Tipsy
By Jade
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Dark Angel, if I did, it would still be on the air.
Time Frame: Season One, up to "I and I am a Camera"
Summary: Max's drunk, Logan comes to the rescue- what will they do while she's in her stupor?
Author's Note: Logan fixed the exoskeleton and can walk. Thanks to my beta, Elisha- you rock!
"Damn seizures.." Max muttered. "Hey Stan, can I get some milk?"
"Here ya go"
"Thanks, I really need this right bout now" Max downed the glass of milk, then ordered another. But there was something different about this milk; it tasted different somehow. Max shrugged it off and downed another glass of milk. 'This stuff is pretty good, maybe I should buy some of this milk.'
"Bottoms up!"
Logan sat in his penthouse, trying to work, but Max kept taking over his thoughts. Eyes Only work seemed to have gotten harder after Max showed up. But it was worth it. Logan would've given anything to see her right now, her red pouty lips, 100-watt smile, and all those curves... 'Stop it, Logan, must get back to work. A lot of people are counting on you. Well, maybe I'll presently page her, dinner should be done soon.'
Logan picked up his phone with a giddy feeling rising in his chest. Why was he feeling like this? He hadn't felt this giddy since Lara Melson kissed him in the sixth grade.
"Hey, you've reached my pager, punch in your number."
Logan punched in his number and got back to work, even with Max laced on every thought he had.
Original Cindy was having a bomb ass time at Crash tonight. Her new lickety- boo was gonna meet her in about 20 minutes, and she wasn't celibate either. She walked over to the counter to order some beers when she saw Max, looking off into nowhere, downing glass after glass of milk. She didn't look like the same Max Original Cindy saw and lived with. This Max reminded her of Sketchy when he had gone a little crazy with the beer. "You aiight boo? You seem kinda, how to I put this, faded."
"Yea, I'm good, this milk is just reealllyy good. Try some!" Max slid a glass of milk over. 'As they say.. milk does a body good.'
Max had just downed her 7th glass of milk. The room and seemed to soften and all the sudden a warmth came over her. Something was up with that milk, but hell, its just milk!
Original Cindy grabbed the milk and looked at it. 'It looks aiight, but does it smell all good?' "Boo," Original Cindy took a swif of the milk, "This milk's been spiked. You betta put down the milk and get home before something tragic happens. I might miss hooking up with my lickety-boo."
"No, it's not, OC, this is just plain ol milk." Max attempted to get another glass, until her pager went off. "Oooh, who could that be? Oh, it's Logan again, probably wanting me to help him save the world again. Is that the only thing on his miinnnd? Hmmmm?"
Original Cindy shook her head in disappointment.. "Aiight boo, Original Cindy hates to break it down for ya, but you're faded beyond belief. Gimme that, Original Cindy needs some help with this bitch." Original Cindy grabbed her pager and headed for a pay phone. "Herbal! Watch my girl, she's had one too many, if you know what I mean."
Logan was starting to worry. It had been ten minutes since he paged her. If Max was at Crash with her friends she would have called by now. 'Something's up.' His thoughts were broken by the shrill of his phone. 'That should be Max."
"Hey."
"Hey, you got Original Cindy here."
"What's up?" Logan straightened. 'Original Cindy only calls when something's wrong..'
"You betta get down here boo, your girl's faded."
"Faded?" Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Yea, ya know, faded, strung out, drunk?"
'Oh my God.'
"I'll be there was soon as I can." Logan hung up the phone, grabbed his keys and ran to the door. 'I hope you're gonna be ok when I get there Max.'
Logan sped over to Crash as fast as he could without getting pulled over by another fat corrupt sector cop.. Out front was Original Cindy and Herbal, trying to keep Max standing and away from anymore "milk."
He put his Aztek in park and got out of the car. "She ok?"
Max closed her eyes as a car pulled right in front of her with its headlights blaring, cutting through the darkness like a knife. The light was sooo bright. She saw someone get out who looked like Logan. 'Loooggaann! Whaat's he doin here?'
"Loogann?" Max looked at him quizzically.
"I'm here, Max." He took Max from Herbal and Original Cindy and placed her in the back seat of his Aztek. "Thanks guys. I'll take it from here."
"You betta take care of my boo, if you don't, I'm gonna out the smack down on yo ass."
