Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel, Max, Logan, etc. If I did why would I be posting stories here? Wouldn't I be off enjoying an obscenely large amount of money? All I've got is a bent penny.
Spoilers. Most of the first season including "AJBAC," but Max was never captured. Plus a few hints from the second season, although I've kinda played around with the time line.
A/N: This is my first fan fic. I've read a ton and decided that it was my turn to contribute. This happens with a modified "AJBAC," so everybody's still around. Please Review. I want to konw if I should keep writing or not.
A/N 2: I fixed some grammer/spelling stuff...
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CHAPTER 1
10:37 PM
WATERFRONT WAREHOUSE
"Come on, is that all you guys got?" Max asked. Yet again she was 'fighting the good fight' and running errands for Logan. And again the bad guys couldn't be tamer. But for once Max was actually looking for a decent fight.
The Red threat was long gone, but it had taken some time for Max to fully recover. Even with all of her Manticore genetics the beating Max had received took its time in her system. But there was one scar in particular that wouldn't be going away. Just under her barcode there was a small circle, the implant's entrance, and it would probably be with her for as long as her barcode remained.
Suddenly another guy came at her, fists flying. Max easily ducked under his arms and threw him over her back and this time when the cement met his face he stayed down. Surveying the damage Max didn't see so much as a twitch from any of the four men.
"You guys are pathetic! I didn't even break a sweat!" As she said this Max pulled a cell phone from one man's pocket, and once the police were on their way she let the phone fall to the ground while she vanished. Sometimes she would have worried about fingerprints, but the black leather gloves that accompanied her cat suit prevented any such evidence. By the time the first hover-drone appeared the taillights of Max's Ninja had already faded into the night.
10:58 PM
LOGAN'S APARTMENT
There was a soft creak as the door closed, but he already knew who it was. "Max, how'd it go?" Logan asked, acknowledging her prescience.
"I can't believe I had to take care of that! Those guys might as well have just turned themselves in," came Max's indignant reply.
"That easy? Huh," Logan wondered aloud.
"So, you find anything on Manticore lately?"
"Don't you think you'd be the first to know if I had?" Logan said. He'd been sitting at his computer since Max came in. After everything that had happened with his Manticore doctor, 'The Bride of Mengele' to Max, things between them hadn't been perfect.
"Are you okay Logan?"
"Fine," came his stiff reply as he turned back to his computer screen. "Well, I've gotta get back to work. I'll page you if I need anything else."
Max hated it when Logan got like this. She quickly turned to leave the apartment, but when she reached the door she noticed Bling, "Bye Bling," she said defeatedly.
"Later Max."
Then she was gone. Bling, coming from the kitchen after realizing that someone else we here, could tell from Max's face, not to mention her voice, that Logan was blowing her off. Again. Bling also knew that if Logan was blowing off Max then something was wrong.
"Logan, are you alright?"
"Fine," Logan said. When Bling just stood there he added, "Do you need something?"
"Why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
"I said I'm fine. Just let me work."
Bling just stood there.
"Why don't you go and...do something?" Logan said turning to look at Bling.
"Because I know you. And after seeing how you just treated Max I know something's up."
Logan's gaze returned to the computer screen. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Fine. But don't take it out on Max," Bling commanded.
8:01 PM
STREETS OF SEATTLE/JAM PONY
Once again Max was on her bike heading back toward Jam Pony. As usual there were a few people sitting around, waiting for a 'Hot Run,' but Max, on the other hand, wanted to get out of there and do something.
She coasted up to Normal's counter and asked, "Got anything for me?"
"What? You? Actually asking for something to do?" Normal questioned before quickly grabbing a package from the table behind him. "Here you go. Randolph and 40th."
"Down by the docks?" Max wondered aloud.
"Yes. Docks. Go. Bip, bip, bip!"
Max rolled her eyes as she slipped the package into her bag and headed toward the door. But on the way out Original Cindy stopped her.
"Hey Boo. Where you headed?" she inquired.
"The Waterfront. Long run," came Max's reply.
Just then Normal's irritating voice interrupted, "Hot Run! 42nd street!"
"I got it," Original Cindy announced. To Max she said, "Hold up a sec and I'll come with ya." As soon as she'd gotten the package from Normal the two were on their way.
