Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the storyline.
A/N: I've written this story in a couple of sleepless nights. I hope that this is a little different to most of my other stories. But of course it's Season 1 based and we have Max and Logan as main characters.
ENJOY!
PS: One tiny little thing: I've really tried hard to write a story where Logan is more of a "manly man", I'm not sure it's been a successful effort. Anyway, I really do appreciate constructive (!) criticism, but what I think is a little unfair is criticism concerning the concept of stories or character drawings - if somebody doesn't like the concept or character drawing why read the story at all? I mean, I know I'm hopeless and I#m having a hard time changing- not even sure I want to!
Anyway, I hope everybody will be happy with the Logan showing up in this story- this is probably the best I can do in terms of having Logan be a "strong" guy! ( he won't be in this chapter though…)
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Heartburn
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Prologue
The young man casually leaned against his motorbike, his left leg crossed in front of his right one. He had taken off his black leather jacket and had revealed his muscular upper arms. The spider-net tattoo on his left arm fit his self-confident and cocky appearance to perfection. His dark hair was combed back.
Through his sunglasses he watched a few workers sitting in front of a run-down warehouse, using the lunch-break for a cigarette. The heat made the air move in the distance as the sun shone mercilessly down on the city. For Seattle this wasn't very common and the people who usually complained about the endless rain now started to wish for it back.
The heat-wave had made them suffer for almost a week now and as the air-conditioning didn't really work in most buildings there was no way to escape it.
For once the harbour workers seemed like the lucky ones. The closeness to the water offered a slightly cool breeze that made breathing and working a little easier.
Suddenly a black jeep came around the corner and approached the biker. It stopped in the shadows of the warehouse in a cloud of dust.
The young man watched an elderly, white-haired guy step out of the car who nervously glanced around before he came towards him. He sure didn't appear to be a pro. But on the other hand there was an eerie coldness in the man's eyes that almost made the younger man shiver despite the heat.
"I see you decided to come," the voice was just as cold and emotionless as the eyes.
The young man snorted, deciding to not feel intimidated by the appearance. "Apparently."
"I won't make this longer than it has to be. Nobody needs to see us together."
The biker threw a quick glance at the workers who still sat outside the building, talking and laughing. They didn't seem to care about the two guys. But in his dictionary 'nobody' was defined differently. Still, he answered, "Sure." He liked it that he was quite a bit taller than the other man. At least he didn't have those grey-blue eyes right on his eye level.
"All you have to do is make this girl fall for you and get her to me, alive."
He handed over an envelope and the younger man had a quick look. The photo showed a damn attractive, dark-haired girl in her early twenties. He laughed arrogantly. "Why can't you handle a chick like her yourself?"
The older man raised his eyebrows in answer. "That's none of your business. But I'll give you one advice: be careful. This girl can kick your ass – and she certainly will if she finds out that you go behind her back. You better try to be believable."
"Don't worry about that." He slipped the photo back in the envelope. "Where's my money?"
The white-haired man presented another envelope. "Five grand now, ten more when you deliver."
The handsome man quickly glanced into the envelope and then grinned satisfied. "I am going to deliver."
"You know how to contact me." With that he turned around, climbed back into his car and sped off.
The young man looked after him disappearing in the cloud of dust before he reached for the envelope containing the photo again to have another look. He whistled admiringly.
He had just been paid to make the cutest chick he had laid eyes on in quite some time fall for him. What a life!
**
TBC
A/N: I've written this story in a couple of sleepless nights. I hope that this is a little different to most of my other stories. But of course it's Season 1 based and we have Max and Logan as main characters.
ENJOY!
PS: One tiny little thing: I've really tried hard to write a story where Logan is more of a "manly man", I'm not sure it's been a successful effort. Anyway, I really do appreciate constructive (!) criticism, but what I think is a little unfair is criticism concerning the concept of stories or character drawings - if somebody doesn't like the concept or character drawing why read the story at all? I mean, I know I'm hopeless and I#m having a hard time changing- not even sure I want to!
Anyway, I hope everybody will be happy with the Logan showing up in this story- this is probably the best I can do in terms of having Logan be a "strong" guy! ( he won't be in this chapter though…)
**
Heartburn
*
Prologue
The young man casually leaned against his motorbike, his left leg crossed in front of his right one. He had taken off his black leather jacket and had revealed his muscular upper arms. The spider-net tattoo on his left arm fit his self-confident and cocky appearance to perfection. His dark hair was combed back.
Through his sunglasses he watched a few workers sitting in front of a run-down warehouse, using the lunch-break for a cigarette. The heat made the air move in the distance as the sun shone mercilessly down on the city. For Seattle this wasn't very common and the people who usually complained about the endless rain now started to wish for it back.
The heat-wave had made them suffer for almost a week now and as the air-conditioning didn't really work in most buildings there was no way to escape it.
For once the harbour workers seemed like the lucky ones. The closeness to the water offered a slightly cool breeze that made breathing and working a little easier.
Suddenly a black jeep came around the corner and approached the biker. It stopped in the shadows of the warehouse in a cloud of dust.
The young man watched an elderly, white-haired guy step out of the car who nervously glanced around before he came towards him. He sure didn't appear to be a pro. But on the other hand there was an eerie coldness in the man's eyes that almost made the younger man shiver despite the heat.
"I see you decided to come," the voice was just as cold and emotionless as the eyes.
The young man snorted, deciding to not feel intimidated by the appearance. "Apparently."
"I won't make this longer than it has to be. Nobody needs to see us together."
The biker threw a quick glance at the workers who still sat outside the building, talking and laughing. They didn't seem to care about the two guys. But in his dictionary 'nobody' was defined differently. Still, he answered, "Sure." He liked it that he was quite a bit taller than the other man. At least he didn't have those grey-blue eyes right on his eye level.
"All you have to do is make this girl fall for you and get her to me, alive."
He handed over an envelope and the younger man had a quick look. The photo showed a damn attractive, dark-haired girl in her early twenties. He laughed arrogantly. "Why can't you handle a chick like her yourself?"
The older man raised his eyebrows in answer. "That's none of your business. But I'll give you one advice: be careful. This girl can kick your ass – and she certainly will if she finds out that you go behind her back. You better try to be believable."
"Don't worry about that." He slipped the photo back in the envelope. "Where's my money?"
The white-haired man presented another envelope. "Five grand now, ten more when you deliver."
The handsome man quickly glanced into the envelope and then grinned satisfied. "I am going to deliver."
"You know how to contact me." With that he turned around, climbed back into his car and sped off.
The young man looked after him disappearing in the cloud of dust before he reached for the envelope containing the photo again to have another look. He whistled admiringly.
He had just been paid to make the cutest chick he had laid eyes on in quite some time fall for him. What a life!
**
TBC