Lost roads and towns
fandom: Dark Angel
pairing: Alec/Logan
rating: YA
summary: Logan knows Alec likes to be left alone, but sometimes he has to try to take care of him anyhow.
a/n: for ficathon, written for Rosalie's prompt "Logan/Alec- Something to do with the siezures we've seen Max get but I want Alec to have them." Thanks to Elle for the beta.
title: Lost roads and towns
"I didn't think this happened to you," Logan commented as Alec's tremors eased off again. "I mean, it's not like we haven't spent time together, and I found out about Max's just a couple months after we met."
Alec shrugged. "Hey, man..." He let the sentence linger. Logan thought he knew what Alec meant; Max hadn't been cautious, she had different priorities. Alec rubbed his head where it had bumped the wall behind him. "Besides, with the medical break-throughs since she left Manticore, it really wasn't as big of a deal, and since I actually got send on covert ops sometimes, I did manage to have a good amount of the meds stashed away just in case."
"But now you ran out." Logan watched Alec, knowing better than to try to offer sympathy or comfort. He couldn't help but wonder how unpleasant this was, a soldier losing control of his own body. Alec wasn't as bad about that as Max, but clearly he had issues, or he would have told Logan about his seizures by now. That show of secrecy wasn't completely unexpected; it stung a little anyhow.
"Ah, yeah, completely out." Alec shook his head, corner of his mouth twitching in wry amusement. "I mean, I've tried some of the other ways to treat it that are easy access, but they're mostly hallucinogens, and that shit fucks you up. Seriously. I was not ready for that trip." He half-smirked again, teeth clenched.
When Alec's last lingering convulsions ceased, he sat - more like collapsed - on the sofa, leaning against Logan in a rather atypical way. It reminded Logan of how Max was usually easier to get along with when she was seizing more. There was probably a connection, but for the moment he didn't care. Logan just put an arm around him and watched the Seattle rain out the window.
The next day Alec was pricklier than usual, clearly overcompensating for his perceived weakness the night before. After he'd fallen asleep, Logan had accessed the internet to figure out anything he could on serotonin levels and alternative methods of raising them.
That was why he vanished for several hours in the afternoon, not telling anyone where he was headed. Which in retrospect wasn't necessarily the greatest idea, if the look on Alec's face when he came back was anything to go by. Logan wasn't certain in the dimly-lit room, but he thought there was a glint of something akin to panic, buried under blatantly faked indifference. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd have seen that expression in the past if Alec's meds had been less effective.
"Hi. I, ah, I'm back." The sentence hung there, Alec not answering, Logan not saying more. He just stood there, by the door, until after the moment became too long he walked in the rest of the way. "So, what've you been up to?"
"Nothing much." Alec didn't look directly at him, but Logan could tell he was being followed with his eyes as he moved to put up the small bag of supplies he'd brought in.
"I got something for you while I was out."
Alec stared out the window, waited a beat, before glancing back at Logan, unable to fake impatience or indifference long when there was some kind of present mentioned. "What is it?"
Logan smiled his charming smile, the one he used when he wanted people to like him. "You'll see." He ducked back out the door to snag the rest of what he'd gotten. Terminal City had become a thriving community overall, but some resources were still hard to find.
The recession had begun to end in the real world, but until the toxicity leached out - which was going to take decades at best - most vegetables, livestock, and fowl weren't going to survive in Terminal City without genetic enhancing or their own blood transfusions from the transgenic population. For eggs and milk that was reasonable, but meat wasn't as justifiable, since it wasn't a renewable resource.
But for Eyes Only, there were still a few tricks to getting a chicken he could cook. The real difficulty had been making due with the kitchen Joshua shared with several of his animal-like transgenic comrades.
He set out plates and silverware before taking the still warm food from his bags, serving Alec a slice of chicken breast. Logan poured milk for them both and lit a candle, setting it on the middle of the coffee table; he wasn't going to make Alec leave the couch.
Alec stared. "Are you fucking telling me that you just vanished for hours so you could cook? I mean, there is a kitchen here, you know."
Logan smiled again, cutting a bite of chicken for himself. "Are you complaining? Because if you're not, try the chickpeas. They're really fresh, but if you let them get cold they won't taste as good."
Their apartment wasn't the only one in use in the building. Next door Logan could hear the hints of an argument, or possibly a tv show, and the hallway was always littered and dirty, despite Logan's best efforts. Alec also lacked the neatness Logan liked; it was
probably from the liberty gained after the austere soldier upbringing. His attention stuck on the young man next to him as the neighbors quieted down again. "I hope you like it. The chicken and peas should help, just like the milk does, if what I read is true."
Alec met his eyes. "This isn't so bad." He smirked and Logan grinned.
"Well, thank you for your resounding approval." There was one last bag he hadn't opened yet, and Logan set it on the table in front of Alec once their plates were empty and pushed aside. "I'll admit, I didn't actually cook this part."
"A ginormous heap of whipped cream?" He looked up, lips quirked in amusement. "You shouldn't have."
"It's actually a banana cream pie. Desserts aren't usually my thing." He carefully lifted it out of the bag and removed the clear plastic top, slicing deep with a knife he'd brought over at the start of the meal.
Alec took a bite of pie and smiled; Logan couldn't resist. He leaned over and kissed Alec, whipped cream and banana still lingering on his tongue. "Are we good?"
