TITLE: State of Mind
WRITTEN BY: Drea Jackman
EMAIL: DreaJackman@Literati.co.uk
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: When Logan & Max are drawing closer by the day, what could fate possibly throw at them next?
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters involved. They belong to Cameron/Eglee Producions :(
ARCHIVE: If I've said yes before I'll say it again, otherwise email me 'n' lemme know.
FEEDBACK: Don't make me beg, please? ...D'OH!
A/N: Just another fic spat out thanks to an overactive muse. *sigh* The torment is killing me. I have SO many fic's here all half done and the ones that are finished I haven't had time to type up. I'm SORRY! Lol, I'm doin' the best I can. If this one sucks, just pretend you didn't read it :) Actually lemme know cause I have the next few chapters in the works as we speak.
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"Tomorrow?" Logan's voice tested in his typically soft manner as he leaned in the doorway of the elevator in his apartment. Max stood inside leaning on the other side much like him as she looked up at him with eyes that sparkled, revealing the happy glow of yet another evening at Logan's. Dinner, desert, a few games of chess which, of course she'd done the only thing she could've and won. And then there was the conversation. Always relaxed and comfortable. It had become a regular highlight with them both.
"Yeah," she said softly. "Tomorrow."
Logan beamed and his eyes took on the same radiant glow hers had shown him. His reaction was completely worth repeating her answer a million times over, but Max managed to fight off the temptation and just enjoyed the response her words had elicited.
Both stepped back from the elevator doorway, eyes still locked in an afterglow state as their bodies hummed with the enjoyment of the evening. Max reached over and pressed the ground floor button and as the elevator doors began to slide closed, their eyes finally broke their holding gaze.
Logan stood perfectly still as if frozen in the moment that had occurred as the doors had taken Max's image from his eyes. Staring at the last spot he'd seen her in he found himself content to stay there and reflect on the evenings events. After a few moments of standing there in complete silence, Logan sighed with another smile as he turned slowly with a slight, but knowing nod to himself and walked back to the living room, the only sound audible was the constant but gentle whir of the exosuit around his lower half.
The ride down in the elevator was a long one for Max. Actually, to her it felt like every second was one far too long spent away from Logan. It wasn't conscious or conjured out of want, and regardless of what she'd always told herself existed between Logan and her, or not, she found herself thinking of him anyway. She couldn't stop the thoughts anymore than she could stop breathing the air. Okay, so she had to briefly stop to remind herself that she could stop breathing the air longer than most, but the eventual outcome was always the same, no matter how delayed. Her eyes still sparkled with the contentment of her evening had brought and she didn't hold her usual stance either. She leaned against the adjacent wall of the elevator in the same spot she'd been in before the doors had drawn closed and taken the blue of Logan's eyes away.
Suddenly Max snapped back from once again drowning in his cerulean depths as the elevator sounded her destination had arrived and the heavy metal doors lurched open. Shrugging it off she walked out onto the street and stopped by her motorcycle. As she drew the keys out of her pocket she looked up, way up towards the penthouse where she'd been spending more and more time. Dinner used to be a once, maybe twice weekly thing for them when Eyes Only wasn't on a mission to save the world, but recently it'd become more frequent.
First it was three times in that first week, then four the next after the following weekend, but always staggered. Tonight she'd felt powerless in denying his further request of her. Dinner tomorrow. Max felt as if she'd been living there the past week and if it went on a timed basis, she'd have been right. She hadn't really spent a whole day's worth of time away from him in the past week. Something told her the next night would be no different.
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The next night Max arrived at Fogle Towers at the usual time. Securing her bike she went inside and entered the elevator, clicking on the penthouse as her desired destination. Her attire was no less flattering than it normally was even in it's casual nature. The usual blue jeans and short-sleeved top, tonight wine red in colour.
