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laniew1I feel like writing Charmed, Chris-centric fic... somebody talk me out of it.
Also, since I've not managed to convince anyone else to write it, I'm writing Lex/Dean - Smallville/Supernatural fic. It's not quite what I'd envisioned when I started thinking about it, sometimes I worry about my muses.
She wasn’t sure what drew her to Alec’s room after the meeting broke up.
Title: The Importance of Genetics
Fandom:Supernatural/Dark Angel
Pairings: Sam/Jess, Alec/Max (mentions of Logan/Max)
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: So totally AU that it isn’t even funny. Instead of John Winchester going to Jericho, Dean went instead and subsequently disappeared.
The Importance of Genetics – Pt 5
She wasn’t sure what drew her to Alec’s room after the meeting broke up.
She’d stayed and talked with Joshua for a while. Trying to assure him that she didn’t believe that ‘father’ would have anything to do with kidnapping people even while she thought it quite possible that he had been involved.
At least on some level. The technology and the idea had to have come from somewhere after all and most of the military that she’d been exposed to wouldn’t have had the brains to come up with it by themselves.
“Josh okay?” Alec was sitting on his bed, flipping through the file again and it was telling that she’d been so distracted by Joshua that she hadn’t even noticed that he’d walked off with it.
“He’s fine,” Max stood there, arms crossed over her chest and waited for Alec to look up at her. To acknowledge her presence in some way.
She’d just started tapping her foot and her lips were turning down into a scowl when he finally looked up at her.
“You need an invite or something Maxie?” he smirked at her and she rolled her eyes at him, walking over to the bed she sat on the edge and snatched the folder from his hands.
“Hey, I was looking at that,” he scowled at her, rammed an elbow into her side and that was a clear indication that he was raring for a fight. Which she didn’t give him because she’d just noticed that the folder had been opened to the pictures of Dean Winchester and she looked over at him in confusion.
He shrugged, looked slightly embarrassed then grabbed the folder back.
“He’s like my father or something right? I thought maybe we could use the ‘family resemblance’ to see if the local cops would give us something to work with.”
Max gave him her best ‘you are the dumbest idiot that I have ever come in contact with and I hope that you’re not contagious because that doesn’t bode well for the rest of us’ and snorted. “Alec you’re a known X5, you walk outside the gate you’ll have the military gunning for your ass before you draw a breath. Not to mention what White and his pals would do if they got their hands on you.”
“Well White would probably just kill me, but Max, the military? I could so take them and I’m wounded that you doubt my abilities to do so.”
She rolled her eyes at the pout and the wounded expression. 99.9% of the time they were just Alec’s way of attempting to coax her to let him do something that was totally dangerous and would most likely endanger him, her and the welfare of their people.
“Just don’t get caught.”
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It had been a bad plan from the beginning, Alec knew this. Max had known it as well and he could already hear the ‘I told you so’s’ and feel the subsequent smacks upside the head.
It just seemed he couldn’t end a week without Max trying to beat his brains out of his head with her bare hands.
Of course actually getting the two hour long lecture and the being physically abused by the woman that he loved (not that he would ever tell her that because he had some sense of self-preservation and uttering the ‘l’ word to Max was just asking for her to bludgeon him to death with blunt objects) were all dependent on getting out of the tiny cell that smelled like urine and had no windows and a door that looked to be made of lead.
It was a damn good thing that he wasn’t claustrophobic or anything.
He wondered how long it would take before Max and the others would mount a rescue and he hoped they got there before White and his guys figured out that there was a transgenic being held in city lock-up.
He was pacing the room, ten steps down, pivot at the wall, ten steps back, pivot and back again. He was bored and tempted to try and punch the wall.
Maybe he’d get lucky and the whole building would collapse.
The door opening stopped his thirtieth pivot and he scowled at a plain-clothed officer, who was looking very put out and a little like he was scared for his life.
“We’re so very sorry Mr. Winchester sir,” Alec blinked at him. He took great pains to mask his confusion and wondered how they had mistaken him for Dean.
They hadn’t even gotten around to taking his fingerprints or his blood or anything. The idiot at the front desk hadn’t even let him get a syllable out before he was screaming freak and tackling him over the desk.
Alec had been impressed despite himself, because that had been tall desk and the idiot had obviously been behind it for some time what with the extra weight he was lugging around.
“Your father has posted bond for you, and he told you to call him as soon as you got home,” the officer babbled as he led him from the cell, “did I mention that we are so incredibly sorry for the mix-up?” Confusing Alec even more, because he didn’t have a father. Maybe John Winchester or Sam had shown up to help him out?
“He had a meeting, but he left a number for you to contact him at and we’re so very sorry for the inconvenience.”
