You Always Hurt The Ones You Love
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Category:
1 through F › Dark Angel
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,661
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
DO NOT OWN DARK ANGEL OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. I MAKE NO MONEY FROM THIS FIC
Part 2: Chapter 2
Chapter 2
After a few minutes of walking, they had left Command Centre and crossed over to what looked like the living quarters.
Alec noticed the slight Manticore feel to it. Even if it was more ‘homey’
Guess we’re never really free from there. Alec thought pensively.
"So shall we tell the Great Leader you’ve returned?" Mole broke the silence and asked.
"If you want. Makes no difference to me." Alec responded nonchalantly.
But Mole could read people almost as well as Alec and could see straight through the act.
"Okay," he replied. "This rooms yours."
Mole stopped in front one of the nicer looking rooms. Mole unlocked the door and handed Alec the keys before walking into the room and collapsing on the sofa.
Alec followed him inside and gasped at what he saw. As he entered through the front door an old but tidy looking sofa facing a decent looking TV, in the corner stood a worn piano, the walls were decorated with pictures undoubtedly painted by Joshua, a bookcase was near the door with more DVDs than books.
He continued into the kitchen and saw the basics and upon opening one of the cupboards, saw chips of all sorts stocking the shelves. He explored further into the apartment and entered the bedroom smelling fresh sheets upon the bed and clean towels folded on a dresser.
It was like this apartment had been designed especially for him.
He returned to the living area and plopped on the sofa next to Mole, who seemed invested in some cartoon on the television.
"So what do you think?" Mole asked without taking his eyes of the television.
"It’s… perfect." Alec replied in a tone that suggested that he was telling the complete truth, and gazed lovingly around the room.
"Well, should be. She had it done especially for you, less than a week after you left." Mole replied simply.
But to Alec a more complex sentence could not have come out of Mole’s mouth.
She had it done especially for you. His mind repeated. What the hell did that mean?
"Oh." Alec replied, wanting to ask so much more but not wanting to arouse suspicion.
"Yeah. Well I’d better return to Command. I’ll hold the fort for a few days to give you time to heal and settle but then your 2IC and I can return to what I’m good at with NO arguments for Little Miss. She will have no say then as it’ll be solely MY area. She will listen to me and I WILL get my raid." Mole ranted as he got up and left closing the door behind him.
"Second in Command?" Alec said to the empty apartment. "She chose me?"
"What do you mean, you can’t tell me? I’m your fucking leader!" Max’s voiced echoed down the corridor.
Mole laughed as he entered the command.
"I….just….look, the thing is;" Luke started stuttering.
"What’s up Little Miss?" Mole interrupted.
"Where the hell have you been?" Max asked accusingly.
"I’ve been gone for five seconds Max! What is your problem?" Mole answered defensively.
"Well I should know where you are at all times! You’re my second-in-command for fucks sake!" Max replied before turning to enter her office.
"Not any more I’m not. Well technically I am, but only until he’s up and healed." Mole replied smirking. Why does Pretty Boy put up with her shit?
Max stopped and turned.
"What?" Max asked. "’til who’s up and healed?"
"Whom do you think?" Mole said pulling out a cigar and sitting down as he popped the cigar in his smirking mouth.
"No." Max whispered shocked.
He would have come and seen me if he was back. Wouldn’t he? Of course he would…unless, everything before he left I just misinterpreted? It wasn’t that he cared for me too much to sleep with me during heat, when he wasn’t sure what I wanted. He just hadn’t wanted to sleep with me full stop. She thought disheartened.
Alec had been walking down the corridor and heard Max’s answer to Mole’s question.
No? No? She didn’t want me to come back? She still hates me even though I sent her the cure? It’s not a circumstance that’s made her hate me. It has nothing to do with the virus. She just..hates me.
Alec turned and blurred back to his apartment.
Max not wanting to reveal anything to anyone blurred into her office and slammed the door. She leant against the door and found herself panting although she had experienced no physical strain.
She heard the roar of an engine and blurred to the window.
Alec! Her mind screamed.
She watched him gun the engine twice more before riding towards the gates and exit, rucksack on back and a second bag strapped the back of his lime green Duke.