"Let'sa get back insida, ya?" Herbal ushered OC back into Crash before she could say anything else.
Logan headed for Fogle Towers. He turned on the stereo, hoping that the classical music would soothe Max. "Valse Triste" came slowly from the speakers. Logan smiled to himself, thinking about the day that his guardian angel saved him and the dance.
"No, don't let go."
"I won't."
Everything was a blur. Max couldn't see anything very well. Her head was pounding, until that song came on in the car. A wave of memories flooded back to her. She smiled. She and Logan were dancing. She wished that could happen..
"Logan?" Max said weakly, "Are we almost there? I need to puke, and these streetlights are givin me a headache."
"It's ok, we're almost there. Do you think you're going to be ok for another block of so?" Logan stopped at a stoplight and looked over at her. She looked so small, so fragile, so helpless. The Max he saw everyday was strong, powerful, and independent.
"I ttthink so." She said quietly. 'Logan's voice is sooo smoooottthh and sexy.' Max looked up at him, seeing that he was staring at her. 'His eyes.. mmmmm.' They're eyes remained locked on each other until the cars behind him started to honk.
When they got to Fogle Towers, Max had slipped off to sleep. Logan gently cradled her in his arms and walked toward the lift. Max immedialty wrapped her arms around him. 'Mmmm.. Logan smells so gooooddd..'
"Logan.."
"Shhh. It's going to be ok, we're almost there." 'Come on! Stupid lift!' Logan looked down at the beautiful angel in his arms and brushed a lock of hair off her glowing face. The lift finally came to a stop at the floor and opened its doors.
When inside, he went to his bedroom and laid Max down on his bed. He took off her boots and tucked her in. "Goodnight Max." He placed a kiss on her forehead and went back to work.
A wave of warmth slipped over her as she slowly woke up. 'Mmm.. its so warm.' Max slowly opened her eyes. She had a killer headache and felt a little dizzy. "Damn milk." She looked around. Alarms went off in her head; she was in Logan's bed. 'Omigodomigodomigod what am I doing here?!' She proceeded to get out of the bed, but the room started to spin and she lost balance.
"Logan?" She said softly before she hit the floor with a crash.
Logan jumped up immediately at the sound of the crash and ran to his room. 'I hope she's ok..' When he opened the door he saw Max on the floor, giggling incessively "Max, are you ok?"
"Yea, I'm hahaha fine."
She looked up into his eyes. They were filled with worry, but they were still breathtaking. "Did anyone every tell you that you have the most gorgeous blue eyes?"
Logan reached down to help her up. "Max, it's going to be ok. I'll help you get back in bed.."
"Stop worrying Logan! It's all good, all the time!" She swung her arms and fell backwards giggling. "Whoops!" She said as she slipped and fell.
Logan ran to catch her as she landed perfectly in his arms. Their eyes locked. Max's giggling suddenly came to a stop. "No, but did anyone tell you that you have the most beautiful brown eyes?"
Silence filled the room as sparks continued to fly. Logan moved in closer to capture her in a passionate kiss. Max wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands slid into her nest of soft brown curls. The kiss was amazing. It was passionate yet gentle, and told Max everything Logan wanted to say but couldn't bring himself to say. Max felt happiness consume her completely.
'He'skissingmehe'skissingmehe'skissingmehe'skissingmehe'skissingme!!!!'
Suddenly Logan pulled away, gasping for air. "We mere mortals need to come up for air every once in a while."
Max's face turned a deep red. "Oh, sorry."
"It's ok. Max?"
"Logan?" She looked into his eyes once again, only to get lost in them.
"Dance with me?"
A smile spread across her lips and she remembered the dream. "Hey, that's my line." She giggled, looking away for a second. Logan put her chin in his hands and moved her face so she was looking at him again. "Yes. I will."
Logan led Max into the living room. With one swift move, he picked up the remote and pressed play. The soft notes of "Valse Triste" filled the air. Logan outstretched his arm, and Max accepted. They danced close together, locked on each other's eyes. Logan held Max out for a spin.
"You ok?" He said, quoting from the dream.
Max smiled, "Yeah, just a little dizzy."
"Wanna stop?" He pulled her in closer, feeling her warmth radiate from her beautiful skin.
"No, don't let go." She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise." Logan smiled. She hadn't just heard that song in the car.
