Saving Rachel
by pari106

pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html

Disclaimer: No one belongs to me. This is for fun, not profit.
Rating: PG-13
Code: Alec/Rachel; MAJOR AU
Warning: *HUGE* spoilers for episode 11. Stop reading *RIGHT NOW* if you don't do spoilers.

Summary: X5 494 makes a decision that saves a life, and changes others…including his own.



Author's Note: Once again, I apologize to all of you out there waiting for continuations of my other
stories. What can I say? I haven't forgotten about them. But if inspiration has fled me on a certain
storyline, I don't want to try and just fake my way through it. I never like my writing, any way. And when
I write something while my heart really isn't into it… It isn't pretty.

Anyhow, on the subject of this story… Please tell me what you think of it. Okay? I love the spoilers for
this ep. I admit, it's kind of corny in a way… Alec and Rachel are one of those love stories you hear so
often it's cliché. But I love it anyway. And I had to make up a few things I weren't sure about…like what
Alec actually did to the car, and when all of this happened. I assume Alec and Rachel met relatively
recently…like very shortly before Max and Logan met. The story begins the day of the assassination
attempt, and goes off on a tangent from there. Feel free to ask questions if you have them. And review like
mad!



Saving Rachel
by pari106


Sitting there…on the edge of "Simon's" bed…staring into nothing… Sitting there, preparing to return to
base…

Sitting there…X5 494 hadn't known what he was about to do next.

Surely, he couldn't have known. He certainly couldn't have anticipated that he would go AWOL. That he
would throw away everything he'd ever fought for or believed in…all for a woman. A human woman. Not
even that, really. A human *girl*. A human girl he'd fallen in love with…

Surely, he couldn't have predicted his own, insane decision. The decision that would change both their
lives forever.

The decision to stay.

To stay with her. To protect her. And to say to hell with Manticore and their goddamned propoganda
about mission and duty and discipline. 494 had fought his entire life to be everything Manticore had made
him. He'd had to work that much harder than all his peers to prove himself…to step out from under the
shadow of his twin's failure. He'd been as disciplined as they came… But all that discipline had been
nothing up against Rachel Beresford's innocent charm. He'd been a dutiful soldier. But no amount of
pride in his duty could have kept Rachel out from under his skin. He'd been fully engaged in his
mission…his mission to assassinate John Beresford. And his daughter, Rachel.

But sitting there, on that bed, with memories of the words he and Rachel had spoken to one another last…

He didn't know what he was going to do next. But he knew he couldn't leave her…not like this. Not even
if it was his duty.

In fact…he knew he couldn't leave. Period.

Something was going to happen to Rachel if he did. He just knew it… Something awful. Even if she took
his advice and got out of the way while her father was being murdered, 494 knew Rachel was going to get
hurt. And he couldn't let that happen.

He couldn't just go back to base as if nothing were going on. As if he hadn't possibly just ended the lives
of two people… As if he hadn't just endangered the life of the woman he loved. As if he hadn't just
broken her heart. Because he had. He'd hurt her with his words that afternoon, and if he left he was going
to hurt her even more.

494 couldn't just go back to base as if everything were alright. Because it wasn't. Nothing was alright.
Nothing about the base was right, all of a sudden. None of the doctrine that seemed to make so much sense
to him before, made any sense now. None of the things he'd believed in seemed worth believing. How
could they? The people who he'd followed, who he'd trusted, who he'd fought for… Had calmly and
coldly ordered him to murder an innocent young woman. For no other reason than it would be convenient
to take her out at the same time as her father. And they'd threatened him…subtly, but surely…when he'd
voiced even the mildest protest to that decision.

He couldn't go back. And he couldn't leave Rachel. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't really say for sure
if he "loved" her the way she said she loved him. He didn't know any more about that word now than he
had the first time Rachel had introduced it to him. But he knew what he felt for Rachel… What he felt for
her meant more to him than a lifetime of mission and duty and discipline. If what he felt for her wasn't
love…it was still something just as important. Just as impossible to walk away from.

What he felt for her was enough to make up for a lifetime of feeling nothing at all.

And so, sitting there on his bed, 494… "Simon", as he'd been called these last few weeks…didn't know
what he was going to do next…but he knew he had to do something.

And when he finally left the room, he didn't leave to return to base. He left to find Rachel.

And to make the most important decision of their lives.