Title: Alphabits: Hero
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec
Word Count: 100
Written for: nickeldime17's alphabet challenge for Max and Alec lovers.

He’d given in, gone after the girl, saved the world (well, at least the part that mattered—his fellow transgenics).

He’d even stuck around for the clean-up, waited until Max’s boyfriend showed with new papers for the young ‘uns (and not so much as an offer to him, not that he’d take her up on it).

But now he was heading off in his brand new 1965 Chrysler Newport, ignoring the looks that Max gave him because he wasn’t going to feel guilty for not buying into her whole save the world spiel.

The hero gig really wasn’t his thing.
Title: Alphabits: Girl
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec, Logan
Word Count: 1066
Written for: nickeldime17's alphabet challenge for Max and Alec lovers.

Alec woke up with a pair of tits on his chest. )
Title: Alphabits: Frosting
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec
Word Count: 100
Written for: nickeldime17's alphabet challenge for Max and Alec lovers.

"Don't worry," he says as he passes her the keys. "I jacked it from some really bad guys."

Max knows how he feels about her "stealing from criminals" bit—he's teased her enough about it—so Alec doesn't count that as a lie. She doesn't question him, at least, and Alec is mostly sure it isn’t only because she needs the vehicle too badly to find the time to fight.

Besides, leaving your keys in the ignition to defrost the car when it was only a few degrees below freezing was stupid enough that it ought to count as criminal.
Title: Alphabits: Daughter
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec
Word Count: 616
Written for: nickeldime17's alphabet challenge for Max and Alec lovers.

Alec was against the meet from the start and wasted no time in telling her so. )
Title: Alphabits: Cold
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max/Alec
Word Count: 831
Written for: nickeldime17's alphabet challenge for Max and Alec lovers.

It's all she can do to stop from shivering )
Title: Alphabits: Brick
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec
Word Count: 231
Written for: nickeldime17's alphabet challenge for Max and Alec lovers.

“This seems like an awful lot of trouble for you just to throw a brick,” Alec commented, drumming his fingers on the card table that doubled as Max’s vanity these days.

Max scowled, but she was too busy trying to smooth down an erstwhile hair to do anything else. “I’m not throwing a brick,” she explained for the fifth time that day. “I’m setting the cornerstone.”

Alec shrugged. He could never understand how a girl could spend so much time primping when she was genetically enhanced to look stunning even in army fatigues.

“Stone, brick, whatever. They’re still all rocks.”

“The cornerstone,” Max continued meaningfully, as though she hadn’t been expecting Alec’s interruption and paused for it, “of a new transgenic cultural centre, which is a huge step forward in ordinary-transgenic relations.”

“They’re only offering us a museum because anything else would require actual work on their side,” Alec said cynically.

“If that’s how you feel, then why are you even coming?” she asked in exasperation, giving up on her hair and placing her hands on her hips.

Alec grinned at her with his most charming smile, the one that had not yet once made Max swoon, though that left most other girls (and several guys, including their former boss) putty in his hand. He jumped off the desk and smoothed out his tux.

“What can I say, Maxie? I’m bored.”
Title: Alphabits: Anything
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Max, Alec, Sketchy
Word Count: 925
Written for: nickeldime17's alphabet challenge for Max and Alec lovers.

Alec could do anything )
Title: Fledgling
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Normal/Alec
Word Count: 700
Written for: [livejournal.com profile] da_halloween, prompt 27: Normal grows wings, despite his annoyance at the fact.


Normal had nothing to do with the mutie bastards overrunning his city, even if he did now have giant wings growing out of his back. )
Title: Never
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Max/Alec
Word Count: 267
Written for: [community profile] comment_fic, [profile] death_of_dreams's prompt, Max/Alec, She never thinks about Alec during heat

Adult: Max never thinks about Alec during heat. )
Title: How it Goes
Fandom: Dark Angel
Character/Relationships: Alec
Word Count: 336
Written for: [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic Dark Angel, Alec/anyone “everybody knows the war is over; everyone knows the good guys lost” (Leonard Cohen)


He’s done this before.

