Tulip
A/N: Okay, so Syl moved in with Logan to help him with things, but, oh someone else has turned up. Asha. She's going to be there next season and I'll tell yuo what I - ow! Who just kicked me? Oh well. *rubs leg* Oh just read the story. Oh yeah, this is in Syl's POV. It's past tense because it was easier to write. So it's first person past tense. It's my first time with first person. So, it's a first person narrative? i dunno. That's probably why I got a 78 in English last year...
A/N 2: I thought Thoughts was my last serious Dark Angel fic. Well, you all *do* love my humor stuff. =) And don't worry, I haven't become too serious. Humor is still coming.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel. Dark Angel belongs to Mr. Help The Boat Is Sinking and...uh...that guy. You know, that guy! You know who I'm talking about... he's that guy!
Syl's POV
I closed the door and walked into the penthouse. Even though I moved in to help Logan with his pain about two months ago, it still feels odd to be here. I hope everyday that Max will come back and I can leave knowing that she gets to have a happily ever after.
I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and walked into the living room. I couldn't hear Logan typing. Strange. He's usually hard at work at this time.
I walked over to the answering machine and pushed the button. I jotted down informant messages, then I heard Krit's voice.
"¡Hola hermana!" Krit's voice played from the machine. Then a small laugh. "I just wanted to let you know that I got to Mexico all right. I'm with Jace right now and all is well. Well, I'll call you sometime this week. Be home! Adiós."
I rolled my eyes. Be home. Krit expects the whole world to stop for him...but he is my brother.
Another message started, but it was just a bunch of static. I couldn't make out any of the words, except for one. Logan. That message was definitely for Logan, but I had no idea from who.
I shrugged and walked over to my bedroom. I had to do some redecorating, but Logan didn't mind. He didn't mind anything really. When Bling told me about Logan's fabulous cooking skills, I thought he was lying. It hadn't been anything but take-out and frozen pizza since I got here.
I pulled out a pair of jeans and a gray sweatshirt from a drawer and changed into them. I didn't plan on going out that night. That night was the night. Logan was going to be sad. It'd been two months since Max died. Logan was always sad at the end of the month, but he got better pretty fast.
I tucked my hair behind my ears to keep it out of my face and I heard the door open. Giggling? Was that giggling? I walked out of my bedroom and went to the door. Sketchy was supporting a very drunk Logan.
"Hiya!" Logan exclaimed as I came into view. I glared at Sketchy.
"Hey, I was trying to get his mind off-"
"Yeah, yeah." I said, cutting Sketchy off. The last thing Logan needed to hear was a three letter word that begins with M, ends with X, and has an A in the middle.
"Okay, well, I'll leave him here with you." Sketchy said and let go of Logan, who hobbled into the living room. I smacked Sketchy hard on the arm. "Ow!"
"That's what you get!" I said angrily.
"Sorry." Sketchy mumbled and walked off.
I slammed the door. I wasn't really angry, I just needed to slam something. I needed to hear a loud noise. I walked in the living room and saw Logan sitting on the couch, with his hands over his face.
"I'm not really drunk you know." He said. "I was just acting so Sketchy would let me leave."
"Oh." I murmured feebly.
There was another knock on the door. I got a little angry. If Sketchy was back...
I walked to the door and opened it roughly, expecting Sketchy to be standing there, but the anger rushed out of me. It was a tired looking woman who looked to be in her late twenties.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm looking for Logan Cale." She said sweetly. Too sweetly for me.
"He's here." I said. I felt Logan walk up behind me.
"Asha?" I heard him practically whisper.
I heard something in his voice that I didn't like. I could tell that I did not like Asha.
A/N: Okay, so Syl moved in with Logan to help him with things, but, oh someone else has turned up. Asha. She's going to be there next season and I'll tell yuo what I - ow! Who just kicked me? Oh well. *rubs leg* Oh just read the story. Oh yeah, this is in Syl's POV. It's past tense because it was easier to write. So it's first person past tense. It's my first time with first person. So, it's a first person narrative? i dunno. That's probably why I got a 78 in English last year...
A/N 2: I thought Thoughts was my last serious Dark Angel fic. Well, you all *do* love my humor stuff. =) And don't worry, I haven't become too serious. Humor is still coming.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel. Dark Angel belongs to Mr. Help The Boat Is Sinking and...uh...that guy. You know, that guy! You know who I'm talking about... he's that guy!
Syl's POV
I closed the door and walked into the penthouse. Even though I moved in to help Logan with his pain about two months ago, it still feels odd to be here. I hope everyday that Max will come back and I can leave knowing that she gets to have a happily ever after.
I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and walked into the living room. I couldn't hear Logan typing. Strange. He's usually hard at work at this time.
I walked over to the answering machine and pushed the button. I jotted down informant messages, then I heard Krit's voice.
"¡Hola hermana!" Krit's voice played from the machine. Then a small laugh. "I just wanted to let you know that I got to Mexico all right. I'm with Jace right now and all is well. Well, I'll call you sometime this week. Be home! Adiós."
I rolled my eyes. Be home. Krit expects the whole world to stop for him...but he is my brother.
Another message started, but it was just a bunch of static. I couldn't make out any of the words, except for one. Logan. That message was definitely for Logan, but I had no idea from who.
I shrugged and walked over to my bedroom. I had to do some redecorating, but Logan didn't mind. He didn't mind anything really. When Bling told me about Logan's fabulous cooking skills, I thought he was lying. It hadn't been anything but take-out and frozen pizza since I got here.
I pulled out a pair of jeans and a gray sweatshirt from a drawer and changed into them. I didn't plan on going out that night. That night was the night. Logan was going to be sad. It'd been two months since Max died. Logan was always sad at the end of the month, but he got better pretty fast.
I tucked my hair behind my ears to keep it out of my face and I heard the door open. Giggling? Was that giggling? I walked out of my bedroom and went to the door. Sketchy was supporting a very drunk Logan.
"Hiya!" Logan exclaimed as I came into view. I glared at Sketchy.
"Hey, I was trying to get his mind off-"
"Yeah, yeah." I said, cutting Sketchy off. The last thing Logan needed to hear was a three letter word that begins with M, ends with X, and has an A in the middle.
"Okay, well, I'll leave him here with you." Sketchy said and let go of Logan, who hobbled into the living room. I smacked Sketchy hard on the arm. "Ow!"
"That's what you get!" I said angrily.
"Sorry." Sketchy mumbled and walked off.
I slammed the door. I wasn't really angry, I just needed to slam something. I needed to hear a loud noise. I walked in the living room and saw Logan sitting on the couch, with his hands over his face.
"I'm not really drunk you know." He said. "I was just acting so Sketchy would let me leave."
"Oh." I murmured feebly.
There was another knock on the door. I got a little angry. If Sketchy was back...
I walked to the door and opened it roughly, expecting Sketchy to be standing there, but the anger rushed out of me. It was a tired looking woman who looked to be in her late twenties.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, I'm looking for Logan Cale." She said sweetly. Too sweetly for me.
"He's here." I said. I felt Logan walk up behind me.
"Asha?" I heard him practically whisper.
I heard something in his voice that I didn't like. I could tell that I did not like Asha.