Dark Angel Fanfic: A Flash (2/17)
Title: A Flash
Author: poestheblackcat
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Alec/Max, Alec/Rachel (memories of), Logan, Berrisford, Sarah (OFC)
Warning/Spoilers: Major spoilers for the episode “The Berrisford Agenda.”
Summary: A flash is all it takes for Alec to notice the young girl with the locket. Enter Alec’s sweet-yet-spunky daughter with Rachel, Sarah. Of course, she gets in trouble-like father like daughter. Takes place in 2028. Not as bad as it sounds.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters not mine, yadda-yadda.
AN: Alec gets the shock of his life (so far). Kinda cute.
A Flash
Chapter 2
Alec walked down to the garage where his motorcycle was parked after changing out of the suit he’d taken to wearing when meeting with government officials and donning more comfortable clothes, similar to those he’d used to wear in his days as a Jam Pony bike messenger.
He’d been thinking all day about the necklace. Why did that girl have it? It was a family heirloom; he knew that from the portrait in Berrisford’s house. Maybe she was a cousin or something of Rachel’s. It couldn’t hurt to find out, though, could it?
Alec steered his motorcycle towards sector 10. He slowed it to a crawl as he neared Robert Berrisford’s residence.
The house looked exactly the same, everything the way he remembered it. He parked the bike out of the range of the security cameras and looked for a place from which he could enter undetected. He trusted the darkness to cloak his movements as he vaulted easily over the iron-wrought gate.
He scouted the perimeter of the house first, glad he did so when he spotted a small, pajama-clad figure sitting on the edge of the indoor swimming pool, swinging her feet in the water. It was the same girl, this time with a troubled expression on her pixie-like face, full lips arranged in a pretty pout.
As he neared on silent feet, she seemed to sense something, and looked up with a gasp. She scrambled up onto her feet and stood there staring at him, the water trickling down her bare legs. She wasn’t scared. Alec could see that in her face, and it confused him a little. After all, a grown man had just broken onto the property and was standing in front of her, a mere child. He could easily overpower her if he wanted to, even without his genetically superior strength.
For several seconds, the only sound besides the water pump from the pool was their breathing, both their breaths coming in rapid bursts. The girl broke the silence first.
“You followed me?” she asked, not sounding angry, but apprehensive.
Alec tore his gaze away from the over-expressive eyes down to the necklace visible from the neckline of the blue shirt of her nightclothes and back up again. “No. I came here because I saw your locket and I-I…” he stammered.
The girl glanced down, too, her dark locks swinging down to cover part of her heart-shaped face. “The locket? It was my mother’s. She died when I was a baby.” She looked up again, as if searching Alec’s face for something.
Her mother’s? Last he knew of it, Rachel had had it after he’d given it back to her that night right before she’d died, and it seemed unlikely that Robert Berrisford would let anything that had been so precious to his beloved dead daughter go. “Your mother? Who was she?” he ventured to ask.
The young girl blinked and bit her lip. “Her name was Rachel,” she said. “You knew her, didn’t you?” This last was asked hesitantly, green eyes still carefully scrutinizing Alec’s face.
Alec breathed hard, staring at the girl, looking for any trace of Rachel in her delicate features. There was the hair, for one, and the shape of her face, and the way that she fidgeted with the chain of her necklace whenever she was nervous, as this child undoubtedly was. “Who are you?” he whispered.
The girl cocked her head. “I told you. I’m Rachel Berrisford’s daughter. My name’s Sarah,” she said nervously, one hand playing with the locket and the other arm wrapped protectively around herself.
Alec swallowed. “And your father?” His voice shook. Was it possible-? It had been nine, almost ten years since-since Rachel.
The girl was watching him carefully now, eying him as if she suddenly feared him. She took a deep breath before answering. “He was her piano teacher. His name was Simon.”
The world lurched to a stop for Alec. He gaped at Sarah. Could it be? He and Rachel had been together only once. Had Rachel been pregnant when the bomb knocked her into a coma?
The girl went on, brazened by his reaction. “That’s you, isn’t it? Simon Lehane. Only you’re using a different name now.”
Alec found his voice. “How?” he croaked. “How do you know all this? How did you even find me?”
Sarah shifted her position. “I found my mom’s diary last year. I read it.” She had the grace to blush, slipping a look at Alec from under lowered eyelids. “She had a picture of you. Then I saw you on the news on TV the other day and I wanted to see you up close.”
Alec’s revved up brain had processed this revelation with admirable speed. “Are you sure?” he blurted out. Or not.
As he really looked at the girl, this time seeing himself in her hazel-green eyes, her high cheekbones, and her full mouth, he knew without a doubt that she indeed was his flesh and blood.
Sarah gave a tentative smirk. “Well, yeah. My mom wrote everything in there. And I mean everything.” She grinned. “Thanks to her, I know a whole lot of things no eight-year-old should know. And you were the only one.” She shrugged. “So yeah, I’m pretty sure.”
Alec chuckled, a matching smile spreading over his features. Oh yeah, she was his kid alright.
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AN: Yeah, yeah, I know. They said on the commentary for the episode that Alec and Rachel did not in fact have sex in the pool, and in my world, they didn’t. I’m just saying they might have had done it after. Like maybe after she told him that she loved him. Or after the lesson that day, anyway.
Let me know what you think. I want to know, even if it’s to tell me that this sucks…sniffle.
Chapter 3