"Possession"
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters as they are the property of James Cameron and this story is not intended for profit, blah blah woof woof. . . but I do own cherry gum.
Rating: PG-13
(This is takes place soon after the end of What Might Have Been)
'And I would be the one,
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away' - Sarah McLachlan (Possession)
Scene 1, 2021, Logan's
Max walked in, dumping her daypack on the counter. Logan watched her walk into the bathroom, right by the window that she'd thrown an intruder out of a week ago. The window was boarded up, awaiting repair. The intruders had been dealt with and Logan's friend on the police force, Det. Matt Sung, had made sure the guy who sent them, Edgar Montoya, was in solitary. She came out, holding a few personal items, bottle of Tryptophan included. This was serious if it involved the Tryptophan. She grabbed her clothes from his wardrobe and stuffed everything into her backpack.
"Going on a trip?" he asked, leaning his tall frame against the doorway.
"Moving back in with Kendra," she didn't look at him.
"What about Tara?"
"She's in Wyoming."
"Wyoming?"
"For a month."
"Why?" Max was avoiding the issue, and Logan was doing his best to get it out of her.
"Her job."
"No, I mean why are you moving back in with Kendra? I thought you were living with me."
She turned to face him. "We're not ready for that yet."
"I thought we were," he said, "You know I love you, you know . . ."
"That's not it. I'm not ready for it yet."
"But Max," Logan began.
She shouldered her bag, "See ya latah," she called, heading out the door.
"When will you be?" he finished as the door shut. He surveyed the empty penthouse. It hadn't been this empty ever before. He heard a meow. Max's cat, Sibelius, ran into the room. Logan smiled and picked her up. "I guess it's just me and you, kid."
Scene 2, 2021, Jam Pony, a few days later
Original Cindy plopped herself down on the couch next to Max. "What's up Boo? You been kinda quiet lately."
"Can't a girl be quiet if she wants to?" Max snapped back.
"Easy, Hun, Cindy's just worried about you. What's the dealio with you movin' back to Kendra's? I thought you and Computer Boy had it all worked out after that blonde chicky tried to snatch him."
"We do." Her pager beeped. Max looked at it and shrugged, ignoring it.
"So why are you at Kendra's and avoiding his pages?" Cindy's eyes looked pointedly at the pager.
"I need to think," Max informed her.
"What's to think about? You like him, he likes you, so kiss and make up already."
"Ladies, I hate to interrupt this love-fest, but we do have packages to deliver," Normal called. He tossed Max a package, "Section Three, yesterday," he told her. Cindy and Max looked at him. "Where are we? Woodstock Four? Go." He made shooing motions with his hands before walking away.
Max got up and pulled Cindy off the couch. "I better go, catch ya latah, Babe."
"Sure Chiquita," Cindy gave her a limp five, "But you better talk to me later."
Max grinned, "Sure thing. Gotta roll," she jumped on her bike and pedaled out the door. Watching her go, Cindy smiled to herself over Max's newest 'dilemma' with Logan. When would that girl let herself be happy?
Scene 3, 2021, Jam Pony, later the same day
Sketchy walked over to the lockers, where Cindy and Herbal were talking.
"Guys, do you think Normal's on something?" he asked.
"What are you talkin' about my man," Herbal replied, "Mr. Normal is always on something."
"Yeah, the reek of his designer impostor cologne," Cindy suggested. Herbal laughed.
"No, I mean he's acting weird," Sketchy told them.
"How? Weird or weird for Normal?" Cindy wanted to know.
"Both. He was bawling me out over a mistake I may have made in delivering a package," Sketchy explained.
"What kind of mistake?" Herbal asked, "What'd you do this time?"
"I said a mistake I may have made," Sketchy clarified. Cindy snorted and rolled her eyes. "Anyway, the phone rings and suddenly he's so happy, he's kissing the phone."
"Ewww," Cindy wrinkled her nose, "That is weird."
"Well, what did he say?" Herbal asked, "If we know who he was talking to, then we can figure out what got him so happy."
"Yeah, and then we need industrial size disinfectant, before he starts kissing other things," Cindy added.
"I don't know who it was. All he said was 'I see. Yes, thank you. Yes, that is good. Ok, I'll see you then.'" Sketchy mimicked Normal's voice.
"Hmm, Louise?" Herbal suggested.
"No, that mister-sister decided she/he was a lesbian," Cindy reminded them.
"Oh yeah, and didn't Normal say she found you 'alluring'?" Sketchy teased.