She blurred out of the office, down the corridor, to her Ninja, before jumping upon in and following Alec out the gates.
Not again you don't!
After a few minutes of walking, they had left Command Centre and crossed over to what looked like the living quarters.
Alec noticed the slight Manticore feel to it. Even if it was more ‘homey’
Guess we’re never really free from there. Alec thought pensively.
"So shall we tell the Great Leader you’ve returned?" Mole broke the silence and asked.
"If you want. Makes no difference to me." Alec responded nonchalantly.
But Mole could read people almost as well as Alec and could see straight through the act.
"Okay," he replied. "This rooms yours."
Mole stopped in front one of the nicer looking rooms. Mole unlocked the door and handed Alec the keys before walking into the room and collapsing on the sofa.
Alec followed him inside and gasped at what he saw. As he entered through the front door an old but tidy looking sofa facing a decent looking TV, in the corner stood a worn piano, the walls were decorated with pictures undoubtedly painted by Joshua, a bookcase was near the door with more DVDs than books.
He continued into the kitchen and saw the basics and upon opening one of the cupboards, saw chips of all sorts stocking the shelves. He explored further into the apartment and entered the bedroom smelling fresh sheets upon the bed and clean towels folded on a dresser.
It was like this apartment had been designed especially for him.
He returned to the living area and plopped on the sofa next to Mole, who seemed invested in some cartoon on the television.
"So what do you think?" Mole asked without taking his eyes of the television.
"It’s… perfect." Alec replied in a tone that suggested that he was telling the complete truth, and gazed lovingly around the room.
"Well, should be. She had it done especially for you, less than a week after you left." Mole replied simply.
But to Alec a more complex sentence could not have come out of Mole’s mouth.
She had it done especially for you. His mind repeated. What the hell did that mean?
"Oh." Alec replied, wanting to ask so much more but not wanting to arouse suspicion.
"Yeah. Well I’d better return to Command. I’ll hold the fort for a few days to give you time to heal and settle but then your 2IC and I can return to what I’m good at with NO arguments for Little Miss. She will have no say then as it’ll be solely MY area. She will listen to me and I WILL get my raid." Mole ranted as he got up and left closing the door behind him.
"Second in Command?" Alec said to the empty apartment. "She chose me?"
"What do you mean, you can’t tell me? I’m your fucking leader!" Max’s voiced echoed down the corridor.
Mole laughed as he entered the command.
"I….just….look, the thing is;" Luke started stuttering.
"What’s up Little Miss?" Mole interrupted.
"Where the hell have you been?" Max asked accusingly.
"I’ve been gone for five seconds Max! What is your problem?" Mole answered defensively.
"Well I should know where you are at all times! You’re my second-in-command for fucks sake!" Max replied before turning to enter her office.
"Not any more I’m not. Well technically I am, but only until he’s up and healed." Mole replied smirking. Why does Pretty Boy put up with her shit?
Max stopped and turned.
"What?" Max asked. "’til who’s up and healed?"
"Whom do you think?" Mole said pulling out a cigar and sitting down as he popped the cigar in his smirking mouth.
"No." Max whispered shocked.
He would have come and seen me if he was back. Wouldn’t he? Of course he would…unless, everything before he left I just misinterpreted? It wasn’t that he cared for me too much to sleep with me during heat, when he wasn’t sure what I wanted. He just hadn’t wanted to sleep with me full stop. She thought disheartened.
Alec had been walking down the corridor and heard Max’s answer to Mole’s question.
No? No? She didn’t want me to come back? She still hates me even though I sent her the cure? It’s not a circumstance that’s made her hate me. It has nothing to do with the virus. She just..hates me.
Alec turned and blurred back to his apartment.
Max not wanting to reveal anything to anyone blurred into her office and slammed the door. She leant against the door and found herself panting although she had experienced no physical strain.
She heard the roar of an engine and blurred to the window.
Alec! Her mind screamed.
She watched him gun the engine twice more before riding towards the gates and exit, rucksack on back and a second bag strapped the back of his lime green Duke.
She blurred out of the office, down the corridor, to her Ninja, before jumping upon in and following Alec out the gates.
Not again you don't!