Possibilities
By: All Grown Up
Rated: K I guess? Who knows.
Disclaimer: Dark Angel isn't mine.
Summary: A brief conversation between Max and Original Cindy during TKAA. Double-drabble. M/L-implied.
A/N: Just one of those little ideas that gets in your head til you get it out again on paper. Blame the DVDs and sudden inspiration. Actually, it started with an "Original Cindy"-esque line that just sort of came to me. I don't know how well it stands on its own, but here goes.
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"Aiight, I'm in." Original Cindy nodded.
Max grinned, practically bursting at the prospect of her best friend moving in with her.
"Cool. At lunch." The best friends bumped fists and finished their preparations for a thrilling day of delivering packages.
The dampness between her toes and the sand still stuck to her feet was really beginning to get on Max's nerves, and pedaling all over creation (or Seattle, anyway) with damp feet did not sound at all pleasant, so she pulled off her sneakers and socks and grabbed a spare shirt from her locker.
Original Cindy stood with a well-worn world-weary sigh, shouldered her bag, and turned to bid Max goodbye when she noticed the soggy socks lying on the bench and Max vigorously rubbing between her toes with an old shirt. "Boo... why are your feet all wet?"
Max smiled, shrugged. "I went for a walk this morning. On the waterfront."
"...whatevah, Sugar," Cindy replied, well accustomed to her friend's vague answers. She turned to leave.
Max looked down at her bare feet. "Hey Cin... do you believe in miracles?"
Original Cindy paused, then thoughtfully nodded her head. "Anything is possible, I guess."
Max smiled. "Yeah. Today... it is."
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