"As if," Cindy pushed him, causing him to loose balance and wobble for several seconds. "Original Cindy does not do he-she's."
"Anywho," Herbal said, "It's something."
"Yeah, a kilo of it," Sketchy contributed.
"No, Normal's too straight to be a druggie," Cindy said, "This momma is gonna have to get to the bottom of this."
Scene 4, 2021, Kendra's, that evening
Max threw her bag on the couch. It had been a long day. A long day of avoiding Logan. He'd paged her five times and had even stopped by Jam Pony. She sighed as she walked into her room. Had she said it too early? Karen had forced her into it. Forced him actually. He'd had to choose, and Max was pretty sure that if it hadn't been for Karen, he might have waited longer.
Kendra knocked on her door. "Max, Logan's on the phone for you."
"I'm not here."
"Max . . . talk to him, please?"
"I'm not here."
"You never are," Kendra sighed and returned to the phone.
Max was tired and wanted to go to sleep. She pulled off her shirt and yanked a t-shirt over her head. The t-shirt was one of Logan's. She must have packed it by mistake. Or did I? she wondered as she inhaled Logan's sent off the shirt. Because of her sharp sense of smell, it seemed as if he was right there in the room with her. Memories came flooding back. It had only been a week, but it was good.
She had to go somewhere to think. Leaving Logan's shirt on, she pulled on her boots and jacket. Taking the Ninja, she exited the building quietly. Outside she climbed gracefully on the bike and placed her yellow shades on her face. Then, engine roaring like the hunger in her heart, she sped off.
Reaching her destination, the Space Needle, she jumped off the motorcycle and parked it in a shadowy corner. Easily, using her feline abilities, she scaled the structure. At the top, she sat down, dangling her feet over the edge. She thought back on the past week.
Logan had called Matt the next morning, and they'd taken care of the intruders' bodies. Karen had left sometime in the night before. Max had heard a door slam and had never seen the woman again. The next week had been perfect, and that was what scared her. What if it was too perfect?
The more Max thought, the more she was enveloped by the memories, as a cloud envelops the sun.
~flash~
Logan's laughter, mixed with her own. Candlelight dinner. Chess. The touch of Logan's lips on her hand, on her neck, on her face. His arms around her as she slept.
~flash~
He was afraid that it was a dream, one from which he'd awake to find her gone. He didn't know that that was her fear, too. But every morning she'd awoken to find herself in his arms. Logan was too perfect for her, the gentle way his lips would find hers, or his hand would caress her hair.
~flash~
She was in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around her. His breath was warm and soft on the back of her neck. He'd though she was asleep.
"Max," he breathed, sending chills down her spine at the sound of her name falling from his lips, "Are you real?" She didn't dare let him know she was awake, or he'd stop. "I thought if I told you, you'd run away. I couldn't loose you. I couldn't, so I kept silent, but that's why I almost lost you."
She turned, then to face him, "You can't loose me. I won't let it happen."
~flash~
She raised her head and looked at the stars. It all seemed so simple up here. Logan hadn't lost her, she'd lost herself.
Scene 5, 2021, Crash, a little later
Cindy went to get a pitcher of beer from the bar. She found Max sitting there, looking puzzled.
"Hey Home Girl, where you been? You gonna join us?" She pointed to a table where Herbal, Sketchy and a few other Jam Pony riders were seated.
"No, thanks," Max told her, "I'd rather drown my sorrows alone." She took a giant swig of her beer.
"You wanna talk about it? Original Cindy wants to hear it."
"No, I'm okay, really." Max flashed her a weak smile.
"Logan?" Cindy asked.
"Yeah, in a way. I think it was too soon, ya know?" Max turned to face her.
"What?!" Cindy nearly spit out her gum laughing, "Girl, you've got to be kidding me. Too soon? In this life, nothing is too soon. You two have been putting it off for ages, and it's better now then never."
"You're right," Max told her.
"I know I am. The question is what are you still doing here?"
"It's not that simple. It's like I've lost myself."
"Listen to Original Cindy, just because you've always been an independent female does not mean that you can't have a boyfriend. You can love him and still be Max."
Max smiled, Cindy was right. She could be herself and let Logan take care of her. In fact, she realized, without Logan, she was incomplete. She needed him to be the full Max.
"Thanks Cindy" she jumped off the bar stool, "Gotta jet, I'll catch you later." She sprinted up the stairs and out the door to her Ninja.
Cindy shook her head watching Max run. The girl was like an ostrich with her head in the sand until Cindy had pulled it out for her. She took the pitcher of beer and returned to the group.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters as they are the property of James Cameron and this story is not intended for profit, blah blah woof woof. . . but I do own cherry gum.
