Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or any characters featured in either of the seasons.
With Ben In Between
"Alec you here?" Alec heard a familiar English voice rang out. Walking out of his bedroom he saw Vanessa in the kitchen un-loading groceries. "There you are love, where do ya want this junk you call food?" Smiling he took the junk food she held out, as if the vilest thing on earth, and placed it in the cabinet next to his head. "Ah, you special cabinet of vile food, I'll never understand you Americans."
"Ah, 'Nessa, you love me anyways!" He laughed kissing her on the cheek. She just swatted him away as she continued putting food away. "So how was your day today?"
"Good, the café got busy at lunch, so only had my ars grabbed under 10 times!" She said in a fake cheery voice. "What bout you Mr. Military?"
"Same ol', same ol'." Alec shrugged his shoulders as he sat on the counter and watched her move around the kitchen. He had met Vanessa a few weeks after moving to Europe. She opposite of everything he had left behind; tall, blonde, electric green eyes, and thin like a model.
"Oh Biggs called this afternoon, when I popped in. He left a message on the answering machine," she commented leaning down in the refrigerator. Alec didn't do anything at first, since he was busy admiring her backside, "if you are staring at my ars I'll slap the bloody smirk off your Yankee face!" She threatened, not even looking up. Damn, she was good.
Laughing he walked over to his answering machine and waited for Biggs message to come on, but first he had to listen from messages from his mother, friends and colleagues. 'Alec, hey it's Biggs… sigh you need to come back to Seattle, it's Max…she's (unable to make out). Dude, you need to come back, fast. Later' Alec stared at the machine. What was wrong with Max? Biggs sounded serious, and that worried him. Vanessa had heard the message and walked over to Alec.
"Alec?"
"I gotta go to Seattle soon," he said briskly walking past her to his bedroom. Vanessa wrapped her arms around herself feeling the brush off in more than one ways.