Notes: I wrote that some time ago and had it posted. Now I tried to improve it a little. Hope you like it, lemme know!!!
Disclaimer: The characters belong to James Cameron, I don't own them and don't want to earn money using them (though it would be really cool).
This is a repost, I added some stuff, and I corrected some grammar or spelling mistakes.
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Rememberance
Logan worked out hard again. The first few weeks after Max's death he had been withdrawn and was lacking all energy and will to do anything. But now he felt like working out was all that kept him from exploding. Bling had warned him, but he couldn't be there all the time and safe Logan from himself.
He felt his arms shake, he worked out until he could hardly accomplish a transfer. But physical exhaustion calmed his mind. He missed Max so badly, the nightmare of how he saw her die still haunted him every time he closed his eyes. "I need you, Max. Oh my god, I can't make it without you."
With shaking arms he managed to move to his chair and wheel over to the bathroom. A shower would hopefully help him cool down and maybe it would help him find some piece- maybe.
Max was constantly on his mind, when he closed his eyes she would await him in his dreams, when he wheeled into the kitchen he would inevitably look at the spot she had always leaned on. He sometimes even caught himself wanting to cook for two people. And every time he painfully reminded himself she wasn't there and was not going to come over again, a piece of his heart broke off. He was not sure how long he could hold on like that.
Even in the shower he was reminded of her, after that disaster with the mud she had been there and had come to the living room, wearing nothing but a towel. Maybe that had been her revenge, letting him see her like that, but then disappearing.
He let out a desperate sigh, he needed her, but he couldn't have her.
Cindy had been over for a visit an hour ago, he was grateful for those frequent meetings. She was the only person in the world who could catch a glimpse of what he felt. He knew she not only came because she wanted to talk about Max, but because she had the feeling she needed to take care of him. He had wanted to tell her, he was fine, but looking in the mirror, he realized that the lie would have been obvious. Besides, he was afraid she would stop visiting. He needed the fragile link to Max he could get through Cindy. She would tell him about the nights out about the fun they used to have. And Logan woudl regert he had never joined them at Crash. But at least there was something he could grasp, even if it were nothing but memories.
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X-452 came closer to Seattle, somehow the skyline felt familiar. But she knew that couldn't be true. Besides, she wasn't supposed to think about something like that. She had to fulfill a task, and that was to find and extinguish a guy called Eyes-Only. She was a soldier and her job was to do as she was told. She was not supposed to have feelings, or let feelings disturb her mission.
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Original Cindy stared at the pool tables, she'd just been at Logan's, checking on him. Since Max had died, she'd been there quite frequently. First, they could both find some solace talking about Max, second, she was worried and knew that Max would have wanted her to take care of him, knowing he was still unstable.
Seeing Logan now showed her how much he had really loved Max, and that he hurt a lot more than she did, even though she couldn't imagine how he was able to bear that.
She had tried to talk him into eating something, she had sat there and forced every bite into him. He had looked so exhausted, his once steelblue eyes had been dull with pain and sorrow. It had wrenched her heart to see the handsome guy like that, he apparently hadn't shaved in weeks, his usually spiky, sexy hair had been hanging down, nearly hiding his eyes.
"Hey sista. Up for a game?" Sketchy laid his arm around her. "You need some distraction."
"Yeah, maybe whipping your ass would actually be fun." With that she forced the dark thoughts to the back of her mind, they could wait a couple of hours. There was nothing she could do about it anyway.
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Logan stared out of the window, rain was falling hard against it. Heaven was crying, it had lost an angel, he thought. Cindy's presence had helped him survive that day, but there was an eternity to go, and he had no idea what would happen the next day, if something would show up that gave him a reason to continue. Maybe it would be better to let go, he would safe himself, Bling and Cindy a lot of trouble. He was nothing but a pathetic cripple who wasn't able to get over the love of his life. God, the love of his life, he had hardly been with her. But he knew it was true, she was everything he had ever searched for.
Suddenly there was a movement on the roof across the street, he sat up a little straighter in his chair, only to sink back again. His mind was playing him tricks. "Oh god Max, I can't stand that anymore."
But he didn't move away from the window, it would have hurt too much, just sitting there was all he could bear right now.
**
X-452 watched the dark apartment, just to make sure that guy was alone. It would be a piece of cake to break in and kill that guy. He was even sitting in a wheelchair, he would not even be able to fight her the slightest bit.
Professionally, she prepared the attack though she didn't understand why it had required her, a genetically engineered soldier, on eof the best actually, to kill a pathetic man like that.
