm sure we can arrange something...'

White didn't even bother to repress the satisfied smirk that was playing over his lips as he turned back to the monitor. 'What a surprise,' he sneered, looking at the pair of eyes in disdain. 'So, what did you have in mind?'

In his big spacious penthouse, Logan managed to stop the instant growl that rose in reaction to the condescending tone White had used in their little conversation. Who does he think he is? Logan thought furiously, sulking slightly at the easy dismissal of the Familiar's behaviour towards him. He was Eyes Only, for crying out loud! The much needed protector for the downtrodden and he should be treated with respect just for that fact alone. Logan clenched his teeth in anger as fury swamped in, and he bristled in indignation, but what do I get exactly? Nothing! Oh, wait... disrespect, scorn, and sneers from that... freaky familiar!

As he realized what he had been thinking, Logan grimaced at his lost concentration, think about Max, she's counting on you to help her. Her life depends on whether or not you can pull this off. Remember that Cale!

He took a deep breath to get everything under perspective again and another stray thought found its way into his head, responsibility is a very heavy burden to carry and most people should be thankful I'm a very capable person. He sighed softly as he thought about the dying love-of-his-life.

'You just wait Max, I'll save you,' he thought with mounting determination and quickly he made his mind up. If that means he'd have to meet the formidable White personally, then what other choice did he have?

Looking into White's eyes, he pushed the urge to throw something as the clearly satisfied smirk filled his screen. Didn't that Familiar understood that he, Logan Cale a.k.a. Eyes Only, was holding all the aces and after some loose translation, that meant White did not have the power to demand anything. Period. But he was feeling somewhat charitable today, so he would make an exemption. Just once.  White should be thanking him on a bended knee for his grace.

Nodding to himself, Logan started to think about their meeting place, the one that should worked best for him and a second later he grinned and spoke. 'I have the perfect place,' and he rattled off his cabin's address. 'One of my contacts will meet you there. His name is Logan Cale and his orders are directly from me. You can trust him.'

White listened intently and nodded once, 'I'll meet you there... in a couple of hours. Make sure your contact gets there on time. I hate waiting. And I'll make my mind on my own about trusting him,' he added scathingly.

'Of course he will. And make sure you're alone, or the deal is off. Oh, by the way, are you sure you're going to find the place without implicit direction? The road is quite tricky, as I was told,' Logan nearly laughed out aloud at his little streak of rebellion. It's my turn to scorn now.

'Oh, don't worry your little head over that, you silly little ordinary,' with a little flick of his overcoat, he left the warehouse.

Logan fumed as White's parting words. Why didn't he get to have the last remark?

to be continued..