Disclaimer: I don’t own Dark Angel!

Setting: Set in the first season of Dark Angel, shortly after the episode where Hannah Sukova (the woman who let Max into her car when she escaped from Manticore) and Max meet. Max is 17 in this fic.

RELATIVES AND WHAT COMES WITH THEM

Chapter 1:

“Max, it’s me, Logan. I think I found your mother.”

That sentence had changed Max’s life immensely a few months ago.

She had just been on a run in Sector 6 when her pager went off.

“O.C., I’ll catch up with you later!” 17 year old Max Guevara informed her African American best friend and lesbian roommate Original Cindy, short O.C. .

“’kay, see ya at lunch, boo!” O.C. replied and continued pedaling to deliver a package for the Seattle messenger service Jam Pony X-Press she and Max worked for.

Max rode her bike to the next payphone booth and jumped off.

“Wonder what Logan wants…” she mumbled to herself and hit the old, dirty telephone on the side hard until she heard a click and a steady beeping that signaled that the line was free.

Max dialed Logan’s number that she knew by heart and pushed her brown curly hair behind her right ear where she put the telephone.

“Yes?” a male voice spoke up on the other end of the line.

“Hittin’ you back. What you got?” Max cut to the case at hand immediately. She didn’t have time for smalltalk.

“Hey Max! Um, you told me to look out for signs of your family in return because you do some jobs for E.O…” Logan only used the initials of Eyes Only, the underground journalist that he impersonated to get some justice in the corrupt city of Seattle.

“You found my family?” Max interrupted him, feeling her heart begin to beat faster.

It had been a very long time since Max had seen her siblings the last time. Nearly ten years now.

The really short meeting with her brother Seth on the Space Needle a few months ago didn’t count. They had only spoken about two sentences and then… Well, Max didn’t want to think about why and how Seth had died that night…

“Max, I think I found your mother.” Logan dropped the bombshell on Max, who was nervously shifting her feet.

When she heard that sentence Max nearly dropped the phone in her right hand.

“You… Are you sure?” she stuttered, totally out of it.

‘My mother! Wow, that would be so great! I don’t know anything about her than what Hannah told me two weeks ago… That she tried to escape when she was seven months pregnant because she didn’t want to give me away.’ Max thought, trying to get a hold of herself and her weak knees.

“Just come over and I’ll show you.” Logan replied.

“Okay, … I’ll be there in 15!” Max said and hung up.

Was it really true? Had Logan found her mother? Her real mum?

She would find out in less than one hour…

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