An original Dark Angel fan fiction

Written by: Jennifer S. a.k.a. AssassinElektra


I do not own Dark Angel. This is a fan fiction story meant only for the enjoyment of myself and other Dark Angel fans.

Title: Two Of A Kind

Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance, science fiction,

Setting: Dark Angel, toward the end of season 2

Rating: PG

Chapter 4

To Hear Your Voice


When life gives me lemons I squirt lemon juice in its eyes and laugh. I mean, I'm not gonna just take what's given to me. If Max wants to try to go find a psycho transgenic on her own, let her. But I wasn't just going to sit around at home and wait for news.

So yeah, I went looking for Amber. I mean, what else is a lonely guy going to do in Seattle that I haven't all ready tried a few times? Besides, I was a little short in the cash area anyway.

I don't know why, but the first place I looked was Manticore, or what was left of it. Walking through the rubble I was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of sorrow for Amber, for what it must have been like to be trapped in that explosion and afterwards, unable to break free.

I looked around for a while and saw nothing of interest really, until I looked up and there it was. The glass coffin that was obviously made of something much more durable, that Manticore had kept Amber in.

It looked just like I remembered it, except for the scorch marks and scrapes where metal had hit the sides during the blast. Slowly made my way towards it, unable to contain the tears that streamed down my face as I imagined Amber being trapped in it.

A closer look revealed that the lid had been broken, or the seal had, and that was how Amber had gotten out. But afterwards she had taken the time to put it back on, to close her torturous tomb before walking away.

I reached out and touched the transparent surface with a shaking hand, and suddenly I remembered doing the same thing as a kid.

"Why are you in there?" I asked, but she didn't answer. I knew she couldn't, but all I wanted was for her to say something to me. She responded with her eyes, looking down at her hand, and it was there that I saw a small tattoo of the Manticore symbol on her palm. "You're special, aren't you?" I asked, and she told me with a sad gleam in her eyes that she was.

"Someday I'll get you out of here." I told her, and I saw a tear run down her face. That was the first time I'd seen anyone cry, and it had changed my life forever.

I snapped out of my flashback at the sound of someone's soft approaching steps. Turning around slowly I saw Amber standing there in the rubble, her Manticore medical robe in tatters and her bare feet obviously pained against the rough debris. "Amber?" She moved to leave, but I held a hand up. "No! No, please don't go! I just want to talk to you." I tried to make my voice gentle, soothing, but I was in emotional tatters right then and I just wanted to rush over to her.

But Amber had the look of an abused animal, afraid of anyone who remotely resembled her cruel master. I was human, so I fit that category as far as she was concerned. And that right there made me wonder what Manticore had done to break her so much.

"I…I've missed you." I told her, keeping my voice soft, sans any threat. "I used to dream that I went back and found you, and we…" Her scared eyes were focused on me. "I love you." I told her quietly, but she did not seem to react. "Amber, please, say something." I begged. "I just want to hear your voice. I never got to…"

"It hurt." She said, and her beautiful voice made me stop talking. The tears she had seemed to constantly hold back were now falling silently down her cheeks as she looked at me. My own tears started again at the sight of her pain. "You hurt me."

"I know." I admitted. "I'm sorry. I would have looked for you, but they…"

"I asked you to stop, but you just kept…" She looked at the ground and suddenly I was confused.

"Amber, what are you talking about?" I asked her, and she looked up at me again.

"I broke out, and you were the first one to find me. But you…" She paused, remembering something painful. "You wouldn't stop." I felt suddenly angry as I realized what was going on.

"Amber, that wasn't me." I told her, and she looked up at me, confused. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

"Then why…"

"It was my twin." I said coldly, the very words making me sick. "He's supposed to be dead." But then so was ol' Zack and we all know how that turned out. The good old Manticore fairy tale ending. You know the one. Prince dies to save the princess, prince gets brought back to life as an insane killing robot.

"Then it wasn't you?" She asked, and I noticed bruises on her arms.

"No, baby." I said, surprised at my own words. Hearing her voice was amazing to me still, but hearing the agony behind it was almost not worth it.

She started to walk towards me then, slowly, and I didn't dare move until she was standing right in front of me. Then I reached down and gently took her hand. "I've been waiting to do this for years." I whispered to her as I leaned in to kiss her.