Silently she made her way closer to the penthouse.
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Logan heard the noise, but dismissed the thought that came to his mind. He was definitely going crazy. But then there was a shadow in the doorway, he saw the reflection in the window. Logan spun his chair around.
"Max?"
The shadow didn't move, so he slowly wheeled closer. "This can't be true."
He'd reached the light switch and turned on the lamp. What he saw made him exhale sharply.
"God, Max. What happened to you? What did they do?" He stared at her in shock, at seeing her again and at what she looked like. There was nothing left of the gentleness in her face.
Her eyes were cold, her features hard and passionless. He knew instantly that that was not going to be a happy reunion. But he was still relieved she was alive.
Without saying a word she moved closer, staring down at the man, eyes full of hate. Logan backed away. "What's going on? Max, what do you want? It's me, Logan." He couldn't believe he was afarid of her, but he was. This was not his Max, this was a soldier.
"Nice to meet you, Eyes Only. I'm afraid we won't have much time to get to know each other." Her voice lacked all feelings, matching her expression.
"Max..." Logan tried.
"It's X-452." She ferociously corrected him.
"No! Wait, please. What the hell have they done to you? Don't do that, give me some time." Logan pleaded. He couldn't believe it, they had brainwashed her and turned her into a killing machine.
"Max. Listen to me. That's not you. You don't want to kill me. Please, try to remember."
"Shut up." She moved even closer and the wall stopped him from moving further away. Logan was stuck.
"Max." His voice trembled. "Listen..."
"I told you to shut up!" She slapped him hard across the face and when the first shock faded he could taste blood. With a shaking hand he wiped it away and stared at it. He felt anger rise within him, even hate. Hate at the folks at Manticore who had turned her into a killing machine.
"I..." Logan didn't relly know what to say.
She hit him again, this time hard enough to make him topple over with his chair, he landed on the floor, banging his head hard against a wooden table leg.
A killing machine was hovering over him. And he felt tears welling up, he wasn't afraid of dying, he just couldn't accept the thought of Max, his beloved Max, killing him. How could they have done that to sweet, gentle Max?
But in this moment the woman in front of him was in fact nothing but X-452, and she was pointing a gun at him.
To be continued...
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Hope you liked it a little bit. Review!!!
Disclaimer: The characters belong to James Cameron, I don't own them and don't want to earn money using them (though it would be really cool).
This is a repost, I added some stuff, and I corrected some grammar or spelling mistakes.
**
Rememberance
Logan worked out hard again. The first few weeks after Max's death he had been withdrawn and was lacking all energy and will to do anything. But now he felt like working out was all that kept him from exploding. Bling had warned him, but he couldn't be there all the time and safe Logan from himself.
He felt his arms shake, he worked out until he could hardly accomplish a transfer. But physical exhaustion calmed his mind. He missed Max so badly, the nightmare of how he saw her die still haunted him every time he closed his eyes. "I need you, Max. Oh my god, I can't make it without you."
With shaking arms he managed to move to his chair and wheel over to the bathroom. A shower would hopefully help him cool down and maybe it would help him find some piece- maybe.
Max was constantly on his mind, when he closed his eyes she would await him in his dreams, when he wheeled into the kitchen he would inevitably look at the spot she had always leaned on. He sometimes even caught himself wanting to cook for two people. And every time he painfully reminded himself she wasn't there and was not going to come over again, a piece of his heart broke off. He was not sure how long he could hold on like that.
Even in the shower he was reminded of her, after that disaster with the mud she had been there and had come to the living room, wearing nothing but a towel. Maybe that had been her revenge, letting him see her like that, but then disappearing.
He let out a desperate sigh, he needed her, but he couldn't have her.
Cindy had been over for a visit an hour ago, he was grateful for those frequent meetings. She was the only person in the world who could catch a glimpse of what he felt. He knew she not only came because she wanted to talk about Max, but because she had the feeling she needed to take care of him. He had wanted to tell her, he was fine, but looking in the mirror, he realized that the lie would have been obvious. Besides, he was afraid she would stop visiting. He needed the fragile link to Max he could get through Cindy. She would tell him about the nights out about the fun they used to have. And Logan woudl regert he had never joined them at Crash. But at least there was something he could grasp, even if it were nothing but memories.
**
X-452 came closer to Seattle, somehow the skyline felt familiar. But she knew that couldn't be true. Besides, she wasn't supposed to think about something like that. She had to fulfill a task, and that was to find and extinguish a guy called Eyes-Only. She was a soldier and her job was to do as she was told. She was not supposed to have feelings, or let feelings disturb her mission.
