I just felt like writing something- really short.
Max returns to Logan after AJBC, but there is no virus.
** SIX WEEKS AFTER AJBC
Logan had been miserable for weeks, his friends had tried to talk to him, to cheer him up, make him go out, piece his life together, but he refused to accept their help. He tried to be nice in front of them, calmly telling them he didn't wantto go out, he didn't want to have fancy dinners, he didn't want to talk. But it was getting harder not to yell at them, not to tell them that they should leave him alone, that they couldn't understand the pain he was going through and that there was nothing they coul do to ease it.
He still managed to put on the act though, and only Bling could see right through him, could see how much he really hurt. He might seem in control and calm in front of people, but alone, in his dark apartment, staring out the window, he was anything but in control. Bling remembered a time when Logan had acted just like that, not talking, not eating, just staring out at a world he felt he didn't belong to anymore. After the accident, his wounds had run nearly has deep, and it had taken Max to help him heal. But she wasn't there, he would have to find strength without her.
Bling watched his friend suffer in silence, he wouldn't or couldn't shed tears, though it woudl probably help him ease some tension and hurt.
"Logan?" he asked softly, stepping closer.
There was no answer.
"Logan, you have to find a way to go on."
There was no reaction he even heard his friend talk.
"She wouldn't want you to kill yourself."
Suddenly Logan swiveled the chair around, he hadn't used the exo since that fateful night. There was no reason to be up and walking. His eyes were suddenly blazing with fury and desperation, before tehy had been empty and hollow.
"She is dead! She died in my arms, I allowed her to die!" His screams pierced through the silence. "I wasn't strong enough to safe her. Why the hell should I deserve to live!! She was all that mattered!" He stared at his friend, breathing heavily.
"God, Logan. That is not true. You are NOT responsible for what happened. You did all you could. Manticore is to be blamed." Bling grabbed Logan's shoulders. "You can't put that weight on your shoulders, Logan! You have to go on living."
Logan stared at his friend for a long moment, and Bling hoped he had reached him and woken him from his daze.
"Leave me alone, please."
Bling sighed. He couldn't think of anything else, he could only hope Logan would eventually get over it- before it killed him.
** SIX WEEKS AFTER AJBC
Max felt tired and exhausted. She'd fought against Manticore for weeks on end, she couldn't even tell for how long. But finally she had found a way to escape, she coud hardly believe her luck.
Now her mind screamed to return home, to Seattle, to Logan. But she knew she couldn't risk that just now. She would have to let some time pass, to hide her tracks and to wait until Manticore gave up searching. She knew it wouldn't take too long. If they hadn't managed to break her so far, they probably never would, so she was of no use to them anymore, more of a threat inside the facility than outside.
It tore at her heart that she wasn't able to let Logan know she was Ok, she knew he was suffering, and she wanted to ease the pain- but that would put him in danger, and she couldn't risk that.
She rode on the back of the truck towards Canada. There she would lay low for a month or two and then finally return to Seattle. Maybe Logan would have moved on by then, maybe he was over her and didn't even want her back in his life. But she knew she had to risk that.
** TWELVE WEEKS AFTER AJBC
Logan didn't manage to put his life back together. He started to go out again to run some errands or play basketball, to the outside world it seemed like he was the old Logan Cale, only Bling worried more and more wwith every passing day. He could see how much effort Logan pit into pretending, instead of putting it into actually healing. He was so busy pretending during the day, that his loss and desperation hit him with full impact every night. Bling had started to stay over at his friend's place, worried what Logan might be capable of. The therapist knew that Logan didn't like it, but there was no way he would leave him alone.
Sometimes he would try to talk to him, offer a game of chess, or a movie, just to ease his friend's mind for some hours, but he always was turned down. If he didn't know Logan that well, he would probably have given up long ago, but he knew that if he did that, it would be like digging Logan's grave.
So he tried again and again to break Logan's walls down, only if he could let go, unbottle the feelings, he would be able to start off again.
"Do you want to talk?" he gently asked. "I told you before, if you bottle your feelings up, you are gonna explode."
"And I told you that thereis no good in screaming, because it won't change anything."
"You behaving like this won't bring her back either."
Suddenly Logan looked up, his eyes watery. "It hurts too much to go on, it would feel like giving up on her, I can't do that."
"You said yourself that she died in you arms."
"I know, but I want to believe it's not true." Logan turned around to look through the window on th world outside again. "I want to be alone, Bling. Leave it."
Bling draw in a breath, frustrated. He felt helpless, there was nothing he could do. The only thing that could help Logan obviously was Max, and she was not going to come back.
** TWELVE WEEKS AFTER AJBC
Max could see the Spaceneedle coming into view, or rather the silhouette as it was quickly darkening. She had spent some weeks in Canada, never more than a few days in one spot. She had "borrowed" a motorbike and some money when needed.
But she was always focussed on the day of her return home, and after six weeks, she'd cracked, no longer able to stay away from Logan, sensing he needed her.
