The Letter
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters they all belong to James Cameron. I wish I did own some of them. Too Bad.
A/N This is a short fic about a letter that Max wrote to Logan before AJBAC. He is just receiving the letter now.
Original Cindy walked down the long hallway to Logan Cale's apartment. It had been almost a week since Max and Zack had gone to take Manticore down. In her hand she held a letter Max had written to Logan. She walked to Logan's door ad knocked. She waited and when the door opened she could tell that Logan hadn't slept or eaten in days.
"Cindy, what are you doing here?" He said gruffly. His shirt was wrinkled and had stains on it. It wasn't like him to look so unkempt.
"I have something for you from Max. She gave it to me just before she left."
"Oh." He reached out and took if from her. He turned it over and over in his hand. Looking for anything that might alert him to what was inside. "Do you want to come in?" he asked.
"No, that's okay. I just stopped by to drop it off on my way to work. I'll probably be late but I had to get you the letter she made me promise to get it to you. So I'll leave you to open it in peace." She turned to walk away but stopped. "She loved you Logan you know that right more then a friend. All she wanted was to be free of Manticore but I guess that I didn't have to tell you that. She didn't want to have to worry about her life or yours being in danger. You two deserved to be happy together I know that much. She gave up her life doing what she knew was right."
"We'll never get the chance to find out what could have been. We spent a year dancing around each other and now we'll never know what might have been."
Cindy put her hand on Logan's shoulder comfortingly. "I know, but at least we have memories, keep trying to think of the good times that you had together. I'll see you later Logan take care of yourself and change your clothes you look like hell frozen over." He smiled lightly at her hell comment; she then hugged him tight, and walked slowly down the hall.
~*~
Logan sat at his desk staring at the letter. He didn't have the heart to open it, not yet. He wasn't ready to let Max go he didn't know if he ever would be.
He hadn't slept in two days he hadn't dared to. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was her limp form in his arms, her beautiful eyes closed forever. At night he lay awake in his bed imagining her. He had waking dreams as he stared at the computer screen. He dreamed that she was on a mission and would walk through the door at any moment, but he knew that, that wasn't true.
He kept himself busy, not wanting to stop. He typed away on his computer hacking trying to do anything that would keep his mind off of her. He didn't stop day in or day out because when he did, he had to face the fact that she was really gone and he didn't want to. He put the letter in his desk drawer not wanting to open it yet. He knew that he shouldn't but he blamed himself for what had happened. If he had gotten there only a few seconds earlier he could have stopped the X-7 that had shot Max and then maybe she'd still be alive.
~*~
Three weeks later, forgetting her hadn't been any easier. Nothing was the same anymore. He didn't find her picking the lock to his apartment and he missed that. It was funny; the small things were what he missed the most. Him coming in from the market finding her raiding his fridge. Their almost annual dinners together, talking about her friends, her work anything that would make small talk and then the more in depth conversations about the next thing that she would have to steal for him.
Every time something went wrong his first instinct was to call Max. She had always been there to fix everything. He had almost dialed her pager number when he had something that he needed her to get. He had a message from her on his answering machine that he played over and over again just to hear her voice.
He knew that over time the pain would lessen. He would never forget her, he couldn't but the pain would be easier to deal with as time went on. That thought came to a screeching halt.
He was looking through his desk drawers looking for some papers that her had misplaced when he found the plain whit envelope. He had completely forgotten about it so finally after staring at it for 20 minutes he opened it.
Dear Logan,
If you're reading this letter than something has happened to me. Chances are Cindy probably gave you this letter, you forgot about it and you just opened it. I know I'm right with all the papers on your desk it was probably buried for awhile. Cindy promised me before we left that she would give this to you if I didn't return. So I guess that I didn't return and for that I am so sorry.
As I sit here with the city spread out at my feet I think about all the wonderful times that we have spent together over the last year. Of course there were some fights that could have been avoided, we were both just too stubborn to change our minds. Admit it you are just as stubborn as I am sometimes.
