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Sadly, no Alec/Logan icon to go with this.

Title: Something Good
Author:

chiky_w
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel.
Characters: Alec/Logan
Words: 1944
Prompt: See end for the prompt.
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Alec/Logan
Rating: Teen
Warnings: implied past sexual violence, unbetaed
Summary: For

jam_pony_fic 12 Days. when Logan stopped smiling, Alec feared he was going to do something stupid.
Author's Note: dear prompt, hope you liked! This was a fun prompt!

It was a stupid mission where 'I don't need anyone's help, I'm fine' Eyes' Only did something equally stupid.

White had set up a trap, Logan Cale knew but figured White didn't know that he knows and yea, that kind of shit snowballs no matter what.

During the stupid mission where stupid Logan went ahead to do something stupid because "people—transgenics and normals—are dying when they needn't be, Max" (Maxie was just as stupid for being a sucker for those eyes earnestly looking at her while pleading his case), a stupid bullet narrowly missed Logan's jugular, ricocheted off an equally stupid steel girder and sliced the top off of Logan's motor synapse processor that once communicated with his right hip. He ended up darting behind enemy lines to retrieve the idiot ("get back, Alec, it's not worth the risk" "Shut the fuck up, Logan"), got his favorite jacket shot up and wasted ten extra hours of his time, carrying Logan like a sack of potatoes back into Seattle.

In summary: stupid all around.

Alec included himself in the barrel of idiocy because even though he was Manticore's combo number five (looks, wit, genius with a perchance to beat the crap out of Steelheads on the side), he couldn't figure out how to repair the hip sensory neural processor. There's only so much he could do with a beheaded microchip.

Logan had balked at Maxie's suggestion they go back to steal another one, Zach—for a returning prodigy recovering amnesiac, he'd been pretty bitchy—told Logan in no uncertain terms they no longer were risking another brother or sister to cater to Logan's whims.

And to everyone's surprise, Logan agreed. Zach seemed smug like Logan just gave him a perfect salute and about face even in his wheelchair. Max looked relieved—she should have waited until Logan left first—and commented that exoskeleton or not, Logan was still a useful ally.

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For days, Logan stayed in his apartment, channeling Eyes Only cable hacks in all hours. The broken exoskeleton taunted him from a stand behind him in the computer area.

Max avoided visiting him—virus, awkwardness, because she shacked up with Zach now, who the hell cares—so Alec was stuck playing Logan's personal Pony Jam messenger. It should have been fine, if Logan wasn't acting like a zombie most of the time, talking on his cell and looking like it hurt to laugh at Alec's jokes after he hung up.

One day, Zach was there reaming out Logan because he was sick and tired of Max moping around all guilty and shit. He warned Logan to stop having a tantrum and figure his own way without whining to an X5 for help.

Logan smiled, strained, his eyes as tired as his voice sounded, and said he knows of another resource for the rare processor. He flipped out his cell and wheeled out of there without another argument.

And that was how Alec knew Logan was about to do something stupid. Again.

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Following Logan wasn't hard. As Eyes Only, Logan's been pretty good on the evading techniques, but he appeared distracted today, almost ill. Trailing him was like a dotted line was mapped out for Alec to follow.

Alec stayed concealed, still wondering why he was bothering in the first place. It was Logan's own fault for joining the raiding party at the lab to find the vaccines. He was the one who insisted that he could hack into the systems before security flash burns the vault's lifesaving contents. Logan claimed he needed to go. Him. No one forced him. It was nobody's fault the exoskeleton bought it. Logan only had himself to blame.

"Finally needed to come see me after all."

Alec scowled. That was the problem with alleys. Too many nooks and crannies for people to hide and this guy, built and dressed like a defanged Joshua, slithered out from a blind spot and right next to Logan's chair.

"If I have a choice." Logan chuckled humorlessly. He nodded towards his legs. "Processors are not very durable, I guess."

"The US military were too busy making them to really field test them." The man was practically purring as he went around Logan, his hand trailing around Logan's shoulders as he went.

Logan tensed as if bracing for a blow but it never came. "Do you have them, Dor?"

Dor placed a dirty paw to his own chest. He stopped in front of Logan and tsked.

"What? No chit chat? Logan, what happened to your manners?"

"Lost them with my legs," Logan said, still smiling like he'd rather frown. It didn't reach his eyes, narrowed through his thin wire spectacles.

Dor's mouth curved and for some reason, Alec's hackles rose. He pressed back into his brick corner.

"I have them," Dor admitted. A speculative gray eye went up and down Logan, lingering on his face. "You remember my price?"

"Four," Logan said tightly.

Alec's eyebrow rose. Four thousand? That's it? Shit, Logan could have just bought a whole baker's dozen easy. Why the hell did Maxie have to steal one?

"Price has gone up," Dor interjected. He sounded eager to tell Logan. "Nine."

"Nine?" Logan choked.

Alec rolled his eyes. He took a step back. Hell, Logan can afford that.

"No." Logan looked like he wanted to throw up. Geez, a bit stingy, isn't he?

"Ten," Dor amended.

"Fuck you," Logan ground out, surprising the hell out of Alec.

"Now, now, Logan." Dor dropped his hands on either side of Logan's wheelchair. "You know perfectly well that's not part of the deal." The tip of his tongue flicked across his lower lip. "Ten and I want a sample."

"Look, I can give you twenty, thirty…" Logan glowered up at Dor. "Forty thousand."

Wait, okay, now Alec was confused.

Dor's tongue swiped across his lips again like a snake. "The whole night."