"Looks like we did share that dream," she said, remembering back to day that she was humming the song in the hospital.
"Looks like it."
The air left between them was fading fast as they continued to dance. "Logan."
"Yes?"
"I.. I love you," She blurted out.
'Omigod- what did I just say?!?!'
Logan's heart skipped a beat. 'Omigod- did she just say..?' He smiled and whispered in her ear, "I love you too, Max."
The air between them disappeared when they pulled in for another kiss. The kiss made both of them dizzy as they continued to dance. Suddenly, Max realized that the music had stopped. She pulled away and whispered in his ear, "Logan, the music's stopped."
"I guess it has."
He swept her off her feet and into his arms as he planted soft kisses down her neck. "Please. Don't. Leave." "I won't, I promise."
He walked toward his bedroom door and kicked it shut, as the beginning of their proclamation of love for each other began.
The sun slowly crawled in as day began. Max was lying in Logan's arms, sleeping deeply after an eventful night of loving and confessions. Silence filled the air as cars could be faintly heard driving to work. The phone rang, cutting through the comfortable silence. Logan was all of the sudden jolted out of a rather good dream involving him and Max at the family cabin. Logan groaned and reached over and answered the phone with a rather groggy "Hello?"
"Hey, do you know where Max is?" Original Cindy's voice came pouring through the phone. "She didn't come home last night, and Original Cindy's starting to worry."
"Ah, she's fine."
"Ooh," Original Cindy got the message; obviously she had just interrupted something. "Am I interruptin anything?"
"Just my REM." Logan rubbed his face. 'Too. Early.'
"Sorry. Tell Max that she betta move her ass. I've been coverin for her, but a girl can over cova for so long." Logan could hear Normal screeching, "Hey! That's not your personal phone line missy!"
"Tell him she's been having some medical problems. I'll whip up something." Logan thanked Bling silently for putting that pad of doctor's notes on his desk yesterday.
"Aiight boo. Lata." Original Cindy hung the phone just as Logan could hear Normal's screeching start up again.
Max slowly opened her eyes and felt like a pund of bricks had just fell on her head.. "Who was that?"
"Original Cindy. How ya feeling?"
"I have a killer headache, but I think I know how to make it feel better." A sly smile spread across her face as she pulled Logan in for another long, steamy kiss. "Yep, all better."
Logan held Max in his arms. 'She didn't leave, she stayed.'
Max listened to Logan's steady heartbeat as her head lay on his chest. She felt so safe in his arms. 'Nothing can hurt me now, not even my own private antichrist. Wherever you are Donald Lydecker, you can kiss my transgenic ass!'
"What are you thinking about?"
"How safe I feel in your arms." A smile blossomed on her lips as she looked up at him. He couldn't help but to smile.
"Want some breakfast?"
"As long as you're there." Max let a sly smile creep on to her lips.
Max climbed out of bed. "Can I wear one of your shirts?" She looked at the scattered clothes on the floor. "I don't think I'll find mine anytime soon."
"Sure."
Max hunted through Logan's closet until she found the perfect t-shirt. She put it up to her nose and inhaled. 'Mmm.. this smells so much like Logan. What are you saying girl? This is Logan's t-shirt!' She pulled it on and threw Logan another shirt she had found as he put on his boxers..
"Thanks."
Max followed Logan into the kitchen as he started to whip up one of his favorites, chocolate chip pancakes. His mom used to make it all the time when he was a little kid.
Max sat on a kitchen stool, watching Logan's smooth, flowing movements as he whipped, poured, and whisked. 'God, he looks so sexy when he cooks. ugh.. this headache's a bitch! It woulda been so much easier if I had only had one.' Memories of her drunken stupor flew back to her. 'Oh God, I've become a female Sketchy..'
Logan couldn't keep his eyes off Max. Something was wrong though, a look of worry settled on her face. "Max? You ok?"
"I'm fine, except for this headache. Got anything I can take?"
"Yea, it should be in my medicine cabinet. Why don't you go lie down until the pancakes are ready?"
"Ok.. I'll just be over there."
Logan watched Max disappear into his bathroom. Soon after, she plopped on the couch and closed her eyes.
"Max, breakfast's ready."
No reply.
"Max?"
Logan walked over to the couch and found Max in a deep sleep. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. "Max, breakfast."
