Dark Angel: Loyalties and Marinara Sauce
Loyalties and Marinara Sauce [[378 Words]]
Dark Angel
Logan/Alec (friendship, maybe more if you squint)
Set sometime post-Manticore; S2
Is mildly-angsty fluff even possible?

More Dark Angel please, more Alec/Logan, please. Phrase: "Would you cook for me?"  -- magnifica7
Here you go.

He shouldn’t be bothering, Logan knew, but he was already slicing vegetables, selecting ingredients and to stop now would be a waste. It would be a waste to keep going, Max would say. Feeding Alec is like throwing food down a black hole. 

But he had asked, and it was hard to refuse a request so (strange) simple, especially coming from ordinarily self-reliant Alec. It was surprising, but impossible to resist. Alec had invaded his home and asked for dinner, and the attitude, the lack of shame had been so patently Alec that Logan had been helpless to refuse. 

So now he was setting water to boil while the transgenic lounged on his sofa in the next room. It didn’t seem right, somehow, but it was Alec.  

Alec, who was probably dealing half the meds and boosters Eyes Only worked to keep off the streets. Alec, who stole things and owed money to more people than Logan could count. He was self-serving and manipulative, and Logan was cooking him dinner. 

But he couldn’t summon up more than a mild disapproval, no matter how he tried. Alec’s questionable morality was easy to frown on, but much of his bravado was a front; Logan had seen the sacrifices and risks he was willing to take for his friends. 

Loyal—that’s what Alec was. Despite his faults, Logan couldn’t help admiring Alec’s sense of duty towards his friends. Towards Logan, too. 

Logan wondered when he’d been placed on Alec’s list of people to defend. What had he done to deserve it? It was inexplicable, but Logan knew it was true. Alec could probably count his friendships with the fingers of one hand, and Logan’s was one of them. 

There was a sense of pride accompanying that idea, and Logan smiled, leaning over to check the contents of a saucepan. Alec felt safe dropping in unannounced and asking for a meal. Alec considered Logan a friend. 

A friend who’s home he could invade at midnight, but a friend anyway. Logan reached for a plate, scooped and poured, thinking that he could accept that. However—

Walking into the living room, the appreciative grin on Alec’s face warmed him. “That smells amazing.” 

He couldn't help the chuckle. “Next time, you’re making your own dinner.”