Disclaimer: "Dark Angel" does not belong to me. If it did, it wouldn't have been transformed from "kickass" to "vomit-worthy." But, credit given where credit is due.
Setting: Max & Original Cindy's Crib
Timeline: Season 1; Post "Haven"
"You honestly expect me to believe that you spent over 48 hours all alone with the boy in a private cabin in the middle of nowhere, and nothing happened."
Original Cindy harped as she and her roommate entered their place of employment. "Employment", "torment", same thing Max had, at this point, had enough of this conversation. She dragged grabbed OC's elbow and dragged her back to their lockers.
"Yeah, OC, I do expect you to believe it, because it's the truth." Max hissed, her face about 8 inches from OC's. The two faced off for about ten seconds, then Max sighed and dropped her gaze to the side. "Look, when Logan got back on his feet, things were moving in that direction. He called me his miracle, and whenever he looked at me, I felt-" Max grimaced "bubbly. But now that he's back in the chair, it's gone. He's bitter, pissy, even. And I'm not his miracle any more. The sparkage has left the building, 'kay? So stop bringing up."
Max stormed off, leaving her friend speechless.
