Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or any characters featured in either of the seasons.
With Ben In Between
Another stuffy party to attend, another crowd of too rich people to suck up too. This was not his idea of serving in the military or spending his one night off. But still, duty called. With one final tug at his bowtie, Alec followed his father and commanding officer into the overly crowded room. Immediately the host and hostess of the party greeted him. One of the militaries biggest backers when it came to funding, the Shipman's where filthy rich and bored, "Mademoiselle," he bowed to the hostess, making her blush and giggle as if she were a little schoolgirl. Standing straight, he followed his father further into the party.
After doing the customary rounds of meet and greet, Alec needed something strong to drink. Slowly making his way to the drink table he stopped dead in his tracks. It was her, from the pictures. Standing there looking bored, but as beautiful as ever. The photographs hadn't done her justice, at all. Remembering to breath he watched her make her way to the open balcony, away from crowd. Stealthily, he made his way to follow her. He was entranced, and that never happened to him.
What brought him out of his thoughts was the band beginning to play an all to familiar piece of classical music. He knew this by heart, and in his heart he held in his emotions that were connected to this music. Taking a deep breath he walked out onto the balcony, why he didn't know.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked, not realizing himself. He must've surprised her because she turned around quickly, but faltered just quickly. She knew who he was, or maybe she thought she knew who he was. He wasn't sure. She didn't more or say anything for a few faltering moments.