instincts 9/?
Title: Instincts 9/?
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec, Logan, Original Cindy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers through season two. AU through Designate This.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dark Angel. Any characters you don’t recognize are original and should not be used without my permission.
Author’s Note: Written as part of my alphabet meme for jazmin22, the prompt was ‘instinct’. This couldn’t be contained in a one shot, so it’ll be multi-chaptered. First Dark Angel fic.
Summery: There was really only one way he could keep both their asses safe, he just didn't think she'd kiss him back.
part 1| part 2|part 3| part 4| part 5| part 6| part 7| part 8
“She trusts me,” said Alec, staring past Logan to Max. “Even if she doesn’t want to, she does. Max, you know what ‘ll happen if he sends a hack with Manticore’s location in it. They’ll blow it up with everyone inside. Renfro’s a cold bitch, she’ll do whatever it takes to save her own ass.”
“I wasn’t going to do the hack until I had more information,” said Logan, glaring at Alec and turning to Max, missing the look Alec sent to his back. “But you’re back now, I don’t have to do it at all.”
“Make sure it stays that way,” said Alec. “So Maxie, now what?”
Now what was right. Shit, seriously, what now? Max took a moment, thinking, her eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I’m taking a bath.”
Alec snorted into his sandwich and Logan frowned. “Max, do you really think that’s the best idea? Manticore-”
“Logan, I haven’t had a bath in months. I’ve spent the last couple days with this joker and he’s givin’ me a head ache. ‘Sides, I need to see my girl.”
“Can I come?” asked Alec, his mouth full of turkey and tomato. Max sent him a look, her face screwed up in nausea.
“No!”
“So that means Super Legs and I get to have a little quality time?” Max blinked at him, kind of confused as to who ‘Super Leg’s’ was, until she realized Logan was wearing that exoskeleton, and that buzzing in her ear was from it. Then she realized what just happened, and that Alec was probably going to be a prick and spill the whole ‘knocking boots’ situation with far less tact then Logan’s heart could take. Poor man would probably have a coronary.
Max’s face fell, her mouth in a pretty frown. “Fine, but no talking.”
Alec shrugged, stuffing the remaining bit of his sandwich into his mouth and wiped his hands on his fatigues, quirking his eyebrows at Max. She turned to Logan, her eyes softening, reaching out to touch his hand in goodbye, which would have totally made Alec gag if it weren’t for the life threatening virus that made him intercept her hand and march her down the hall to the elevator, calling to Logan over his shoulder.
“She’ll call you.”
Max stammered incoherently as Alec pushed her backwards into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. “What the hell was that?!”
“Virus targeted to his DNA? You touch him, he dies? You really should put a sign up or something, I’d hate to have to give him a transfusion.”
Max blinked at his back. “Why would you give him a transfusion?”
Alec glanced at her over his shoulder, frowning in amusement. “Oh, c’mon, you’re smarter than that, Max.”
Max frowned as Alec turned back around, thinking about it hard. “We’re immune to bio-weapons and disease. You’re blood replacing his could save his life.”
“Give the lady a gold star,” chided Alec, rocking back on his heels. “Of course, it would only work so many times. I’m amazing, don’t get me wrong, but his immune system would just start rejecting my blood after awhile and then he’d be screwed.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” muttered Max, Alec glanced back at her again, opening his mouth to say something only to be interrupted by the elevator doors opening. Max brushed by him, and Alec involuntarily flinched at the contact, heat spreading out where her bare arm touched his. Max must have felt his arousal, because she turned, halfway out of the elevator. Her eyes darkened when they met his.
“Max,” Max reached for Alec just as he growled her name, his hand winding around the back of her neck, curling into her hair and pushing her against the elevator frame, his mouth slanting over hers. Max mewled into his mouth, feeling heat coil in her belly as he pressed his hips against hers, sliding his hand down her side and back up again, sliding under her shirt and across her ribs.
“Ehhum.” someone clearing their throat had Alec flying away from Max as fast as if she had burned him, staring wide eyed at her before whipping his head around to the person (persons, couple, old people…oh, gross, was that what that smell was?) standing on the other side of the elevator. The older woman smiled at them and then turned to her husband.
“Young love.” she whispered, linking arms with the older man and walking him into the elevator. Max and Alec stared at them, (Max’s mouth was hanging open in horror) moving out of the elevator so it would close. They were left alone again and in a second Alec had spun away from Max and starting walking down the hall to the door.