Max was deep in a dream. She was back at Manticore, in the cold, haunting barracks her brothers and sisters lived in, but it was bare. "Max."
Max spun around. It was Logan, tied up in a chair with blood trickling down his face.
"Logan!"
She rushed to his side. "Logan, who did this to you?"
She caressed his face and kissed his forehead. Hot tears stung in her eyes. Who could have done this to him?
"I did." A familiar voice called out from behind her.
Her face turned stone cold as she spun around. But she wasn't prepared for what she saw. "Zack? You did this? Why?"
"Because, Maxie, Logan's weak, He's slowing you down. He's going to get you killed, and I just can't stand by and watch." Zack pulled out a gun from behind his back and shot Logan in the head.
"NOOOOO!!!" She held Logan in her arms and kissed him one last time as tears filled her eyes. "Don't leave me Logan! I need you, love you..."
"NOOOOO!!" Max screamed, slicing the serenity in the penthouse. Tears began to fill her eyes. "Don't leave me Logan! I need you, love you..."
"It's alright Max, I'm right here. Shhh." Logan cradled her in his arms while whispering comforting words in her ear. "It's gonna be ok."
Max slowly opened her eyes. "Logan.."
"I'm right here Max. What happened?" Worry consumed him. What was going on in his angel's head?
"Zack, he, he, killed you." She sputtered out.
"It's ok Max, it was just a dream. It was just a dream"
Max stayed in his arms, softly crying until all the tears had left her.
"Hey, breakfast is getting cold." Logan said, tracing her jaw line with his fingers.
"Umm.. smells good. Do you think you could put it in a doggie bag for me? I'm already late for work as it is."
"Sure."
Max rushed into Logan's bedroom and threw her clothes on. 'Normal's gonna kill me!' She rushed out to the kitchen to find Logan with a bag in his hand.
"Cya tonight? Say around 8?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Logan wrapped her in his arms and gave her a good-bye kiss full of promise and passion.
"Better not." He said in a low seductive voice.
Max gave him another kiss. "Gotta blaze! Cya soon."
Max left feeling elated and overjoyed. 'He loves me.'
By Jade
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Dark Angel, if I did, it would still be on the air.
Time Frame: Season One, up to "I and I am a Camera"
Summary: Max's drunk, Logan comes to the rescue- what will they do while she's in her stupor?
Author's Note: Logan fixed the exoskeleton and can walk. Thanks to my beta, Elisha- you rock!
"Damn seizures.." Max muttered. "Hey Stan, can I get some milk?"
"Here ya go"
"Thanks, I really need this right bout now" Max downed the glass of milk, then ordered another. But there was something different about this milk; it tasted different somehow. Max shrugged it off and downed another glass of milk. 'This stuff is pretty good, maybe I should buy some of this milk.'
"Bottoms up!"
Logan sat in his penthouse, trying to work, but Max kept taking over his thoughts. Eyes Only work seemed to have gotten harder after Max showed up. But it was worth it. Logan would've given anything to see her right now, her red pouty lips, 100-watt smile, and all those curves... 'Stop it, Logan, must get back to work. A lot of people are counting on you. Well, maybe I'll presently page her, dinner should be done soon.'
Logan picked up his phone with a giddy feeling rising in his chest. Why was he feeling like this? He hadn't felt this giddy since Lara Melson kissed him in the sixth grade.
"Hey, you've reached my pager, punch in your number."
Logan punched in his number and got back to work, even with Max laced on every thought he had.
Original Cindy was having a bomb ass time at Crash tonight. Her new lickety- boo was gonna meet her in about 20 minutes, and she wasn't celibate either. She walked over to the counter to order some beers when she saw Max, looking off into nowhere, downing glass after glass of milk. She didn't look like the same Max Original Cindy saw and lived with. This Max reminded her of Sketchy when he had gone a little crazy with the beer. "You aiight boo? You seem kinda, how to I put this, faded."
"Yea, I'm good, this milk is just reealllyy good. Try some!" Max slid a glass of milk over. 'As they say.. milk does a body good.'
Max had just downed her 7th glass of milk. The room and seemed to soften and all the sudden a warmth came over her. Something was up with that milk, but hell, its just milk!
