Title: Break Stuff
Summary: Try to have a little fun and look what you get!
Disclaimer: I know I don't own Dark Angel, I just like writing about it.
Time line: Sketchy knows who's who, and the whole Jam Pony hostage thing never happened yet.
Logan thinks Max and Alec are together, though I didn't do too much concentrating on that. I'd
say around LAR, but you be the judge.
Author's Note: is for thoughts, * * is for emphasis, and *** is for different setting.
Chapter 1: Tension Breaker
Crash
"Are you kidding?" Alec asked, incredulous.
"Logan's right, Alec, we *all* need a serious tension breaker," Max replied, getting annoyed.
"Okay, but salsa dancing?" The look on Alec's face was comical, to say the least.
"I think it's a great idea," OC pitched in.
Alec whipped his head in OC's direction. "You would."
"So would I," said Asha.
Logan, Max, Alec, Asha, OC and Sketchy were all sitting at a table in Crash, contemplating
Logan's close "friendship" with the bouncer at a classy salsa club in Sector 6.
"Please tell me this is a joke," Alec whimpered.
"I'm with Alec on this one," Sketchy added.
"Okay, Sketch, but your opinion doesn't matter," Max said sweetly. "You're going. And so are
you, Alec."
"Well, now that that's settled," Logan said, receiving a hateful stare from Alec, "when?"
"Saturday?" Max suggested, looking around at the group. Logan, OC, and Asha nodded. OC
reached out to either side of herself and grabbed Sketchy and Alec by the hair, nodding their
heads for them. "What's your problem anyway, Alec? Can't dance?" Max asked.
"Hey, I am the Dancing King," said Alec. "I just . . . salsa dancing?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Fine."
***
Salsa Club
The group sat around a table in the club in a sort of parody of the way they sat at Crash. They
looked exactly the same except the wore fancier clothes, they sipped fancier drinks, and they sat
at a fancier table. "Is any one going to dance at all tonight?" Logan asked, for the fourth or fifth
time that night.
"I'll dance," Asha replied, lifting her hand so Logan could lead her to the dance floor.
"Look at them," Max said, feeling a little jealous. She would have danced with Logan, except
that it would be a little difficult not to touch him while doing so. Plus, she was supposed to be
dating Alec, not Logan. "They look like they were made to dance together." And it was true,
Logan and Asha had perfect chemistry on the dance floor.
"C'mon fool," OC said, grabbing Sketchy by the shirt sleeve to drag him to the dance floor.
"Uh, OC?" Sketchy said, seeming uncomfortable.
"Aiight. I'll teach you how to not trip over your own feet on da dance floor."
"Thanks."
"Look Alec!" Max said. "Even Sketchy's dancing! And look how good Logan and Asha look
together! You're not going to let yourself be upstaged by a cripple and a dumb blonde, are you,
Mr. Dancing King?"
"Fine, Max, if you're that desperate," Alec said with a grin beginning to form on his lips.
"You were just waiting for me to ask, weren't you?" Alec grinned fully. "You jerk!" Max hit
him on the arm and dragged him to the floor. "Let's see what the Dancing King can do."
Max was surprised. Not only did Alec keep up with her through every spin, dip, and twirl, but
she found herself trying to keep up with him! Max felt like she was in one of those old movies
where the people start dancing and suddenly everyone's following them and they're all in perfect
sync. Except her and Alec didn't have a following, just a large crowd of onlookers. Pretty soon a
circle had formed around them as the crowd watched them dance. "They must have
choreographed this," Max heard someone in the crowd mutter. OC and Sketchy watched with
wide eyes. Logan and Asha didn't even notice the circle, they were too busy concentrating on
their own dancing.
When the song ended, Alec, Max, Sketchy, and OC all headed back to their table, as the crowd
began to clap.
Alec sat back down in the same chair and took up the same position. When Logan and Asha
came back to sit down, it looked as if Alec hadn't even left his chair. "Who's the Dancing King
now?" Logan asked Alec.
"He is," OC said, pointing to Alec. She still had an awed/surprised look on her face.
"Did we miss something?" Asha asked.
Alec grinned. "Well, I hate to brag, but-"
"Wait a minute," Logan interrupted. "Isn't bragging what you do best?"
Max laughed. "Yeah, that and screwing up."
Alec was hurt. He hated that all Max thought of him was that he was a screw-up. She happened
to be his closest friend, and she didn't even like him.
