Disclaimer-Dark Angel doesn't belong to me and unfortunately never will. It belongs to the genius of James Camren. If you sue all you'll get is some posters and used dance shoes. Although if anyone could find a price for Micheal Weatherly.......
A/N-So this isn't what would ideally have happened rather then what happened in AJBAC but it's a thought for a story. This is my first fanfic so any help, reviews, or even flames will be greatly appreciated.
On her left hand she wore the engagement ring he had given her 5 years after they meet, she also wore the wedding band given to her only 6 months ago. On her right hand she wore the small promise ring he had given her on the second anniversary of their strange meeting promising that they would always be together. And on her pinkie she wore that caladaha ring. She had worn it since that horrible day (the first of many) when he thought he would lose her, she had never taken it off. She was dressed in her favorite dress, a little black number that over the years had seen its share of wonderful events.
Logan stood over Max, and quietly slipped the family stone ring she had wanted so badly onto her small finger. As he slid the ring onto her finger a tear slide down his face and onto the oak, and then onto the soft white satin that lined her coffin, her final resting place. He sighed quietly as he bent down to kiss her cheek and silently close the lid of the coffin, he would watch over her tonight, the last night he would spend with her. And as he sat and began his vigil he began to think of the day he meet her and the of the times that followed.