Disclaimer: I don't presume to own Dark Angel, I could never have the genius to come up with it,
or the stupidity to cancel it. I DO own my original characters.
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It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when Alec finally dragged himself up out of Max's
bed. On his way out of her room and into the kitchen, he noticed a neatly folded piece of paper
on her dresser. His name was written on the outside. He picked it up and flipped it open.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Alec,
OC and I have gone to work. Make
yourself more at home, hope to see
you when we get back.
Max
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alec shrugged, and tossed it back onto the dresser. He went out to the kitchen to get a cup of
coffee, smiling as he noticed that there was still some left in the pot. He turned on the stove and
reheated it.
Once it was done, he found the sugar and a spoon. He was about to put some sugar into his
coffee cup, but he thought better of it, and drank it black. Yes, he could indeed learn from past
mistakes. For all he knew, that 'sugar' could be salt. Or it could've gone with the classic, flour.
Hell, for all he knew, it was pepper in disguise. Garlic even. Better not take any chances.
He took a small taste to test it first, to make sure he wouldn't end up in an arduous battle to keep
it down. It was good. All was good.
Alec smiled again and sat down at the table. He put down his coffee and sat in silence for a
moment. Five seconds went by. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. Not a sound. Yep, this was not
yesterday, it was finally tomorrow. A day to heal, and rest in peace, without the six feet of dirt.
He took a long gulp of his coffee.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Alec was incredibly, almost frightfully, overjoyed to find that he didn't jump even a millimeter.
Ladies and gentlemen, this fine specimen had overcome the greatest obstacle known to man.
Sudden loud noises everywhere, look out.
He put down his coffee, unable to remove the grin from his face. Carefully watching his footing,
Alec padded to the doorway. He looked through the peephole. Oh look, British Eddie was NOT
behind door number one.
Alec opened the door, making sure the chain was on. He looked out. "Yeah?"
"Oh, um, hey. Can we, uh, come in?"
"Asha's cousin, right?"
"No, that's him." The redheaded boy gestured to his friend. "I'm Jake, and this is Mac."
"Well, I guess so then," Alec responded, shutting the door and removing the chain to let the two
boys in.
As the door swung open, they were able to take in Alec's full appearance. "Whoa," Jake
muttered. "White did all that?" he gestured to Alec's bandages.
Alec grinned, shutting the door behind them. "Nah, just this one. The rest are from my base-
jumping accident."
"Base-jumping?" Mac echoed, wide-eyed. "Really?"
"No. Just a really, *really* horrible day yesterday."
"Yeah, I'll say," Jake agreed.
"Coffee?" Alec offered. The two boys agreed. "So what brings you two by this fine afternoon?"
Alec asked, pouring them each a cup of coffee. "Sugar?"
"Uh, yeah sure," Mac agreed. "Uh, Asha kinda blew up at us . . . she thought we should get to
know you before we, uhm, started acting like we already did."
"Are you sure you want sugar? 'Cause I don't really trust it these days. . . . You never know
what it really could be."
Mac's brow furrowed. -Okay then . . .- he thought. Human he may be, but this guy sure had
some issues. "Uh, I'll take my chances."
"It's your stomach," Alec conceded, sliding the sugar and the milk across the table to the two
boys, who took seats around it. "And your funeral."
Jake winced. This was more than just a little creepy; was the sugar poisoned? They couldn't be
too sure. . . . To be on the safe side, Jake passed on the sugar and the milk. If he was lucky, they
weren't an antitoxin to balance out the poisonous coffee. . . . He'd just have to see which one of
them dropped dead.
Alec flashed an eerily big grin at the boys. Creeping these guys out was way too easy.
"So . . . um . . . how's today going?" Mac asked, gesturing to Alec's many many bandages.
"Rather well." *Sinister grin.* Jake's face went as white as a ghost. *Internal fits of laughter. . .
.* "I'm making up for yesterday's pain."
It was Mac's turn to look a little frightened. Making up how? His stomach did a flip-flop. "Uh . .