The first twenty years of his life were spent in this position and the brief respite he had from it, living almost as his own man, weren’t enough to make him forget.

He knows how to follow orders. He can kill without remorse. He can menace even the most innocent and naïve without a second thought. He can disappear into the night before anyone else knows something occurred. He can infiltrate even the most paranoid of groups. He presents himself as the further thing from a threat they can imagine, breathing harmlessness, and in doing so becomes so.

He has always done that.

There are a hundred different things he can do to ingratiate without seeming to and he knows the right balance between being invaluable and being noticed.

He knows whom they expect him to be, what they think he should be, and he makes sure he is that creature.

Some of his masters call him freak and mean it. He knows which of them will come regardless, sometimes even before they do. He still remembers how to use his hands, his mouth, to suck, to stroke, to swallow. He knows how to enjoy sex.

He always enjoys the sex.

They don’t tell him the news from world at large, but he still knows what is going on. It doesn’t take much to piece together from what whispers he can overhear (his hearing is always better than humans remember, even the ones who should know better, but he never lets on).

Transgenics are resisting.

Transgenics are being culled.

He knows they are waiting for him to slip up. They measure his every word for signs of betrayal. If they could, they would break open his mind and spy on his every thought. It’s unnecessary, though. There are some thoughts that are too dangerous, some words that shouldn’t even form in the dark recesses of his mind.

Rebellion.

Independence.

Freedom.

These thoughts, he knows better than to even think. So he doesn’t.
Title: Kilt
Fandom: Dark Angel
Character/Pairings: Normal (with hints of Normal/Alec)
Word Count: 261
Written for: [community profile] comment_fic prompt by [profile] yoruichiyoshi12, kilt

Normal vaguely remembered his father telling him once, when he had to do a genealogical project at school, that his ancestors came from Scotland, but as a young boy Reagan never cared. He had been born in America, and so had his father, and his father's father, and he was proud of that. He didn't know how to speak Gaelic, he'd never eaten a sheep's stomach (not even after the Pulse, when the good cuts of meat were hard to come by; some habits were hard to break) and he'd only had two glasses of whisky in his life, thirteen years apart.

Still, he blamed the dream on some kind of genetic memory. How else could he explain the image of Alec, coming over a rugged and green hill wearing a kilt and sporran, his chest bare despite the briskness of the Scottish afternoon. It had been a windy day in the highlands, too, with not a single sheep in sight. He woke up just as Alec was proving that old rumour about what Scotsmen didn't wear beneath their kilts.

The next day at work, he remembered how poorly his Golden Boy had reacted to the gladiator dream, so kept his mouth and instead started plotting ways to get him back into the ring, since that was a more realistic goal.

Still, he thought, after yelling at Missy Miss to get a move on (she threw him a sullen look, but at least started sauntering up to dispatch) maybe he should introduce the degenerates he worked with to Robbie Burns Night.
Title: The Bet
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Original Cindy/OFCs, Alec/OFCs
Word Count: 5 x 100
Written for: [community profile] jam_pony_fic's drabble ficathon. For [personal profile] amathela's prompt, The gang hanging out at crash or downtime at Jam Pony; some humour would be great (Max/Alec, gen or any femslash)
Special thanks to: [personal profile] shyaway for looking this over for me.

Max is pretty disgusted with the whole idea, which Alec thinks is totally unfair. )
Title: Oldest Trick in the Book
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Max/Alec
Word Count: 391
Written for: [community profile] jam_pony_fic's drabble ficathon. For [personal profile] amathela's prompt, Max and Alec on a mission or heist (Max/Alec preferred, friendship okay)
Special thanks to: [personal profile] shyaway for looking this over for me.


Max knew better than to protest when Alec suddenly swept her against the wall )

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