Rating: PG-13
(This is takes place soon after the end of What Might Have Been)
'And I would be the one,
To hold you down,
Kiss you so hard,
I'll take your breath away' - Sarah McLachlan (Possession)
Scene 1, 2021, Logan's
Max walked in, dumping her daypack on the counter. Logan watched her walk into the bathroom, right by the window that she'd thrown an intruder out of a week ago. The window was boarded up, awaiting repair. The intruders had been dealt with and Logan's friend on the police force, Det. Matt Sung, had made sure the guy who sent them, Edgar Montoya, was in solitary. She came out, holding a few personal items, bottle of Tryptophan included. This was serious if it involved the Tryptophan. She grabbed her clothes from his wardrobe and stuffed everything into her backpack.
"Going on a trip?" he asked, leaning his tall frame against the doorway.
"Moving back in with Kendra," she didn't look at him.
"What about Tara?"
"She's in Wyoming."
"Wyoming?"
"For a month."
"Why?" Max was avoiding the issue, and Logan was doing his best to get it out of her.
"Her job."
"No, I mean why are you moving back in with Kendra? I thought you were living with me."
She turned to face him. "We're not ready for that yet."
"I thought we were," he said, "You know I love you, you know . . ."
"That's not it. I'm not ready for it yet."
"But Max," Logan began.
She shouldered her bag, "See ya latah," she called, heading out the door.
"When will you be?" he finished as the door shut. He surveyed the empty penthouse. It hadn't been this empty ever before. He heard a meow. Max's cat, Sibelius, ran into the room. Logan smiled and picked her up. "I guess it's just me and you, kid."
Scene 2, 2021, Jam Pony, a few days later
Original Cindy plopped herself down on the couch next to Max. "What's up Boo? You been kinda quiet lately."
"Can't a girl be quiet if she wants to?" Max snapped back.
"Easy, Hun, Cindy's just worried about you. What's the dealio with you movin' back to Kendra's? I thought you and Computer Boy had it all worked out after that blonde chicky tried to snatch him."
"We do." Her pager beeped. Max looked at it and shrugged, ignoring it.
"So why are you at Kendra's and avoiding his pages?" Cindy's eyes looked pointedly at the pager.
"I need to think," Max informed her.
"What's to think about? You like him, he likes you, so kiss and make up already."
"Ladies, I hate to interrupt this love-fest, but we do have packages to deliver," Normal called. He tossed Max a package, "Section Three, yesterday," he told her. Cindy and Max looked at him. "Where are we? Woodstock Four? Go." He made shooing motions with his hands before walking away.
Max got up and pulled Cindy off the couch. "I better go, catch ya latah, Babe."
"Sure Chiquita," Cindy gave her a limp five, "But you better talk to me later."
Max grinned, "Sure thing. Gotta roll," she jumped on her bike and pedaled out the door. Watching her go, Cindy smiled to herself over Max's newest 'dilemma' with Logan. When would that girl let herself be happy?
Scene 3, 2021, Jam Pony, later the same day
Sketchy walked over to the lockers, where Cindy and Herbal were talking.
"Guys, do you think Normal's on something?" he asked.
"What are you talkin' about my man," Herbal replied, "Mr. Normal is always on something."
"Yeah, the reek of his designer impostor cologne," Cindy suggested. Herbal laughed.
"No, I mean he's acting weird," Sketchy told them.
"How? Weird or weird for Normal?" Cindy wanted to know.
"Both. He was bawling me out over a mistake I may have made in delivering a package," Sketchy explained.
"What kind of mistake?" Herbal asked, "What'd you do this time?"
"I said a mistake I may have made," Sketchy clarified. Cindy snorted and rolled her eyes. "Anyway, the phone rings and suddenly he's so happy, he's kissing the phone."
"Ewww," Cindy wrinkled her nose, "That is weird."
"Well, what did he say?" Herbal asked, "If we know who he was talking to, then we can figure out what got him so happy."
"Yeah, and then we need industrial size disinfectant, before he starts kissing other things," Cindy added.
"I don't know who it was. All he said was 'I see. Yes, thank you. Yes, that is good. Ok, I'll see you then.'" Sketchy mimicked Normal's voice.
"Hmm, Louise?" Herbal suggested.
"No, that mister-sister decided she/he was a lesbian," Cindy reminded them.
"Oh yeah, and didn't Normal say she found you 'alluring'?" Sketchy teased.
