authors note: this fic is a response to fanfic challenge 4, take a
movie,book or video game, and transfer it to dark angel. i picked the movie
run,lola,run. it's a really good movie, and you should watch it, it might
help you to understand what's going on. and its my first fic, so a review
would be much appreciated. i think i fixed the problem, and am now re-
uploading the chapters, with maybe a holiday bonus.
Run,Max,Run
Running One
It was pouring. It was beyond pouring, and the phrase 'looking like a drowned cat' was the perfect description of Max's condition. And now, of course, there was Logan looking incredibly sexy thanks to his new haircut and contacts. Since she was self-conscious of her now see-through shirt, Max decided on the time-honored method of hiding it.
"So, Logan, did Eye's Only take up a collection? Because I was starting to get worried that you'd never be able to afford a haircut."
Why? Why did she have to be wearing white? Please God, I haven't been that bad. But then again, this might be a reward... "Actually, as sexy as my new haircut makes me look, that wasn't the reason I paged you."
"If you say I'm needed for Eye's Only, you won't have to ever worry about a haircut again, or contacts, considering your head will no longer be attached." As she was talking, Max headed towards Logan's bathroom; his less-than-subtle stares had alerted her to her condition.
At her disappearance, Logan could relax. Threatening Max he could deal with; Max who might as well be wearing nothing was beyond any man's control. "Well, actually this is a new Eye's Only mission..." At Max's growl, he decided he better speed up the rest of the sentence. "It's from the new division; the teaching of transgenics about Pre-Pulse movies. How about it? Today's mission: the beauty of true love, men who repeat phrases many, many times, and giants who rhyme. I am, of course, talking about that classic, the Princess Bride."
Max relaxed; she had been afraid for a minute that the audience would have to learn yet another d-word: decapitation. She was already sold, but she decided to get the most out of it. "Well, I did have plans to meet someone at the Crash..."
'Oh, God, why did she have to mention Rafer?'
'Oh, shit, what if he thinks I meant Rafer?'
Max decided to remedy the situation. "Yeah, Sketchy beens bitchin that I don't spend enough time with my poor friends. So I thought I'd go get him drunk and then drag him home to prove how much he means to me."
'Oh, thank God, now, what to do to get her to stay?' "Did I mention the buttered popcorn? And the nachos? And the soda? Or wine, whatever you prefer." There, that didn't sound like I was saying anything to get her to stay, did it?
Max laughed. Logan was so adorable when he was desperate. Max tapped her cheek thoughtfully, as if she had to think about a choice like that. "Well, hmm. This is a dilemma. Projectile vomiting Sketchy, or great food and a man who won't spend the entire night coming up with ways for me to make money for him... What a difficult decision. I'll stay for the Princess Bride."
The rest of the preparations went surprisingly well; they didn't even mention the virus, and their conversation was easy and not at all awkward.. That part came later.
Everything was going great. They'd had a few friendly popcorn fights, and had even managed to sit on the same couch. Max knew it was too good to last; too much of the movie had reflected their own lives. True love, one half disappears only to return and find their love with another. But that, like the situation with Rafer and Asha, was not what it seemed. 'Fuck, why'd he have to pick this movie. I mean, it's a great movie, but there's going to be a triumphant kiss. There's ALWAYS a triumphant kiss, and I don't think I can take that with Logan right next to me...'
Alas, as we all know, there was a triumphant kiss. For the movie, and for Logan and Max. The moment their lips touched, everything else was forgotten. That kiss was what all the tension had been building to, and they were both mostly human. As they pulled away, it hit them: They had forgotten the virus.
"Logan! Oh, my God, Logan!"
"Max, it's okay, it's okay, Max, look, nothing's happening." He held up his hand to prove it. The motion should have sated her fears; should have, except now his hand was covered in blisters that were spreading.
"Logan, listen to me. How much time do we have?"
"I think we have, twenty minutes. Yes, twenty minutes was how long it took last time."
"Okay, okay. Think. Who might be able to help?"
Max thought furiously as mental images of each person went through her head. 'Zack, Lydecker, Renfroe, Tinga, Jace, Original Cindy, Alec, Jhondie, Lydecker, Bling, Sebastian, Lydecker, Dr.Carr, Lydecker, Joshua, Lydecker. Lydecker, he should know what to do.'