And now she was about to return to Seattle, home. Without trouble she passed the checkpoints, using a fake ID a guy in Vancouver had sold her. And so she neared Sector 9, her heart beating faster with every mile she covered. She was longing to hold Logan, to feel his stubble against her cheek, to hear his gentle, soft voice saying her name, telling her he loved her. But at the same time she was scared to death, what if he had moved on, and there was no place for her in his new life?
And then she saw Logan's building, automaticlly she parked the bike and started to climb up the wall, catlike. She garcefully landed on Logan's balcony, sneaking around the corner to catch a glimpse of the apartment. She let out a gasp when she saw the form of her lover sitting slumped in his wheelchair. His hair was longer and fell to the sides of his head, even from behind he looked miserable. Her heart ached for him. It was all her fault.
Then she saw Bling step closer, with her enhanced hearing she could listen to the conversation.
"Do you want to talk?" she heard him ask. "I told you before, if you bottle your feelings up, you are gonna explode." Bling's eyes were full of worry and helplessness. She could tell he had tried everythingto help Logan, but hadn't succeeded.
"And I told you that there is no good in screaming, because it won't change anything." Logan's voice sounded weak and lacked emotions.
"You behaving like this won't bring her back either." Bling's voice was louder now, desperate.
Suddenly Logan looked up and turned around, his eyes watery. Max was shocked by the emptiness in his beautiful blue eyes. "It hurts too much to go on, it would feel like giving up on her, I can't do that." How did he know she was still out there?
"You said yourself that she died in you arms." Bling had to make Logan face it. There was no use in chasing a dream that would never come true.
"I know, but I want to believe it's not true." Logan turned around to look through the window on the world outside again. "I want to be alone, Bling. Leave it." His voice left no room for an argument.
Bling nodded and retreated, without saying another word he dressed his jacket and left the apartment.
Max kept on watching Logan for a few more minutes. She couldn't believe how much he hurt, how much she, a genetically engineered freak meant to him.
"It's gonna be fine, Logan." Now she knew she didn'thave to be afraid anymore, he would accept her into his life again, and if she could make him happy again, she would willingly do it. She couldn't understand that she should be his source of happiness, but apparently that was the case, so she wouldn't question it.
Silently she let herself into the apartment, the door made hardly any noises,and Logan seemed to be too wrapped up into his thoughts to hear them anyway. Gracefully she sneaked closer and leaned against the doorframe to Logan's left.
"Knock knock," she whispered.
Logan suddenly heard voice behind him. He was about to yell at Bling to leave, but then realized that it was not Bling's voice. Slowly, he turned his chair around and stared at Max, tears filling his eyes as he sat there motionless.
** SIX WEEKS AFTER AJBC
Logan had been miserable for weeks, his friends had tried to talk to him, to cheer him up, make him go out, piece his life together, but he refused to accept their help. He tried to be nice in front of them, calmly telling them he didn't wantto go out, he didn't want to have fancy dinners, he didn't want to talk. But it was getting harder not to yell at them, not to tell them that they should leave him alone, that they couldn't understand the pain he was going through and that there was nothing they coul do to ease it.
He still managed to put on the act though, and only Bling could see right through him, could see how much he really hurt. He might seem in control and calm in front of people, but alone, in his dark apartment, staring out the window, he was anything but in control. Bling remembered a time when Logan had acted just like that, not talking, not eating, just staring out at a world he felt he didn't belong to anymore. After the accident, his wounds had run nearly has deep, and it had taken Max to help him heal. But she wasn't there, he would have to find strength without her.
Bling watched his friend suffer in silence, he wouldn't or couldn't shed tears, though it woudl probably help him ease some tension and hurt.
"Logan?" he asked softly, stepping closer.
There was no answer.
"Logan, you have to find a way to go on."
There was no reaction he even heard his friend talk.
"She wouldn't want you to kill yourself."
Suddenly Logan swiveled the chair around, he hadn't used the exo since that fateful night. There was no reason to be up and walking. His eyes were suddenly blazing with fury and desperation, before tehy had been empty and hollow.
"She is dead! She died in my arms, I allowed her to die!" His screams pierced through the silence. "I wasn't strong enough to safe her. Why the hell should I deserve to live!! She was all that mattered!" He stared at his friend, breathing heavily.
"God, Logan. That is not true. You are NOT responsible for what happened. You did all you could. Manticore is to be blamed." Bling grabbed Logan's shoulders. "You can't put that weight on your shoulders, Logan! You have to go on living."
Logan stared at his friend for a long moment, and Bling hoped he had reached him and woken him from his daze.
"Leave me alone, please."
Bling sighed. He couldn't think of anything else, he could only hope Logan would eventually get over it- before it killed him.
** SIX WEEKS AFTER AJBC
Max felt tired and exhausted. She'd fought against Manticore for weeks on end, she couldn't even tell for how long. But finally she had found a way to escape, she coud hardly believe her luck.
Now her mind screamed to return home, to Seattle, to Logan. But she knew she couldn't risk that just now. She would have to let some time pass, to hide her tracks and to wait until Manticore gave up searching. She knew it wouldn't take too long. If they hadn't managed to break her so far, they probably never would, so she was of no use to them anymore, more of a threat inside the facility than outside.
