Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own Dark Angel or it's characters, it all belongs to James Cameron, blah blah blah.
Time frame: Sometime in s2...after HL.
Rating: This probably won't get to be rated R. The highest it'll get is probably PG-13. Although this chapter could be considered G!!
A/N & Summary: the reason i'm writing this is because i just broke up with my bf of 2 years, and this is my way of taking my mind of that. so max is sorta doing the same thing, and starting all over again by leaving logan. this is gonna turn out to be a m/a thing.
The two main objects in the room were an odd girl and her telephone. How long had it been since Logan had called her? A day or two? No, not this time. Despite her desperate attempts of trying to get him to call her back, Logan hadn't made any effort to contact Max in over a week. Sure she could always stroll down to Foggle Towers, break into his apartment, and force a conversation out of him. That was always an option. But what was the point when it was obvious that Logan had given up? And sure he could sit there obediently particpating in the fake conversation, talking about the weather. But what was the point if he had given up?
Logan's little speech that he recited to Max as they sat in the back of convertible was just his way of telling her that he didn't think they could be together. As if that wasn't enough, Max knew that Logan thought it was her fault. He had somehow managed to pin every obstacle, every hurdle in their relationship upon Max. As hard as she tried, she couldn't deny the facts any longer. Logan wanted to be with her, but he had evidently given up the effort involved in keeping their relationship alive.
Now the rain outside had slowed to a soft drizzle, and the darkness threatened the fading sun with it's presence. The fragile form that was Max slipped on her jacket and gloves, and left the apartment for a night with her bike.
On such a calm night, the streets were surprisingly empty. Taking this to her advantage, Max sped up so she could feel the wind whip her hair up in whisps, and the cool air sting her cheeks. Riding her ninja had always been her way to escape the pressures of work, relationships, and even Manticore. But this time it did little help. In the end her thoughts still drifted back to Logan. Finally she thought, Why am I torturing myself like this?. She made a U-turn, and began making her way over to Foggle Towers.
She didn't hesitate to pick the lock and walk inside the apartment. The colours of her surroundings consumed her, and she felt the old comfort she had been longing for.
"Logan," Max called softly.
"Over here."
She walked into the living room to see Logan sitting on the couch with a glass of wind in hand.
"Hey," Logan said. Making no attempt to make eye contact.
"Hey yourself," Max said while smiling weakly. "Haven't heard from you in awhile."
"Yeah, well I've really busy. Eyes Only stuff."
"Need any help?" Max asked, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of the man she loved.
"No."
They stayed like that for a few seconds, in silence. Max standing in the doorframe clad in her black leather. Her eyes looked like those of a child. And Logan sitting on the expensive couch, holding his glass of red substitue in his hand. The substitue for what he wanted, which was Max. He made no attempt to make her feel welcome like he usually did, and he still had hardly looked at her. With a pained expression on her face, Max turned around to leave.
"Max! Have a seat, I need to talk to you."
She reversed her direction of travel, and had a seat across from Logan. The chair seemed strangely uncomfortable, almost as if the furniture itself didn't welcome her presence.
"What is it?"
"Max, I think you know what I'm going to say." He trailed off for a few seconds. "We always get through these sort of things. But I just don't think that's gonna happen this time." He paused inbetween sentences to have a sip of wine.
"So you're just giving up?" Max finally spoke the words that had been on her mind the whole ride over. "Max, we've been living in a relationship that's gone nowhere from the start. I love you Max, but if anything I'm just holding you back. You're still young, there's all sorts of doors open and offering opportunities for you. I'd be doing nothing but holding you back."
Although Max forced herself not to see it, Logan had an almost depressed look in his eyes. He had spent hours on trying to find the kindest words possible to end the relationship between the two of them, but to Max's ears his sentences were nothing but harsh lies. A single tear ran down her face, although she wasn't even aware of it. Without another word, she rushed out of the apartment. Outside she jumped on her bike and sped through the streets even faster than before.
The whole time her thoughts were racing. Some suggested anger, others sadness. But overall, the basic question she wanted answered was, Why? She couldn't even concentrate on the road. She got the bike and sat beside the road with her head between her legs. Heart wrenching sobs shook her entire body, and the sadness consumed her. She stayed like this for over 10 minutes, wondering, Why?. Finally she looked up to take in her surroundings. She was only a few buildings away from Alec's place.
Like an odd, lost little child she wandered up to his doorstep, shaky from all the crying she had done. She knocked so weakly on the door that not even Alec's genetically enhanced heard it. She knocked again, now just wanting to get inside and away from the darkness and the cold that the night always brought. Finally the door swung open, and Alec stood on the inside of the building staring at Max with disbelief.
TBC. Please people, review, review, review! I can't stress this enough, it's what makes we want to continue writing. So the more reviews the faster I'll post another chapter. I know this chapter was kinda weird, but it's all uphill from here, so just hang on.