But then John or Sam would have waited for him, and from them he would have gotten a lecture on endangering their search for Dean.
Unless. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Because that would be to damn easy.
“My father,” and wow did he feel uncomfortable saying that word. “Did he look like me?”
The officer nodded. “Only older of course, very well dressed. He explained about why you have that tattoo and was very upset that you hadn’t called him as soon as you were arrested.”
Well shit, of course he hadn’t. He’d saved his one phone call for Max to yell at him for being careless. If he’d known that Dean Winchester was actually in fucking Seattle there wouldn’t even have been a need for Alec to have left Terminal City.
“He gave you a number for me,” Alec held out his hand expectantly and the officer shoved a folded piece of paper at him.
888-942-5555 – DW
Alec looked up and the officer was plainly waiting for Alec to say something so he muttered the first thing that came to his mind.
“Am I free to go?”
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The command center was a flurry of activity when he arrived back. Max’s voice raising as she gave orders over voices that were trying to drown her out.
Alec wondered what the hell he’d missed and stood next to Zack waiting for her to take a breath.
So far nobody had noticed him and he was feeling slightly put out. He had news, he had a piece of paper in his hand that held a phone number and Dean Winchesters initials and every one was ignoring him.
“What’s going on?” he finally asked, leaning closer to Zack to make sure he was heard. To his credit Zack didn’t jump, and his voice was loud enough that everyone heard him.
Max’s eyes widened and then she was flying across the room, Alec lifted his arms to ward off the expected blow and instead was quite confused when Max hugged him, tightly.
In front of witnesses and everything.
Zack was smirking and Joshua was patting him on the back, Sam was helping John into a chair and Jessica was grinning from ear to ear.
“How the hell did you get out of there? All our contacts said you were in a secure room and we were just getting ready to go bust you out. Max was ordering every one else to ground, because retaliation.”
“Well then it’s a good thing that my ‘father’ posted my bail and explained away my tattoo as some sort of fit of teen-age rebellion or something,” and now it was Alec’s turn to smirk as jaws dropped and confusion reigned.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice was quiet but it carried over the noise and Alec nodded slowly. Jessica pressed a hand to her mouth and John was covering his eyes with his hand.
“I have a phone number,” Alec held out his hand and Sam plucked the paper from it with shaking hands. Then fell to his knees.
“Dean.”
Also, since I've not managed to convince anyone else to write it, I'm writing Lex/Dean - Smallville/Supernatural fic. It's not quite what I'd envisioned when I started thinking about it, sometimes I worry about my muses.
She wasn’t sure what drew her to Alec’s room after the meeting broke up.
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| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 |
Title: The Importance of Genetics
Fandom:Supernatural/Dark Angel
Pairings: Sam/Jess, Alec/Max (mentions of Logan/Max)
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: So totally AU that it isn’t even funny. Instead of John Winchester going to Jericho, Dean went instead and subsequently disappeared.
The Importance of Genetics – Pt 5
She wasn’t sure what drew her to Alec’s room after the meeting broke up.
She’d stayed and talked with Joshua for a while. Trying to assure him that she didn’t believe that ‘father’ would have anything to do with kidnapping people even while she thought it quite possible that he had been involved.
At least on some level. The technology and the idea had to have come from somewhere after all and most of the military that she’d been exposed to wouldn’t have had the brains to come up with it by themselves.
“Josh okay?” Alec was sitting on his bed, flipping through the file again and it was telling that she’d been so distracted by Joshua that she hadn’t even noticed that he’d walked off with it.
“He’s fine,” Max stood there, arms crossed over her chest and waited for Alec to look up at her. To acknowledge her presence in some way.
She’d just started tapping her foot and her lips were turning down into a scowl when he finally looked up at her.
“You need an invite or something Maxie?” he smirked at her and she rolled her eyes at him, walking over to the bed she sat on the edge and snatched the folder from his hands.
“Hey, I was looking at that,” he scowled at her, rammed an elbow into her side and that was a clear indication that he was raring for a fight. Which she didn’t give him because she’d just noticed that the folder had been opened to the pictures of Dean Winchester and she looked over at him in confusion.
He shrugged, looked slightly embarrassed then grabbed the folder back.
“He’s like my father or something right? I thought maybe we could use the ‘family resemblance’ to see if the local cops would give us something to work with.”
Max gave him her best ‘you are the dumbest idiot that I have ever come in contact with and I hope that you’re not contagious because that doesn’t bode well for the rest of us’ and snorted. “Alec you’re a known X5, you walk outside the gate you’ll have the military gunning for your ass before you draw a breath. Not to mention what White and his pals would do if they got their hands on you.”
