His Fight -- Chapter 1

Disclaimer:  The TV show Dark Angel, all of the characters that appeared on it (Max, Alec, Logan, etc.), and everything else that has to do with the show belong to their respective owners, not to me.  No money is being made off of this fic.  I only own the original characters (Brenda/X5-008, etc.).

Notes:  I’ve been meaning to write a Max/Alec fic for awhile and here it is! I guess there’s maybe some spoiler-ish stuff for various season 2 episodes. This takes place a few months or so after “Freak Nation.” This will be written first person from Alec's P.O.V.

I sat on the roof of the parking garage with what’s probably a stupid grin on my face. Hey, I had a reason to be smiling like an idiot and no, the reason has nothing to do with a chick. Just hours ago, we defeated the Familiars. Well, Max did. I was lucky enough to have a ring side seat to the event. Only hours ago, we prevented what those whackos called ‘The Coming’ and saved every single human on the planet. Knowing our luck, they probably won’t give a shit but for the moment, neither do I. I’m in too good of a mood.

Speaking of our fearless leader, she probably snuck out of T.C. and is up on the Space Needle as we speak. Hey, this is Max. Do you really expect her to do anything else at a time like this? I can’t really blame her. There’s something about sitting on top of a high place and just looking around at everything around and below you. It’s pretty calming and cathartic.

“What are you doing here, pretty boy?” Mole asked.

Speaking of calm, here’s one of the antidotes to it. I don’t really mind, though. Mole’s pretty cool. “I just had to clear my head,” I said. “What’s up?”

“Same ol’ same ol’,” Mole said. “I was just bored.”

I laughed. “Is Max back yet?”

“How did you know that she wasn’t in T.C.?” Mole wondered.

“I know Max,” I said. “She’s probably still up on the top of the needle if she isn’t on her way back here.” I got up and followed Mole into the garage and to the control room.

“I think that we should celebrate,” Mole said.

“Yeah, you just need an excuse to get more cigars,” I teased.

“Can you blame a guy?” Mole asked.

“I’ll try to get some more on my next run,” I promised him. I heard a noise and turned around and smirked. “Hey, Maxie. Enjoy the Space Needle?”

“It was fine, ass,” she said, though she didn’t seem to be in too bad of a mood.

“Will you please stop your obsession with my ass? It’s starting to worry me,” I remarked.

“Grow up,” Max said. “I’ve got to call Logan anyway.” She took out her cell phone and turned around and went into a corner of the control room to have some privacy.

I couldn’t help frowning. Logan Cale was…I’m not sure exactly how to describe him. He’s polite enough to me to my face, though I personally think he hates me, and…I just don’t know. I just don’t completely like the guy. I haven’t told Max this yet because he just means so much to her. I smiled wickedly to myself and tried to listen in on Max’s conversation with him. She’ll kill me if she realized what I was doing, but what the hell. It’s fun to live on the edge sometimes.

“I just still can’t believe that it’s over with those Familiars,” Max said to Logan. “I don’t have to worry about White, I don’t have to worry about any of them.”

“You did great, Max,” Logan said. I tried not to gag.

“Thanks, Logan,” Max said.

“I should probably go. You and Alec will probably want to do some celebrating together in private,” he said. Wow, the guy has brains for an ordinary. Not that Max and I would actually celebrate in private together because we weren’t actually dating, but… I tried to shrug off that weird feeling I got and focused back in on the conversation.

“Actually, Logan,” Max said. There was a slight pause. “Alec and I aren’t together. I’m sorry for lying to you. I wanted to push you away because I didn’t want to accidentally infect you with the virus and you said that you’d seen Alec and me together and it was just the perfect opportunity for me to push you away. I’m sorry.”

I narrowed my eyes and glared at the phone in Max’s hand. I wasn’t mad at Max, but I was mad. I don’t know who I was mad at, but I felt mad at somebody or something. I wish I knew who or what.

“You guys aren’t dating?” Logan repeated. Even from a little bit of a distance and through the cell phone connection, I could hear the hope in his voice.

“No,” Max confirmed. “We aren’t.” She sighed in defeat. “Not that it makes too much of a difference in our case, but I just wanted you to know.”

“I understand,” Logan said. “Thank you for telling me that, Max.” Great, now he thinks that he has a shot with her again.

“You’re welcome, Logan,” she said. “I’ve gotta blaze. There’s a lot of stuff to do. I’ll talk to you later.” She disconnected the phone and turned around and walked back to us. I looked off in another direction and I hoped that she hadn’t noticed that I had been eavesdropping.

“Enjoy the conversation with your boyfriend?” Mole drawled. Thank you, Mole!

Max rolled her eyes. “Logan’s not my boyfriend. I’ve got to get changed and then get some food and then I’ll meet you back here to go over those plans. I’ll see you guys later.”

I couldn’t help it. She had just handed it right to me. “Since as far as anybody knows, I am your ‘boyfriend’, would you like some help changing?” I gave her the grin that I knew irritated her the most. Damn, this was fun.

Max didn’t disappoint me. She rolled her eyes again and smacked me hard in the shoulder. “Grow up for a change, ass.” She walked away.

“You know, for somebody who isn’t actually dating her, you sure do look at her like you do,” Mole remarked.

“Huh?” I said.

“Nothing,” Mole said innocently. “I’ve got to clean my shotgun.” He turned around and he also walked away. I just shook my head and walked off to my own apartment inside of T.C., but I couldn’t quite get that comment of Mole’s out of my head.

TBC