**
Original Cindy stared at the pool tables, she'd just been at Logan's, checking on him. Since Max had died, she'd been there quite frequently. First, they could both find some solace talking about Max, second, she was worried and knew that Max would have wanted her to take care of him, knowing he was still unstable.
Seeing Logan now showed her how much he had really loved Max, and that he hurt a lot more than she did, even though she couldn't imagine how he was able to bear that.
She had tried to talk him into eating something, she had sat there and forced every bite into him. He had looked so exhausted, his once steelblue eyes had been dull with pain and sorrow. It had wrenched her heart to see the handsome guy like that, he apparently hadn't shaved in weeks, his usually spiky, sexy hair had been hanging down, nearly hiding his eyes.
"Hey sista. Up for a game?" Sketchy laid his arm around her. "You need some distraction."
"Yeah, maybe whipping your ass would actually be fun." With that she forced the dark thoughts to the back of her mind, they could wait a couple of hours. There was nothing she could do about it anyway.
**
Logan stared out of the window, rain was falling hard against it. Heaven was crying, it had lost an angel, he thought. Cindy's presence had helped him survive that day, but there was an eternity to go, and he had no idea what would happen the next day, if something would show up that gave him a reason to continue. Maybe it would be better to let go, he would safe himself, Bling and Cindy a lot of trouble. He was nothing but a pathetic cripple who wasn't able to get over the love of his life. God, the love of his life, he had hardly been with her. But he knew it was true, she was everything he had ever searched for.
Suddenly there was a movement on the roof across the street, he sat up a little straighter in his chair, only to sink back again. His mind was playing him tricks. "Oh god Max, I can't stand that anymore."
But he didn't move away from the window, it would have hurt too much, just sitting there was all he could bear right now.
**
X-452 watched the dark apartment, just to make sure that guy was alone. It would be a piece of cake to break in and kill that guy. He was even sitting in a wheelchair, he would not even be able to fight her the slightest bit.
Professionally, she prepared the attack though she didn't understand why it had required her, a genetically engineered soldier, on eof the best actually, to kill a pathetic man like that.
Silently she made her way closer to the penthouse.
**
Logan heard the noise, but dismissed the thought that came to his mind. He was definitely going crazy. But then there was a shadow in the doorway, he saw the reflection in the window. Logan spun his chair around.
"Max?"
The shadow didn't move, so he slowly wheeled closer. "This can't be true."
He'd reached the light switch and turned on the lamp. What he saw made him exhale sharply.
"God, Max. What happened to you? What did they do?" He stared at her in shock, at seeing her again and at what she looked like. There was nothing left of the gentleness in her face.
Her eyes were cold, her features hard and passionless. He knew instantly that that was not going to be a happy reunion. But he was still relieved she was alive.
Without saying a word she moved closer, staring down at the man, eyes full of hate. Logan backed away. "What's going on? Max, what do you want? It's me, Logan." He couldn't believe he was afarid of her, but he was. This was not his Max, this was a soldier.
"Nice to meet you, Eyes Only. I'm afraid we won't have much time to get to know each other." Her voice lacked all feelings, matching her expression.
"Max..." Logan tried.
"It's X-452." She ferociously corrected him.
"No! Wait, please. What the hell have they done to you? Don't do that, give me some time." Logan pleaded. He couldn't believe it, they had brainwashed her and turned her into a killing machine.
"Max. Listen to me. That's not you. You don't want to kill me. Please, try to remember."
"Shut up." She moved even closer and the wall stopped him from moving further away. Logan was stuck.
"Max." His voice trembled. "Listen..."
"I told you to shut up!" She slapped him hard across the face and when the first shock faded he could taste blood. With a shaking hand he wiped it away and stared at it. He felt anger rise within him, even hate. Hate at the folks at Manticore who had turned her into a killing machine.
"I..." Logan didn't relly know what to say.
She hit him again, this time hard enough to make him topple over with his chair, he landed on the floor, banging his head hard against a wooden table leg.
A killing machine was hovering over him. And he felt tears welling up, he wasn't afraid of dying, he just couldn't accept the thought of Max, his beloved Max, killing him. How could they have done that to sweet, gentle Max?
But in this moment the woman in front of him was in fact nothing but X-452, and she was pointing a gun at him.
To be continued...
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Hope you liked it a little bit. Review!!!