An ankle hooked around his own, Alec tugging Logan's body over his. "Yeah, I think so."
pairing: Alec/Logan
rating: YA
summary: Logan knows Alec likes to be left alone, but sometimes he has to try to take care of him anyhow.
a/n: for ficathon, written for Rosalie's prompt "Logan/Alec- Something to do with the siezures we've seen Max get but I want Alec to have them." Thanks to Elle for the beta.
title: Lost roads and towns
"I didn't think this happened to you," Logan commented as Alec's tremors eased off again. "I mean, it's not like we haven't spent time together, and I found out about Max's just a couple months after we met."
Alec shrugged. "Hey, man..." He let the sentence linger. Logan thought he knew what Alec meant; Max hadn't been cautious, she had different priorities. Alec rubbed his head where it had bumped the wall behind him. "Besides, with the medical break-throughs since she left Manticore, it really wasn't as big of a deal, and since I actually got send on covert ops sometimes, I did manage to have a good amount of the meds stashed away just in case."
"But now you ran out." Logan watched Alec, knowing better than to try to offer sympathy or comfort. He couldn't help but wonder how unpleasant this was, a soldier losing control of his own body. Alec wasn't as bad about that as Max, but clearly he had issues, or he would have told Logan about his seizures by now. That show of secrecy wasn't completely unexpected; it stung a little anyhow.
"Ah, yeah, completely out." Alec shook his head, corner of his mouth twitching in wry amusement. "I mean, I've tried some of the other ways to treat it that are easy access, but they're mostly hallucinogens, and that shit fucks you up. Seriously. I was not ready for that trip." He half-smirked again, teeth clenched.
When Alec's last lingering convulsions ceased, he sat - more like collapsed - on the sofa, leaning against Logan in a rather atypical way. It reminded Logan of how Max was usually easier to get along with when she was seizing more. There was probably a connection, but for the moment he didn't care. Logan just put an arm around him and watched the Seattle rain out the window.
The next day Alec was pricklier than usual, clearly overcompensating for his perceived weakness the night before. After he'd fallen asleep, Logan had accessed the internet to figure out anything he could on serotonin levels and alternative methods of raising them.
That was why he vanished for several hours in the afternoon, not telling anyone where he was headed. Which in retrospect wasn't necessarily the greatest idea, if the look on Alec's face when he came back was anything to go by. Logan wasn't certain in the dimly-lit room, but he thought there was a glint of something akin to panic, buried under blatantly faked indifference. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd have seen that expression in the past if Alec's meds had been less effective.
"Hi. I, ah, I'm back." The sentence hung there, Alec not answering, Logan not saying more. He just stood there, by the door, until after the moment became too long he walked in the rest of the way. "So, what've you been up to?"
"Nothing much." Alec didn't look directly at him, but Logan could tell he was being followed with his eyes as he moved to put up the small bag of supplies he'd brought in.
"I got something for you while I was out."
Alec stared out the window, waited a beat, before glancing back at Logan, unable to fake impatience or indifference long when there was some kind of present mentioned. "What is it?"
Logan smiled his charming smile, the one he used when he wanted people to like him. "You'll see." He ducked back out the door to snag the rest of what he'd gotten. Terminal City had become a thriving community overall, but some resources were still hard to find.
The recession had begun to end in the real world, but until the toxicity leached out - which was going to take decades at best - most vegetables, livestock, and fowl weren't going to survive in Terminal City without genetic enhancing or their own blood transfusions from the transgenic population. For eggs and milk that was reasonable, but meat wasn't as justifiable, since it wasn't a renewable resource.
But for Eyes Only, there were still a few tricks to getting a chicken he could cook. The real difficulty had been making due with the kitchen Joshua shared with several of his animal-like transgenic comrades.
He set out plates and silverware before taking the still warm food from his bags, serving Alec a slice of chicken breast. Logan poured milk for them both and lit a candle, setting it on the middle of the coffee table; he wasn't going to make Alec leave the couch.
Alec stared. "Are you fucking telling me that you just vanished for hours so you could cook? I mean, there is a kitchen here, you know."
Logan smiled again, cutting a bite of chicken for himself. "Are you complaining? Because if you're not, try the chickpeas. They're really fresh, but if you let them get cold they won't taste as good."
Their apartment wasn't the only one in use in the building. Next door Logan could hear the hints of an argument, or possibly a tv show, and the hallway was always littered and dirty, despite Logan's best efforts. Alec also lacked the neatness Logan liked; it was
probably from the liberty gained after the austere soldier upbringing. His attention stuck on the young man next to him as the neighbors quieted down again. "I hope you like it. The chicken and peas should help, just like the milk does, if what I read is true."
Alec met his eyes. "This isn't so bad." He smirked and Logan grinned.
"Well, thank you for your resounding approval." There was one last bag he hadn't opened yet, and Logan set it on the table in front of Alec once their plates were empty and pushed aside. "I'll admit, I didn't actually cook this part."
"A ginormous heap of whipped cream?" He looked up, lips quirked in amusement. "You shouldn't have."
"It's actually a banana cream pie. Desserts aren't usually my thing." He carefully lifted it out of the bag and removed the clear plastic top, slicing deep with a knife he'd brought over at the start of the meal.
Alec took a bite of pie and smiled; Logan couldn't resist. He leaned over and kissed Alec, whipped cream and banana still lingering on his tongue. "Are we good?"
An ankle hooked around his own, Alec tugging Logan's body over his. "Yeah, I think so."