“Well White would probably just kill me, but Max, the military? I could so take them and I’m wounded that you doubt my abilities to do so.”
She rolled her eyes at the pout and the wounded expression. 99.9% of the time they were just Alec’s way of attempting to coax her to let him do something that was totally dangerous and would most likely endanger him, her and the welfare of their people.
“Just don’t get caught.”
It had been a bad plan from the beginning, Alec knew this. Max had known it as well and he could already hear the ‘I told you so’s’ and feel the subsequent smacks upside the head.
It just seemed he couldn’t end a week without Max trying to beat his brains out of his head with her bare hands.
Of course actually getting the two hour long lecture and the being physically abused by the woman that he loved (not that he would ever tell her that because he had some sense of self-preservation and uttering the ‘l’ word to Max was just asking for her to bludgeon him to death with blunt objects) were all dependent on getting out of the tiny cell that smelled like urine and had no windows and a door that looked to be made of lead.
It was a damn good thing that he wasn’t claustrophobic or anything.
He wondered how long it would take before Max and the others would mount a rescue and he hoped they got there before White and his guys figured out that there was a transgenic being held in city lock-up.
He was pacing the room, ten steps down, pivot at the wall, ten steps back, pivot and back again. He was bored and tempted to try and punch the wall.
Maybe he’d get lucky and the whole building would collapse.
The door opening stopped his thirtieth pivot and he scowled at a plain-clothed officer, who was looking very put out and a little like he was scared for his life.
“We’re so very sorry Mr. Winchester sir,” Alec blinked at him. He took great pains to mask his confusion and wondered how they had mistaken him for Dean.
They hadn’t even gotten around to taking his fingerprints or his blood or anything. The idiot at the front desk hadn’t even let him get a syllable out before he was screaming freak and tackling him over the desk.
Alec had been impressed despite himself, because that had been tall desk and the idiot had obviously been behind it for some time what with the extra weight he was lugging around.
“Your father has posted bond for you, and he told you to call him as soon as you got home,” the officer babbled as he led him from the cell, “did I mention that we are so incredibly sorry for the mix-up?” Confusing Alec even more, because he didn’t have a father. Maybe John Winchester or Sam had shown up to help him out?
“He had a meeting, but he left a number for you to contact him at and we’re so very sorry for the inconvenience.”
But then John or Sam would have waited for him, and from them he would have gotten a lecture on endangering their search for Dean.
Unless. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Because that would be to damn easy.
“My father,” and wow did he feel uncomfortable saying that word. “Did he look like me?”
The officer nodded. “Only older of course, very well dressed. He explained about why you have that tattoo and was very upset that you hadn’t called him as soon as you were arrested.”
Well shit, of course he hadn’t. He’d saved his one phone call for Max to yell at him for being careless. If he’d known that Dean Winchester was actually in fucking Seattle there wouldn’t even have been a need for Alec to have left Terminal City.
“He gave you a number for me,” Alec held out his hand expectantly and the officer shoved a folded piece of paper at him.
888-942-5555 – DW
Alec looked up and the officer was plainly waiting for Alec to say something so he muttered the first thing that came to his mind.
“Am I free to go?”
The command center was a flurry of activity when he arrived back. Max’s voice raising as she gave orders over voices that were trying to drown her out.
Alec wondered what the hell he’d missed and stood next to Zack waiting for her to take a breath.
So far nobody had noticed him and he was feeling slightly put out. He had news, he had a piece of paper in his hand that held a phone number and Dean Winchesters initials and every one was ignoring him.
“What’s going on?” he finally asked, leaning closer to Zack to make sure he was heard. To his credit Zack didn’t jump, and his voice was loud enough that everyone heard him.
Max’s eyes widened and then she was flying across the room, Alec lifted his arms to ward off the expected blow and instead was quite confused when Max hugged him, tightly.
In front of witnesses and everything.
Zack was smirking and Joshua was patting him on the back, Sam was helping John into a chair and Jessica was grinning from ear to ear.
“How the hell did you get out of there? All our contacts said you were in a secure room and we were just getting ready to go bust you out. Max was ordering every one else to ground, because retaliation.”
“Well then it’s a good thing that my ‘father’ posted my bail and explained away my tattoo as some sort of fit of teen-age rebellion or something,” and now it was Alec’s turn to smirk as jaws dropped and confusion reigned.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice was quiet but it carried over the noise and Alec nodded slowly. Jessica pressed a hand to her mouth and John was covering his eyes with his hand.
“I have a phone number,” Alec held out his hand and Sam plucked the paper from it with shaking hands. Then fell to his knees.
“Dean.”