The greatest gift that I have ever known was you. I can see you in my minds eye sitting at your desk reading this and I feel an overwhelming sense of love for you. If you think that my death was your fault, don't. You're thinking that if you hadn't put the idea of storming Manticore in my head. Forget it, when could you ever tell me what to do? I chose my life, I did what I wanted, and not even you could change that.
I'm free now, from everything, Manticore can't hurt me anymore and I know that in some big way you played a part in all of that. I know you think of death as ending I did too at first. But to me this is how a person goes dying for important things-that to me is better than living safe. Not that I ever did anything safe especially when it came down to doing something for you.
I hope that this letter finds you well and safe. I don't want you to be sad. I know I died doing the right thing. I gave the biggest thing that I had to give to you, my heart all of it. After everything that we've been through together you deserve it. For a long time before I met you I didn't even think that I had a heart. I wanted to be the cold heartless bitch so that no one would have the chance to hurt me. But after meeting you that all changed, you showed me that I didn't have to be afraid, that every guy wasn't going to hurt me, and for some unknown reason, I believed you. I still believe that. You've saved my butt more than once and I saved more then once, we're even.
Mostly I want you to be happy. Don't dwell on what you can't change. I want you to find someone you can be happy with. Someone who makes you feel good about yourself. You have to live for me. Live your life to the fullest take risks no matter what happens.
I want you to remember that I love you and that I know in my heart that you love me too. Even though you never said as much. I could see it in your eyes when you looked at me. Take care of yourself; don't do anything that I wouldn't do, which is nothing.
I will forever be in your heart and you in mine,
MAX
Logan folded up the letter and for the first time since the siege, his pent up emotions bust out of control. He needed to hit something so he went to his home gym and pounded on his punching bag. At that moment he realized that everything sooner or later was going to be okay. That Max knew what he was always trying to tell her, that he loved her and that she loved him. Max loved him and at that moment he could feel the pieces of his broken heart slowly starting to mend.
A/N: Thanks to those of you who read the story please review it, I would very much appreciate it. Thanks for Reading!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters they all belong to James Cameron. I wish I did own some of them. Too Bad.
A/N This is a short fic about a letter that Max wrote to Logan before AJBAC. He is just receiving the letter now.
Original Cindy walked down the long hallway to Logan Cale's apartment. It had been almost a week since Max and Zack had gone to take Manticore down. In her hand she held a letter Max had written to Logan. She walked to Logan's door ad knocked. She waited and when the door opened she could tell that Logan hadn't slept or eaten in days.
"Cindy, what are you doing here?" He said gruffly. His shirt was wrinkled and had stains on it. It wasn't like him to look so unkempt.
"I have something for you from Max. She gave it to me just before she left."
"Oh." He reached out and took if from her. He turned it over and over in his hand. Looking for anything that might alert him to what was inside. "Do you want to come in?" he asked.
"No, that's okay. I just stopped by to drop it off on my way to work. I'll probably be late but I had to get you the letter she made me promise to get it to you. So I'll leave you to open it in peace." She turned to walk away but stopped. "She loved you Logan you know that right more then a friend. All she wanted was to be free of Manticore but I guess that I didn't have to tell you that. She didn't want to have to worry about her life or yours being in danger. You two deserved to be happy together I know that much. She gave up her life doing what she knew was right."
"We'll never get the chance to find out what could have been. We spent a year dancing around each other and now we'll never know what might have been."
Cindy put her hand on Logan's shoulder comfortingly. "I know, but at least we have memories, keep trying to think of the good times that you had together. I'll see you later Logan take care of yourself and change your clothes you look like hell frozen over." He smiled lightly at her hell comment; she then hugged him tight, and walked slowly down the hall.
~*~
Logan sat at his desk staring at the letter. He didn't have the heart to open it, not yet. He wasn't ready to let Max go he didn't know if he ever would be.
He hadn't slept in two days he hadn't dared to. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was her limp form in his arms, her beautiful eyes closed forever. At night he lay awake in his bed imagining her. He had waking dreams as he stared at the computer screen. He dreamed that she was on a mission and would walk through the door at any moment, but he knew that, that wasn't true.
