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: See? I promised I'd update within three days, and I am. In fact, I'm going to post the next chapter, too- because I don't want anyone mad at me for how short this chapter is also. It just had a stopping point, and I didn't want to force it.

Let me know what you think (please, pretty please with Jensen on top?)

No Need to Worry?

If Alec had known what was going on in the pompous Ordinary's head, he would have known that he had no need to worry. At least, not as far as Logan ratting him out to Max. As Logan walked into the girls' apartment, a smile played about his lips. Somehow between waking up on the floor and picking up his door, he'd come to a realization. While he'd been propping his door up the best he could before coming here, he'd come to the conclusion that he'd won. After all, wasn't that what Alec's visit had really meant- that the waste-of-science hybrid had finally gotten it through his thick-as-a-brick skull that he'd lost her. Although that implied that he'd ever actually had her. Which he never really did, he thought as a territorial smile spread across his features.

Now that he thought about it, the poor guy had never really had a chance. She'd been hooked since the first time they'd met- it had just taken them both a while to realize it. Ever since she first learned how much he had to offer, how he could help her in her search for her family, how altruistic and noble his desires were, how he could help her become a better person than she'd ever imagined, he'd had her in the palm of his hand. Where she belongs. He looked around him with distaste- what a shame she had to live in such a bad area of town. He really didn't appreciate having to come into this neighborhood. But, one day he'd rescue her from this place, just as he had already rescued her moral character. And then he'd have her all to himself- just as it should be. His grin took on a possessive quality but he quickly wiped all trace of it off his face before entering the room she was sitting in. It wouldn't do for her to realize that he considered her his most interesting possession.