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.

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A/N: Hmm, I know it's been a while but I hope this chapter makes up for that and don't forget to send me words of encouragement.

Chapter Twenty Seven – The Devil Comes Out To Play

No historian had ever fully conveyed the horror of that day when transgenics and ordinaries clashed outside of the once magnificent city of Seattle. Many, had in vain recounted the stories told by all who were there, but what resulted was a somewhat children's version. Those who had fought with their bare hands amongst the mud, blood and bullets had simply uttered to all who asked 'you had to be there.'


Up until receiving his last orders, Gabriel had been ready to disappear back into obscurity, his heart really not willing to take the next steps. The transgenic was conflicted, he always had been, his desire for power a contradiction to his desire for a quiet normal life. He was about to enter the fray of another battle while one was viciously raging inside of him. No matter what decisions Gabriel had made to bring him to this point, standing amongst the tents of his camp a ways off from the battle, all he wanted was to ensure the survival of his people. That simple motivation was his excuse for making a deal with the devil.

"Sometimes an ordinary man is called upon to do extraordinary things in extraordinary times," Gabriel muttered as he crouched down and allowed the wet grass to caress the palm of his hand. Sensation always amazed him, hearing music for the first time had made him cry, feeling loved for the first time had made him feel invincible, but now he felt nothing but vulnerable. This angel sent by the devil somehow knew his time on this earth was now short and his death would be violent but he had faith that someone somewhere would understand the why of it all.

He rose gracefully and brushed his hand against his thigh, he was stepping out of the shadows to commence his final stand upon this earth and as he led his followers towards the bloody scene he strangely felt free.


Early on in her career Senator Druitt had learnt that nothing was straightforward and everyone had a hidden agenda. Hers was to alleviate the guilt that had pursued her relentlessly over the years, her punishment for the complacency she had had when the super soldier project had first been realised. Her innocence and naivety had abandoned her long ago and the four walls of her career had allowed the darker side of herself to flourish. She knew that General Farr's actions were not his decision alone, he was military after all, an institution founded on structure, hierarchy and orders. Someone with power had sanctioned the General's actions and it was her goal to uncover whom.

As she sat in her car headed towards the Senate building in Washington, she muttered the speech she would say to implore the senate to surrender.

"We should not fear this transgenic nation but instead embrace it. We cannot be above guilt with regards to recent events and at this moment have an opportunity to take responsibility for our actions and do what we know in our hearts to be right. If we are to achieve but one thing it should be allowing the transgenic community to form a nation of its own and afforded the right to live in peace."

Surrender, such a defeatist word, and America was not one for accepting it. She could only pray that on this occasion those that need held the power would accept that this was the best course of action.


Uncharacteristically Gabriel wept at the unfolding tragedy. The sight of Seattle in ruins assaulted his eyes and the visual stimuli formed images in his mind, recreating the past two years in that hellhole. He found himself questioning whether or not he would have made the same allegiances if he had been trapped in the city like many of his brethren.

He couldn't help but admire the transgenic that had led his people this far, his leadership was evident, staining Gabriel's surroundings. No, this leader would not retire willingly and the future of the transgenic nation, unbeknownst to them, was seeped in uncertainty.

"Know thy enemy" he whispered to the breeze before descending into the living organism of war engulfing all his senses.

Slowly Gabriel fought his way through the choppy sea of bodies shoving, punching and clawing until his destination shone brightly before him. His thoughts wishing he could sprout wings like his namesake.


Senator Druitt raised her voice harshly "we have no choice, surrender is our only option" anger rising to the surface as she assumed a defensive stance.

"Senator there is no need for you to reiterate your cause."

"I don't understand Senator Kinnane?"

"We as a united body agree with you."

"You do" Senator Druitt responded rather surprised her eyebrow raising ever so slightly.

"We do."

"Forgive me Senator, I slightly confused, you have never been in favour of this and I might add you've been very vocal on this subject."

"People can change their minds."

"Why now."

"Perhaps you put forward a very persuasive argument."

"Senator Kinnane, we have walked the halls together for many years, you can't seriously expect me to believe that you are supporting this out of the goodness of your heart."

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Quite frankly yes."

"Senator Druitt I'm disturbed that you think so little of me. Shall we have a raise of hands of those in favour of peace."

It was unanimous, all Senators extending their arms into the air taking Senator Druitt by surprise once more. She hastily reclaimed her seat, the eyes boring into her becoming too unbearable. Senator Kinnane was a respected and well-liked man in her circles and she had in some fashion accused him of treason towards America. Or at least her words could be interpreted as that.

"It's settled then. This meeting is adjourned."

Senator Kinnane began to exit the room quickly followed by Senator Druitt who roughly grabbed his arm.

"Is there something more you wish to add Senator?"

"You're up to something, you reek of it."

'And what if I am, what do you intend to do?"

"Become your worst nightmare."

"I don't have nightmares Senator Druitt." He retorted before continuing on his journey.


Standing quietly, hands clasped in front of her Clementine memorised the little details in the lavish office she had been left in. At the tender age of two she was well trained, resisting temptation to touch the magical objects around her. She cautiously tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and tentatively allowed her mind to explore. Ever since she had been able to access her memories Clementine had had lengthy internal conversations with herself about her origins and marvelled over the simple things such as how her fingers worked, why her hair grew and what colour was.