He kept himself busy, not wanting to stop. He typed away on his computer hacking trying to do anything that would keep his mind off of her. He didn't stop day in or day out because when he did, he had to face the fact that she was really gone and he didn't want to. He put the letter in his desk drawer not wanting to open it yet. He knew that he shouldn't but he blamed himself for what had happened. If he had gotten there only a few seconds earlier he could have stopped the X-7 that had shot Max and then maybe she'd still be alive.
~*~
Three weeks later, forgetting her hadn't been any easier. Nothing was the same anymore. He didn't find her picking the lock to his apartment and he missed that. It was funny; the small things were what he missed the most. Him coming in from the market finding her raiding his fridge. Their almost annual dinners together, talking about her friends, her work anything that would make small talk and then the more in depth conversations about the next thing that she would have to steal for him.
Every time something went wrong his first instinct was to call Max. She had always been there to fix everything. He had almost dialed her pager number when he had something that he needed her to get. He had a message from her on his answering machine that he played over and over again just to hear her voice.
He knew that over time the pain would lessen. He would never forget her, he couldn't but the pain would be easier to deal with as time went on. That thought came to a screeching halt.
He was looking through his desk drawers looking for some papers that her had misplaced when he found the plain whit envelope. He had completely forgotten about it so finally after staring at it for 20 minutes he opened it.
Dear Logan,
If you're reading this letter than something has happened to me. Chances are Cindy probably gave you this letter, you forgot about it and you just opened it. I know I'm right with all the papers on your desk it was probably buried for awhile. Cindy promised me before we left that she would give this to you if I didn't return. So I guess that I didn't return and for that I am so sorry.
As I sit here with the city spread out at my feet I think about all the wonderful times that we have spent together over the last year. Of course there were some fights that could have been avoided, we were both just too stubborn to change our minds. Admit it you are just as stubborn as I am sometimes.
The greatest gift that I have ever known was you. I can see you in my minds eye sitting at your desk reading this and I feel an overwhelming sense of love for you. If you think that my death was your fault, don't. You're thinking that if you hadn't put the idea of storming Manticore in my head. Forget it, when could you ever tell me what to do? I chose my life, I did what I wanted, and not even you could change that.
I'm free now, from everything, Manticore can't hurt me anymore and I know that in some big way you played a part in all of that. I know you think of death as ending I did too at first. But to me this is how a person goes dying for important things-that to me is better than living safe. Not that I ever did anything safe especially when it came down to doing something for you.
I hope that this letter finds you well and safe. I don't want you to be sad. I know I died doing the right thing. I gave the biggest thing that I had to give to you, my heart all of it. After everything that we've been through together you deserve it. For a long time before I met you I didn't even think that I had a heart. I wanted to be the cold heartless bitch so that no one would have the chance to hurt me. But after meeting you that all changed, you showed me that I didn't have to be afraid, that every guy wasn't going to hurt me, and for some unknown reason, I believed you. I still believe that. You've saved my butt more than once and I saved more then once, we're even.
Mostly I want you to be happy. Don't dwell on what you can't change. I want you to find someone you can be happy with. Someone who makes you feel good about yourself. You have to live for me. Live your life to the fullest take risks no matter what happens.
I want you to remember that I love you and that I know in my heart that you love me too. Even though you never said as much. I could see it in your eyes when you looked at me. Take care of yourself; don't do anything that I wouldn't do, which is nothing.
I will forever be in your heart and you in mine,
MAX
Logan folded up the letter and for the first time since the siege, his pent up emotions bust out of control. He needed to hit something so he went to his home gym and pounded on his punching bag. At that moment he realized that everything sooner or later was going to be okay. That Max knew what he was always trying to tell her, that he loved her and that she loved him. Max loved him and at that moment he could feel the pieces of his broken heart slowly starting to mend.
A/N: Thanks to those of you who read the story please review it, I would very much appreciate it. Thanks for Reading!!!