"Logan? Can you hear me? Stay here,don't move. Try and conserve your energy."
Max took one last look at him before she ran out the door. Deciding that she couldn't handle the elevator right now, she took off for the stairs. Thirteen flights down, and one to go, Max was debating the wisdom of her decision. Sure, it kept her from going insane inside a closed box and allowed her to seem productive, but it was wasting energy and probably time.
She didn't have time to wait for the automatic doors to open; she figured the people living there could take a collection and repair them later. Where was Lydecker? Where did he live now, anyway? She was moving before her mind had even made a decision. Sometimes it was helpful to have a subconscious that was quicker than you knew. She was a super soldier, there was no reason for her to be sweating and breathing hard. Then she realized it was worry, not her physical condition. Why the fuck did they have to kiss? How stupid could they be? Next time, she vowed to herself, we're going to watch an action movie. We just got carried away due to the sheer mushiness of that movie. She kept track of the time in her head. It seemed to be going by too fast. What happened to time going slow during bad moments? This had to be one of the worst moments, and there went time flying by. As Max passed the church she threw a quick prayer at it, hoping God took rush miracles.
Less than a minute away, she ran into this sleazebag on a bike.
"Hey, chica, you're way too hot to be running. How about a ride? First on my bike, then on me?"
Max managed to get an "Eat shit" out, which she was quite proud of. It was suddenly hard to breath, and she wasn't sure if it was her blind rage at the asshole that was making her breathless, or if the flat-out running was starting to get to her. The guy on the bike was aparrently so amazed to have been turned down, he rode straight into the wall. Max,,it is sad to say, wasn't sorry one damn little bit.
A Hispanic/African American woman walked into the Manticore drawing cave and looked around cautiously. Her eyes come to rest on a sleeping figure in the corner of the room.
"Don?" Her voice was shaky, it was unbelievable how nervous she was. He was her love, they were going to be reunited, what was there to be nervous about? Aside from rejection, anger,disappointment, and his lack of memory or love, nothing. But it was everything, he was her life, her happiness.
"Antoinette, honey, I swear it was only one or two drinks. I think." Lydecker then proceeded to roll over and fall back asleep.
Dammit! He had promised to stop drinking... oh, that was twenty years ago. 'God, I've missed him.'
" No, Don. I wanted to talk to you about something else. Sweetie, I came back."
Run,Max,Run
Running One
It was pouring. It was beyond pouring, and the phrase 'looking like a drowned cat' was the perfect description of Max's condition. And now, of course, there was Logan looking incredibly sexy thanks to his new haircut and contacts. Since she was self-conscious of her now see-through shirt, Max decided on the time-honored method of hiding it.
"So, Logan, did Eye's Only take up a collection? Because I was starting to get worried that you'd never be able to afford a haircut."
Why? Why did she have to be wearing white? Please God, I haven't been that bad. But then again, this might be a reward... "Actually, as sexy as my new haircut makes me look, that wasn't the reason I paged you."
"If you say I'm needed for Eye's Only, you won't have to ever worry about a haircut again, or contacts, considering your head will no longer be attached." As she was talking, Max headed towards Logan's bathroom; his less-than-subtle stares had alerted her to her condition.
At her disappearance, Logan could relax. Threatening Max he could deal with; Max who might as well be wearing nothing was beyond any man's control. "Well, actually this is a new Eye's Only mission..." At Max's growl, he decided he better speed up the rest of the sentence. "It's from the new division; the teaching of transgenics about Pre-Pulse movies. How about it? Today's mission: the beauty of true love, men who repeat phrases many, many times, and giants who rhyme. I am, of course, talking about that classic, the Princess Bride."
Max relaxed; she had been afraid for a minute that the audience would have to learn yet another d-word: decapitation. She was already sold, but she decided to get the most out of it. "Well, I did have plans to meet someone at the Crash..."
'Oh, God, why did she have to mention Rafer?'
'Oh, shit, what if he thinks I meant Rafer?'
Max decided to remedy the situation. "Yeah, Sketchy beens bitchin that I don't spend enough time with my poor friends. So I thought I'd go get him drunk and then drag him home to prove how much he means to me."
'Oh, thank God, now, what to do to get her to stay?' "Did I mention the buttered popcorn? And the nachos? And the soda? Or wine, whatever you prefer." There, that didn't sound like I was saying anything to get her to stay, did it?
