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[dark angel] jondy (x5-210) // sweet (december/january)
Title: Arrival
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aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Jondy (X5-210) // sweet
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron, Charles H. Eglee and Fox.
Author's Notes: set post-Season Two.
Summary: It’s not really his fault but it’s not fair that she came all the way to Terminal City.
She drinks the coffee that he puts down in front of her, its black and sugary-sweet like he dumped the whole sugar bowl into it. Jondy can’t help the face that she makes at him after the first taste and he shrugs at her.
I remember hearing somewhere that it’s supposed to help with shock.
I’m not in shock.
He shrugs again and she wants to hit him. It’s not really his fault but it’s not fair that she came all the way to Terminal City only to find out that Max wasn’t here. She wraps her arms around her chest and sighs. He sits down beside her, his face blank as he stares forward at the stained wall that reminds them both of Manticore with its grey institutional appearance.
Is she ever coming back?
I don’t know she doesn’t talk to me about stuff like that.
Come on, everyone says you’re her second in command.
Yeah but that doesn’t mean we have girl talks or shit like that.
Again Jondy wants to punch him but something holds her back. Perhaps it’s because he’s Ben’s clone (does that make him her brother like Ben was, or what?) And perhaps it’s because she’s pretty sure if she starts swinging punches she won’t be able to stop and she doesn’t think that the so-called officers of Terminal City would really take kindly to that.
Kinda ironic, ain’t it?
What’s that?
That Max and I escape from Manticore only to find ourselves unable to escape it.
He looks at her like she just spoke in a language that he doesn’t understand and maybe she did. He doesn’t know what it’s like to have escaped from Manticore when they were just kids. Alec can’t even begin to comprehend what it was like being alone and afraid. He’s never known what it’s like to be afraid of Lydecker finding you, afraid of being caught by the authorities or of never finding your unit again.
She had found Zach early on and he had found most of the others. They had only seen each other on rare occasions, Zach having declared it was too dangerous for them to group together. And like the soldiers they were, they had all listened to him. They had kept listening to him long after the escape, because they couldn’t change who they were.
What is she like?
Who?
Max.
He looks at her with confusion in his eyes and it’s her turn to shrug at him. How can she tell him that she’s been holding onto a ghost all these years? The Max that she knew was eleven years old and was a soldier through and through. She can’t put it into words to tell Alec that she doesn’t know who Max had become outside of Manticore other than a few words that Zach had told her about a year ago.
She’s stubborn. Smart. Brave. Funny.
And Alec sounds like a man in love with those brief words. It doesn’t surprise her much; Zach had changed after he came back to when he had found Max in Seattle. Part of her wants to ask him if he does love her but it doesn’t seem proper. And he doesn’t say anything else.
Why’d she leave?
I don’t know. Like I said we didn’t exactly have girl talks.
Jondy can tell he’s lying and that he knows why Max left Terminal City. But she can’t fault his loyalty to Max; from what she can tell her sister still inspires loyalty in those around her. Some things just never change.
Mind if I stay?
Why would I?
I don’t know but asking seemed like the proper thing to do.
He laughs and for a moment again the desire to hit him returns until he drapes his arm along her shoulders. It feels far more comfortable than it should and she wonders just how her sister reacted to this man who looks like their brother but is so clearly not him. And it’s Jondy’s turn to look at him with confusion on her face.
It’s been a long time since someone asked me what I wanted because it seemed like the proper thing to do.
Maybe I am a proper type of girl.
Maybe you are. Come on; let’s see about getting you a place to sleep in this place.
**END**
Author:
aaronlisa Rating: FR13
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Jondy (X5-210) // sweetSpoilers: none
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron, Charles H. Eglee and Fox.
Author's Notes: set post-Season Two.
Summary: It’s not really his fault but it’s not fair that she came all the way to Terminal City.
She drinks the coffee that he puts down in front of her, its black and sugary-sweet like he dumped the whole sugar bowl into it. Jondy can’t help the face that she makes at him after the first taste and he shrugs at her.
I remember hearing somewhere that it’s supposed to help with shock.
I’m not in shock.
He shrugs again and she wants to hit him. It’s not really his fault but it’s not fair that she came all the way to Terminal City only to find out that Max wasn’t here. She wraps her arms around her chest and sighs. He sits down beside her, his face blank as he stares forward at the stained wall that reminds them both of Manticore with its grey institutional appearance.
Is she ever coming back?
I don’t know she doesn’t talk to me about stuff like that.
Come on, everyone says you’re her second in command.
Yeah but that doesn’t mean we have girl talks or shit like that.
Again Jondy wants to punch him but something holds her back. Perhaps it’s because he’s Ben’s clone (does that make him her brother like Ben was, or what?) And perhaps it’s because she’s pretty sure if she starts swinging punches she won’t be able to stop and she doesn’t think that the so-called officers of Terminal City would really take kindly to that.
Kinda ironic, ain’t it?
What’s that?
That Max and I escape from Manticore only to find ourselves unable to escape it.
He looks at her like she just spoke in a language that he doesn’t understand and maybe she did. He doesn’t know what it’s like to have escaped from Manticore when they were just kids. Alec can’t even begin to comprehend what it was like being alone and afraid. He’s never known what it’s like to be afraid of Lydecker finding you, afraid of being caught by the authorities or of never finding your unit again.
She had found Zach early on and he had found most of the others. They had only seen each other on rare occasions, Zach having declared it was too dangerous for them to group together. And like the soldiers they were, they had all listened to him. They had kept listening to him long after the escape, because they couldn’t change who they were.
What is she like?
Who?
Max.
He looks at her with confusion in his eyes and it’s her turn to shrug at him. How can she tell him that she’s been holding onto a ghost all these years? The Max that she knew was eleven years old and was a soldier through and through. She can’t put it into words to tell Alec that she doesn’t know who Max had become outside of Manticore other than a few words that Zach had told her about a year ago.
She’s stubborn. Smart. Brave. Funny.
And Alec sounds like a man in love with those brief words. It doesn’t surprise her much; Zach had changed after he came back to when he had found Max in Seattle. Part of her wants to ask him if he does love her but it doesn’t seem proper. And he doesn’t say anything else.
Why’d she leave?
I don’t know. Like I said we didn’t exactly have girl talks.
Jondy can tell he’s lying and that he knows why Max left Terminal City. But she can’t fault his loyalty to Max; from what she can tell her sister still inspires loyalty in those around her. Some things just never change.
Mind if I stay?
Why would I?
I don’t know but asking seemed like the proper thing to do.
He laughs and for a moment again the desire to hit him returns until he drapes his arm along her shoulders. It feels far more comfortable than it should and she wonders just how her sister reacted to this man who looks like their brother but is so clearly not him. And it’s Jondy’s turn to look at him with confusion on her face.
It’s been a long time since someone asked me what I wanted because it seemed like the proper thing to do.
Maybe I am a proper type of girl.
Maybe you are. Come on; let’s see about getting you a place to sleep in this place.
**END**