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Mission accomplished

by Loralee_jk 0 reviews

Max was captures by Manticore. And for the past 7 years she has been trained to kill eyes only. Now that Max is in love with Alec, will she be able to put the past behind her? Complete

Category: Dark Angel - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Action/Adventure - Characters: Alec,Logan,Max - Published: 2006-07-06 - Updated: 2009-06-10 - 1678 words - Complete

Disclaimer: I don’t own em!

Pairing: Max and Alec

Summery: Max was captures by Manticore. And for the past 7 years she has been trained to kill eyes only. Paring M/A

Mission Accomplished

Max had added an extra anchor to her safety line about two meters above her, on the assumption that if and when the cops got reinforcements up to the rooftop they might simply cut the line without bothering to haul her up first for the formality of questioning. Now, dangling a hundred meters above the ground, she eased her low-light eyepiece around the edge of the darkened window beside her and peered inside.

It was a child’s bedroom—— a children’s bedroom, she corrected herself, spotting the second bed pushed against the far wall. Currently unoccupied; and since Max had been debriefed that none of the two Cale children had followed their parents back to Seattle, it was reasonable to assume the room would stay that way.

Replacing the eyepiece into its jumpsuit pocket, she pulled out one of her Manticore issued stilettos and extended its invisibly slender blade. Like a diamond tip, the stiletto could cut through nearly anything. Unlike a diamond tipped blade, though, the stiletto’s blade was incredibly delicate. A quick thrust against an assailant nearly always resulted in a broken blade—— along with a dead assailant, of course—— and even the most painstakingly careful cutting job was as likely as not to end up ruining the tool.

Fortunately, the task facing her wasn’t going to be large enough to push the odds. All she had to do was maneuver the stiletto blade between the panels and slice through the catch, and she’d be in. After, of course, finding and disabling whatever alarms the cops had installed.

That task turned out to be easier than she’d expected. The window carried only a single alarm, ranged to watch for incoming helicopters. Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to the cops that someone might be crazy enough to rappel down from the rooftop the way she had. Though of course, to be fair, they had put a guard up there.

Two minutes later she was inside the darkened room, pulling the window closed behind her and listening hard. There were the usual soft mechanical noises of any modern dwelling, along with the muffled sounds of conversation from elsewhere in the apartment.

Max tiptoed over to the door and pushed it open a little. She had thought there were multiple people in the apartment, but as it turned out, she was wrong. The conversation died as the TV flickered off. Her target jabbed a button on the remote control and set it down on the coffee table. He looked much different than she remembered. He had more white hairs than before, and his face was creased with lines of age. But besides those small changes, he was still the same man she had left. Or rather, the same man she had been taken away from.

His back was now facing her, which gave her the window of opportunity she needed to move forward. With the utmost care, she silently stalked forward to stand a couple feet behind him and drew her gun.
“You didn’t write,” he said, his voice coarse and thick with fatigue. Slowly, Logan Cale, turned around.

Max didn’t flinch in the least to the sound of his voice; Manticore had been preparing her for this confrontation for years. But even through the horrors of re-indoctrination, she could never truly forget what they once almost had.

“I tried, but mom and dad wouldn’t let me,” she replied coolly, displaying that brash attitude he loved about her.

A small smile played around his lips. “I knew they’d send you to come after me,” he confessed.

“Because I knew your location?” she questioned, her finger solidly set on the trigger.

“No,” he stated honestly. His watery blue eyes met her piercing hazel ones. “Because they knew I wouldn’t fight back if you came.” The two of them fell into an awkward silence.

“So, kids now, hmm? The great Eyes Only finally settles down” she spoke into the silence.

“They’re my blood and soul,” he admitted, his throat tightening. “They should’ve been yours though.”

She flinched and resisted the ergs to crinkle her nose as she narrowed her eyes. “How long have you and Asha been married?” she finally asked.

“Two years after you disappeared,” he paused to think, “Five years,” he finished. “Our anniversary’s coming up.”