. uh . . . that's great."
"Isn't it?" the cold, calculating look in Alec's eyes was terrifying. He leaned slowly forward
towards the boys. "Have you ever had one of those days when you felt that someone out there
was just looking to . . ." he paused, as if searching for the right words, "maim and disfigure you?"
"Uh . . . not- not yet . . ." Jake stammered.
Alec tilted his head to the side and arched his eyebrow thoughtfully. "Yet?" His lip curled up
slightly, subtly showing his teeth.
Jake's eyes almost bulged out of his head. He gulped. -Oh god oh god oh god he's gonna kill us
he's gonna kill us he's gonna kill us I'mtooyoungtodiepleasedon'tkillme. . . .- Jake's bottom lip
quivered.
Mac seemed to be following a similar thought process. "You- you're gonna kill us, aren't you?"
Alec grinned at him evilly. "Not right now. . . ."
"Oh shit," Jake whispered.
It was too much. Alec busted up laughing.
Jake rose from his chair and backed away. He looked like he was about ready to wet himself with
terror. Mac pushed his chair as far back as possible.
Alec's gut ached horribly, and he was just short of pulling his stitches, but he couldn't stop
laughing. It felt great! He threw back his head. "Oh fu-" Unfortunately, he threw off the
balance of the whole chair in the process, and he toppled over backwards, smacking into the floor
and rolling out of the chair. It only made him laugh harder. When he finally calmed down, he
noticed Mac and Jake tiptoeing to the door. "You guys are way too gullible!"
"Huh?" both boys asked in unison.
"You really thought I was going to kill you or something?" Alec started laughing again.
"Uh . . ." Jake scratched behind his ear, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, to tell you the truth. . . ."
"Aw, geez," Alec chuckled. He rose awkwardly and painfully from the floor, wincing as he did
so. "It's a really good thing Asha sent you guys over," he commented. "You really need to get
your facts straight." He looked down at the bandages on his stomach, and pressed on them
gently. Still good. "Hey, you guys wanna check to see if I pulled any of those stitches?" He
gestured to his back.
Mac nodded and hesitantly stepped forward to check it out. He winced behind Alec's back.
"Looks like you did, there's fresh blood."
"Damn," Alec muttered. "Hey, um, you think you could-"
"Yeah, yeah, no problem," Mac said. "Where's your first aid kit?"
"Ugh . . . should be on the coffee table." Jake went to retrieve the first aid kit, while Mac picked
up Alec's chair and Alec sat gingerly back down. He leaned forward, his elbows on the table and
his head in his hands. "Seriously though," he muttered, "maim, disfigure, torture. . . ." He turned
his head to look at Mac while Jake handed him the kit. At the questioning look he met, he
decided to plunge into the story. "First, as you know, I got shot in the gut. Then, the next night,
I got kicked in the gut."
Mac placed the kit on the table and opened it. "Looks like we'll have to replace the some of the
stitches completely," he slipped in.
Alec nodded. "Kicked hard enough to split my head open on the pavement." All three of them
winced, Mac and Jake at the tale of woe, and Alec at the removal of stitches. Alec grimaced, and
let his breath out in a hiss. "And that wasn't even yesterday," he muttered. "I'd try to count, but
I couldn't accurately remember how many times I fell on my ass yesterday. I got shot at again. I
got ran over by not one, but *two* cars at the one time. I met up with some truly unpleasant
individuals. I crawled *through* a wall, and slipped and fell on my back hard enough to drive
dozens of little pieces of glass through my jacket and into my back. . . ."
"I don't think 'that sucks' is a suitable way to describe that," Mac observed.
"Damn straight," Alec agreed. "Now, where were we? With the 'why you're here thing.'"
"Uhh . . . getting our facts straight?" Jake supplied.
"Oh." Alec's brow furrowed. "Not exactly an explanation one could put into words, is it?"
"Doesn't seem like," Mac agreed.
"Well . . . why did you come here?"
