Legacy
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 Seventeen – Time has come today
Luke fumbled up onto the stage and shuffled his feet from side to side as he made the announcement. There was a hush followed by a gasp that echoed into applause.
Alec was surprised while Mole gawked at the crowd in disbelief "they actually voted for a dictatorship" he whispered through gritted teeth.
"Perhaps they fear the unknown?" Alec muttered.
"Or they love your sorry ass." Mole corrected.
"Well that's it then." He shrugged a little disheartened by the news, secretly a part of him had hoped that his duty towards his people would soon be over. It had been a long journey and he was longing for rest, he wanted to pass the baton, name a successor and retire. His people had other plans and he would not be able to just walk away.
Luke totted over "I think the crowd wants you to say a few words"
Alec strolled casually and hoisted himself up onto the stage and faced the mass of transgenics that had put all their faith in him. He had managed to inspire a nation but could no longer inspire himself, he was tired and for the first time had no words to offer the sea of people.
"I will not let you down" he shouted to the crowd with raised arms, the burden of those words resting heavy on his shoulders. His destiny no longer belonged to him but to his people, they alone would decide when to set him free. Max had dealt him a cruel hand and as he looked out over the crowd, his trade mark grin sparkling for all, he saw his fantasy slowing slipping away. The dream was fading and he couldn't help but wonder, while his people shouted his name, if he would ever see Max again.
He stood there waving, happiness on his face just an illusion as his heart cried for what may never be. Alec leaned over and whispered into Mole's ear "Whiskey!" and Mole took that as his cue to leave. Leaving the stage he aged, it was a great day for transgenics but a bad day for him.