More like blurring, gripped Max to herself as she followed, silently cursing herself for letting Alec get to her, ‘cause now his scent was all over her and that bath was sounding better and better. Maybe OC could teach the boy a few manners and keep him busy so she wouldn’t have to deal with his ass. Or his mouth. Max swallowed as those thoughts took to dangerously erotic levels in her head and watched Alec’s stride falter slightly as he caught her scent.
“How far is this place?” asked Alec, squeezing his eyes shut for a second so he could concentrate. His arousal turned to aching disappointment, because the only reason he was out here was because of Max and her boyfriend. The way Max was looking at Cale had made his heart shatter and the pain he had felt then was now being reflected on his face. He felt Max catch up with him, felt her frown at his pained expression before he opened his eyes and caught the concern in her eyes. He smoothed his face out and started walking again, leaving Max behind him again.
“Not too far,” said Max, shrugging off her concern c’mon this was Alec and taking the lead. It took forty-five minutes to get to her apartment; after a few close calls with a hover drone (which lead to even closer calls in a random phone booth and a very unfortunate news stand in the shape of skin contact and breathing), Max was standing outside her apartment, staring up at it, nostalgia constricting her chest because what if OC had moved or didn’t want her anymore. She felt Alec staring at her with the same concern that had been in her eyes earlier and turned her head to catch his eyes. They stared at each other for a moment before she nodded once and headed for the fire escape, Alec close behind.
They scaled quickly, Alec remaining silent as he followed her up the (very unsafe, rickety metal deathtrap) stairs to her apartment, stopping at the open window that lead out to the fire escape. Max’s eyes swept her home and settle on her bike, a smile breaking over her face. Over her shoulder Alec whistled softly.
“That yours?”
“That’s my baby,” purred Max. She braced her hands on the window frame and climbed through, her boots hitting the floor softly with Alec close behind. She could hear OC in her room, humming to herself as she got ready for work. Alec had his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking around Max’s place with interest while Max circled her Ninja. The keys were still in the ignition.
Deciding what could possibly be the best ‘honey, I’m home’ ever, Max reached for her bike keys and her baby roared to life, startling Alec and causing OC to drop something heavy.
Alec blinked as a fierce looking black woman wielding an umbrella stormed out of one of the rooms, looking like she was going to do some serious damage, when she caught sight of Max and stopped cold. Her arm falling to her side and the umbrella slipping out of her fingers. Max smirked.
“Did I interrupt something?”
Words couldn’t describe how Max was feeling, but somehow Alec knew. He could feel it radiating off her as she pulled away from her bike and through her arms around the other woman.
“Thank God you’re alive.”
Max didn’t answer, just held onto her friend until Alec cleared his throat uncomfortably and they pulled away, staring at him with annoyance. Cindy gave him a once over.
“Who’s the hot boy?” Max rolled her eyes upward, pursing her lips together in irritation as Alec smirked at the ‘hot’ bit.
“That’s Alec.” Max nodded towards Cindy. “Alec, Original Cindy.”
OC gave him a once over. “He’s from Manticore?”
“Yeah,” she paused, grimacing. “It’s…complicated.”
Original Cindy gave her a look that set off little warning bells in Max’s head. “Complicated? Girl, complicated is where that smell is coming from. When was the last time you bathed?”
Alec snorted, visibly relaxing in Cindy’s presence and flopping back onto the couch behind him. Max muttered something about escaping and not having time before her friend grabbed her arm and dragged her into the bathroom, locking the door behind her which wouldn’t prevent Alec from getting in if he wanted to, or even hinder his ability to hear their conversation. Max didn’t get a chance to point this out before OC held up her hand to silence her.
“Six months and no phone call,” said OC shaking her head sadly. “Boo, you got some explaining to do.”
“What can I say? Manticore ain’t big on long distance relationships,” said Max with a shrug. “I had to bust out just to talk to my girl.”
“How the hell’d you bust out?” asked OC seriously. Max glanced away.
“Did it when I was nine, not that hard. ‘Specially since Alec’s got my back.”
“Speaking of Alec,” began OC, glancing over her shoulder at the closed door. “What’s he doin’ here? Thought Manticore was all about brainwashing.”
“He’s different then the others,” Max admitted. “And I couldn’t just leave him there.”
“Why not?”
“It’s complicated.” OC stared at her, lips pursed, not believing a word of it but shrugging anyways and turning for the door. She paused and looked back at Max.
“Hey, Boo?”
“Yeah?”
“I was serious about the bath.”