"Because Asha said-"
"And you're just following Asha's orders?"
"Well . . . no," Mac said, wondering what the hell this guy was getting at.
"We wanted to give you guys a chance," Jake offered.
"Really?" Alec asked.
"Really," Mac said.
"Well, it seems you guys have your minds made up then." Alec slowly leaned forward and rested
his head on the table.
"I didn't mean . . . We didn't even ask you any questions or find out anything about you! We're
not going to jump to conclusions just like that!" Jake protested.
Alec closed his eyes. "But you came over here, unarmed and alone, and gave me a chance. If you
really thought I was some beast, you probably would have taken this address and brought it to the
guys who control the nukes."
"We could have just been curious. . . ." Jake said.
"You could have just been idiots. If you thought there was any chance that I was who so many
people think I am and you came over anyway, then you most certainly would be idiots. I don't
think you really need me to affirm your faith; thanks for that, by the way."
"You say that with so much assurance. What if we came over with faith in you but came to the
conclusion that you were lying?" Mac pointed out.
"Hey Jake, could you kindly go get a pillow for me?"
Jake looked around for a moment, then entered the nearest bedroom without hesitation, leaving
his best friend alone with the transgenic. He returned with a pillow and handed it to Alec. "Now,
you do realize that despite the fact I'm tired and in pain, I still have the strength and energy to kill
three grown men in under five seconds with my bare hands, right?"
Jake looked puzzled. "But not the will . . ." he said tentatively.
"I think you can go now." Finished with the stitches, Mac stepped back slightly. He and Jake
watched, speechless, as Alec slipped the pillow under his head.
"Apparently we don't need any more proof to trust you," Mac conceded.
Alec grinned. "Show the boy what he's won!"
Mac and Jake won assurance, and a new appreciation for transgenics in general. Perhaps also a
few pro-transgenic signs in their future. They left the apartment with peace of mind, and a one
way ticket leading far away from discrimination.
Drained physically, but not mentally; not today, Alec went back to sleep, right at the kitchen table.
or the stupidity to cancel it. I DO own my original characters.
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It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when Alec finally dragged himself up out of Max's
bed. On his way out of her room and into the kitchen, he noticed a neatly folded piece of paper
on her dresser. His name was written on the outside. He picked it up and flipped it open.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Alec,
OC and I have gone to work. Make
yourself more at home, hope to see
you when we get back.
Max
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alec shrugged, and tossed it back onto the dresser. He went out to the kitchen to get a cup of
coffee, smiling as he noticed that there was still some left in the pot. He turned on the stove and
reheated it.
Once it was done, he found the sugar and a spoon. He was about to put some sugar into his
coffee cup, but he thought better of it, and drank it black. Yes, he could indeed learn from past
mistakes. For all he knew, that 'sugar' could be salt. Or it could've gone with the classic, flour.
Hell, for all he knew, it was pepper in disguise. Garlic even. Better not take any chances.
He took a small taste to test it first, to make sure he wouldn't end up in an arduous battle to keep
it down. It was good. All was good.
Alec smiled again and sat down at the table. He put down his coffee and sat in silence for a
moment. Five seconds went by. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. Not a sound. Yep, this was not
yesterday, it was finally tomorrow. A day to heal, and rest in peace, without the six feet of dirt.
He took a long gulp of his coffee.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Alec was incredibly, almost frightfully, overjoyed to find that he didn't jump even a millimeter.
Ladies and gentlemen, this fine specimen had overcome the greatest obstacle known to man.
Sudden loud noises everywhere, look out.
He put down his coffee, unable to remove the grin from his face. Carefully watching his footing,
Alec padded to the doorway. He looked through the peephole. Oh look, British Eddie was NOT
behind door number one.
Alec opened the door, making sure the chain was on. He looked out. "Yeah?"
"Oh, um, hey. Can we, uh, come in?"
"Asha's cousin, right?"
"No, that's him." The redheaded boy gestured to his friend. "I'm Jake, and this is Mac."