Original Cindy grabbed the milk and looked at it. 'It looks aiight, but does it smell all good?' "Boo," Original Cindy took a swif of the milk, "This milk's been spiked. You betta put down the milk and get home before something tragic happens. I might miss hooking up with my lickety-boo."
"No, it's not, OC, this is just plain ol milk." Max attempted to get another glass, until her pager went off. "Oooh, who could that be? Oh, it's Logan again, probably wanting me to help him save the world again. Is that the only thing on his miinnnd? Hmmmm?"
Original Cindy shook her head in disappointment.. "Aiight boo, Original Cindy hates to break it down for ya, but you're faded beyond belief. Gimme that, Original Cindy needs some help with this bitch." Original Cindy grabbed her pager and headed for a pay phone. "Herbal! Watch my girl, she's had one too many, if you know what I mean."
Logan was starting to worry. It had been ten minutes since he paged her. If Max was at Crash with her friends she would have called by now. 'Something's up.' His thoughts were broken by the shrill of his phone. 'That should be Max."
"Hey."
"Hey, you got Original Cindy here."
"What's up?" Logan straightened. 'Original Cindy only calls when something's wrong..'
"You betta get down here boo, your girl's faded."
"Faded?" Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Yea, ya know, faded, strung out, drunk?"
'Oh my God.'
"I'll be there was soon as I can." Logan hung up the phone, grabbed his keys and ran to the door. 'I hope you're gonna be ok when I get there Max.'
Logan sped over to Crash as fast as he could without getting pulled over by another fat corrupt sector cop.. Out front was Original Cindy and Herbal, trying to keep Max standing and away from anymore "milk."
He put his Aztek in park and got out of the car. "She ok?"
Max closed her eyes as a car pulled right in front of her with its headlights blaring, cutting through the darkness like a knife. The light was sooo bright. She saw someone get out who looked like Logan. 'Loooggaann! Whaat's he doin here?'
"Loogann?" Max looked at him quizzically.
"I'm here, Max." He took Max from Herbal and Original Cindy and placed her in the back seat of his Aztek. "Thanks guys. I'll take it from here."
"You betta take care of my boo, if you don't, I'm gonna out the smack down on yo ass."
"Let'sa get back insida, ya?" Herbal ushered OC back into Crash before she could say anything else.
Logan headed for Fogle Towers. He turned on the stereo, hoping that the classical music would soothe Max. "Valse Triste" came slowly from the speakers. Logan smiled to himself, thinking about the day that his guardian angel saved him and the dance.
"No, don't let go."
"I won't."
Everything was a blur. Max couldn't see anything very well. Her head was pounding, until that song came on in the car. A wave of memories flooded back to her. She smiled. She and Logan were dancing. She wished that could happen..
"Logan?" Max said weakly, "Are we almost there? I need to puke, and these streetlights are givin me a headache."
"It's ok, we're almost there. Do you think you're going to be ok for another block of so?" Logan stopped at a stoplight and looked over at her. She looked so small, so fragile, so helpless. The Max he saw everyday was strong, powerful, and independent.
"I ttthink so." She said quietly. 'Logan's voice is sooo smoooottthh and sexy.' Max looked up at him, seeing that he was staring at her. 'His eyes.. mmmmm.' They're eyes remained locked on each other until the cars behind him started to honk.
When they got to Fogle Towers, Max had slipped off to sleep. Logan gently cradled her in his arms and walked toward the lift. Max immedialty wrapped her arms around him. 'Mmmm.. Logan smells so gooooddd..'
"Logan.."
"Shhh. It's going to be ok, we're almost there." 'Come on! Stupid lift!' Logan looked down at the beautiful angel in his arms and brushed a lock of hair off her glowing face. The lift finally came to a stop at the floor and opened its doors.
When inside, he went to his bedroom and laid Max down on his bed. He took off her boots and tucked her in. "Goodnight Max." He placed a kiss on her forehead and went back to work.
A wave of warmth slipped over her as she slowly woke up. 'Mmm.. its so warm.' Max slowly opened her eyes. She had a killer headache and felt a little dizzy. "Damn milk." She looked around. Alarms went off in her head; she was in Logan's bed. 'Omigodomigodomigod what am I doing here?!' She proceeded to get out of the bed, but the room started to spin and she lost balance.
"Logan?" She said softly before she hit the floor with a crash.
