Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own DA. You can tell by the way I write. They
don't come close the scripts those people were putting out! ;)
Spoilers: Right after the season one finale.
A/N This is something I wrote in one sitting. Not much but a three chapter story. Also for those of you reading Two Before chapter 4 is messed and I am a tragically stupid person and I don't have the full chapter anymore just the dinky two paragraph thing. So if anyone might have it by chance please send it too me. Or I will have to rewirte that chapter from what I remember and add new ideas to it. Thanks for pointing it out though! (
Finally, Max was going back. Escaped from the hell that created her. She may have been on the run again but this was different. She has a place to run to. She was going to Logan. For months she dreamed and missed him. Doubt clouded her mind at times. Ideas entered her head, 'maybe he found someone new, maybe he completely forgot her, and maybe he doesn't care at all.' Max put these thoughts aside with the reasoning that it was Logan and she knew his character and the odds were against those ridiculous ideas.
Max rode in a stolen motorcycle. Max decided the safest way to enter the penthouse was from the next building. Like the first night she dropped in. She didn't know if he was under surveillance or something along those lines so better to be safe.
Max reached the top of the building by easily scaling the wall from the windows, which were conveniently placed close to each other. Max reached the top finally and walked over to the edge so she had a view of Logan's window. Everything was dark in the penthouse. An idea entered Max's mind, which she had never allowed to be considered. Maybe that night Logan was shot. Maybe he was dead. Panic began to fill her for not preparing for that situation. Her one goal all these months had been to get out of the hellhole and back to Logan. What happens if there is no Logan to go back to?
As if to answer her thoughts a light finally turned on in the pent house. Immediately Max zoomed her vision in on the person entering the house. Wait no it was persons. She immediately saw Logan enter first and relief and such happiness invaded her. He looked thoroughly disheveled. His hair was a mess and his face looked tired. Despite his looks he was smiling and laughing at something she couldn't hear. The next person who entered was a woman. She had blond hair and was fairly pretty.
The women's hand fell on Logan's shoulder and she turned him to face him. His face turned serious and so did hers and a look of interest took on her face. She rubbed his shoulder in a tender way. She moved closer to him invading his personal space and her hand slipped down so it was on his chest. She had a slight smile on her little face.
Max suddenly felt ill. She couldn't blink for fear she would miss the mistake in this picture. No this was Logan and he was loyal and caring and distant from other people but he cared about her. He couldn't have just gotten over her so fast. This woman obviously had interest in him and Max was panicking because his face was a blank and he made no move to distance himself from this woman as she continued to advance very slowly on him.
Finally after the women said some things Logan smiled weakly at her and placed his hand on her own. Max felt like she could vomit at this. Before she could see anymore she left. She turned around and went back down the building and jumped on her bike and sped off into the night. Hard reality relaying reason into her ears.
This was it. She relied on somebody and she was let down. She put all her money in one pot and lost it all. Quickly her reason entered her mind. Logan found somebody. He had gotten over Max and let memories left dead. But it must be for the better. He deserved better. Despite feeling betrayed it is a healthy thing for him to do. Move on and don't hold on to dead spirits. He deserved a little happiness and somebody who suited him. Better then any genetic engineered killing machine. A lot of trouble would be lifted from his already heavy workload. Manticore would fall off his back more easily if she didn't stay with him and present more problems. It makes sense but she couldn't help but feel hurt betrayed and jealous. What she wouldn't give to be a normal human being.
The one path she created that went to Logan was demolished and there had to be something else to go to. Of course she would go and see OC and perhaps get her old job back and go back to the old routine with her peeps at Jam pony like before she knew Logan. But it wouldn't be the same at all. OC knew about her issues and Cindy was a great friend but she could never be like Logan. Logan got her to open up and show compassion and show weaknesses to when necessary. She had been able to depend on him. Also she would never know what life would have led to if Zack had never interrupted that kiss. If she didn't get taken away should they have become involved in an intimate way? There would always be that void that was never there like before Logan.
Max wandered around the streets for mind-bending hours coming to no conclusion other than a hurtful realization that he was better off without her and she would never live the same because of him.
