Disclaimer: Any characters that appear in Dark Angel are not mine. I have
no association with the show and I'm not making any money from this story
Spoilers: Season 1, Between "Camera" and "Meow." Sorry for the confusion - I messed up on the titles of these episodes originally.
Reviews: Please. This is my first attempt at fanfiction. Should I go on?
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Logan sighed, irritation rivaling bemusement, as he hung up the phone. How had his grandmother managed to talk him into this trip. He had successfully avoided going to Canalee for almost a year now, despite the numerous invitations and reminders. Yet, today, she had somehow taken charge of everything and wound him around her little finger, just like he was eight years old.
Years ago all she had to do was feed him her chocolate chip cookies and he was her willing accomplice in any undertaking. He smiled remembering summer evenings on her porch overlooking the bay, the sun seeping gently from the sky as she braided his sister's long hair, her stories entrancing them as cookie crumbs piled up on the stenciled floor boards.
"Penny for 'em," an insistent voice demanded, jolting Logan from his memories with a start and sending the phone, on which his hand continued to rest, from the computer desk on a collision course with the burnished hardwood floor of the apartment.
"Jumpy today, aren't we? What've you been into this time? Some literally ramblings, perhaps?" Max's dark eyes sparkled up at him from her crouched stance, the phone safe in her grasp.
"Oh nothing much, wrapping up the demise of a drug empire, communicating with the global community, wondering where to purchase a 'Knock before Entering' sign."
"Come on Logan, you need me to add a little excitement to your dull and boring life."
Given the increase in his heart rate as she gracefully drew herself up and deposited the phone on his lap, he really couldn't argue with that. He stopped breathing as her dark shoulder length curls brushed against the side of his face. Finally, he found his eyes level with the perfect expanse of sleek olive skin displayed between her low riding jeans and cropped blue T-shirt. In one fluid movement, she had managed to obliterate all coherent thought from his mind.
"Earth to Logan." Max rested one hip on the computer desk, her hand resting on the other, the look of exasperation on her face belied by the slight upturn of her full lips and mischievous glint in her dark chestnut eyes.
Logan carefully set the phone down, raising his eyes from her flat stomach to her eyes, which gave no indication of knowledge of the effect she had on him. He shifted his wheel chair rapidly, his focus now safely on the computer screen. "Seems I've got to go up north for a few days. Trying to figure out how to get through all this work first."
"Up north where?"
Logan grinned, if Max could move with the grace of a cat, she also shared that species' reputation for inquisitiveness. "My grandmother wants me to visit."
"Oh, family!" Max's response indicated she understood his lack of enthusiasm when it came to socializing with the Cale clan.
"No, it's not like that. This is my mother's mother, grandma Richards." As soon as he spoke he realized his error. What was wrong with him today, must be lack of caffeine, black market supplies had finally dried up. He focused his thoughts on Columbia and coffee beans as Max circled and ended up on his other side sitting on the desk, her arm resting innocently between his face and the flickering screen.
"So what's grandma like?"
" Warm, intelligent, funny, feisty…likes to get her own way on occasion." He glanced at her purposely after that last remark, but he knew she was too focused on her prey to pay any heed to subtleties. Maybe there was some instant coffee in the back of a cupboard. He used it in dessert recipes sometimes.
"And you have to get out of the city, away from work, out into the countryside, and visit this woman. No wonder you look down."
Without moving so much as an eyebrow, she was beginning to stalk him. He backed up and started moving toward the expanse of the kitchen. He had some Earl Grey tea somewhere, he was sure of it, maybe not with enough caffeine for his present requirements, but he could use an extra bag or three.
"I've got a lot of work to do right now. Informants I need to contact, leads to follow up. I don't need a day's drive and a family gathering." He cringed at the defensiveness in his own voice, or was it because he felt Max approaching from behind ready to pounce. Maybe he should just move to a Columbian coffee plantation and be done with it.
"So take along an interesting travel companion accomplished in driving and laptop computer operation, not to mention intelligent, exciting…" Abruptly she stopped, uncertainty clouding her steady gaze. "Not that I'd want to intrude. Your grandmother may not want an extra guest, especially not a semi-human one."
He turned the chair, swiftly catching her hand in his. "She suggested you come. In fact every time she calls we're both included in the invitation. However, you have work."
"Not for the next five days. Normal found a rat in the mailroom. Thinks he's coming down with bubonic plague. The entire building is being fumigated, sprayed, scrubbed, and sterilized." The smile she returned was unequivocally triumphant. "So how does Grandma know about me?"
Logan, both hands back on the wheel of his chair, steered purposefully toward the kitchen cabinets, wondering where Juan Valdez disappeared to when you needed him the most.
