Disclaimer: Max, Logan, and the whole Dark Angel storyline are James Cameron's, I am but a sci-fi writer wannabe with too much free time. Batman and Superman are property of some comic book company. I'm not making mone off this, and if I was, I wouldn't post it on the net.
"Max? Are you okay? What are you doing up here, anyway?" She didn't bother to see who it was. Logan. "I'm not jumping, if that's what you think. I just sit up here alone sometimes. Or atleast I used to," she said, still not facing him. Max's quip didn't even register with Logan, not visibly, he just walked out of the ancient stairwell. "I know you'd never jump. Unless you're growing wings now." Max turned around and looked at him. Too bad he went and got his ass blown off, she thought. Although what's left isn't too hard on the eyes.The doctors had made some progress, he was on arm and leg braces now. She smiled, and walked over next to him. "Did I bother you?" he asked. "Yes, but don't bother leaving. I don't care." Max glanced at Logan. "How'd you get up here? You weren't looking for me," she said, her voice half question, half accusing. "The elevator is in remarkably good condition, and the night watchman has seen you up here about twice a week for a while now. I wanted to talk with you." Max smiled her sardonic half-smile. "Why not just use the Batsignal as usual, Mr. Kent?" Logan actually laughed. "Clark Kent is Superman, Bruce Wayne is Batman." "Whatever. Kendra's 3rd boyfriend this month has been leaving his comics all over the floor. And both super-guys are rich orphans who I can't seem to get rid of." Logan sighed. "My friend found hospitalization records from Massachucetts about 21 year old who was picked up after she had a seizure while driving. She's got the same designer label as you." "That's gotta be Teresa. She was 2 years older than me. Saved my ass when we got to the perimiter…" Max's voice faltered. "Wait, you're only nineteen?" Her eyes flashed at Logan. "And what're you? Thirty?"he looked flustered for a moment. "No, I'm twenty-two, but well… you're to young…" Max looked at him. Too young to be from Manticore? Then it hit her. Logan ment too young to be his girlfriend… "Why the hell do you say that? Why would you want date me anyway? I'm-" "Dominating?" he suggested. Max shrugged. "Wise-ass little bitch were the words the Seattle PD used." Logan met her gaze, "Well, in your words, I'm a rich orphan you can't get rid of. Plus, I have funny hair," he said triumphantly. Perimeter defense systems secure, I see, rang in Max's ears. "Well I like your funny hair," she snarled and kissed him. And continued to. When they broke apart, Logan cleared his throat and began "Max, I.." Then they heard "Hey! You two!" "Shit. Security gaurds." Max's smile flashed. "Time for the short way down." She secured her rope and grabbed Logan around the waist. "Max, what the hellllllllllllllllllllllllll-" were the last things she heard on the way down.
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