Second Chances - Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm just borrowing the characters of Dark Angel to have some fun with them.
A.N.: This story is set after the series and both of the books. I would say about two months after 'After the dark'. Have fun. :)
"What the hell was that in there?" Max looked at Alec walking beside her, a relaxed and happy expression on his face. He returned her gaze, his green eyes sparkling.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I'm talking about you, snogging a girl you only just met five minutes before. And, since it's apparently not enough that you're slobbering all over her, that you have to do it in front of all of us." She gave a small shudder as the disgusting image crossed her mind again.
"Come on, Maxie. It's not my fault girls find me irresistible."
Max rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that appeared on her lips. "Yeah, that's right, cause you're Gods gift to women."
Alec slapped her on the shoulder and smirked, ignoring her sarcasm. "I knew you would come around one day and see the truth."
They had just come out of the Crash and were on their way to Terminal City. After a whole evening of seeing Sketchy try, and fail for that matter, to hook up with one girl after the other and Alec actually hooking up with them, she was eager to get back to the normality of TC. Well, the relative normality if you could even call it that. More than anything though she just wished to be in Logan's arms, forgetting the world around her, even if just for a little while. As if he had read her mind, Alec said: "Hey, where's Logan tonight anyway? Since the virus's gone I've hardly seen you guys separated from each other. Guess there's a lot to make up for, huh?" He winked and she hit his shoulder, hard.
"Shut up. How often do I have to tell you that it's none of your business what Logan and I do in our spare time?"
"So you are doing it, right? Was about time! I should have known, you're so much more relaxed these days." She hit him again, glaring at him. "Or maybe not." Alec shot her a hurt look, rubbing his arm. "God, you really have to learn to go easy on a guy or…wait, does Logan dig this hard chick routine?" He raised an eyebrow, contemplating, then shrugged. "I would have never taken him for the masochistic kind, but when I actually think about it I can see how…" He was interrupted by a frustrated outcry from Max.
"I swear, it's like talking to a frigging child! Do you never know when to shut up? If you mention Logan one more time, I will…" A shot rang out and she and Alec instantly dove for cover when a second shot followed. "What the…" Max peeked around the garbage container which hid them from view and frantically searched for the shooter. Her enhanced vision penetrated the dark and she saw the gunman at the corner at the end of the street.
She whirled around to Alec, saying: "Come on smartass, we've gotta…" but stopped in mid-sentence when she saw the look on his face. He was white as a sheet and stared at something dark and sticky on his fingers.
"I've been hit," he stated, his eyes transfixed on his hands.
"Where?" Max asked, but her eyes had already landed on his stomach where his shirt became redder with blood by the second. Her heart seemed to stop for a moment before she grabbed him and pushed him into a sitting position. Taking his hands, she pressed them down onto the wound. "Stay here and don't move."
"Max," his voice sounded weak and her expression softened when their eyes met. "Believe me, I'm not going anywhere."
She held his hands in place for a moment longer, willing the blood flow to stop, when she sensed a presence behind her. Quick as a whirlwind she turned and kicked at the gun that was aimed at them. Their attacker stumbled as the weapon flew from his grip and to the ground. Before he could make a move for it, she had kicked him in the stomach and he hit the wall behind him. She picked up the gun and took a good look at the man. He was of medium height, quite unremarkable looking, and apparently extremely dumb, because he started grinning when his gaze fell on Alec. She was sure the man had a death wish.
"I see at least one of you got what he deserved. But don't worry, you won't have to wait long for following where he's going."
"He's not going anywhere," she hissed, her face full of contempt, but her chest tightened in fear of what his words suggested. Alec was not going to die. "And neither are you, you son of a bitch." With that she aimed a well-placed kick at his head and he slumped to the ground, unconscious. Without sparing him another moment of attention she crouched down beside Alec. He had gone even paler and his eyes were half closed when he looked at her.
"Where's your cell?" Max said, trying to hide her panic at the amount of blood he was covered in.
She snatched his phone and called an ambulance as well as the police, never taking her eyes off him. Her hands trembled when she closed the phone and put it away. "They will be here soon." She took her sweater off, crumpled it into a ball and pressed it against the wound.
Alec watched her for a moment before whispering: "You're not concerned about me, are you Max? Never thought I'd live to see the day." His voice was quiet, but she couldn't miss the teasing in it.
She looked up and even though he was smiling, detected the slightest hint of real surprise in his eyes. "Shut up," she answered, but it was said gently. Alec chuckled and, leaning his head against the container, closed his eyes. "Hey, you have to stay awake." Max slapped him lightly on the cheek. "Don't fall asleep."
"I'm tired," he mumbled.
"I don't care if you're tired," she snapped, hoping to sound harsh. She grabbed his chin and turned his face to her. "Look at me."
His eyes snapped open and she was greeted by the beautiful green she had never noticed before, now dull and glazed over. "I'll kick your ass, Alec, you hear me? I'll kick your ass like never before if you don't stay with me, I mean it!" Her heart was beating hard in her chest and relief washed over her when she heard sirens in the distance.
"You're all talk, Max." His eyes had fallen shut again. "You always forgive me everything and you know it." After that he didn't open them again.
Max stared at his still form and couldn't shake the feeling that this was it; that she had lost another one of her brothers. Alec's life was just slipping through her fingers and she couldn't do anything about it. The thought terrified her more than she wanted to admit. Suddenly she heard the approach of a vehicle, sirens blaring loudly in the quiet night. Jumping out of their hideaway, she saw that it was the ambulance and signalled them to a stop. Two paramedics jumped out of the car. She noticed the initial hesitation when they recognized who she was, but they never faltered in their step for which she was grateful.
"Over there," she said, pointing to Alec. "He was shot, about fifteen minutes ago." She tried to keep her voice as steady as possible as she watched them putting him on a stretcher and carrying him to the ambulance.
Walking over to their attacker, Max kicked him in the face again. That should do until the police arrived. She didn't have anything to bind him with, but she sure as hell wasn't going to leave Alec alone to wait for the cops.
Without a word she jumped into the back of the ambulance. It never occurred to her to ask for permission, they probably knew better than to argue with her. She was sure they had recognized Alec by now as well, he was the first transgenic alderman of Seattle after all, and she didn't even want to think about how fast this news would make the headlines. She just hoped it wouldn't be in the form of an obituary.
A voice penetrated her thoughts and her eyes focused on the worried face of the paramedic. "Miss," he sounded a bit afraid, "I have no experience with transgenics, but…he needs a blood transfusion, otherwise he's gonna die. Should we take normal blood or…" He looked suggestively at her arm.
Max hadn't even noticed that the car was already driving at full speed. "No, take my blood." She didn't want to risk anything, not now. Rolling up her sleeve, she waited while the paramedic prepared the transfusion. A moment later she watched her blood pumping out of her vein.
Her gaze wandered over to Alec. She wasn't even hearing the words that were spoken while the two men worked on him, all she saw was his pale face, his mouth shut for once, and never before had she more wished to hear his constant, annoying yapping.
A thought struck her and she pulled out the cell she had taken from Alec earlier. She quickly dialled Logan's number. He answered after the second ring, his voice distracted. "What is it, Alec?"
"It's me." Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.
"Max? What's up? What's that noise in the background?" Hearing his voice succeeded in calming her down a bit.
"Alec's been shot, you have to meet me at the hospital, Logan."
"Shot, how? Is it bad?"
"I'm on my way." With that he hung up. Max sighed and stared at the phone. She wished they had never left Terminal City to go out for a stupid drink.
A.N.: I hope you liked the first chapter. Reviews are greatly appreciated and encourage me to write the second one quickly. ;)