Title: The End of a Savior Complex

Author: Dark Roswellian Angel

Elizabeth McDowell

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. If I did, Alec would have been treated much better. In fact, if I owned "Dark Angel" I'd be treating him better right now instead of just writing about him ; P

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Rating: T

Synopsis: When Alec finds out that Max has been hurt, he reacts unexpectedly.

A/N: I've never tried writing this emotion before, so I don't know if I did a decent job. Hope you enjoy :)

A/N 2: So, I went to the David Foster & Friends (Groban, Buble, Cetera, Bocelli, Kenny G, plus like 15 more big stars) concert last night- it was totally amazing, even if I was in the nosebleed section. I just wanted to say how grateful I am that there are people out there who have such amazing talents and who are willing to share them with the rest of the world. And a big shout-out to all of you writers who, like them, are willing to share your work- I heard a quote (no idea who said it) "writers start out as readers who, finding that the story they truly want to read has not been written yet, must write it themselves." I think that pretty much sums it up. Oh, one more thing- did everybody else already know that Michael Buble is engaged to Amy Foster? 'Cause he announced it on stage last night while he was singing with her dad (who was playing the piano to accompany him), but I wasn't sure if that was the first time it had been announced (tears up). I'm happy for them, but sad for all the rest of us girls. Anyway, I think that's enough of this for now. If it hasn't made any sense, blame it on the fact that I didn't even get home until almost 2 this morning and am exhausted.

A/N 3: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this so far. I really wasn't sure if I was doing a halfway decent job with it. I really appreciate the reassurances. Special thanks to MythStar Black Dragon, PurpleSpinx, s2 dean alec jensen, Myth87, Jabberwocky1, darkaznangel452, p3karen, CMT1992, Chica De Los Ojos Cafe, and grayceq.

2- The Reason

As he stormed down the street, people anxiously skittered out of his way. He was vaguely aware of the fact that he probably shouldn't be talking to himself. Especially when he was this out of control. And it wasn't exactly as though he were filtering what he was saying. But just as he was about to try to calm down, his thoughts centered back on the reason that he was in this state. Him and his damn saviour complex could have gotten her killed. He realized that she wouldn't be pleased if he accidentally let out something that could expose them all. But he dismissed this idea. After all, if she had died, he wasn't sure if he would care if he were exposed. If she were dead, he didn't think he'd especially care how he spent the rest of his life- years in a dank cell where he was tortured periodically, or shot through the head ending his life quickly. In fact, if she were dead, he was pretty sure he'd prefer to follow her as soon as possible.

He wasn't sure when it had started or how it had happened, but somehow she had become his reason. For everything. She was the reason he got up in the morning and went to his lame job. She was the reason that he hung out with Ordinaries, even though some of them had become good friends. She was the reason he had returned to Seattle, yet again. She was the reason that he went on Eyes Only missions, even if he did actually enjoy knowing that he was helping people. She was the reason that he had finally started seeing himself as part of something bigger- not just a military unit but a family, one that he was willing to do anything to protect. She was the reason he was changing into the kind of person he wanted to be. The kind of person who could possibly, one day, be worthy of her. And so when he thought about the possibility that she wouldn't be there when he was finally the man he was becoming, he panicked. And the thought that the man responsible for the threat to her life was blithely walking around, leaving her unprotected when she was still vulnerable, thinking nothing of the precarious position she was in, and probably congratulating himself on saving her in the first place, had him seeing red.

As he continued his thought patterns, he didn't realize that his posture had changed. If people took the time to actually look at him instead of quickly looking away and nearly running down the street away from him, they would have realized that he was now walking more like a feral cougar tracking its prey than a man. His eyes darted from side-to-side, taking in everything but focusing on nothing, intent upon finding its target. You could practically see his tail twitching. He was so preoccupied that he didn't even notice that he had gone into full military mode- he was skilled in Seek and Destroy, and even though he knew where his mark was, he wasn't going to take any chances of missing him. As he approached the high rise, he began to imagine the feeling of the Ordinary's neck in his hands as they tightened inch by delicious inch. A deadly smile crossed his features.

Sorry, that's it for now. I'm exhausted. I'm going out of town, so it's going to be a while until I'm able to update my other fics, but I promise I'll get the next chapter for this fic up within the next couple of days. And it will be longer than this one. In the meantime, I'd love to hear what you think so far.