Sketchy, not having known Max and Alec's true identities for very long, didn't pick up on the
joke that Max and Logan seemed to be getting such a kick out of. He did, however, pick up on
the hurt look that crossed Alec's face for a second there. A hurt look that was suddenly replaced
by worry and concern, and a sort of emotional detachment. Kind of like a soldier.
"Max," Alec whispered.
"What's your dealio?" Max sneered at his sudden 'soldier look.'
"Snipers, second level," Alec tilted his head slightly at a point over Max's shoulder. "Don't look,
don't draw attention."
Sketchy turned his head back towards Alec.
"White?" Max asked.
"Can't tell."
***
"We're in position, sir," a voice crackled over the radio.
"Copy that," White said. He was surprised that 452 still bothered to go to Crash. Anyone could
go in and listen to her conversations and find out things like where she worked, and where she
was going to be on Saturday. A salsa club, for example.
He sat in his car, outside the salsa club, talking via radio to his snipers who were inside the
building.
"We've got her in sight, sir."
"Very good. Maintain radio silence from here on out." No reply came. Good boy, White
thought. He got out of his car and headed into the building.
***
"We need to keep them from firing into the crowd," Max whispered to the others, trying to think
up a plan.
"They'll notice if you get up and leave," Alec whispered back. "I'll take them out."
"Be careful," Max said.
"I know, and don't screw up," Alec said, with a hint of venom in his voice. Before Max could say
anything, he got up and headed towards the bathrooms.
***
Alec veered away from the bathroom doors at the last minute and headed towards the stairs. He
climbed them slowly and quietly to the second floor. There were three snipers spread out just far
enough so that he'd have some difficulty taking them out before a shot was fired.
Alec braced himself and snuck up behind one of the snipers. He took him out in a second and
took his gun, there was a silencer, thankfully, and he shot the other two with it. "Whew," he said.
"That was way too easy."
"Well I can fix that," said a familiar voice from behind him. Emphasis on the familiar. White.
Alec whipped up the gun to shoot White, but before he knew it the gun was being kicked out of
his hand. White then punched him in the face. Hard.
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If you want to find out what happens, review!
(I feel kinda evil, he he!)
Summary: Try to have a little fun and look what you get!
Disclaimer: I know I don't own Dark Angel, I just like writing about it.
Time line: Sketchy knows who's who, and the whole Jam Pony hostage thing never happened yet.
Logan thinks Max and Alec are together, though I didn't do too much concentrating on that. I'd
say around LAR, but you be the judge.
Author's Note: is for thoughts, * * is for emphasis, and *** is for different setting.
Chapter 1: Tension Breaker
Crash
"Are you kidding?" Alec asked, incredulous.
"Logan's right, Alec, we *all* need a serious tension breaker," Max replied, getting annoyed.
"Okay, but salsa dancing?" The look on Alec's face was comical, to say the least.
"I think it's a great idea," OC pitched in.
Alec whipped his head in OC's direction. "You would."
"So would I," said Asha.
Logan, Max, Alec, Asha, OC and Sketchy were all sitting at a table in Crash, contemplating
Logan's close "friendship" with the bouncer at a classy salsa club in Sector 6.
"Please tell me this is a joke," Alec whimpered.
"I'm with Alec on this one," Sketchy added.
"Okay, Sketch, but your opinion doesn't matter," Max said sweetly. "You're going. And so are
you, Alec."
"Well, now that that's settled," Logan said, receiving a hateful stare from Alec, "when?"
"Saturday?" Max suggested, looking around at the group. Logan, OC, and Asha nodded. OC
reached out to either side of herself and grabbed Sketchy and Alec by the hair, nodding their
heads for them. "What's your problem anyway, Alec? Can't dance?" Max asked.
"Hey, I am the Dancing King," said Alec. "I just . . . salsa dancing?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Fine."
***
Salsa Club
The group sat around a table in the club in a sort of parody of the way they sat at Crash. They
looked exactly the same except the wore fancier clothes, they sipped fancier drinks, and they sat
at a fancier table. "Is any one going to dance at all tonight?" Logan asked, for the fourth or fifth
time that night.
"I'll dance," Asha replied, lifting her hand so Logan could lead her to the dance floor.
