aaronlisa (aaronlisa) wrote in fadeddreaming, @ 2007-07-01 19:32:00 |
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[DA] Two Sides to Every Coin 1/1, FR13, no pairings
Title: Two Sides to Every Coin
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: Max Guevera, Ames White
Disclaimer: Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron and company.
Prompts: fic_variations – dark/light
Word Count: 575
Notes: Set during Season Two.
Summary: They’re more alike than they’re different.
As Max fought Ames White, she felt a rush of exhilaration. It wasn’t about kicking his ass, especially since the two of them seemed to be evenly matched. Instead it was about teaching him a lesson that she had learned sometime ago.
They might be enemies but she was determined to show him just how alike they really were. As he pulled himself up from the ground and wiped the blood from his lips, White glared at her hatefully. She suddenly knew that she could kick his ass all the way from here to Los Angeles and back again, and he’d never see the truth. Max sighed as she flexed her fist in preparation for his next attack.
She felt weary as she looked at him just before he rushed at her. He would always refuse to see just how alike they were. That it didn’t matter if some breeding cult thousands of years old had created him and she had been created in a test tube, at the end of the day they were alike.
Max easily evaded the punch that he threw at her and she managed to deliver a roundhouse kick that sent him sprawling to the ground once again. She smirked at him as he pulled himself off the ground.
“Aren’t you tired of having your ass kicked by a girl yet?”
He didn’t bother to answer and instead he launched himself at her again, this time delivering a blow to the side of her jaw. She barely managed to stay standing as the force of his punch nearly rocked her off of her feet. So he didn’t want any lively banter to make it interesting, then she was okay with that.
Max decided that thinking philosophically about their situation wasn’t really helping. All Ames White wanted to see was her corpse. He didn’t care that he was the darkness to her lightness or any of those other clichés. He hated her for what she was and even who she was seemed to be an offence to him. The breeding cult that had made him had poisoned him to her and the other transgenics. He could care less that Manticore had made her for the same purpose as his precious cult had made him: to be a foot soldier in a war that neither of them had wanted to fight.
Yet here they were slogging away in a battle that they both knew neither of them could win. Unlike Max, White refused to accept the fact that he was just a puppet for his cult to pull the strings and make him dance their dance. She briefly wondered as she avoided another punch, if his wife hadn’t begged Logan to protect her son, if the cult would have taken Ray away from Daddy Dearest just so they could control him that much better. At least she had managed to escape her future when she’d fled from Manticore, and she knew that if she had stayed she probably would have turned out just to be like Ames White.
As she launched herself forward in a fluid motion, Max gave up trying to teach White about how alike they were. He’d never get that lesson because in his mind, she’d always remain a perversion that he was destined to eradicate (or die trying at least.) She decided that she’d much rather teach him about how this perversion wasn’t going to be quietly eradicated.
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