"As if," Cindy pushed him, causing him to loose balance and wobble for several seconds. "Original Cindy does not do he-she's."
"Anywho," Herbal said, "It's something."
"Yeah, a kilo of it," Sketchy contributed.
"No, Normal's too straight to be a druggie," Cindy said, "This momma is gonna have to get to the bottom of this."
Scene 4, 2021, Kendra's, that evening
Max threw her bag on the couch. It had been a long day. A long day of avoiding Logan. He'd paged her five times and had even stopped by Jam Pony. She sighed as she walked into her room. Had she said it too early? Karen had forced her into it. Forced him actually. He'd had to choose, and Max was pretty sure that if it hadn't been for Karen, he might have waited longer.
Kendra knocked on her door. "Max, Logan's on the phone for you."
"I'm not here."
"Max . . . talk to him, please?"
"I'm not here."
"You never are," Kendra sighed and returned to the phone.
Max was tired and wanted to go to sleep. She pulled off her shirt and yanked a t-shirt over her head. The t-shirt was one of Logan's. She must have packed it by mistake. Or did I? she wondered as she inhaled Logan's sent off the shirt. Because of her sharp sense of smell, it seemed as if he was right there in the room with her. Memories came flooding back. It had only been a week, but it was good.
She had to go somewhere to think. Leaving Logan's shirt on, she pulled on her boots and jacket. Taking the Ninja, she exited the building quietly. Outside she climbed gracefully on the bike and placed her yellow shades on her face. Then, engine roaring like the hunger in her heart, she sped off.
Reaching her destination, the Space Needle, she jumped off the motorcycle and parked it in a shadowy corner. Easily, using her feline abilities, she scaled the structure. At the top, she sat down, dangling her feet over the edge. She thought back on the past week.
Logan had called Matt the next morning, and they'd taken care of the intruders' bodies. Karen had left sometime in the night before. Max had heard a door slam and had never seen the woman again. The next week had been perfect, and that was what scared her. What if it was too perfect?
The more Max thought, the more she was enveloped by the memories, as a cloud envelops the sun.
~flash~
Logan's laughter, mixed with her own. Candlelight dinner. Chess. The touch of Logan's lips on her hand, on her neck, on her face. His arms around her as she slept.
~flash~
He was afraid that it was a dream, one from which he'd awake to find her gone. He didn't know that that was her fear, too. But every morning she'd awoken to find herself in his arms. Logan was too perfect for her, the gentle way his lips would find hers, or his hand would caress her hair.
~flash~
She was in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around her. His breath was warm and soft on the back of her neck. He'd though she was asleep.
"Max," he breathed, sending chills down her spine at the sound of her name falling from his lips, "Are you real?" She didn't dare let him know she was awake, or he'd stop. "I thought if I told you, you'd run away. I couldn't loose you. I couldn't, so I kept silent, but that's why I almost lost you."
She turned, then to face him, "You can't loose me. I won't let it happen."
~flash~
She raised her head and looked at the stars. It all seemed so simple up here. Logan hadn't lost her, she'd lost herself.
Scene 5, 2021, Crash, a little later
Cindy went to get a pitcher of beer from the bar. She found Max sitting there, looking puzzled.
"Hey Home Girl, where you been? You gonna join us?" She pointed to a table where Herbal, Sketchy and a few other Jam Pony riders were seated.
"No, thanks," Max told her, "I'd rather drown my sorrows alone." She took a giant swig of her beer.
"You wanna talk about it? Original Cindy wants to hear it."
"No, I'm okay, really." Max flashed her a weak smile.
"Logan?" Cindy asked.
"Yeah, in a way. I think it was too soon, ya know?" Max turned to face her.
"What?!" Cindy nearly spit out her gum laughing, "Girl, you've got to be kidding me. Too soon? In this life, nothing is too soon. You two have been putting it off for ages, and it's better now then never."
"You're right," Max told her.
"I know I am. The question is what are you still doing here?"
"It's not that simple. It's like I've lost myself."
"Listen to Original Cindy, just because you've always been an independent female does not mean that you can't have a boyfriend. You can love him and still be Max."
Max smiled, Cindy was right. She could be herself and let Logan take care of her. In fact, she realized, without Logan, she was incomplete. She needed him to be the full Max.
"Thanks Cindy" she jumped off the bar stool, "Gotta jet, I'll catch you later." She sprinted up the stairs and out the door to her Ninja.
Cindy shook her head watching Max run. The girl was like an ostrich with her head in the sand until Cindy had pulled it out for her. She took the pitcher of beer and returned to the group.