"So have I." We both jumped and looked at White, who was standing only five feet away with a gun pointed towards us. "494, and here I thought they picked your breeding partners for you back at Manticore." He added, sarcastically, looking Amber up and down. I didn't like the way he was looking at her, like she was a toy he could play with once I was out of the way. That last part wasn't going to happen any time soon though.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Just two dead transgenics." White answered, smiling. "And guess what? It's my lucky day." He moved to pull the trigger, but Amber had kicked it out of his hand and had it pointed not an inch from his face before he could move much at all. "Easy, wasn't it?" He asked sarcastically.

Amber and I glanced nervously at the enclosing men, all with loaded guns pointed at us. "Oh don't worry 356." Amber glared at White as he spoke. "We've got special plans for you." She gave him a look of pure hatred. "Drop the gun or 494 gets to die." White told her, his sarcasm fading into a serious tone of mutual hate. Amber glanced at me, noticed the guns had all shifted and pointed towards my head, then dropped the gun. "Good." White said.

He walked closer to us, giving me a disgusted look. "When was the last time you saw 452?" He asked, but I didn't respond. "When!" He shouted, but still I didn't answer. So he slammed his fist into my chin, and I looked at the ground in time to see a drop of blood fall from my lip and hit the ground. "You're making this much harder than it needs to be 494." White told me.

But I wasn't going to give him anything. I wasn't even going to fight back, because for some reason he wanted Amber alive and I was willing to work with that. Making a sudden move might have caught her in the crossfire. Now that was not something I was willing to risk.

I suddenly found myself wishing that Max was there, because she always seems to know what to do in those situations. Well, not always, but she does always have a snappy comeback remark for the bad guy, especially when she considers me to be that bad guy.

So I stood there, not risking even a blink, because I cared about Amber that much. I did shift my eyes to look at her however, and she somehow sensed what I was thinking and shook her head. I tried to tell her that I had to, that it was the only way to protect her, but Amber shook her head again then glared at White.

"Do you want to die, little girl?" White asked her, having no idea what he was getting himself into by aggravating her. But then neither did I until I saw amber lash out at him.

With an almost feral rage, Amber tackled White, scratching her fingernails into his cheek and drawing blood as she held his head onto the ground. "There are worse things than death." She told him bitterly. "And I've felt them all." She moved to crack his neck, but one of his men had slipped past me and was on her before she could.

It almost sounded like Amber growled as she slammed her fist into the guy's stomach. I almost puked at the sight of her hand breaking through his flesh and ribs, drawing blood. He screamed in pain, and who could blame him really? Amber's eyes seemed to be flickering red, a sadistic tone that I didn't like seeing on her. It didn't go so well with her beautiful hair.

"Amber, stop!" I screamed, pulling her away from the man. Her fist ripped away from his gut with a disgusting sound of body fluids and organs moving, and then Amber and I were lying on the ground, and I was holding her trembling for in my hands while she sobbed.

I looked at all of the men approaching us, White standing to the side looking at Amber with a newly ignited revulsion. She laid her head against my chest, not wanting to face the man she had just killed. And I wanted to protect her, to be the man in her life that made her feel better when the world came crashing down. But there were too many of them, and they were all crouching in.

"Amber, if we're going to make it out we have to fight together." I whispered into her ear, and she nodded gently, turning her face to look at the approaching men. Then her eyes turned to mine, and her tears broke my heart.

"494?" She said, quietly, and I realized that it was the only name she had ever known me by. Max hadn't named me until about a year ago, and I'd been more than content to stay with my designation at the time.

"Alec." I told her, and she smiled. I couldn't help but smile back, even though I knew we were probably about to die.

"I love you, Alec." She said, barely touching her lips to mine. She pulled away quickly and glared at the soldier who lunged at us, catching him by his leg and flipping him over onto the ground behind us. We both jumped to our feet and looked at each other, standing ready in fighter's stance. "That's why you have to leave me." Amber said, and I was confused.

"What? No!" I argued, eyeing the men who approached us with more caution now.

"Yes." She insisted, tears falling from her eyes again. "You have to go Alec! Go now! Run!"

"No!" I said, hearing my tears in my voice as I tried to speak. "I'm not leaving you this time! Amber, I…"

"You don't understand, Alec." She said, giving me an oddly sad smile. "I have a destiny to fulfill, and until I do I can't be around you."

