Disclaimer: Nothing has changed. Still don't own Dark Angel.
A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot, you know. But all these people kept asking me when there would be another installment. I got emails fo this! Thanks by the way. Anyway, this came to me today, you could call it a sequel.
Common Ground
"He hates me!" Max screamed, then went for the killer blow. "And he tried to kill me. More than once."
Ames refused to say anything, infuriating Dr. Michaela. This meeting was not going the way she wanted, dammit.
"Now, Max I am sure this is just some big misunderstanding."
"No it's not. I have tried to kill her. Repeatedly. And failed." White was having fun. Even if it meant being in the same room as that stupid transgenic, making his psychiatrist unhappy was almost worth it.
Dr. Michaela didn't know what to say, then pasted a sunny smile to her face.
"See this is another reason why I've brought you together. Ames believes he is part of some supernatural thousand year conspiracy. While Max here believes she is a genetically modified superhuman soldier. I feel that if we all share, we can overcome the fantasies ruling our lives and move on to a more social reintegration into society."
Clearly happy herself she leaned back.
Ames and Max stared at each other, for the first and no doubt the last time in complete accord. One thought written plain across their faces: "Ordinaries!"