Spoilers: Season 1, Between "Camera" and "Meow." Sorry for the confusion - I messed up on the titles of these episodes originally.
Reviews: Please. This is my first attempt at fanfiction. Should I go on?
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Logan sighed, irritation rivaling bemusement, as he hung up the phone. How had his grandmother managed to talk him into this trip. He had successfully avoided going to Canalee for almost a year now, despite the numerous invitations and reminders. Yet, today, she had somehow taken charge of everything and wound him around her little finger, just like he was eight years old.
Years ago all she had to do was feed him her chocolate chip cookies and he was her willing accomplice in any undertaking. He smiled remembering summer evenings on her porch overlooking the bay, the sun seeping gently from the sky as she braided his sister's long hair, her stories entrancing them as cookie crumbs piled up on the stenciled floor boards.
"Penny for 'em," an insistent voice demanded, jolting Logan from his memories with a start and sending the phone, on which his hand continued to rest, from the computer desk on a collision course with the burnished hardwood floor of the apartment.
"Jumpy today, aren't we? What've you been into this time? Some literally ramblings, perhaps?" Max's dark eyes sparkled up at him from her crouched stance, the phone safe in her grasp.
"Oh nothing much, wrapping up the demise of a drug empire, communicating with the global community, wondering where to purchase a 'Knock before Entering' sign."
"Come on Logan, you need me to add a little excitement to your dull and boring life."
Given the increase in his heart rate as she gracefully drew herself up and deposited the phone on his lap, he really couldn't argue with that. He stopped breathing as her dark shoulder length curls brushed against the side of his face. Finally, he found his eyes level with the perfect expanse of sleek olive skin displayed between her low riding jeans and cropped blue T-shirt. In one fluid movement, she had managed to obliterate all coherent thought from his mind.
"Earth to Logan." Max rested one hip on the computer desk, her hand resting on the other, the look of exasperation on her face belied by the slight upturn of her full lips and mischievous glint in her dark chestnut eyes.
Logan carefully set the phone down, raising his eyes from her flat stomach to her eyes, which gave no indication of knowledge of the effect she had on him. He shifted his wheel chair rapidly, his focus now safely on the computer screen. "Seems I've got to go up north for a few days. Trying to figure out how to get through all this work first."
"Up north where?"
Logan grinned, if Max could move with the grace of a cat, she also shared that species' reputation for inquisitiveness. "My grandmother wants me to visit."
"Oh, family!" Max's response indicated she understood his lack of enthusiasm when it came to socializing with the Cale clan.
"No, it's not like that. This is my mother's mother, grandma Richards." As soon as he spoke he realized his error. What was wrong with him today, must be lack of caffeine, black market supplies had finally dried up. He focused his thoughts on Columbia and coffee beans as Max circled and ended up on his other side sitting on the desk, her arm resting innocently between his face and the flickering screen.
"So what's grandma like?"
" Warm, intelligent, funny, feisty…likes to get her own way on occasion." He glanced at her purposely after that last remark, but he knew she was too focused on her prey to pay any heed to subtleties. Maybe there was some instant coffee in the back of a cupboard. He used it in dessert recipes sometimes.
"And you have to get out of the city, away from work, out into the countryside, and visit this woman. No wonder you look down."
Without moving so much as an eyebrow, she was beginning to stalk him. He backed up and started moving toward the expanse of the kitchen. He had some Earl Grey tea somewhere, he was sure of it, maybe not with enough caffeine for his present requirements, but he could use an extra bag or three.
"I've got a lot of work to do right now. Informants I need to contact, leads to follow up. I don't need a day's drive and a family gathering." He cringed at the defensiveness in his own voice, or was it because he felt Max approaching from behind ready to pounce. Maybe he should just move to a Columbian coffee plantation and be done with it.
"So take along an interesting travel companion accomplished in driving and laptop computer operation, not to mention intelligent, exciting…" Abruptly she stopped, uncertainty clouding her steady gaze. "Not that I'd want to intrude. Your grandmother may not want an extra guest, especially not a semi-human one."
He turned the chair, swiftly catching her hand in his. "She suggested you come. In fact every time she calls we're both included in the invitation. However, you have work."
"Not for the next five days. Normal found a rat in the mailroom. Thinks he's coming down with bubonic plague. The entire building is being fumigated, sprayed, scrubbed, and sterilized." The smile she returned was unequivocally triumphant. "So how does Grandma know about me?"
Logan, both hands back on the wheel of his chair, steered purposefully toward the kitchen cabinets, wondering where Juan Valdez disappeared to when you needed him the most.
