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shallownessTitle: Looks like Alec’s type
Fandom: Dark Angel
Rating: G
Word count: 150
First posted: March 2006
Summary: He always goes for the ones he can’t have.
Notes: Alec’s POV during the Three for Twofers section of ‘Gill Girl’ (spoilers up to ‘The Berrisford Agenda’.) Canonical het. With thanks to FirdayAngel for the beta.
Looks like Alec’s type: shallowness
“Always coming up with new acts.”
Alec takes a closer look at her; pale skin all lit up, the play of light in the water distorting her appearance.
Suddenly, there’s no novelty about this “new act”, no distraction from what he’d rather forget.
Droplets and the tips of dark, wet hair stuck together lying on creamy shoulders. Hopeful eyes looking right at him.
This girl’s eyes are desperate, moving without resting on any of the men ogling her. And then Alec sees the gills, real, like the barcode that’s revealed as her hair swirls up. Though she twists in the water, she’s no dancer.
She’s like him. He remembers stepping into a pool without knowing how deep it was going to be.
He tells the guys to enjoy the goodies. He walks away without looking back at any of the ladies, especially her, knowing he’s gotta get back-up for this.
Title: The princess in her net
Fandom: Dark Angel
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
First posted: March 2006
Summary: Whatever Max does, some stories don’t have a happy ending.
Notes: Set after ‘Gill Girl’, should be read after ‘Looks like Alec’s type’, though it can stand alone. With thanks to FirdayAngel for the beta.
The princess in her net: shallowness
At the Blowfish, Max had almost considered smashing the glass to feel the rush of cold green-tinted water soaking her, reaching in for the body. But she’d been on a viable rescue mission this time. The designation tattooed on the girl’s neck was as strange to Max as her gills.
Though the first rescue plan had got screwed, they’d eventually untangled it so that the gill girl could swim away to live out her happy ending.
Eventually even shark girl had to go to bed, where Max had dreamed of another dark-haired girl with pale skin, floating in a tank.
Tinga’d been a princess who’d got away, once upon a time, to find a prince and new family until the net of her past had closed back around her. Max could see the tubes, the raised blood vessels stark against the pale skin all over again. But then the glass cell in front of her changed into a display case for leering men. Max stepped forward, picked up a chair, ignoring Alec hissing her name.
The glass shattered, water rushed out, tinted green. Max reached out for her sister, but all her hands caught were the tangle of her blanket.
Fandom: Dark Angel
Rating: G
Word count: 150
First posted: March 2006
Summary: He always goes for the ones he can’t have.
Notes: Alec’s POV during the Three for Twofers section of ‘Gill Girl’ (spoilers up to ‘The Berrisford Agenda’.) Canonical het. With thanks to FirdayAngel for the beta.
“Always coming up with new acts.”
Alec takes a closer look at her; pale skin all lit up, the play of light in the water distorting her appearance.
Suddenly, there’s no novelty about this “new act”, no distraction from what he’d rather forget.
Droplets and the tips of dark, wet hair stuck together lying on creamy shoulders. Hopeful eyes looking right at him.
This girl’s eyes are desperate, moving without resting on any of the men ogling her. And then Alec sees the gills, real, like the barcode that’s revealed as her hair swirls up. Though she twists in the water, she’s no dancer.
She’s like him. He remembers stepping into a pool without knowing how deep it was going to be.
He tells the guys to enjoy the goodies. He walks away without looking back at any of the ladies, especially her, knowing he’s gotta get back-up for this.
Title: The princess in her net
Fandom: Dark Angel
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
First posted: March 2006
Summary: Whatever Max does, some stories don’t have a happy ending.
Notes: Set after ‘Gill Girl’, should be read after ‘Looks like Alec’s type’, though it can stand alone. With thanks to FirdayAngel for the beta.
At the Blowfish, Max had almost considered smashing the glass to feel the rush of cold green-tinted water soaking her, reaching in for the body. But she’d been on a viable rescue mission this time. The designation tattooed on the girl’s neck was as strange to Max as her gills.
Though the first rescue plan had got screwed, they’d eventually untangled it so that the gill girl could swim away to live out her happy ending.
Eventually even shark girl had to go to bed, where Max had dreamed of another dark-haired girl with pale skin, floating in a tank.
Tinga’d been a princess who’d got away, once upon a time, to find a prince and new family until the net of her past had closed back around her. Max could see the tubes, the raised blood vessels stark against the pale skin all over again. But then the glass cell in front of her changed into a display case for leering men. Max stepped forward, picked up a chair, ignoring Alec hissing her name.
The glass shattered, water rushed out, tinted green. Max reached out for her sister, but all her hands caught were the tangle of her blanket.