"I don't understand." I admitted.

"I know." She told me. It was a shame that after all that time I was hearing her voice, but she was saying the one thing I had never wanted to hear. "Now go."

I hesitated, my eyes locked to hers. "Will I see you again?"

"I'm not sure." She said quietly. I looked at her, glanced at White's men who had all stopped and seemed to be watching us with interest. Then I looked back at Amber, and pulling her close I kissed her more passionately than I'd ever kissed any woman before. That kiss transferred all of my feelings for her to her soul, I know it did because when I pulled away and White's men were once more running towards us, she had a look of understanding in her eyes. And then I took off running, leaving the woman I loved at my mortal enemy's mercy.

I don't know why, but the first person I called was Max, and even more surprisingly she rushed right over. And after learning that she had had no luck finding our brother I told her all about my encounter with Amber, every detail except for my tears. Of course I couldn't stop myself from crying as I told the story, and I look away from Max, ashamed that she could see my tears.

"I know what it's like." Max said, and I looked at her skeptically. "Losing someone you care about, I mean." She added. She truly looked sympathetic, but I didn't want her sympathy.

"Do you?" I asked her, my tone a bit accusing.

"Alec…" She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, and I looked at it, considered how amazing it was that she was touching me at all. "It's okay to feel sad for someone, to miss them."

I let my head drop into my hands, elbows propped onto my knees. "I don't feel sad, Max. I just feel…" I looked up at her, "Alone." Her eyes stared at mine, uncertain of what I meant. And I seized that moment and leaned my face towards hers. She didn't move, which surprised me considering she had kicked me up against a wall the first time I tried to even talk to her.

And then suddenly our lips were touching, and I realized with even more surprised that as I kissed Max, she kissed me back. She moved closer, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my fingers on her lower back. We made out like freakin teenagers there on my couch, but you know what? I didn't care, because Max was giving me what I needed right then: she was letting me forget about Amber for a little while at least.

Max moved even closer, and then suddenly she was sitting on my lap, straddling me, and I was more shocked by the move than anything. She pulled her mouth away for a moment and I started kissing her neck.


"Yeah?" I whispered, reaching for the bottom of her shirt with my fingers to pull it up.

"You're not thinking clearly." She told me, and we kissed again.

"I know." I said between kisses.

"Then why are you…"

"I need to forget her, Max." I said as I started pulling her shirt up. But then her hands were on mine and she was looking at me with a serious look on her face.

"I don't want to be just another One-night-stand-to-comfort-lonely-Alec." She snapped, her hostile personality kicking in. Max stood up and backed away and I sighed. Of course I can never have happiness, it's against the laws of nature or something.

"You know what Max, I thought you were here to comfort me." I said, irritated.

"I am, but what you..." She looked at the floor. "What we were doing was just something to take your mind off of Amber."

"It was working." I said, using my seductive voice. Max seemed a bit taken back, but then she regained her composure.

"You don't really care about me, and besides, there's Logan even if you did." I raised an eyebrow at the hopeful tone of her voice. Could it be that Max wanted me to care for her? "You don't, right?" She asked, waiting for my answer with an unreadable look on her face.

I looked at the floor. After all Max and I had been through, after everything we had seen and done together, she'd finally asked the one question that had been bugging my inner self anyway. Only I wasn't ready to answer it. At least not out loud.

"This isn't about us." I said, and she looked almost disappointed. "Logan thinks we're together because you don't want to pull the plague routine every time you guys touch, that's fine. Doesn't mean we really have to…" I stopped and looked at Max, realizing how beautiful she looked standing there. "I love Amber."

Max nodded. "And I love Logan."

"Then it's settled." I said.

"Right." Max turned and faced the door, grabbing her coat. "I'd better go." She told me. "Original Cindy will never leave me alone with the questions if I stay any longer at your house." She gave me a half smile and reached for the door. But then she stopped and looked back at me. "Are you going to be all right?" She asked me.

"You know me Max." I said, my smooth voice hiding my true feelings. "I'm always all right." She smiled and then turned and left, and once more I was alone with nothing but memories of a past love and the phantom touch of a possible new one's lips. Both were unreachable.