By Shikasta
Spoilers: Anything's fair game in my view although this is an AU
Disclaimer: The characters of Dark Angel are owned by Twentieth Century Fox Television and Cameron Eglee productions. In laymen's terms: Don't own them but by god I wish I did.
This story is the third part in the Fable universe and follows on from Alec's War.
Chapter Two – ProgenyUnceremoniously Max went into labour with a familiarity she had not wanted or excepted. Alec was once more far away with no knowledge of the current proceedings and she was in an environment that was not what she had planned. A hospital would have been preferable over the hut fondly referred to as medical, which Ivy herself admitted was not really equipped for this kind of thing.
Max's cheeks glowed red as she breathed through a contraction and cursed the male that had put her in this predicament yet again with no decency to be there. Anger had always been Max's friend and her anger was supporting her in full and Ivy received the brunt of it as Max grabbed her by collar and spat "Tell him I'm going to kill him when he gets his sorry arse here."
"Now Max you don't mean that" Ivy soothed as she peeled Max's fingers from her collar.
"Like hell I don't, if he thinks I'm going through this again he's in la la land. I'll castrate him if he even tries to come near me."
"Max, breathe through the pain."
Max just looked at Ivy as though she were mad "Would you like to take my place?" she grimaced.
"No" Ivy muttered as she cautiously backed out of the room to leave Max grasping for dear life to the sheets underneath her.
Fizz stood outside medical scuffing his shoe in the dirt and watched as Ivy approached.
"How's she doing?"
"She's a wild cat."
"Is there anyway we can get word to Alec."
"You know the rules Fizz" Ivy reminded him placing a comforting hand on his shoulder "Anyway the way Max's temperament is its probably best that Alec stays where he is."
"Will she be okay?"
"She's going to be fine" Ivy reassured "She's just screaming because that's her way of dealing with it all."
"I suppose I should go and tuck the girls in for the night."
"That's probably a good idea, last thing we need is Max accusing us of not looking after those rug rats."
Leaning leisurely in his chair, arching his back ever so slightly Alec read through the days amendments, while he nibbled away at his thumb. They were so close to finalising the written peace treaty that all they had left to quibble about was some of the wording. Alec was beginning to get excited at the thought of signing his name on this thing that he had helped bring to being.
He watched the last glimpse of the sun disappear beyond the horizon, then put the document down. He rubbed his hands together and went through his list of things he could do to entertain himself.
Fizz entered to find Hope and Faith squabbling over who should get more blanket.
"You got more blanket last night" Hope yelled as she tugged hard on her corner.
"That is such a lie" Faith retorted tugging equally as hard.
"How about you both have the same amount of blanket?" Fizz suggested as he took the cause of the bickering away.
"That's such a dumb idea Fizz" Hope reprimanded.
"How about you not fight tonight."
"But we always fight before bed" Faith responded sullenly.
Max's labour had turned out to be rather brutal for those helping her, not only did they have to smile through her barrage of insults but they hadn't been prepared for the fact that she was having twins. With such limited equipment Ivy hadn't been able to perform anything but a basic examination.
Clementine sat rigidly on the edge of her bed, she was still unfamiliar with her surroundings and what the expectations of those around her were. She was used to being prodded and poked but now she had learnt and new form of touch which was the hug. She had never experienced a hug until Annabelle had approached her with a huge grin on her face and pulled the frightened little girl hard into her chest. Clementine knew it felt different but couldn't understand the feeling.
She longed for her glass room again, that she understood and could control but these new surroundings were constantly threatened by external factors and all she wanted to do was scream. There were too many environments for her to get use to, the house alone had twelve rooms with twelve different personalities, and now she would be introduced to yet another environment – school.
To Clementine this all felt so wrong, and she couldn't shake the feeling that this just wasn't right.
A little boy entered the world kicking and screaming followed by his sister.
TBC
A/N
A review gives life to my muse and ensures the story goes on.
Okay I know these chapters are short but I need to get some minor plot lines dealt with before we get into the meat of the story.