As the elevator stopped and the great doors swung open Max walked across the small hallway and stopped by the door to Logan's apartment. It was another habit she'd found herself keeping lately. Knocking three times she awaited the reply from inside. The seconds passed gradually and finally the door swung open to reveal Logan, a content smile on his face.
"Hey," he greeted the much-loved sight before him.
"Hey yourself," Max replied as she walked inside at his gesture.
"Y'know you can just walk in without knocking," he said closing the door behind her.
"Yeah," she sighed slipping out of her jacket. Immediately her mind thought of how easy it was for her to usually just pick his lock and get in that way, but the afterthought of home kept growing in her mind until she couldn't ignore it any longer. Logan letting her come and go as she pleased, without the need for lock-picking was almost like handing her a key to the penthouse itself.
"So, why'd you stop?"
Max didn't really want to say it was mainly because of the fact that she liked watching his face light up the way she was almost certain hers did upon the opening of the door standing between them, so she played around it hoping to avoid the less comfortable idea that it was because she was beginning to feel like being at Fogle Towers with him was more home than her own was.
"A girl has her reasons."
"Yeah," Logan said looking at her unconvinced. "Okay."
Following Max into the living room space Logan glanced around the room checking it over again. He smiled knowingly to himself as he noted it's appearance. Perfect, now that Max was standing in it. Max looked around herself as she moved to the couch where she dumped her jacket over the side. The room was set up typical of Logan. Main lights dimmed down, candles surrounding the ledge beneath the huge windows on the far walls.
Her eyes also fell to the bottle of wine complete with two wine glasses set neatly by an already prepared chess board. Max smiled to herself again thanking him in an unspoken voice for his attention to the little things.
"I'll be in the kitchen," Logan said gesturing behind him.
"Y'know one of these days you're really going to have to teach me how to cook up something to tantalize the taste buds," Max rhymed off with a smile.
"I think we'll be able to arrange that," Logan replied echoing her smile as he turned back to the kitchen area.
Max nodded slightly pleased with herself and turned towards the windows that Logan had delicately illuminated with rows of candles. Their soft light reflected in the glass panes and lit up the distant corner with a warm glow. Max couldn't resist the urge to go and stand within it's glow as she stared out of the windows just enjoying the feeling of being someplace safe and warm.
Over the past week she'd slowly come to the conclusion that Fogle Towers was as much home as anywhere else. Staring out over the darkened city below Max corrected herself. It wasn't Fogle Towers, it was anyplace Logan was, anyplace she could be with him. He made her feel safe, protected and even loved. To her it may not have been the complicated love the likes of which Original Cindy kept insisting existed between them, but the love of a best friend, a soul mate. But, what she had to agree to in that moment was that it was the relationship that threatened to spill over and become much more in a hurry. In truth it scared her to think that something so powerful could already exist beneath the surface and that it could manifest itself with great ease, using her as a pawn in doing so to further the relationship. She'd been putting off talking about it all week, but even she knew she couldn't hide it forever.
Logan returned minutes later carrying two lavishly spread plates. There was a host of delicious looking foods portioned on both and Max almost felt her stomach growl at the sight. Walking to Logan their eyes locked again, the same kind of giddy happiness ceasing them and leaving them powerless to do little else. Without a word Logan held out both plates for Max, who took them from him equally as silent. Neither flinched in the slightest as they felt their fingers brush against each other.
"I forgot the wine," Logan breathed softly.
"Hurry back, " Max replied equally as soft as she watched him take a few steps back before turning into the kitchen. She took their dinner into the dining area just off the main living room and set the plates down on the dining table. The apartment was perfect, the evening was perfect and the company, he was perfect too.
Suddenly the serenity of the reflective moment shattered as a loud crash echoed back from the kitchen and even over the loud thud of her heart beating rapidly Max could hear the muffled gasp from Logan. Within seconds she'd left the dining area and crossed the living room to reach the kitchen.
"Logan?" she called worried. The sight that greeted her only made her heart race faster and the sickening worry increase to near panic.
