Chapter Eight: Emotions

A/N: Hey all! Wow the response from the last chapter was great! Hope you like this one just as much! This is kinda focused around Sam but I added some MA to keep you happy :0)

Dis: I don’t own Dark Angel

Pairing: MA

Chapter Rating: M

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After much begging and pleading: Sam was able to use the gift of persuasion and have O.C. and Joshua lead him to Terminal City. Logan was driving, due to saying he needed to get some equipment checks done with someone named Dix.

As they got closer and closer, Sam grew more nervous by the second. Cindy told him about Max and how they first met, she told him a little about Dean and Sam wasn’t sure if he should’ve been surprised by the trouble he caused. He’d been hurting from him leaving and their shitty lifestyle that dad had forced upon them, and was looking for trouble: at least that was what Sam told himself.

Now, as they traveled through the gated secret entrance, Sam felt more and more uneasy as darkness shrouded around him. When they got out of the car he followed and stopped at the cocking of what sounded like a shotgun.

“Mole, its us.”

“Who’s with you?” asked a lizard like man, gun pointed right as Sam.

“Put that down,” scolded O.C. in her loud voice. “This be Dean’s brother so you best step off.”

“Pretty boy has a brother?” asked Mole, eyes shocked.

“Right there wit’chu,” said Cindy, smiling. “Sam, Mole. Mole, Sam.”

“Designation?” asked Mole as he shook hands with a reluctant Sam.

“Uh… I think X6-498?”

“Think?”

“Poor boy got his mind wiped,” said O.C., patting Sam’s shoulder.

“Hm, maybe Liz can take a look?”

“Liz?” asked Sam.

“She worked Psy-Ops, could unlock some doors for you.” Mole then paused. “If you want… You sure you want to remember what those fuckers did to you?”

Sam thought about it for a moment before reluctantly nodding his head.

“I want to know,” he said, and Mole just nodded. He motioned people over to take his post and was soon guiding Sam and Cindy through Terminal City: leaving Logan to find Dix.

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Sam walked into a smaller room with a long black couch that was missing a leg and a small desk with numerous files piled up. When getting in further he noticed a hunched figure and when she straightened up he couldn’t help himself. He HAD to check her out because that was just how beautiful she was.

Tall, her long legs covered in holey jeans. The simple brown tank top she wore hugged her upper body and when she looked up at her visitors her light violet eyes that were a small contrast to her choppy auburn hair mesmerized him.

“Liz!”

“Mole,” she said, a small smile on her lips. “How can I help you?”

“This is Sam, Alec’s-Dean’s brother.”

“Oh?” She didn’t have to crane her neck like others to look up at him. She was about the same height as Dean. “I didn’t know he had a brother.”

“Not many do,” admitted Sam softly and she gave him a soft smile.

“What can I do for you, Sam?”

Well, wasn’t that just an open-ended question that made his mind go dirty. He swore he saw her eyes widen slightly and he hoped to GOD she couldn’t read his mind.

“He got his mind wiped clean,” said Mole. “Wants to remember. What he is: what happened…”

“Why?” asked Liz, eyes imploring. “Why would you want that?”

“I…”

“I don’t think he knows how bad it was there,” said Cindy. “Like me, we can’t fathom what went on behind those doors.”

“Leave us,” said Liz, eyes locked on Sam. “We’ll have a small chat, Sam and I.”

They did and Liz motioned for the black couch and Sam sat on it. She pushed in his shoulder and he was soon lying on the couch, feet dangling over the side and he felt more than a little uncomfortable. He’d been in his position before and remembered how he couldn’t shut up about his brother and father and now he was back here and he hoped he could stop the word-spew if it started again.

“So many feelings, Sam,” said Liz as she took a seat and he looked to his right to see her on her chair, legs crossed with a pen and notepad. “Confusion, worry, anger…”

She then grinned before saying: “Lust.”

He blushed, looking away from her and up to the ceiling. So she HAD noticed and now he was embarrassed.

“You’re a male, I get it. I’m hot.” She tilted her head to the side. “Tell me why you want to remember.”

“I feel like I’ve lost a part of myself.”

“But you hadn’t known before, right? When you and Dean… Hunt.”

“You know about that?”

“I see it, now: clearly,” she said, eyes unfocused as she read his mind, looking into his past. “Fascinating. You’ll have to take me.”

“I don’t know if…”

“Who’s this demon?” she asked, voice a little darker as she felt and saw what that demon had done.

Sam shut up, lips and teeth clamped together.

“You’re an open book, Sam. Your mental barriers are weak, though, I feel the power. Ready to come forth. You’re not ready. Not yet. You need time to prepare yourself or…”

“Or what?” he asked, looking up at her, worried.

“I think you know the answer to that already.”

He sat up on the couch, his blue eyes pleading and he saw her start to break.

“Well, I see your persuasion techniques don’t need any work.”

“Huh?” he asked.

“All you need to do is look at someone with those baby blues and they melt,” she said.

