Title: First Christmas
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Alec, Max, Joshua
Word Count: 130
Rating: G
Summary: Alec, Max and Joshua are celebrating Christmas as a family.
Author’s Notes: None.
“So?” started Max conversationally as Alec slid into the chair across from her. He froze, halfway settled into his chair and sent her a measured look, one eyebrow raised.
“So…?”
Max rolled her eyes. “What do you think?”
Alec sighed and dropped back heavily, propping his elbow up onto the rail next to them. “Honestly, Max, I don’t trust the guy.”
Max sighed, looking away. “Yeah, I know.”
“No you don’t,” said Alec, leaning forward, placing his glass of scotch between them on the table. “Somewhere deep inside you, you think he has all the answers. How do we trust this guy, Max?”
Joshua looked up from underneath his hood, drawing sharp glances from both X5’s. He looked between them with honest, open eyes. “He’s father. Joshua knows.”
Max and Alec stared at Josh for a beat, then simultaniously looked back at each other. Alec quirked an eyebrow. “Well…I guess that’s settled then.”
They sighed together (Max and Alec at least, Joshua was practically panting with anticipation), and Max turned her head to look at the bar, where Walter Bishop a.k.a. Sandeman was standing with his hands in his coat pockets, looking very uncomfortable as Original Cindy distracted him with words and sass. Max almost felt bad for the guy. Her mouth twisted into a half-frown half-pout. “Should we go tell him the good news?”
“I would really, really rather not,” said Alec. But, oh crap, Sandeman must have spliced up his own genes or sumpthin’ because he turned his head and caught them staring just as Alec finished talking. Max’s mouth immediately turned into a frown and she swung her head back to look at Alec.
“Think he heard us?”
“Father knows everything.”
“Sure, Josh.”
Alec was still tense by the time Max gave OC the signal to let the very very unstable man out of her clutches and let him talk to them. Walter practically trotted to their table, smiling and introducing himself to everyone he passed by. Max rolled her eyes. How again was it that Logan couldn’t find this guy? He was practically advertising himself as the Tranny God.
Alec was frowning at him, probably thinkin’ the same thing Max was - that there was no way this nut-job single handedly created a race of super soldiers, when he himself clearly had trouble dressing himself in the morning.
Walter/Sandeman/Dad patted Alec on the shoulder heartily, ignoring the way he flinched away and the faces he made. Joshua woofed at Alec in warning.
“Be nice, Medium Fella.”
Max could here the beginnings of a growl rising up in Alec’s chest and kicked him in the shin gently (well…gentle for Max). The growling stopped, but the glare on his face would not stop.
Walter didn’t even look uncomfortable. In fact, he looked down right sympathetic.
“You have nothing to be worried about, son-“
“I am not your son,” snapped Alec with so much venom in his voice that the hairs on the back of Max’s neck rose up. Walter wasn’t phased.
“Of course you are, Alec-“
“Do. Not. Call me that,” hissed Alec, standing up so fast his chair almost flew back. He glared at Walter for a very long moment before his eyes snapped to Max. “Hit ya back later?”
Max felt herself nodding before she even realized what he was talking about. “Sure.”
“I have train tickets for the morning. Pack lightly.” Alec stiffened slightly and glanced back at Walter, but the old man’s jaw was set and his eyes were hard, leaving little room for Alec to try and talk his way out of. It was sorta unnerving. Max heard herself speaking up, breaking the tension between the two.
“I’ll come by you crib later.” Alec nodded, the tension melting out of his shoulders, and almost too quickly for a human, he was gone.
Walter was practically beaming, like he didn’t even care that Alec was spun ‘bout him uprooting them without explanation.
Rude.
So I’ve finished watching Dark Angel. Pity it was only two series but it still was great thus fanart happened :3
