title: After Haven: Fallen
author: Keren Ziv (age thirteen)
rating and summary: G. Max and Logan are riding in the car, about half an hour outside the city of Seattle.
disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel

Point of View Max

We were sitting there in silence, not Logan nor I saying anything to pass the time. He was still in his thoughts what were they? and I was in mine. He was staring at the road, like if he took his eyes off the fading yellow we'd end up in a ditch.

I cleared my throat nervously and when did I ever clear my throat nervously? He continued staring ahead. I knew Logan was all racked up inside because he'd killed that slimeball, but isn't that what the guy had deserved?

What did he think I was doing all those times he'd sent me out as his "legs"? Asking them sweetly to give up the information I wanted and having them hand it over with a cup of coffee? No. So what was his problem?

He hadn't been on the taking end of life before, I guess. It was no biggie for me, but for Logan it must have been a little shocking.

He'd better learn to buck up.

Point of View Logan

When she cleared her throat a few miles beforehand, I had inwardly jumped out of my own thoughts into the world. She was glancing sideways at me, but I kept my eyes to the road. I was nervous and ashamed. I had stopped a man from living. I didn't know if I could face Max with the same feeling.

It wasn't as if she hadn't killed anyone before. She was a soldier for goodness sake, but I was . . . I was 'Moneybags' and . . . I was the type of person with a body guard who did all the dirty work for me. First it had been Peter who had stopped my direct contact with those out to get me. Now that Peter was gone, it was Max who protected me.

I wasn't exactly okay with that.

Maybe it was the testosterone. I just felt that since I was the older one, the man, that I should protect Max. She had gone through so much and she didn't need to have to watch my ass all the time. I was a responsibility. I didn't want to be that.

Max was my body guard. Badda bing, badda boom. I was a major weakling. I wasn't happy with myself at the moment. I felt like I had betrayed myself, by taking a man's life, but it was nothing to how I felt when Max picked me up off the floor at the bar. I had wanted to scream at her, I can do it, Max, but I didn't, I just left there as quickly as I could.

Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up.