"Logan!"
WRITTEN BY: Drea Jackman
EMAIL: DreaJackman@Literati.co.uk
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: When Logan & Max are drawing closer by the day, what could fate possibly throw at them next?
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters involved. They belong to Cameron/Eglee Producions :(
ARCHIVE: If I've said yes before I'll say it again, otherwise email me 'n' lemme know.
FEEDBACK: Don't make me beg, please? ...D'OH!
A/N: Just another fic spat out thanks to an overactive muse. *sigh* The torment is killing me. I have SO many fic's here all half done and the ones that are finished I haven't had time to type up. I'm SORRY! Lol, I'm doin' the best I can. If this one sucks, just pretend you didn't read it :) Actually lemme know cause I have the next few chapters in the works as we speak.
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"Tomorrow?" Logan's voice tested in his typically soft manner as he leaned in the doorway of the elevator in his apartment. Max stood inside leaning on the other side much like him as she looked up at him with eyes that sparkled, revealing the happy glow of yet another evening at Logan's. Dinner, desert, a few games of chess which, of course she'd done the only thing she could've and won. And then there was the conversation. Always relaxed and comfortable. It had become a regular highlight with them both.
"Yeah," she said softly. "Tomorrow."
Logan beamed and his eyes took on the same radiant glow hers had shown him. His reaction was completely worth repeating her answer a million times over, but Max managed to fight off the temptation and just enjoyed the response her words had elicited.
Both stepped back from the elevator doorway, eyes still locked in an afterglow state as their bodies hummed with the enjoyment of the evening. Max reached over and pressed the ground floor button and as the elevator doors began to slide closed, their eyes finally broke their holding gaze.
Logan stood perfectly still as if frozen in the moment that had occurred as the doors had taken Max's image from his eyes. Staring at the last spot he'd seen her in he found himself content to stay there and reflect on the evenings events. After a few moments of standing there in complete silence, Logan sighed with another smile as he turned slowly with a slight, but knowing nod to himself and walked back to the living room, the only sound audible was the constant but gentle whir of the exosuit around his lower half.
The ride down in the elevator was a long one for Max. Actually, to her it felt like every second was one far too long spent away from Logan. It wasn't conscious or conjured out of want, and regardless of what she'd always told herself existed between Logan and her, or not, she found herself thinking of him anyway. She couldn't stop the thoughts anymore than she could stop breathing the air. Okay, so she had to briefly stop to remind herself that she could stop breathing the air longer than most, but the eventual outcome was always the same, no matter how delayed. Her eyes still sparkled with the contentment of her evening had brought and she didn't hold her usual stance either. She leaned against the adjacent wall of the elevator in the same spot she'd been in before the doors had drawn closed and taken the blue of Logan's eyes away.
Suddenly Max snapped back from once again drowning in his cerulean depths as the elevator sounded her destination had arrived and the heavy metal doors lurched open. Shrugging it off she walked out onto the street and stopped by her motorcycle. As she drew the keys out of her pocket she looked up, way up towards the penthouse where she'd been spending more and more time. Dinner used to be a once, maybe twice weekly thing for them when Eyes Only wasn't on a mission to save the world, but recently it'd become more frequent.
First it was three times in that first week, then four the next after the following weekend, but always staggered. Tonight she'd felt powerless in denying his further request of her. Dinner tomorrow. Max felt as if she'd been living there the past week and if it went on a timed basis, she'd have been right. She hadn't really spent a whole day's worth of time away from him in the past week. Something told her the next night would be no different.
* * *
The next night Max arrived at Fogle Towers at the usual time. Securing her bike she went inside and entered the elevator, clicking on the penthouse as her desired destination. Her attire was no less flattering than it normally was even in it's casual nature. The usual blue jeans and short-sleeved top, tonight wine red in colour.