Logan jumped up immediately at the sound of the crash and ran to his room. 'I hope she's ok..' When he opened the door he saw Max on the floor, giggling incessively "Max, are you ok?"
"Yea, I'm hahaha fine."
She looked up into his eyes. They were filled with worry, but they were still breathtaking. "Did anyone every tell you that you have the most gorgeous blue eyes?"
Logan reached down to help her up. "Max, it's going to be ok. I'll help you get back in bed.."
"Stop worrying Logan! It's all good, all the time!" She swung her arms and fell backwards giggling. "Whoops!" She said as she slipped and fell.
Logan ran to catch her as she landed perfectly in his arms. Their eyes locked. Max's giggling suddenly came to a stop. "No, but did anyone tell you that you have the most beautiful brown eyes?"
Silence filled the room as sparks continued to fly. Logan moved in closer to capture her in a passionate kiss. Max wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands slid into her nest of soft brown curls. The kiss was amazing. It was passionate yet gentle, and told Max everything Logan wanted to say but couldn't bring himself to say. Max felt happiness consume her completely.
'He'skissingmehe'skissingmehe'skissingmehe'skissingmehe'skissingme!!!!'
Suddenly Logan pulled away, gasping for air. "We mere mortals need to come up for air every once in a while."
Max's face turned a deep red. "Oh, sorry."
"It's ok. Max?"
"Logan?" She looked into his eyes once again, only to get lost in them.
"Dance with me?"
A smile spread across her lips and she remembered the dream. "Hey, that's my line." She giggled, looking away for a second. Logan put her chin in his hands and moved her face so she was looking at him again. "Yes. I will."
Logan led Max into the living room. With one swift move, he picked up the remote and pressed play. The soft notes of "Valse Triste" filled the air. Logan outstretched his arm, and Max accepted. They danced close together, locked on each other's eyes. Logan held Max out for a spin.
"You ok?" He said, quoting from the dream.
Max smiled, "Yeah, just a little dizzy."
"Wanna stop?" He pulled her in closer, feeling her warmth radiate from her beautiful skin.
"No, don't let go." She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise." Logan smiled. She hadn't just heard that song in the car.
"Looks like we did share that dream," she said, remembering back to day that she was humming the song in the hospital.
"Looks like it."
The air left between them was fading fast as they continued to dance. "Logan."
"Yes?"
"I.. I love you," She blurted out.
'Omigod- what did I just say?!?!'
Logan's heart skipped a beat. 'Omigod- did she just say..?' He smiled and whispered in her ear, "I love you too, Max."
The air between them disappeared when they pulled in for another kiss. The kiss made both of them dizzy as they continued to dance. Suddenly, Max realized that the music had stopped. She pulled away and whispered in his ear, "Logan, the music's stopped."
"I guess it has."
He swept her off her feet and into his arms as he planted soft kisses down her neck. "Please. Don't. Leave." "I won't, I promise."
He walked toward his bedroom door and kicked it shut, as the beginning of their proclamation of love for each other began.
The sun slowly crawled in as day began. Max was lying in Logan's arms, sleeping deeply after an eventful night of loving and confessions. Silence filled the air as cars could be faintly heard driving to work. The phone rang, cutting through the comfortable silence. Logan was all of the sudden jolted out of a rather good dream involving him and Max at the family cabin. Logan groaned and reached over and answered the phone with a rather groggy "Hello?"
"Hey, do you know where Max is?" Original Cindy's voice came pouring through the phone. "She didn't come home last night, and Original Cindy's starting to worry."
"Ah, she's fine."
"Ooh," Original Cindy got the message; obviously she had just interrupted something. "Am I interruptin anything?"
"Just my REM." Logan rubbed his face. 'Too. Early.'
"Sorry. Tell Max that she betta move her ass. I've been coverin for her, but a girl can over cova for so long." Logan could hear Normal screeching, "Hey! That's not your personal phone line missy!"
"Tell him she's been having some medical problems. I'll whip up something." Logan thanked Bling silently for putting that pad of doctor's notes on his desk yesterday.
"Aiight boo. Lata." Original Cindy hung the phone just as Logan could hear Normal's screeching start up again.
Max slowly opened her eyes and felt like a pund of bricks had just fell on her head.. "Who was that?"
