A Thousand Different Reasons
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel, I'm not sadistic enough to have thought up all that angst. If you don't like it, take it up with the owners, James Cameron and that Eglee fellow. It's their fault, not mine. Only thing I own in this whole piece of work is the spiral it was written in, and the computer I typed it on.
"It was the right thing to do, let her go, for a thousand different reasons. And I always do the right thing, right?" – Logan Cale
"You did the right thing, Max." Over the past two years, she'd heard those words quite often. She'd grown to love them in some way, the feeling of self worth they gave her, the sense of purpose that she got from them. She knew it wasn't the words themselves, if it had been just that she'd have been okay, she could have gone on without them.
But it was the way that he said them. She remembered the first time he said them to her, when she'd gone back to see him after the whole mess with Sonrisa, and most recently after she'd escaped Manticore, and let all the other transgenics out. Part of her wished that he was there with her, and that it was him telling her she'd done the right thing, his voice low and soothing as his crystalline blue eyes gazed at her.
Instead, it was Alec; Alec with his devil-may-care attitude and wiseass exterior. Alec who had lost her the one real chance she and Logan had to cure the virus. Part of her wanted to throw him off the Space Needle. The rest of her hurt too much to move, even when she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder and heard him ask, "Max?"
She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing, soft inhalations and exhalations, defying the anvil sized weight that seemed to have settled on her chest. She dropped her head forward, dark locks of hair falling over her face as she struggled to hold it all in, to suck it up and be the good soldier, but then the hand that had been on her shoulder lightly touched the back of her neck and she flinched, "Don't." she snapped hoarsely, and the light touch was immediately removed.
Unbidden, an image of Logan as she last saw him flashed through her brain, his expression as she turned away from him. Disbelief and betrayal… and broken, she couldn't let herself forget that. He'd get over it; find somebody else to share a life with. The normal, happy life that he deserved, the one she wanted with him but couldn't have. He had to. Otherwise what was the point?
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel, I'm not sadistic enough to have thought up all that angst. If you don't like it, take it up with the owners, James Cameron and that Eglee fellow. It's their fault, not mine. Only thing I own in this whole piece of work is the spiral it was written in, and the computer I typed it on.
"It was the right thing to do, let her go, for a thousand different reasons. And I always do the right thing, right?" – Logan Cale
"You did the right thing, Max." Over the past two years, she'd heard those words quite often. She'd grown to love them in some way, the feeling of self worth they gave her, the sense of purpose that she got from them. She knew it wasn't the words themselves, if it had been just that she'd have been okay, she could have gone on without them.
But it was the way that he said them. She remembered the first time he said them to her, when she'd gone back to see him after the whole mess with Sonrisa, and most recently after she'd escaped Manticore, and let all the other transgenics out. Part of her wished that he was there with her, and that it was him telling her she'd done the right thing, his voice low and soothing as his crystalline blue eyes gazed at her.
Instead, it was Alec; Alec with his devil-may-care attitude and wiseass exterior. Alec who had lost her the one real chance she and Logan had to cure the virus. Part of her wanted to throw him off the Space Needle. The rest of her hurt too much to move, even when she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder and heard him ask, "Max?"
She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing, soft inhalations and exhalations, defying the anvil sized weight that seemed to have settled on her chest. She dropped her head forward, dark locks of hair falling over her face as she struggled to hold it all in, to suck it up and be the good soldier, but then the hand that had been on her shoulder lightly touched the back of her neck and she flinched, "Don't." she snapped hoarsely, and the light touch was immediately removed.
Unbidden, an image of Logan as she last saw him flashed through her brain, his expression as she turned away from him. Disbelief and betrayal… and broken, she couldn't let herself forget that. He'd get over it; find somebody else to share a life with. The normal, happy life that he deserved, the one she wanted with him but couldn't have. He had to. Otherwise what was the point?