It tore at her heart that she wasn't able to let Logan know she was Ok, she knew he was suffering, and she wanted to ease the pain- but that would put him in danger, and she couldn't risk that.
She rode on the back of the truck towards Canada. There she would lay low for a month or two and then finally return to Seattle. Maybe Logan would have moved on by then, maybe he was over her and didn't even want her back in his life. But she knew she had to risk that.
** TWELVE WEEKS AFTER AJBC
Logan didn't manage to put his life back together. He started to go out again to run some errands or play basketball, to the outside world it seemed like he was the old Logan Cale, only Bling worried more and more wwith every passing day. He could see how much effort Logan pit into pretending, instead of putting it into actually healing. He was so busy pretending during the day, that his loss and desperation hit him with full impact every night. Bling had started to stay over at his friend's place, worried what Logan might be capable of. The therapist knew that Logan didn't like it, but there was no way he would leave him alone.
Sometimes he would try to talk to him, offer a game of chess, or a movie, just to ease his friend's mind for some hours, but he always was turned down. If he didn't know Logan that well, he would probably have given up long ago, but he knew that if he did that, it would be like digging Logan's grave.
So he tried again and again to break Logan's walls down, only if he could let go, unbottle the feelings, he would be able to start off again.
"Do you want to talk?" he gently asked. "I told you before, if you bottle your feelings up, you are gonna explode."
"And I told you that thereis no good in screaming, because it won't change anything."
"You behaving like this won't bring her back either."
Suddenly Logan looked up, his eyes watery. "It hurts too much to go on, it would feel like giving up on her, I can't do that."
"You said yourself that she died in you arms."
"I know, but I want to believe it's not true." Logan turned around to look through the window on th world outside again. "I want to be alone, Bling. Leave it."
Bling draw in a breath, frustrated. He felt helpless, there was nothing he could do. The only thing that could help Logan obviously was Max, and she was not going to come back.
** TWELVE WEEKS AFTER AJBC
Max could see the Spaceneedle coming into view, or rather the silhouette as it was quickly darkening. She had spent some weeks in Canada, never more than a few days in one spot. She had "borrowed" a motorbike and some money when needed.
But she was always focussed on the day of her return home, and after six weeks, she'd cracked, no longer able to stay away from Logan, sensing he needed her.
And now she was about to return to Seattle, home. Without trouble she passed the checkpoints, using a fake ID a guy in Vancouver had sold her. And so she neared Sector 9, her heart beating faster with every mile she covered. She was longing to hold Logan, to feel his stubble against her cheek, to hear his gentle, soft voice saying her name, telling her he loved her. But at the same time she was scared to death, what if he had moved on, and there was no place for her in his new life?
And then she saw Logan's building, automaticlly she parked the bike and started to climb up the wall, catlike. She garcefully landed on Logan's balcony, sneaking around the corner to catch a glimpse of the apartment. She let out a gasp when she saw the form of her lover sitting slumped in his wheelchair. His hair was longer and fell to the sides of his head, even from behind he looked miserable. Her heart ached for him. It was all her fault.
Then she saw Bling step closer, with her enhanced hearing she could listen to the conversation.
"Do you want to talk?" she heard him ask. "I told you before, if you bottle your feelings up, you are gonna explode." Bling's eyes were full of worry and helplessness. She could tell he had tried everythingto help Logan, but hadn't succeeded.
"And I told you that there is no good in screaming, because it won't change anything." Logan's voice sounded weak and lacked emotions.
"You behaving like this won't bring her back either." Bling's voice was louder now, desperate.
Suddenly Logan looked up and turned around, his eyes watery. Max was shocked by the emptiness in his beautiful blue eyes. "It hurts too much to go on, it would feel like giving up on her, I can't do that." How did he know she was still out there?
"You said yourself that she died in you arms." Bling had to make Logan face it. There was no use in chasing a dream that would never come true.
"I know, but I want to believe it's not true." Logan turned around to look through the window on the world outside again. "I want to be alone, Bling. Leave it." His voice left no room for an argument.
Bling nodded and retreated, without saying another word he dressed his jacket and left the apartment.
Max kept on watching Logan for a few more minutes. She couldn't believe how much he hurt, how much she, a genetically engineered freak meant to him.
"It's gonna be fine, Logan." Now she knew she didn'thave to be afraid anymore, he would accept her into his life again, and if she could make him happy again, she would willingly do it. She couldn't understand that she should be his source of happiness, but apparently that was the case, so she wouldn't question it.
Silently she let herself into the apartment, the door made hardly any noises,and Logan seemed to be too wrapped up into his thoughts to hear them anyway. Gracefully she sneaked closer and leaned against the doorframe to Logan's left.
"Knock knock," she whispered.
Logan suddenly heard voice behind him. He was about to yell at Bling to leave, but then realized that it was not Bling's voice. Slowly, he turned his chair around and stared at Max, tears filling his eyes as he sat there motionless.