"Look at them," Max said, feeling a little jealous. She would have danced with Logan, except
that it would be a little difficult not to touch him while doing so. Plus, she was supposed to be
dating Alec, not Logan. "They look like they were made to dance together." And it was true,
Logan and Asha had perfect chemistry on the dance floor.
"C'mon fool," OC said, grabbing Sketchy by the shirt sleeve to drag him to the dance floor.
"Uh, OC?" Sketchy said, seeming uncomfortable.
"Aiight. I'll teach you how to not trip over your own feet on da dance floor."
"Thanks."
"Look Alec!" Max said. "Even Sketchy's dancing! And look how good Logan and Asha look
together! You're not going to let yourself be upstaged by a cripple and a dumb blonde, are you,
Mr. Dancing King?"
"Fine, Max, if you're that desperate," Alec said with a grin beginning to form on his lips.
"You were just waiting for me to ask, weren't you?" Alec grinned fully. "You jerk!" Max hit
him on the arm and dragged him to the floor. "Let's see what the Dancing King can do."
Max was surprised. Not only did Alec keep up with her through every spin, dip, and twirl, but
she found herself trying to keep up with him! Max felt like she was in one of those old movies
where the people start dancing and suddenly everyone's following them and they're all in perfect
sync. Except her and Alec didn't have a following, just a large crowd of onlookers. Pretty soon a
circle had formed around them as the crowd watched them dance. "They must have
choreographed this," Max heard someone in the crowd mutter. OC and Sketchy watched with
wide eyes. Logan and Asha didn't even notice the circle, they were too busy concentrating on
their own dancing.
When the song ended, Alec, Max, Sketchy, and OC all headed back to their table, as the crowd
began to clap.
Alec sat back down in the same chair and took up the same position. When Logan and Asha
came back to sit down, it looked as if Alec hadn't even left his chair. "Who's the Dancing King
now?" Logan asked Alec.
"He is," OC said, pointing to Alec. She still had an awed/surprised look on her face.
"Did we miss something?" Asha asked.
Alec grinned. "Well, I hate to brag, but-"
"Wait a minute," Logan interrupted. "Isn't bragging what you do best?"
Max laughed. "Yeah, that and screwing up."
Alec was hurt. He hated that all Max thought of him was that he was a screw-up. She happened
to be his closest friend, and she didn't even like him.
Sketchy, not having known Max and Alec's true identities for very long, didn't pick up on the
joke that Max and Logan seemed to be getting such a kick out of. He did, however, pick up on
the hurt look that crossed Alec's face for a second there. A hurt look that was suddenly replaced
by worry and concern, and a sort of emotional detachment. Kind of like a soldier.
"Max," Alec whispered.
"What's your dealio?" Max sneered at his sudden 'soldier look.'
"Snipers, second level," Alec tilted his head slightly at a point over Max's shoulder. "Don't look,
don't draw attention."
Sketchy turned his head back towards Alec.
"White?" Max asked.
"Can't tell."
***
"We're in position, sir," a voice crackled over the radio.
"Copy that," White said. He was surprised that 452 still bothered to go to Crash. Anyone could
go in and listen to her conversations and find out things like where she worked, and where she
was going to be on Saturday. A salsa club, for example.
He sat in his car, outside the salsa club, talking via radio to his snipers who were inside the
building.
"We've got her in sight, sir."
"Very good. Maintain radio silence from here on out." No reply came. Good boy, White
thought. He got out of his car and headed into the building.
***
"We need to keep them from firing into the crowd," Max whispered to the others, trying to think
up a plan.
"They'll notice if you get up and leave," Alec whispered back. "I'll take them out."
"Be careful," Max said.
"I know, and don't screw up," Alec said, with a hint of venom in his voice. Before Max could say
anything, he got up and headed towards the bathrooms.
***
Alec veered away from the bathroom doors at the last minute and headed towards the stairs. He
climbed them slowly and quietly to the second floor. There were three snipers spread out just far
enough so that he'd have some difficulty taking them out before a shot was fired.
Alec braced himself and snuck up behind one of the snipers. He took him out in a second and
took his gun, there was a silencer, thankfully, and he shot the other two with it. "Whew," he said.
"That was way too easy."
"Well I can fix that," said a familiar voice from behind him. Emphasis on the familiar. White.
Alec whipped up the gun to shoot White, but before he knew it the gun was being kicked out of
his hand. White then punched him in the face. Hard.
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If you want to find out what happens, review!
(I feel kinda evil, he he!)