Wait, what the hell are they—oh shit.

Alec straightened as his eyes took in Dor's bulge straining in his jeans, his hips rudely rolling towards Logan's mouth.

Logan leaned back into his chair but it could only go so far. "Fifty thousand." He almost sounded desperate now.

Dor leaned closer, his arms still trapping Logan in his chair. He whispered loudly as if he relished hearing his own voice.

"Keep it up and we'll have you for the whole day, dear Logan."

We?

"We?" Logan pushed Dor's hands back. The bastard tracked Logan, bemused.

"No one ever said…" Logan's throat worked. "That wasn't the deal last time. Four hours and only you."

Dor shrugged. "Prices gone up and I do still need to make a profit." The tails of his long coat swayed behind him as he approached. "You are not an ugly man, Logan Cale. Your looks and your…infirmity makes you very…profitable."

"No," Logan seethed.

Dor smiled. "You wouldn't be here if there was anyone else." He stroked his chin before sighing dramatically. "Fine, if you're so insistent…Very well. Eight hours with me and I still want a taste of that mouth first."

Logan's knuckles were white where they curled around his wheels. "Just you?"

Dor nodded.

Logan sucked in his breath. "Fine." He started when Dor was suddenly there. "What are you doing?"

"Like I said," Dor murmured as he stroked Logan's face. "I want a sample." He cupped the painful looking bulge in his crotch. His thumb grazed across Logan's lips.

"Do not think it's a hardship. It will be good for you. Now, open up." Dor's hand drifted down to his fly and lazily, he tugged down the zipper and pulled out a seriously disproportionally sized cock.

Logan averted his eyes.

"Look or I will start taking my eight hours here on this filthy floor," Dor hissed.

Hazel eyes sharpened to a vibrant green as they returned defiantly to Dor's leaking dick.

"Just you."

"Yes." Dor closed his eyes as Logan leaned closer. He carded his fingers through Logan's thick hair.

Alec grimaced. This wasn't his business. How Logan Cale wanted to deal was none of Alec's concerns. If Logan wanted to consistently pull off stupid shit, fine by him.

But Alec saw how Dor's pupils were overblown, almost black with lust. Alec caught the twitch at the corner of his mouth when he promised Logan and Alec knew.

It wasn't going to just be eight hours. It wasn't going to be just him. Dor's designs bordered on the sadist, on the prospect of devouring Logan's body over and over again with others, use it until it was spent, drained of every ounce of soul that was Logan Cale.

Logan would never see that processor.

Alec surged out of his hiding place as the image of Logan's violated body dumped somewhere filled his mind. There was a roaring in his ears that escaped out of his mouth as he pulled Dor off Logan. What happened next was a blur. The hoverdrone's approach snapped him back to his senses. He dropped the meat sack on the floor. Dor wasn't complaining about where he was dropped: face into a brackish puddle. He gripped Logan's handlebars and ran, pushing Logan ahead of him.

After a certain point, Logan's hands clamped down on his wheels, jerking them both to a halt. Breathing heavily, Logan stared at his knees.

"It wasn't going to be just him," Alec blurted out.

"I suspected."

Alec jolted. "Then why…" He scowled; Logan was still staring at his legs.

"Is it that fucking important to walk that you would…" Alec couldn't finish. He clamped his hands on Logan's shoulders and crouched down in front of him. "I don't think you would have gotten that processor." At Logan's startled look, Alec swallowed.

"Look, I know guys like him. They enjoy pain, giving out pain and sometimes…they don't know when to stop and whoever they happen to have…" Alec found himself squeezing Logan's shoulders, his throat tight at the thought of any of those bastards hurting Logan that way.

"Not everyone heals like an X5." Alec smiled self-deprecating.

Horror, dismay swirled and brightened into understanding in Logan's eyes. He tentatively reached out and gripped one of Alec's arms.

"I don't know why you care," Logan said softly, "But thanks."

Alec's not sure why he cares. He's not even sure why he released Logan's shoulder to rub a knuckle across Logan's lower lip. He's not sure why watching Logan's mouth parted pooled heat into the growing swell between his legs.

"I care," Alec rasped, "for a thousand different reasons." He shrugged. "But hell if I can list them." He smiled at Logan's weary chuckle.

"We'll get that thing fixed, Logan."

"I don't…" Logan closed his eyes briefly. "I risked Max and Zach last time for it. Zach's right; I was being selfish. I wanted to walk again and not be half the man I—"

"You're not half," Alec interrupted. "And you won't be risking them; you'll be risking me." To his surprise though, Logan blanched.

"How is that better?"

Alec grinned crookedly. "Because I'll just visit Dor's cache and clear him out. Want a processor for each day of the week?" When Logan only stared, Alec sobered.

"I'll get them just don't…" Alec swallowed. "Don't ever think of doing that ever again." He reached out tentatively and carded his fingers through Logan's hair, combing out Dor's touch. His hand drifted to wipe away Dor's scent on Logan's shoulders.

"Alec, what are we doing?" Logan breathed. Alec could feel Logan's quick pace under Alec's hand on his neck.

"Something good?" Alec asked hopefully.

Logan searched his face. He nodded shakily.

"Yea," Logan agreed, his eyes finally smiling .

"Something good."

The End

Prompt: 10-Q) The core thingie in Logan's exoskeleton blows up again. Logan finds a seller(OMC?) who wants to fuck Logan in exchange for the chip. Alec finds out what Logan is about to do and stops him from whoring himself in the nick of time. Pre-slash maybe or Alec confesses his secret love for Logan.