“Oh, I…” He looked down. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She stood, placing him down on the couch. Her hands went to his head and both of their eyes closed. “I’m not going to show you all of it, just a little. Enough to open some doors. You’ll have to find the rest on your own.”

“Ok,” he whispered as her soft hands went to his temples.

“Hang on.”

A picture of him as a kid looking up at a stranger in a lab coat; the machine in front of him looking menacing. Another, where he’s sitting in the middle of the floor: items floating around him. More, where he placed hands on someone and made then scream…

“Stop…” One more, of a laser going into his eye, and he is too weak to even scream. “Stop!”

Liz let go, leaving Sam panting on the couch. His eyes were closed, but he could still hear the screaming from whomever he hurt on that bed. Finally, he looked up at Liz and she has some sympathy in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Sam.” She then bit her bottom lip. “Your powers are being blocked by you and you alone. I can’t unlock them, but I hope what I showed you will give you some sort of closure.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking down at his hands. “Sure.”

She then sighed, putting her notepad on the table.

“Hey?” She felt bad, and wanted to make it up to him. “Wanna meet some others? We can grab a bite to eat, check out the entertainment for the night…”

She then picked up on his need to hit something…

“Or the training facilities?”

He thought for a moment before nodding, rising from the sofa with a crack in his knees.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, opening the door for her: making her admire his manners while they walked together, side by side, to the mess hall.

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Max soon found that if one was laid up in bed for a large amount of time they shouldn’t take a long trek across town no matter how genetically empowered they were right after getting up. The hoodie she wore was too hot and her arms and legs were trembling by the time she got to his door. She leaned against the wall for a moment, gaining her breath. Closing her eyes she tilted her head back until it rested against the wall with chipped paint. Finally, after a minute, she pushed off the wall then raised her hand to knock. Pausing in mid-air when the door opened to reveal Dean in his frayed, holey jeans and gray t-shirt loosely gripping a half-empty bottle of scotch in his right hand.

Slowly she let her hand fall, taking in his handsome features as she did so. He looked so different with the trimmed hair and shadowed face. His eyes seemed tired, more worn than she’d ever seen them, and they were indeed sad despite the smile he had on his face.

“Max.”

“Dean.”

“I see it worked.”

“Yeah.” She was now fiddling with the bottom hem of her hoodie. “Can I, uh, come in?”

“I’m sure you could, it IS Joshua’s place now.” He stepped away from the door, a swagger to his step as he took a long pull from the bottle he was holding. Max watched as he walked, barefoot, to the couch and plopped down. Though he’d given the place to Joshua it hadn’t taken much time for Dean to take his place back. “So how ya feeling?”

“Fine,” she said, slowly following to the couch and taking a seat on the other end, happy she could rest a little. “Tired.”

His eyes were then concerned as they took in her appearance and he frowned when seeing the slight sheen of sweat.

“Damn it, Max, you shouldn’t have come here.”

“What?” she asked, hurt, but putting her feelings aside as he put his bottle down then scooted closer to her. “Why not?”

“You’re over exerting yourself.” He placed a hand on her forehead, the metal of his silver ring cool against her heated skin. “You need to rest.”

“I’ve been doing plenty of that.”

“You know what I mean,” said Dean. “Don’t be so damned stubborn.”

“Dean…” She put a hand over his, her skin soft and his slightly dry. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Yeah, well… Anything for a friend,” said Dean, taking his hand away before slouching further into the couch. “Sides, it was about time someone who knew what they were doing took charge.”

It was a dig at Logan, they both knew it, but she ignored it. It was the truth; Dean had only been there a short amount of time. When the drugs would wear off Max would try to tell Logan what had happened and how to fix it but he’d silence her and drug her up all over again. After a while, it grew more than a little frustrating.

“Speaking of Logan, where is your little Snuggle Bear?”

“He… Um we, we aren’t together.”

“The virus, right,” said Dean, frowning before he took another swallow of beer.

“Not just that. I, I can’t be with him. I tried, WE tried and it’s just too hard.”

“Finally saw the light, huh?” asked Dean: slowly turning his head to the side to meet her eyes.

“Something like that,” she said, looking down, hands clenched against her lap. “Too many close calls, the burden of taking care of my people while doing stuff for him became too much and I started falling out of love with him.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, though he almost choked on the words. “That you couldn’t be happy with him.”

“Thanks,” she whispered, head bowed: her hair a curtain around her face.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his hand on her shoulder, then she allowed herself to be pulled against him and she greedily took in this moment and pressed herself against his side. Cheek against his chest, arms around his body, and legs curled up onto his lap.

“I’ve missed you,” she admitted.

“Me too,” he whispered into her hair, eyes closed and almost pained.

Both felt the need in their guts; both ignored it for this simple pleasure due to not knowing how the other felt. Instead they sat like that for an unknowledgeable amount of time until sleep overtook the tired transgenic couple.

TBC…

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