"Original Cindy. How ya feeling?"
"I have a killer headache, but I think I know how to make it feel better." A sly smile spread across her face as she pulled Logan in for another long, steamy kiss. "Yep, all better."
Logan held Max in his arms. 'She didn't leave, she stayed.'
Max listened to Logan's steady heartbeat as her head lay on his chest. She felt so safe in his arms. 'Nothing can hurt me now, not even my own private antichrist. Wherever you are Donald Lydecker, you can kiss my transgenic ass!'
"What are you thinking about?"
"How safe I feel in your arms." A smile blossomed on her lips as she looked up at him. He couldn't help but to smile.
"Want some breakfast?"
"As long as you're there." Max let a sly smile creep on to her lips.
Max climbed out of bed. "Can I wear one of your shirts?" She looked at the scattered clothes on the floor. "I don't think I'll find mine anytime soon."
"Sure."
Max hunted through Logan's closet until she found the perfect t-shirt. She put it up to her nose and inhaled. 'Mmm.. this smells so much like Logan. What are you saying girl? This is Logan's t-shirt!' She pulled it on and threw Logan another shirt she had found as he put on his boxers..
"Thanks."
Max followed Logan into the kitchen as he started to whip up one of his favorites, chocolate chip pancakes. His mom used to make it all the time when he was a little kid.
Max sat on a kitchen stool, watching Logan's smooth, flowing movements as he whipped, poured, and whisked. 'God, he looks so sexy when he cooks. ugh.. this headache's a bitch! It woulda been so much easier if I had only had one.' Memories of her drunken stupor flew back to her. 'Oh God, I've become a female Sketchy..'
Logan couldn't keep his eyes off Max. Something was wrong though, a look of worry settled on her face. "Max? You ok?"
"I'm fine, except for this headache. Got anything I can take?"
"Yea, it should be in my medicine cabinet. Why don't you go lie down until the pancakes are ready?"
"Ok.. I'll just be over there."
Logan watched Max disappear into his bathroom. Soon after, she plopped on the couch and closed her eyes.
"Max, breakfast's ready."
No reply.
"Max?"
Logan walked over to the couch and found Max in a deep sleep. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. "Max, breakfast."
Max was deep in a dream. She was back at Manticore, in the cold, haunting barracks her brothers and sisters lived in, but it was bare. "Max."
Max spun around. It was Logan, tied up in a chair with blood trickling down his face.
"Logan!"
She rushed to his side. "Logan, who did this to you?"
She caressed his face and kissed his forehead. Hot tears stung in her eyes. Who could have done this to him?
"I did." A familiar voice called out from behind her.
Her face turned stone cold as she spun around. But she wasn't prepared for what she saw. "Zack? You did this? Why?"
"Because, Maxie, Logan's weak, He's slowing you down. He's going to get you killed, and I just can't stand by and watch." Zack pulled out a gun from behind his back and shot Logan in the head.
"NOOOOO!!!" She held Logan in her arms and kissed him one last time as tears filled her eyes. "Don't leave me Logan! I need you, love you..."
"NOOOOO!!" Max screamed, slicing the serenity in the penthouse. Tears began to fill her eyes. "Don't leave me Logan! I need you, love you..."
"It's alright Max, I'm right here. Shhh." Logan cradled her in his arms while whispering comforting words in her ear. "It's gonna be ok."
Max slowly opened her eyes. "Logan.."
"I'm right here Max. What happened?" Worry consumed him. What was going on in his angel's head?
"Zack, he, he, killed you." She sputtered out.
"It's ok Max, it was just a dream. It was just a dream"
Max stayed in his arms, softly crying until all the tears had left her.
"Hey, breakfast is getting cold." Logan said, tracing her jaw line with his fingers.
"Umm.. smells good. Do you think you could put it in a doggie bag for me? I'm already late for work as it is."
"Sure."
Max rushed into Logan's bedroom and threw her clothes on. 'Normal's gonna kill me!' She rushed out to the kitchen to find Logan with a bag in his hand.
"Cya tonight? Say around 8?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Logan wrapped her in his arms and gave her a good-bye kiss full of promise and passion.
"Better not." He said in a low seductive voice.
Max gave him another kiss. "Gotta blaze! Cya soon."
Max left feeling elated and overjoyed. 'He loves me.'