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Spoilers: "Shorties in Love"
A/N: Max's thoughts about the poem Logan wrote about her. Just a short snippet.
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He wrote a poem about me. Logan Cale wrote a poem about me, Max. I can't stop thinking about it. I never dreamed anyone would ever write a poem about me, the genetically engineered freak show in human form.
I stole the poem last night when I was leaving. I had to get out of there before I did something totally stupid like start crying or throw myself at him. But I needed to see those words and read them over again so I took the poem from his book.
The paper is already creased and crinkled from being in my pocket but I can't bring myself to leave it anywhere. I need to know I have it, that I can take it out and look at it again when I tell myself that it isn't true, that I only imagined it.
I've only looked at it about a hundred times in the last hour or so. That's all.
Does this mean that maybe I'm becoming a real girl? Kind of like that fairy tale I heard once, about the wooden puppet (I don't remember his name) who became a real boy. I think it was love that made him real. Is this love? I wish I knew how to tell.
Logan talked about your first love last night and how you never really get over them. I wonder who his first love was? Was it Daphne? Valerie? He looked kind of sad. I could only say, "I don't know". I never had a first love to get over. Not like Logan and OC. I missed all that boy girl stuff while I was playing escape and evade from Manticore.
But, that doesn't matter now because I have a poem. A poem about me. A poem written by Logan. And Logan cares about me. Cares about me as more than his avenging angel, as more than his personal cat burglar. "Way more". He said so and he kind of leaned back against me when he said it. He even brought up the subject himself. One minute we're talking about him tracing that gun for me and the next he's telling me that even though Eyes Only is his primary mission he worries about me. Like where did that come from? Totally off topic but I didn't mind.
"Forever eyes" his poem said. "Dark⦠somebody's angel". His angel? I don't know yet, this is all too new for me. I want to ask Cindy about all this but at the same time I don't want to share it with anyone else. I want to keep it as my secret. My shared secret. Shared with Logan. We share lots of other secrets but this one is different. This one is ours and doesn't have anything to do with the rest of the world. It's special.
Zack would scoff and call it phony sentimentality and Lydecker would call me weak and useless but I don't care. Because I know something they don't. My poem makes me stronger not weaker. It makes me more human and I've decided that isn't a bad thing to be.
I, Max Guevara, X5 rogue, escapee from Manticore, created in a genetics lab as a military experiment, a chimera, am more than that. I'm a real girl. I have someone special who cares about me and I have a poem to prove it.