Max took off at a break-neck pace and after a block or two Original Cindy managed to catch up, "Damn girl. Where's the fire?"
This caught Max's attention and she realized how fast she was going. "Sorry," she said softly as she began to slow.
"You aiight Boo? Or'd Logan go and do somethin'?"
Max glanced at her, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Hey, I realize that you two are 'just friends' and all, but that don't mean he can't hurt your feelin's."
"Yeah, there is something going on, I just haven't figured out what yet."
As the two continued on their run the talk turned toward lighter subject matter, like what trick Max would pull at Crash tonight. Since Max had told Original Cindy the story behind the barcode some of her tricks had lost a bit of their effect. But those tricks still got the two of them easy beer money.
8:07 AM
LOGAN'S APARTMENT
Meanwhile Logan was searching for some new 'Eyes Only' material. Lately he hadn't been able to find anything too major. But as far as Logan was concerned that only meant that there had to be something brewing.
There was also the fact that right now distraction was what Logan needed. Although he wasn't particularly close with most of his family there were a special few of importance, to him anyway. At least there had been.
During his younger years Logan had spent a lot of time with his Aunt Marnie. He'd continued to visit with her since, but because she'd lived in Portland it wasn't always easy to do. Especially with all of the checkpoints that had been set-up since The Pulse.
But she had died, a couple of months before he met Max. It was then that he'd really buried himself with 'Eyes Only.' Even that wasn't too bad, at least until he'd gotten himself shot.
Since then things had been getting better. He and Max had gotten closer, sort of, her transfusions had gotten him walking again, and she'd found two more of her 'sisters,' one of which she'd, in a sense, rescued from Manticore. But as that had happened Logan realized that her blood wasn't all that it would take to keep him walking. And to top that off the only doctor he could reach, at least the only one with a prayer of keeping him on his feet, had been killed, by Lydecker himself no less.
What Logan needed was a break. Or more accurately a visit to see Aunt Marnie. But, of course, that wasn't really possible. As he reminisced Logan thought about her cabin, and the way that it always smelled of lilacs. There had been a few lilac trees about the house, but even when they weren't blooming or in season the scent still lingered.
Spoilers. Most of the first season including "AJBAC," but Max was never captured. Plus a few hints from the second season, although I've kinda played around with the time line.
A/N: This is my first fan fic. I've read a ton and decided that it was my turn to contribute. This happens with a modified "AJBAC," so everybody's still around. Please Review. I want to konw if I should keep writing or not.
A/N 2: I fixed some grammer/spelling stuff...
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CHAPTER 1
10:37 PM
WATERFRONT WAREHOUSE
"Come on, is that all you guys got?" Max asked. Yet again she was 'fighting the good fight' and running errands for Logan. And again the bad guys couldn't be tamer. But for once Max was actually looking for a decent fight.
The Red threat was long gone, but it had taken some time for Max to fully recover. Even with all of her Manticore genetics the beating Max had received took its time in her system. But there was one scar in particular that wouldn't be going away. Just under her barcode there was a small circle, the implant's entrance, and it would probably be with her for as long as her barcode remained.
Suddenly another guy came at her, fists flying. Max easily ducked under his arms and threw him over her back and this time when the cement met his face he stayed down. Surveying the damage Max didn't see so much as a twitch from any of the four men.
"You guys are pathetic! I didn't even break a sweat!" As she said this Max pulled a cell phone from one man's pocket, and once the police were on their way she let the phone fall to the ground while she vanished. Sometimes she would have worried about fingerprints, but the black leather gloves that accompanied her cat suit prevented any such evidence. By the time the first hover-drone appeared the taillights of Max's Ninja had already faded into the night.
10:58 PM
LOGAN'S APARTMENT
There was a soft creak as the door closed, but he already knew who it was. "Max, how'd it go?" Logan asked, acknowledging her prescience.
"I can't believe I had to take care of that! Those guys might as well have just turned themselves in," came Max's indignant reply.
"That easy? Huh," Logan wondered aloud.
"So, you find anything on Manticore lately?"
"Don't you think you'd be the first to know if I had?" Logan said. He'd been sitting at his computer since Max came in. After everything that had happened with his Manticore doctor, 'The Bride of Mengele' to Max, things between them hadn't been perfect.