Spoilers: Right after the season one finale.
A/N This is something I wrote in one sitting. Not much but a three chapter story. Also for those of you reading Two Before chapter 4 is messed and I am a tragically stupid person and I don't have the full chapter anymore just the dinky two paragraph thing. So if anyone might have it by chance please send it too me. Or I will have to rewirte that chapter from what I remember and add new ideas to it. Thanks for pointing it out though! (
Finally, Max was going back. Escaped from the hell that created her. She may have been on the run again but this was different. She has a place to run to. She was going to Logan. For months she dreamed and missed him. Doubt clouded her mind at times. Ideas entered her head, 'maybe he found someone new, maybe he completely forgot her, and maybe he doesn't care at all.' Max put these thoughts aside with the reasoning that it was Logan and she knew his character and the odds were against those ridiculous ideas.
Max rode in a stolen motorcycle. Max decided the safest way to enter the penthouse was from the next building. Like the first night she dropped in. She didn't know if he was under surveillance or something along those lines so better to be safe.
Max reached the top of the building by easily scaling the wall from the windows, which were conveniently placed close to each other. Max reached the top finally and walked over to the edge so she had a view of Logan's window. Everything was dark in the penthouse. An idea entered Max's mind, which she had never allowed to be considered. Maybe that night Logan was shot. Maybe he was dead. Panic began to fill her for not preparing for that situation. Her one goal all these months had been to get out of the hellhole and back to Logan. What happens if there is no Logan to go back to?
As if to answer her thoughts a light finally turned on in the pent house. Immediately Max zoomed her vision in on the person entering the house. Wait no it was persons. She immediately saw Logan enter first and relief and such happiness invaded her. He looked thoroughly disheveled. His hair was a mess and his face looked tired. Despite his looks he was smiling and laughing at something she couldn't hear. The next person who entered was a woman. She had blond hair and was fairly pretty.
The women's hand fell on Logan's shoulder and she turned him to face him. His face turned serious and so did hers and a look of interest took on her face. She rubbed his shoulder in a tender way. She moved closer to him invading his personal space and her hand slipped down so it was on his chest. She had a slight smile on her little face.
Max suddenly felt ill. She couldn't blink for fear she would miss the mistake in this picture. No this was Logan and he was loyal and caring and distant from other people but he cared about her. He couldn't have just gotten over her so fast. This woman obviously had interest in him and Max was panicking because his face was a blank and he made no move to distance himself from this woman as she continued to advance very slowly on him.
Finally after the women said some things Logan smiled weakly at her and placed his hand on her own. Max felt like she could vomit at this. Before she could see anymore she left. She turned around and went back down the building and jumped on her bike and sped off into the night. Hard reality relaying reason into her ears.
This was it. She relied on somebody and she was let down. She put all her money in one pot and lost it all. Quickly her reason entered her mind. Logan found somebody. He had gotten over Max and let memories left dead. But it must be for the better. He deserved better. Despite feeling betrayed it is a healthy thing for him to do. Move on and don't hold on to dead spirits. He deserved a little happiness and somebody who suited him. Better then any genetic engineered killing machine. A lot of trouble would be lifted from his already heavy workload. Manticore would fall off his back more easily if she didn't stay with him and present more problems. It makes sense but she couldn't help but feel hurt betrayed and jealous. What she wouldn't give to be a normal human being.
The one path she created that went to Logan was demolished and there had to be something else to go to. Of course she would go and see OC and perhaps get her old job back and go back to the old routine with her peeps at Jam pony like before she knew Logan. But it wouldn't be the same at all. OC knew about her issues and Cindy was a great friend but she could never be like Logan. Logan got her to open up and show compassion and show weaknesses to when necessary. She had been able to depend on him. Also she would never know what life would have led to if Zack had never interrupted that kiss. If she didn't get taken away should they have become involved in an intimate way? There would always be that void that was never there like before Logan.
Max wandered around the streets for mind-bending hours coming to no conclusion other than a hurtful realization that he was better off without her and she would never live the same because of him.