"Well, I guess so then," Alec responded, shutting the door and removing the chain to let the two
boys in.
As the door swung open, they were able to take in Alec's full appearance. "Whoa," Jake
muttered. "White did all that?" he gestured to Alec's bandages.
Alec grinned, shutting the door behind them. "Nah, just this one. The rest are from my base-
jumping accident."
"Base-jumping?" Mac echoed, wide-eyed. "Really?"
"No. Just a really, *really* horrible day yesterday."
"Yeah, I'll say," Jake agreed.
"Coffee?" Alec offered. The two boys agreed. "So what brings you two by this fine afternoon?"
Alec asked, pouring them each a cup of coffee. "Sugar?"
"Uh, yeah sure," Mac agreed. "Uh, Asha kinda blew up at us . . . she thought we should get to
know you before we, uhm, started acting like we already did."
"Are you sure you want sugar? 'Cause I don't really trust it these days. . . . You never know
what it really could be."
Mac's brow furrowed. -Okay then . . .- he thought. Human he may be, but this guy sure had
some issues. "Uh, I'll take my chances."
"It's your stomach," Alec conceded, sliding the sugar and the milk across the table to the two
boys, who took seats around it. "And your funeral."
Jake winced. This was more than just a little creepy; was the sugar poisoned? They couldn't be
too sure. . . . To be on the safe side, Jake passed on the sugar and the milk. If he was lucky, they
weren't an antitoxin to balance out the poisonous coffee. . . . He'd just have to see which one of
them dropped dead.
Alec flashed an eerily big grin at the boys. Creeping these guys out was way too easy.
"So . . . um . . . how's today going?" Mac asked, gesturing to Alec's many many bandages.
"Rather well." *Sinister grin.* Jake's face went as white as a ghost. *Internal fits of laughter. . .
.* "I'm making up for yesterday's pain."
It was Mac's turn to look a little frightened. Making up how? His stomach did a flip-flop. "Uh . .
. uh . . . that's great."
"Isn't it?" the cold, calculating look in Alec's eyes was terrifying. He leaned slowly forward
towards the boys. "Have you ever had one of those days when you felt that someone out there
was just looking to . . ." he paused, as if searching for the right words, "maim and disfigure you?"
"Uh . . . not- not yet . . ." Jake stammered.
Alec tilted his head to the side and arched his eyebrow thoughtfully. "Yet?" His lip curled up
slightly, subtly showing his teeth.
Jake's eyes almost bulged out of his head. He gulped. -Oh god oh god oh god he's gonna kill us
he's gonna kill us he's gonna kill us I'mtooyoungtodiepleasedon'tkillme. . . .- Jake's bottom lip
quivered.
Mac seemed to be following a similar thought process. "You- you're gonna kill us, aren't you?"
Alec grinned at him evilly. "Not right now. . . ."
"Oh shit," Jake whispered.
It was too much. Alec busted up laughing.
Jake rose from his chair and backed away. He looked like he was about ready to wet himself with
terror. Mac pushed his chair as far back as possible.
Alec's gut ached horribly, and he was just short of pulling his stitches, but he couldn't stop
laughing. It felt great! He threw back his head. "Oh fu-" Unfortunately, he threw off the
balance of the whole chair in the process, and he toppled over backwards, smacking into the floor
and rolling out of the chair. It only made him laugh harder. When he finally calmed down, he
noticed Mac and Jake tiptoeing to the door. "You guys are way too gullible!"
"Huh?" both boys asked in unison.
"You really thought I was going to kill you or something?" Alec started laughing again.
"Uh . . ." Jake scratched behind his ear, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, to tell you the truth. . . ."
"Aw, geez," Alec chuckled. He rose awkwardly and painfully from the floor, wincing as he did
so. "It's a really good thing Asha sent you guys over," he commented. "You really need to get
your facts straight." He looked down at the bandages on his stomach, and pressed on them
gently. Still good. "Hey, you guys wanna check to see if I pulled any of those stitches?" He
gestured to his back.
