This is my first Fan Fiction so be nice when you critize it please. And I appreciate any and all critizing and reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this story. The charaters are the rightful porpertiey of the creators of the show Dark Angel.
Summary: When Max was recaptured at the end of season one she escaped, but in this story she didn't escape. And she is a bit more broken into Manticore's way of thinking, but not quite.
Max walked into the plush apartment. She wondered if she would be able to handle this mission with Alec. He annoyed her so much. At least it's him and not Renfro she thought and laughed at the idea of Renfro on a mission.
"Hey, there's only one bed," Alec called to Max from the bedroom.
"So I'll take the bed and you get the couch," she called back. Alec walked into the living room and put his hands on his hips.
"I get thebed because I'm the leader of this mission." Max gawked at Alec. She was just as much in charge of this mission as him. "Okay that's settled then, I get the bed. That is unless you want to share it," he added with a mischievous grin.
"I think I much rather prefer the couch," Max says and drops her bag on the couch.
Max and Alec were there to stake out a threat to Manticore. A man named Gregory Upholtz was a former employee of Manticore and was now considering suing the company for some lame reason. Max could care less about Manticore, but there was no way she was having Renfro break her again. It was hard enough dealing with being at Manticore she didn't need their version of capital punishment.
Max slipped off the brief case that contained equipment for their mission. She laid each object down on the table carefully. In the next room she heard Alec lay down on the bed and fall asleep. She knew this because of the light snore that came from the room.
It wasn't a wonder that he was asleep. He had been up the whole flight because he was afraid the plane would crash. That had made Max laugh.
Now, in the apartment living room in Chicago, Max got up and grabbed the phone. I could call Original Cindy. They can't stop me, they wouldn't stop me. Or then another thought hit her I could call Logan. But as this thought occurred Max's mischievous smile slipped. Some how at the moment Max didn't want anything to do with Logan. But why? She wondered.
For a moment she knew the answer, but then it was gone. She didn't want to face reality, but it was there: she didn't love him anymore. The only attraction was that of information. But there was something else.
Compassion. Logan was nice and gentle, but he was also bent on saving a broken world. He was too focused on that one mission he had little time for anything else. Max then dialed a number into the phone.
"Hello," said a voice on the end of the phone.
"Hello? Is that all you have for me? OC, it's me Max!" Max said.
A moment passed were OC didn't reply. Then, "Oh my god, is that really you boo?"
"Yeah, OC. It's me. God it's been so long…" Max's words faltered as she remembered the times they had shared.
The two talked on for hours about everything. And why Max couldn't escape, even now that she was presented with the perfect opportunity to just run.
Alec walks into the room just as Max hangs up the phone. "Hey."
Max just waves her hand. She's lost in the thought that Logan thinks she's dead. That's the way it has to be she thinks. Even if she were to go back to Seattle she wouldn't go see Logan.
In an hour Max and Alec are in a cab heading to a big ball in celebration of the New Year. This is were Max is going to chat up Gregory and then get him some place privet where she and Alec can force him to drop the law suite by any means necessary.
Okay, that was the first chapter, I'll try to get the next one up soon if you all like this one.