As the elevator stopped and the great doors swung open Max walked across the small hallway and stopped by the door to Logan's apartment. It was another habit she'd found herself keeping lately. Knocking three times she awaited the reply from inside. The seconds passed gradually and finally the door swung open to reveal Logan, a content smile on his face.
"Hey," he greeted the much-loved sight before him.
"Hey yourself," Max replied as she walked inside at his gesture.
"Y'know you can just walk in without knocking," he said closing the door behind her.
"Yeah," she sighed slipping out of her jacket. Immediately her mind thought of how easy it was for her to usually just pick his lock and get in that way, but the afterthought of home kept growing in her mind until she couldn't ignore it any longer. Logan letting her come and go as she pleased, without the need for lock-picking was almost like handing her a key to the penthouse itself.
"So, why'd you stop?"
Max didn't really want to say it was mainly because of the fact that she liked watching his face light up the way she was almost certain hers did upon the opening of the door standing between them, so she played around it hoping to avoid the less comfortable idea that it was because she was beginning to feel like being at Fogle Towers with him was more home than her own was.
"A girl has her reasons."
"Yeah," Logan said looking at her unconvinced. "Okay."
Following Max into the living room space Logan glanced around the room checking it over again. He smiled knowingly to himself as he noted it's appearance. Perfect, now that Max was standing in it. Max looked around herself as she moved to the couch where she dumped her jacket over the side. The room was set up typical of Logan. Main lights dimmed down, candles surrounding the ledge beneath the huge windows on the far walls.
Her eyes also fell to the bottle of wine complete with two wine glasses set neatly by an already prepared chess board. Max smiled to herself again thanking him in an unspoken voice for his attention to the little things.
"I'll be in the kitchen," Logan said gesturing behind him.
"Y'know one of these days you're really going to have to teach me how to cook up something to tantalize the taste buds," Max rhymed off with a smile.
"I think we'll be able to arrange that," Logan replied echoing her smile as he turned back to the kitchen area.
Max nodded slightly pleased with herself and turned towards the windows that Logan had delicately illuminated with rows of candles. Their soft light reflected in the glass panes and lit up the distant corner with a warm glow. Max couldn't resist the urge to go and stand within it's glow as she stared out of the windows just enjoying the feeling of being someplace safe and warm.
Over the past week she'd slowly come to the conclusion that Fogle Towers was as much home as anywhere else. Staring out over the darkened city below Max corrected herself. It wasn't Fogle Towers, it was anyplace Logan was, anyplace she could be with him. He made her feel safe, protected and even loved. To her it may not have been the complicated love the likes of which Original Cindy kept insisting existed between them, but the love of a best friend, a soul mate. But, what she had to agree to in that moment was that it was the relationship that threatened to spill over and become much more in a hurry. In truth it scared her to think that something so powerful could already exist beneath the surface and that it could manifest itself with great ease, using her as a pawn in doing so to further the relationship. She'd been putting off talking about it all week, but even she knew she couldn't hide it forever.
Logan returned minutes later carrying two lavishly spread plates. There was a host of delicious looking foods portioned on both and Max almost felt her stomach growl at the sight. Walking to Logan their eyes locked again, the same kind of giddy happiness ceasing them and leaving them powerless to do little else. Without a word Logan held out both plates for Max, who took them from him equally as silent. Neither flinched in the slightest as they felt their fingers brush against each other.
"I forgot the wine," Logan breathed softly.
"Hurry back, " Max replied equally as soft as she watched him take a few steps back before turning into the kitchen. She took their dinner into the dining area just off the main living room and set the plates down on the dining table. The apartment was perfect, the evening was perfect and the company, he was perfect too.
Suddenly the serenity of the reflective moment shattered as a loud crash echoed back from the kitchen and even over the loud thud of her heart beating rapidly Max could hear the muffled gasp from Logan. Within seconds she'd left the dining area and crossed the living room to reach the kitchen.
"Logan?" she called worried. The sight that greeted her only made her heart race faster and the sickening worry increase to near panic.
"Logan!"