Mac nodded and hesitantly stepped forward to check it out. He winced behind Alec's back.
"Looks like you did, there's fresh blood."
"Damn," Alec muttered. "Hey, um, you think you could-"
"Yeah, yeah, no problem," Mac said. "Where's your first aid kit?"
"Ugh . . . should be on the coffee table." Jake went to retrieve the first aid kit, while Mac picked
up Alec's chair and Alec sat gingerly back down. He leaned forward, his elbows on the table and
his head in his hands. "Seriously though," he muttered, "maim, disfigure, torture. . . ." He turned
his head to look at Mac while Jake handed him the kit. At the questioning look he met, he
decided to plunge into the story. "First, as you know, I got shot in the gut. Then, the next night,
I got kicked in the gut."
Mac placed the kit on the table and opened it. "Looks like we'll have to replace the some of the
stitches completely," he slipped in.
Alec nodded. "Kicked hard enough to split my head open on the pavement." All three of them
winced, Mac and Jake at the tale of woe, and Alec at the removal of stitches. Alec grimaced, and
let his breath out in a hiss. "And that wasn't even yesterday," he muttered. "I'd try to count, but
I couldn't accurately remember how many times I fell on my ass yesterday. I got shot at again. I
got ran over by not one, but *two* cars at the one time. I met up with some truly unpleasant
individuals. I crawled *through* a wall, and slipped and fell on my back hard enough to drive
dozens of little pieces of glass through my jacket and into my back. . . ."
"I don't think 'that sucks' is a suitable way to describe that," Mac observed.
"Damn straight," Alec agreed. "Now, where were we? With the 'why you're here thing.'"
"Uhh . . . getting our facts straight?" Jake supplied.
"Oh." Alec's brow furrowed. "Not exactly an explanation one could put into words, is it?"
"Doesn't seem like," Mac agreed.
"Well . . . why did you come here?"
"Because Asha said-"
"And you're just following Asha's orders?"
"Well . . . no," Mac said, wondering what the hell this guy was getting at.
"We wanted to give you guys a chance," Jake offered.
"Really?" Alec asked.
"Really," Mac said.
"Well, it seems you guys have your minds made up then." Alec slowly leaned forward and rested
his head on the table.
"I didn't mean . . . We didn't even ask you any questions or find out anything about you! We're
not going to jump to conclusions just like that!" Jake protested.
Alec closed his eyes. "But you came over here, unarmed and alone, and gave me a chance. If you
really thought I was some beast, you probably would have taken this address and brought it to the
guys who control the nukes."
"We could have just been curious. . . ." Jake said.
"You could have just been idiots. If you thought there was any chance that I was who so many
people think I am and you came over anyway, then you most certainly would be idiots. I don't
think you really need me to affirm your faith; thanks for that, by the way."
"You say that with so much assurance. What if we came over with faith in you but came to the
conclusion that you were lying?" Mac pointed out.
"Hey Jake, could you kindly go get a pillow for me?"
Jake looked around for a moment, then entered the nearest bedroom without hesitation, leaving
his best friend alone with the transgenic. He returned with a pillow and handed it to Alec. "Now,
you do realize that despite the fact I'm tired and in pain, I still have the strength and energy to kill
three grown men in under five seconds with my bare hands, right?"
Jake looked puzzled. "But not the will . . ." he said tentatively.
"I think you can go now." Finished with the stitches, Mac stepped back slightly. He and Jake
watched, speechless, as Alec slipped the pillow under his head.
"Apparently we don't need any more proof to trust you," Mac conceded.
Alec grinned. "Show the boy what he's won!"
Mac and Jake won assurance, and a new appreciation for transgenics in general. Perhaps also a
few pro-transgenic signs in their future. They left the apartment with peace of mind, and a one
way ticket leading far away from discrimination.
Drained physically, but not mentally; not today, Alec went back to sleep, right at the kitchen table.