“Congratulations in advance,” she said impassively. Max had read the briefing; Asha and Logan had divorced three years ago. Logan wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to pass it on.” The two fell into silent’s again, their eyes still firmly connected.

“What did they do to you, Max?” his expression turned from stoic to pained.
“Made me see the error of my ways,” she recited mechanically. Her voice sounded hollow, even to her.

“I see,” he replied dismissively, as if he was rushing to say something more significant. “Any chance our story will have a happily ever after?”
“No,” she replied quickly—— honestly—— sincerely. “You shouldn’t have kept making those Eyes Only hacks. I told you to stop. I told you, Logan. I warned you,” she said despairingly.

“I know you did,” he replied softly, thinking back a few years ago when a mysterious letter had arrived on his doorstep. “But they took you away from me, Max. They can’t do anything else to me.”

Max was engaged in an epic internal battle; she was torn between loyalty to Logan, and love for someone else. The fight could only end in a lose-lose situation. She came to a conclusion. “Run, Logan, run,” she said gently. She slowly lowered the gun to her side and clicked the safety on. “I’ll tell them you left in the middle of the night, but you have to take your family and go now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Max,” he stated defiantly. Logan had a crazed look in his eye, a look she only saw when he had too much alcohol. But Logan was sober at present, and feeling the full force of his loss. Her appearance in front of him had opened a slew of old wounds, and the consequences were evident. To him, she was forever gone.

“Damn it, Logan, they’re on their way! You need to take your family and go NOW,” she was begging him now, pleading.

“Asha and the kids have been in Canada for three months,” he informed her, standing stiffly still in place. He had a feeling she already knew. Now frustrated, Max reached forward to take him by the arm, but quickly retracted her hand at the last minute. “I can’t touch you,” she said softly. “But right now, I’m trying to save your life! In about four minutes, that door’s going to bust open and this place is going to be swarming with Manticore agents.”

“You can’t touch me?” he asked, bewildered. “Well that’s a new one. Will I drop dead if you do?”

“Something like that,” she bit out, clearly not amused.

“Good,” he reached out to seize her by the shoulders. Her reflexes told her to move, but she didn’t. “Do you have a death wish or something?” she glared at him, but stood perfectly still. The virus couldn’t penetrate through the jumpsuit, and she refused to back down to him.

“Something like that,” he mimicked. “I’ve been waiting for you for seven years now, Max. I guess it really is a lucky number.”

She bit the inside of her cheek and eyed the door. Her support team would break in at any moment now. At that very moment, he pulled her towards him and kissed her. It wasn’t a starved kiss of passion, but a small, sad, parting kiss.

Max knew what was happening and wouldn’t let her mental or emotional walls down, she parted and embraced him instead. She couldn’t believe the corner they had found themselves in yet again. Fate’s scapegoats as it seemed. “I’m sorry Logan,” she confessed, her voice cracking from impending tears. “I’ve always loved you. And I always will. But not in the same way anymore. I don’t think I ever did…I’ve found someone else...But please just let me help you. Save you”

He didn’t respond. In a way he always new they weren’t lovers anymore. Never truly were. She still did love him. But now it was a different love.

Slowly, his breathing grew ragged and his body temperature rose. Meeting the girl of his dreams once again and embracing her was what he dreamed of every second of every minute of every day for seven years. Now that night had come—— it had been worth the wait—— no matter the cost. Logan tried to find his voice even as his life slowly drained out of him. “I …… I loved you Max.…… You’ve already saved me,” he whispered into her ear.
At that moment, the elevator door swung open and a pair of X5’s followed by four guards entered the apartment. Rifles ready, they entered the room where Max and Logan were embracing. The two ex-lovers were still holding each other; the only difference was that Max was holding Logan up. He had died peacefully in her arms.

“X5-452?” a blond X5, the one she had named ‘Alec’ interrupted. He set his hand firmly on her shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

Max turned to face him with tears freely dripping down her cheek. She never let go of Logan’s body, she held on to him as long as she was allowed to. It took her a minute to find her voice, and when she did, it sounded sad to her ears.

“Mission accomplished.”

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