Max laughed. Logan was so adorable when he was desperate. Max tapped her cheek thoughtfully, as if she had to think about a choice like that. "Well, hmm. This is a dilemma. Projectile vomiting Sketchy, or great food and a man who won't spend the entire night coming up with ways for me to make money for him... What a difficult decision. I'll stay for the Princess Bride."
The rest of the preparations went surprisingly well; they didn't even mention the virus, and their conversation was easy and not at all awkward.. That part came later.
Everything was going great. They'd had a few friendly popcorn fights, and had even managed to sit on the same couch. Max knew it was too good to last; too much of the movie had reflected their own lives. True love, one half disappears only to return and find their love with another. But that, like the situation with Rafer and Asha, was not what it seemed. 'Fuck, why'd he have to pick this movie. I mean, it's a great movie, but there's going to be a triumphant kiss. There's ALWAYS a triumphant kiss, and I don't think I can take that with Logan right next to me...'
Alas, as we all know, there was a triumphant kiss. For the movie, and for Logan and Max. The moment their lips touched, everything else was forgotten. That kiss was what all the tension had been building to, and they were both mostly human. As they pulled away, it hit them: They had forgotten the virus.
"Logan! Oh, my God, Logan!"
"Max, it's okay, it's okay, Max, look, nothing's happening." He held up his hand to prove it. The motion should have sated her fears; should have, except now his hand was covered in blisters that were spreading.
"Logan, listen to me. How much time do we have?"
"I think we have, twenty minutes. Yes, twenty minutes was how long it took last time."
"Okay, okay. Think. Who might be able to help?"
Max thought furiously as mental images of each person went through her head. 'Zack, Lydecker, Renfroe, Tinga, Jace, Original Cindy, Alec, Jhondie, Lydecker, Bling, Sebastian, Lydecker, Dr.Carr, Lydecker, Joshua, Lydecker. Lydecker, he should know what to do.'
"Logan? Can you hear me? Stay here,don't move. Try and conserve your energy."
Max took one last look at him before she ran out the door. Deciding that she couldn't handle the elevator right now, she took off for the stairs. Thirteen flights down, and one to go, Max was debating the wisdom of her decision. Sure, it kept her from going insane inside a closed box and allowed her to seem productive, but it was wasting energy and probably time.
She didn't have time to wait for the automatic doors to open; she figured the people living there could take a collection and repair them later. Where was Lydecker? Where did he live now, anyway? She was moving before her mind had even made a decision. Sometimes it was helpful to have a subconscious that was quicker than you knew. She was a super soldier, there was no reason for her to be sweating and breathing hard. Then she realized it was worry, not her physical condition. Why the fuck did they have to kiss? How stupid could they be? Next time, she vowed to herself, we're going to watch an action movie. We just got carried away due to the sheer mushiness of that movie. She kept track of the time in her head. It seemed to be going by too fast. What happened to time going slow during bad moments? This had to be one of the worst moments, and there went time flying by. As Max passed the church she threw a quick prayer at it, hoping God took rush miracles.
Less than a minute away, she ran into this sleazebag on a bike.
"Hey, chica, you're way too hot to be running. How about a ride? First on my bike, then on me?"
Max managed to get an "Eat shit" out, which she was quite proud of. It was suddenly hard to breath, and she wasn't sure if it was her blind rage at the asshole that was making her breathless, or if the flat-out running was starting to get to her. The guy on the bike was aparrently so amazed to have been turned down, he rode straight into the wall. Max,,it is sad to say, wasn't sorry one damn little bit.
A Hispanic/African American woman walked into the Manticore drawing cave and looked around cautiously. Her eyes come to rest on a sleeping figure in the corner of the room.
"Don?" Her voice was shaky, it was unbelievable how nervous she was. He was her love, they were going to be reunited, what was there to be nervous about? Aside from rejection, anger,disappointment, and his lack of memory or love, nothing. But it was everything, he was her life, her happiness.
"Antoinette, honey, I swear it was only one or two drinks. I think." Lydecker then proceeded to roll over and fall back asleep.
Dammit! He had promised to stop drinking... oh, that was twenty years ago. 'God, I've missed him.'
" No, Don. I wanted to talk to you about something else. Sweetie, I came back."