Disclaimer: the characters and show for the base of this story is not mine the proof of this is that I sure as hell wouldn't have canceled it after two years that was all the bright ideas of the mother fucking fox executives to whom I say fuck you.
AN: Wow it's been what like two years since I have written anything.
One little blue line and her life as she knew it was done. How is it that something so small can change everything so completely? I should leave now to Canada, and then who knows, maybe Europe she had always wanted to go there. Australia could be nice, and you couldn't really get further away then that. But she didn't want to go. There was something, no someone, keeping her in Seattle. She could picture saying goodbye to her friends, it would suck, but she could do it. It was him, she couldn't bare to say goodbye to him, especially not now. She found herself driving over there though. She would say goodbye, tell him she's in danger and she has to leave the country, it was that simple. Well it wasn't nearly that simple. It wasn't simple at all. There were her feelings for him, should she tell him now? Then there was the other thing…but no, she would keep it simple. "Logan I'm in danger, I'm leaving the country and I wont be coming back ever goodbye." She practiced it a thousand times on the ride over, she would walk right in say her line and walk back out. Don't let him speak it was the key to making this work. If she argued it with him she would never be able to make herself go, and she should go….shouldn't she? She was there standing out side his door, picking the lock as she muttered the line again in her head. Walking in with tunnel vision so she didn't see that the table had been set with candles, or hear that he put on a cd that he knew she really liked. She could do this. She found him in the kitchen and he turned toward her. 'Quick Max tell him your leaving' she told herself. "Logan, I'm pregnant."
AN: This was just a little something that popped up in my head let me know if I should continue it.