"Are you okay Logan?"
"Fine," came his stiff reply as he turned back to his computer screen. "Well, I've gotta get back to work. I'll page you if I need anything else."
Max hated it when Logan got like this. She quickly turned to leave the apartment, but when she reached the door she noticed Bling, "Bye Bling," she said defeatedly.
"Later Max."
Then she was gone. Bling, coming from the kitchen after realizing that someone else we here, could tell from Max's face, not to mention her voice, that Logan was blowing her off. Again. Bling also knew that if Logan was blowing off Max then something was wrong.
"Logan, are you alright?"
"Fine," Logan said. When Bling just stood there he added, "Do you need something?"
"Why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
"I said I'm fine. Just let me work."
Bling just stood there.
"Why don't you go and...do something?" Logan said turning to look at Bling.
"Because I know you. And after seeing how you just treated Max I know something's up."
Logan's gaze returned to the computer screen. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Fine. But don't take it out on Max," Bling commanded.
8:01 PM
STREETS OF SEATTLE/JAM PONY
Once again Max was on her bike heading back toward Jam Pony. As usual there were a few people sitting around, waiting for a 'Hot Run,' but Max, on the other hand, wanted to get out of there and do something.
She coasted up to Normal's counter and asked, "Got anything for me?"
"What? You? Actually asking for something to do?" Normal questioned before quickly grabbing a package from the table behind him. "Here you go. Randolph and 40th."
"Down by the docks?" Max wondered aloud.
"Yes. Docks. Go. Bip, bip, bip!"
Max rolled her eyes as she slipped the package into her bag and headed toward the door. But on the way out Original Cindy stopped her.
"Hey Boo. Where you headed?" she inquired.
"The Waterfront. Long run," came Max's reply.
Just then Normal's irritating voice interrupted, "Hot Run! 42nd street!"
"I got it," Original Cindy announced. To Max she said, "Hold up a sec and I'll come with ya." As soon as she'd gotten the package from Normal the two were on their way.
Max took off at a break-neck pace and after a block or two Original Cindy managed to catch up, "Damn girl. Where's the fire?"
This caught Max's attention and she realized how fast she was going. "Sorry," she said softly as she began to slow.
"You aiight Boo? Or'd Logan go and do somethin'?"
Max glanced at her, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Hey, I realize that you two are 'just friends' and all, but that don't mean he can't hurt your feelin's."
"Yeah, there is something going on, I just haven't figured out what yet."
As the two continued on their run the talk turned toward lighter subject matter, like what trick Max would pull at Crash tonight. Since Max had told Original Cindy the story behind the barcode some of her tricks had lost a bit of their effect. But those tricks still got the two of them easy beer money.
8:07 AM
LOGAN'S APARTMENT
Meanwhile Logan was searching for some new 'Eyes Only' material. Lately he hadn't been able to find anything too major. But as far as Logan was concerned that only meant that there had to be something brewing.
There was also the fact that right now distraction was what Logan needed. Although he wasn't particularly close with most of his family there were a special few of importance, to him anyway. At least there had been.
During his younger years Logan had spent a lot of time with his Aunt Marnie. He'd continued to visit with her since, but because she'd lived in Portland it wasn't always easy to do. Especially with all of the checkpoints that had been set-up since The Pulse.
But she had died, a couple of months before he met Max. It was then that he'd really buried himself with 'Eyes Only.' Even that wasn't too bad, at least until he'd gotten himself shot.
Since then things had been getting better. He and Max had gotten closer, sort of, her transfusions had gotten him walking again, and she'd found two more of her 'sisters,' one of which she'd, in a sense, rescued from Manticore. But as that had happened Logan realized that her blood wasn't all that it would take to keep him walking. And to top that off the only doctor he could reach, at least the only one with a prayer of keeping him on his feet, had been killed, by Lydecker himself no less.
What Logan needed was a break. Or more accurately a visit to see Aunt Marnie. But, of course, that wasn't really possible. As he reminisced Logan thought about her cabin, and the way that it always smelled of lilacs. There had been a few lilac trees about the house, but even when they weren't blooming or in season the scent still lingered.