Time frame: Sometime in s2...after HL.
Rating: This probably won't get to be rated R. The highest it'll get is probably PG-13. Although this chapter could be considered G!!
A/N & Summary: the reason i'm writing this is because i just broke up with my bf of 2 years, and this is my way of taking my mind of that. so max is sorta doing the same thing, and starting all over again by leaving logan. this is gonna turn out to be a m/a thing.
The two main objects in the room were an odd girl and her telephone. How long had it been since Logan had called her? A day or two? No, not this time. Despite her desperate attempts of trying to get him to call her back, Logan hadn't made any effort to contact Max in over a week. Sure she could always stroll down to Foggle Towers, break into his apartment, and force a conversation out of him. That was always an option. But what was the point when it was obvious that Logan had given up? And sure he could sit there obediently particpating in the fake conversation, talking about the weather. But what was the point if he had given up?
Logan's little speech that he recited to Max as they sat in the back of convertible was just his way of telling her that he didn't think they could be together. As if that wasn't enough, Max knew that Logan thought it was her fault. He had somehow managed to pin every obstacle, every hurdle in their relationship upon Max. As hard as she tried, she couldn't deny the facts any longer. Logan wanted to be with her, but he had evidently given up the effort involved in keeping their relationship alive.
Now the rain outside had slowed to a soft drizzle, and the darkness threatened the fading sun with it's presence. The fragile form that was Max slipped on her jacket and gloves, and left the apartment for a night with her bike.
On such a calm night, the streets were surprisingly empty. Taking this to her advantage, Max sped up so she could feel the wind whip her hair up in whisps, and the cool air sting her cheeks. Riding her ninja had always been her way to escape the pressures of work, relationships, and even Manticore. But this time it did little help. In the end her thoughts still drifted back to Logan. Finally she thought, Why am I torturing myself like this?. She made a U-turn, and began making her way over to Foggle Towers.
She didn't hesitate to pick the lock and walk inside the apartment. The colours of her surroundings consumed her, and she felt the old comfort she had been longing for.
"Logan," Max called softly.
"Over here."
She walked into the living room to see Logan sitting on the couch with a glass of wind in hand.
"Hey," Logan said. Making no attempt to make eye contact.
"Hey yourself," Max said while smiling weakly. "Haven't heard from you in awhile."
"Yeah, well I've really busy. Eyes Only stuff."
"Need any help?" Max asked, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of the man she loved.
"No."
They stayed like that for a few seconds, in silence. Max standing in the doorframe clad in her black leather. Her eyes looked like those of a child. And Logan sitting on the expensive couch, holding his glass of red substitue in his hand. The substitue for what he wanted, which was Max. He made no attempt to make her feel welcome like he usually did, and he still had hardly looked at her. With a pained expression on her face, Max turned around to leave.
"Max! Have a seat, I need to talk to you."
She reversed her direction of travel, and had a seat across from Logan. The chair seemed strangely uncomfortable, almost as if the furniture itself didn't welcome her presence.
"What is it?"
"Max, I think you know what I'm going to say." He trailed off for a few seconds. "We always get through these sort of things. But I just don't think that's gonna happen this time." He paused inbetween sentences to have a sip of wine.
"So you're just giving up?" Max finally spoke the words that had been on her mind the whole ride over. "Max, we've been living in a relationship that's gone nowhere from the start. I love you Max, but if anything I'm just holding you back. You're still young, there's all sorts of doors open and offering opportunities for you. I'd be doing nothing but holding you back."
Although Max forced herself not to see it, Logan had an almost depressed look in his eyes. He had spent hours on trying to find the kindest words possible to end the relationship between the two of them, but to Max's ears his sentences were nothing but harsh lies. A single tear ran down her face, although she wasn't even aware of it. Without another word, she rushed out of the apartment. Outside she jumped on her bike and sped through the streets even faster than before.
The whole time her thoughts were racing. Some suggested anger, others sadness. But overall, the basic question she wanted answered was, Why? She couldn't even concentrate on the road. She got the bike and sat beside the road with her head between her legs. Heart wrenching sobs shook her entire body, and the sadness consumed her. She stayed like this for over 10 minutes, wondering, Why?. Finally she looked up to take in her surroundings. She was only a few buildings away from Alec's place.
Like an odd, lost little child she wandered up to his doorstep, shaky from all the crying she had done. She knocked so weakly on the door that not even Alec's genetically enhanced heard it. She knocked again, now just wanting to get inside and away from the darkness and the cold that the night always brought. Finally the door swung open, and Alec stood on the inside of the building staring at Max with disbelief.
TBC. Please people, review, review, review! I can't stress this enough, it's what makes we want to continue writing. So the more reviews the faster I'll post another chapter. I know this chapter was kinda weird, but it's all uphill from here, so just hang on.