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec, Logan, Original Cindy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers through season two. AU through Designate This.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dark Angel. Any characters you don’t recognize are original and should not be used without my permission.
Author’s Note: Written as part of my alphabet meme for jazmin22, the prompt was ‘instinct’. This couldn’t be contained in a one shot, so it’ll be multi-chaptered. First Dark Angel fic.
Summery: There was really only one way he could keep both their asses safe, he just didn't think she'd kiss him back.
part 1| part 2|part 3| part 4| part 5| part 6| part 7| part 8
“She trusts me,” said Alec, staring past Logan to Max. “Even if she doesn’t want to, she does. Max, you know what ‘ll happen if he sends a hack with Manticore’s location in it. They’ll blow it up with everyone inside. Renfro’s a cold bitch, she’ll do whatever it takes to save her own ass.”
“I wasn’t going to do the hack until I had more information,” said Logan, glaring at Alec and turning to Max, missing the look Alec sent to his back. “But you’re back now, I don’t have to do it at all.”
“Make sure it stays that way,” said Alec. “So Maxie, now what?”
Now what was right. Shit, seriously, what now? Max took a moment, thinking, her eyebrows furrowed and her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I’m taking a bath.”
Alec snorted into his sandwich and Logan frowned. “Max, do you really think that’s the best idea? Manticore-”
“Logan, I haven’t had a bath in months. I’ve spent the last couple days with this joker and he’s givin’ me a head ache. ‘Sides, I need to see my girl.”
“Can I come?” asked Alec, his mouth full of turkey and tomato. Max sent him a look, her face screwed up in nausea.
“No!”
“So that means Super Legs and I get to have a little quality time?” Max blinked at him, kind of confused as to who ‘Super Leg’s’ was, until she realized Logan was wearing that exoskeleton, and that buzzing in her ear was from it. Then she realized what just happened, and that Alec was probably going to be a prick and spill the whole ‘knocking boots’ situation with far less tact then Logan’s heart could take. Poor man would probably have a coronary.
Max’s face fell, her mouth in a pretty frown. “Fine, but no talking.”
Alec shrugged, stuffing the remaining bit of his sandwich into his mouth and wiped his hands on his fatigues, quirking his eyebrows at Max. She turned to Logan, her eyes softening, reaching out to touch his hand in goodbye, which would have totally made Alec gag if it weren’t for the life threatening virus that made him intercept her hand and march her down the hall to the elevator, calling to Logan over his shoulder.
“She’ll call you.”
Max stammered incoherently as Alec pushed her backwards into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. “What the hell was that?!”
“Virus targeted to his DNA? You touch him, he dies? You really should put a sign up or something, I’d hate to have to give him a transfusion.”
Max blinked at his back. “Why would you give him a transfusion?”
Alec glanced at her over his shoulder, frowning in amusement. “Oh, c’mon, you’re smarter than that, Max.”
Max frowned as Alec turned back around, thinking about it hard. “We’re immune to bio-weapons and disease. You’re blood replacing his could save his life.”
“Give the lady a gold star,” chided Alec, rocking back on his heels. “Of course, it would only work so many times. I’m amazing, don’t get me wrong, but his immune system would just start rejecting my blood after awhile and then he’d be screwed.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” muttered Max, Alec glanced back at her again, opening his mouth to say something only to be interrupted by the elevator doors opening. Max brushed by him, and Alec involuntarily flinched at the contact, heat spreading out where her bare arm touched his. Max must have felt his arousal, because she turned, halfway out of the elevator. Her eyes darkened when they met his.
“Max,” Max reached for Alec just as he growled her name, his hand winding around the back of her neck, curling into her hair and pushing her against the elevator frame, his mouth slanting over hers. Max mewled into his mouth, feeling heat coil in her belly as he pressed his hips against hers, sliding his hand down her side and back up again, sliding under her shirt and across her ribs.
“Ehhum.” someone clearing their throat had Alec flying away from Max as fast as if she had burned him, staring wide eyed at her before whipping his head around to the person (persons, couple, old people…oh, gross, was that what that smell was?) standing on the other side of the elevator. The older woman smiled at them and then turned to her husband.
“Young love.” she whispered, linking arms with the older man and walking him into the elevator. Max and Alec stared at them, (Max’s mouth was hanging open in horror) moving out of the elevator so it would close. They were left alone again and in a second Alec had spun away from Max and starting walking down the hall to the door.