She did not turn when the door was open, but she knew who had interrupted her solace, she could tell by the smell of his aftershave.

"Mr Kinnane"

"Call me daddy."


Allegiances are never set in stone. They are forged through mutual benefit and as easily made are easily broken. Senator Druitt once had an allegiance to the super soldier project, her youth and desire to be accomplished ensuring her loyalty. Now she found herself working tirelessly in favour of the transgenic cause, a cause that had gained her enemies and departed friends. Once so sure of her agenda, her certainty now wavered as she questioned whose campaign she had actually aided. Politics is a dirty game and although the senate had supported surrender, the underbelly hid a much darker motive.
Clementine would be the final man-made evolutionary jump that would make Doctor Frankenstein green with envy. Her nature would be reminiscent of her mother's but her nurture would bare no resemblance. Clementine would be controlled with love not fear, for as barbaric as senator Kinnane could be she would only know a tender, gentle man.
"Sir we've been compromised."

"Don't be silly man, we outnumber them." General Farr chastised.

"That may be the case sir, but we've been breached and you must get to safety."

"I will not run like a coward."

"Glad to hear that."

The General and his aide spun around at the sound of the new voice, "who are you!" he demanded as he raised his gun at the intruder.

"Will you surrender?"

"I asked who you are?" thrusting his gun.

Horatio raised his weapon and inflicted flesh wounds to those protecting the General. Once the opposition was down for the count the other transgenics began to bind them up.

"I'm your executioner!" Alec grimaced before blurring, relieving the General of his gun then slamming his fist into the General's face forcing him to the ground.

Grimacing General Farr used the back of his hand to brusquely wipe away the trickle of blood tainting his lip. He was fearful but managed a cocky, cool exterior his performance not going unnoticed.

"We can smell fear: Alec informed as he crouched to meet the eyes of his enemy. The General's response was to ungracefully thrust his chin in the air.

"Not so commanding anymore are we," Alec mocked as he systematically ripped the metal stars from the General's jacket.

"You don't deserve these" his hand shoved under the General's nose making the stars clank.

"Tie him up" Alec ordered his entourage.

"What are you going to do with me?" The General asked his voice unintentionally cracking.

"You will order your troops to surrender and fall back."

"Never" the General roared trying to stand.

"Then you leave me know other choice." Alec whispered as he cocked his gun.

"You would shoot an officer in cold blood?" The General demanded "This goes against the etiquette of war."

"Yours perhaps but not mine." Alec countered as he roughly pressed the cold metal muzzle of his gun to the General's temple.

"Killing him will achieve nothing."

Alec's eyes slowly swivelled in response to the familiar voice "I wondered when you would resurface."

Horatio took a fighting stance preparing to attack the intruder before Alec intervened "Leave him be."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes"

"So why have you resurfaced?"

"I told you I would in your darkest hour. I should have known it was you leading this pointless rebellion it has your boyish charm all over it."

"What are you doing here Gabriel?" Alec questioned removing his gun form the General's temple giving him a momentary relieve.

"Saving you."

Alec laughed "saving me, it's too late for that brother."

"You kill him and you'll loose it all."

"He deserves death."

"Yes, but not yet, stand down soldier." Gabriel ordered.

"It's been a long time since someone has issued me an order." Alec raised his gun and pointed it at Gabriel.

"You would kill me Alec."

"I've killed for a lot less, but then you know that."

"Let me talk with the General I may have more effect."

Alec considered Gabriel's words "what is your interest here?"

"The same as yours."

"I don't think so!"

"I can make him surrender and you know it."

"I don't trust him Alec" Horatio interrupted.

"Don't worry neither do I, but if he can stop the fighting outside then who am I to stand in the way."

"Thank you" Gabriel said before heading over and crouching in front of the General. He looked behind him at Alec then faced the General and whispered softly "The Senator sends his regards."

"Are you here to save me?" General Farr asked.

"Yes, I'm here to save us all."

"Who are you?"

"A messenger."

"And what is the message."

"Surrender and retreat, let the transgenics win this one."

"Is that what the Senator wishes me to do?"

"Yes, you have served your country well and been loyal to the cause which will see you rewarded."

Gabriel patted the General on his arm then rose and walked over to Alec "You have your victory, the General will issue the order to surrender and retreat."

Alec hung his head, it was finally over.


Two days later . . . . .

Max had reached the border but something prevented her from taking the final steps into Canada. A sense of loss consumed her as she clung tightly to Faith's hand. She couldn't help but feel this would be her last time standing on American soil, banished to a backwater communal farm with the rest of the survivors. Again she chastised herself for not staying, for not standing up to Alec and telling him where to go, something she would have freely done in her youth. Max had no closure, she should have been the one to finish what she had unintentionally started. She had become so adept at running but she didn't want to run from this, didn't want to hide away like a coward.

All her good intentions had resulted in sacrifice, she was quickly losing hope and her faith was dwindling. The two things that had remained her constant during these difficult times were vanishing with the morning chill. Those final steps represented the end of all she knew and despite the tragedy and hardship she so wished it wouldn't change, for she understood and new how to survive in that life, although cruel, it was familiar.

As she took those final steps with Faith by her side Fizz appeared like an apparition with Hope in his arms. They merely looked at each other then made the final steps towards the unfamiliar together.

THE END

A/N Watch out for the third installment in the Fable Universe