Riding The Streets
by DrkAngll21
DiScLaImEr: I do not own Max or Logan or the other characters
from Dark Angel. Fox, Eglee, and Cameron do.
Please leave a review, they really help me know how
I'm doing.
Max didn't know where she was going, it just felt good to go. It was always like this when she was on her motorcycle. She was free to think and be on her own-nothing else in the world mattered. And the best part was, no one could take that feeling away from her.
Logan was on Max's mind as she rode through the poverty ridden streets of Seattle, Washington. She just didn't get it. Why had he gotten so mad over something so juvenile? What was the dealio with this Brown guy anyway? Max came to a redlight and slowed her motorcycle down.
It was Logan's street, and Max's heart sank. She wanted so bad for Logan to page her or something. She hated that he was angry with her, even if it was over something stupid. The light had turned green ages ago, and cars behind her began to honk. Without thinking, she took the left toward's the large apartment building.
~*~
Logan was working on getting some information for his next "Eyes Only-Streaming Freedom Video" when he heard his front door click. "Mike?" he called. He wheeled out to his apartment den to find Max standing with her back to him. She turned around and frowned.
"Logan," she said softly. "I- I wasn't going to come but- I just wanted-"
"Max, it's all right," Logan told her. He looked at his carpet. "I wasn't completely honest as to why I was really angry."
"You mean, I did something else wrong?" Max asked, looking confused. Logan shook his head.
"When I told you that Brown was some dirty old bastard stealing money from welfare agencies, I lied," Logan revealed. Max looked at him in surprise., raising her brow. "I know, I know, not something ol' 'eyes only' would do. But, there's something you've got to understand."
"And what's that?" Max asked, trying not to sound irritated. Logan bit his lip, and seemed to be fighting back tears.
"Brown, Roland Brown, was involved with my family's-" Logan's voice cracked, and as if it was a reflex, Max went to him and took him into her arms as best she could.
"And you thought that if I got to him before someone else," Max said, stroking Logan's neck hair as she hugged him tightly, "then you'd have gotten your revenge?"
"When you told me that someone else had killed him, all I could feel was that I'd betrayed them," Logan told Max, closing his eyes. Max crouched in front of his wheelchair and took his hands into hers.
"Logan, listen to me," Max said, looking into his 'famous' eyes, "don't ever feel that way, all right? Whoever did that to your family, they're going to suffer. I promise."
"Max, it's not that easy," Logan told her. He rolled away from her, into his bedroom. Max rolled her eyes, then stood up.
"Listen, it's sort of late," Max yelled to him. "Would you mind if I shacked up here for the night?"" Logan rolled out of his room with a pillow and blankets on his lap.
"You took the thought right out of my mind," Logan told her. He smiled, "They teach that at Manticore?" Max smiled slightly. "I'll take the couch, you can sleep in my room."
"But, Logan, you've got a guest bedroom," said Max. Logan smiled mischeviously.
"I know, but it sounds more manly if I say I'll take the couch," he chuckled. Max smiled, shaking her head.
"You sure do have odd mood swings," she told him, leaving the room. "Goodnight, Logan."
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by DrkAngll21
DiScLaImEr: I do not own Max or Logan or the other characters
from Dark Angel. Fox, Eglee, and Cameron do.
Please leave a review, they really help me know how
I'm doing.
Max didn't know where she was going, it just felt good to go. It was always like this when she was on her motorcycle. She was free to think and be on her own-nothing else in the world mattered. And the best part was, no one could take that feeling away from her.
Logan was on Max's mind as she rode through the poverty ridden streets of Seattle, Washington. She just didn't get it. Why had he gotten so mad over something so juvenile? What was the dealio with this Brown guy anyway? Max came to a redlight and slowed her motorcycle down.
It was Logan's street, and Max's heart sank. She wanted so bad for Logan to page her or something. She hated that he was angry with her, even if it was over something stupid. The light had turned green ages ago, and cars behind her began to honk. Without thinking, she took the left toward's the large apartment building.
~*~
Logan was working on getting some information for his next "Eyes Only-Streaming Freedom Video" when he heard his front door click. "Mike?" he called. He wheeled out to his apartment den to find Max standing with her back to him. She turned around and frowned.
"Logan," she said softly. "I- I wasn't going to come but- I just wanted-"
"Max, it's all right," Logan told her. He looked at his carpet. "I wasn't completely honest as to why I was really angry."
"You mean, I did something else wrong?" Max asked, looking confused. Logan shook his head.
"When I told you that Brown was some dirty old bastard stealing money from welfare agencies, I lied," Logan revealed. Max looked at him in surprise., raising her brow. "I know, I know, not something ol' 'eyes only' would do. But, there's something you've got to understand."
"And what's that?" Max asked, trying not to sound irritated. Logan bit his lip, and seemed to be fighting back tears.
"Brown, Roland Brown, was involved with my family's-" Logan's voice cracked, and as if it was a reflex, Max went to him and took him into her arms as best she could.
"And you thought that if I got to him before someone else," Max said, stroking Logan's neck hair as she hugged him tightly, "then you'd have gotten your revenge?"
"When you told me that someone else had killed him, all I could feel was that I'd betrayed them," Logan told Max, closing his eyes. Max crouched in front of his wheelchair and took his hands into hers.
"Logan, listen to me," Max said, looking into his 'famous' eyes, "don't ever feel that way, all right? Whoever did that to your family, they're going to suffer. I promise."
"Max, it's not that easy," Logan told her. He rolled away from her, into his bedroom. Max rolled her eyes, then stood up.
"Listen, it's sort of late," Max yelled to him. "Would you mind if I shacked up here for the night?"" Logan rolled out of his room with a pillow and blankets on his lap.
"You took the thought right out of my mind," Logan told her. He smiled, "They teach that at Manticore?" Max smiled slightly. "I'll take the couch, you can sleep in my room."
"But, Logan, you've got a guest bedroom," said Max. Logan smiled mischeviously.
"I know, but it sounds more manly if I say I'll take the couch," he chuckled. Max smiled, shaking her head.
"You sure do have odd mood swings," she told him, leaving the room. "Goodnight, Logan."
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