More like blurring, gripped Max to herself as she followed, silently cursing herself for letting Alec get to her, ‘cause now his scent was all over her and that bath was sounding better and better. Maybe OC could teach the boy a few manners and keep him busy so she wouldn’t have to deal with his ass. Or his mouth. Max swallowed as those thoughts took to dangerously erotic levels in her head and watched Alec’s stride falter slightly as he caught her scent.
“How far is this place?” asked Alec, squeezing his eyes shut for a second so he could concentrate. His arousal turned to aching disappointment, because the only reason he was out here was because of Max and her boyfriend. The way Max was looking at Cale had made his heart shatter and the pain he had felt then was now being reflected on his face. He felt Max catch up with him, felt her frown at his pained expression before he opened his eyes and caught the concern in her eyes. He smoothed his face out and started walking again, leaving Max behind him again.
“Not too far,” said Max, shrugging off her concern c’mon this was Alec and taking the lead. It took forty-five minutes to get to her apartment; after a few close calls with a hover drone (which lead to even closer calls in a random phone booth and a very unfortunate news stand in the shape of skin contact and breathing), Max was standing outside her apartment, staring up at it, nostalgia constricting her chest because what if OC had moved or didn’t want her anymore. She felt Alec staring at her with the same concern that had been in her eyes earlier and turned her head to catch his eyes. They stared at each other for a moment before she nodded once and headed for the fire escape, Alec close behind.
They scaled quickly, Alec remaining silent as he followed her up the (very unsafe, rickety metal deathtrap) stairs to her apartment, stopping at the open window that lead out to the fire escape. Max’s eyes swept her home and settle on her bike, a smile breaking over her face. Over her shoulder Alec whistled softly.
“That yours?”
“That’s my baby,” purred Max. She braced her hands on the window frame and climbed through, her boots hitting the floor softly with Alec close behind. She could hear OC in her room, humming to herself as she got ready for work. Alec had his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking around Max’s place with interest while Max circled her Ninja. The keys were still in the ignition.
Deciding what could possibly be the best ‘honey, I’m home’ ever, Max reached for her bike keys and her baby roared to life, startling Alec and causing OC to drop something heavy.
Alec blinked as a fierce looking black woman wielding an umbrella stormed out of one of the rooms, looking like she was going to do some serious damage, when she caught sight of Max and stopped cold. Her arm falling to her side and the umbrella slipping out of her fingers. Max smirked.
“Did I interrupt something?”
Words couldn’t describe how Max was feeling, but somehow Alec knew. He could feel it radiating off her as she pulled away from her bike and through her arms around the other woman.
“Thank God you’re alive.”
Max didn’t answer, just held onto her friend until Alec cleared his throat uncomfortably and they pulled away, staring at him with annoyance. Cindy gave him a once over.
“Who’s the hot boy?” Max rolled her eyes upward, pursing her lips together in irritation as Alec smirked at the ‘hot’ bit.
“That’s Alec.” Max nodded towards Cindy. “Alec, Original Cindy.”
OC gave him a once over. “He’s from Manticore?”
“Yeah,” she paused, grimacing. “It’s…complicated.”
Original Cindy gave her a look that set off little warning bells in Max’s head. “Complicated? Girl, complicated is where that smell is coming from. When was the last time you bathed?”
Alec snorted, visibly relaxing in Cindy’s presence and flopping back onto the couch behind him. Max muttered something about escaping and not having time before her friend grabbed her arm and dragged her into the bathroom, locking the door behind her which wouldn’t prevent Alec from getting in if he wanted to, or even hinder his ability to hear their conversation. Max didn’t get a chance to point this out before OC held up her hand to silence her.
“Six months and no phone call,” said OC shaking her head sadly. “Boo, you got some explaining to do.”
“What can I say? Manticore ain’t big on long distance relationships,” said Max with a shrug. “I had to bust out just to talk to my girl.”
“How the hell’d you bust out?” asked OC seriously. Max glanced away.
“Did it when I was nine, not that hard. ‘Specially since Alec’s got my back.”
“Speaking of Alec,” began OC, glancing over her shoulder at the closed door. “What’s he doin’ here? Thought Manticore was all about brainwashing.”
“He’s different then the others,” Max admitted. “And I couldn’t just leave him there.”
“Why not?”
“It’s complicated.” OC stared at her, lips pursed, not believing a word of it but shrugging anyways and turning for the door. She paused and looked back at Max.
“Hey, Boo?”
“Yeah?”
“I was serious about the bath.”