Alec's War
By Shikasta
Spoilers: Anything's fair game in my view although this is an AU
Disclaimer: The characters of Dark Angel are owned by Twentieth Century Fox Television and Cameron Eglee productions. In laymen's terms: Don't own them but by god I wish I did.
Italics = flashback
Chapter Twenty Four – FleeingMax stood with the sun at her back, one hand tenderly clutching Faith's, the other resting on her abdomen. Gabriel had refused to budge and as her ears listened to the repetitive sound of gunfire in the distance, her mind was determining the best route to Canada. Her heart suffered knowing she would be walking away from the man she had had little time to love, and the soldier in her demanded she join the battle. She looked down at Faith and uncharacteristically prayed to a God she didn't believe in that Hope was safe and waiting for them in Canada. The time had come to continue their journey an hour after the battle had begun.
Fizz could no longer hear the sound of gunfire, after his decision he had picked Hope up and ran, his mind telling him the faster he ran the faster he could start his search for Max and Faith. Hope lay asleep on his shoulder, her weight not bothering him. He had rigged a harness for her out of his backpack and she was securely tucked into his back. All Fizz could do was run, Canada was a long journey on foot and he knew he needed to find a car of some sort to at least get them to the border. He listened to Hope's breathing as he traversed the countryside, his mind drifting back to his first realisation that Max and Faith were not there. Hope had not cried out or whimpered, in fact she had shown more composure than Fizz and her simple words still rung in his ears "We have to go Fizz" she had whispered as she tugged on his arm. It was then that Fizz knew Hope was a survivor, and at the tender age of five she could still make a difficult decision to ensure her survival.
In his small tent Gabriel sat and listened to the sound of gunfire echo across the landscape.
"So much blood, and for what?" he whispered.
Francesca walked over to him and knelt at his feet, she placed the palm of her hand on his knee in a soothing gesture "you know what for."
"But is it really worth it?"
"Power is all that matters my love."
"Is it?"
"Why are you doubting yourself?"
"Maybe I should have been the one to lead this fracas?"
Francesca rose rapidly anger emanating from her face "and die like him" she exclaimed "If this leader falls today, no-one will remember him" she bent down and smoothed his hair "All you have to do is wait, be patient and the world will fall at your feet."
Gabriel leaned in and kissed her his eyes once more sparkling, power was within his grasp.
Max had left Gabriel's camp and was running in the direction of Canada, her thoughts betraying her fear that 'freak nation' was doomed.
Dirt intermingled with blood.
The thud of fist against cheek.
Yells, groans and grunts.
The popping of bullets from guns.
War a messy affair and Alec was in the thick of it, slowly being crushed by the mass of bodies, leaving a trail of death behind him, his goal like chasing a rainbow, never coming into reach. His shoulder was hurting now and he could smell the incrusted blood mixed with sweat, a foul smell, all he wanted to do was bathe himself but instead he pushed himself forward an inch withdrawing his fist and slamming it into the face of a pimply nosed ordinary boy, his expression that of a frightened rabbit and Alec's humanity returned.
"Delta to base, come in base"
Delta to base, come in."
'This is base, Delta why are you using this communication channel?'
TBC
