Title: Vision of Hope
Author: M. Rose
Email: Mrv1snap@aol.com
Distribution: I would be honored, as long as my name and headers are
attached.
Genres: Vignette, Angst
Content: Logan's POV, Post-ep
Rating: PG
Spoilers: And Jesus Brought a Casserole
Summary: Post-ep for "And Jesus Brought a Casserole"
Disclaimer: All characters who appear in this story belong to their
respective creators, including Cameron/Eglee Productions and 20th Century
Studios. No money is being made from the use of these characters.
Vision of Hope
by M. Rose
05.25.2001
~*~*~*~
There's an incessant pounding on the door and a smidgen of hope passes
through me that maybe Max isn't really dead.
She's right behind that door.
Yeah, right.
Although, if anyone would has the capacity to come back to life just to
prove a point, it would be Max.
But of course, she wouldn't actually knock on my door. It's not her
style. She would barge on in like she owns the place, walk past me, raid
my fridge and talk to me like nothings happened.
How I wish that would happen.
I'm not a religious man, but as I place my hand on the handle, I give a
silent prayer that when I open the door, she will be standing there in
front of me.
Original Cindy is there instead.
"Okay, what do you have my girl doing now? I haven't seen Max for three
days."
I thought I felt bad before, I feel worse now. "I'm sorry. I didn't tell
you."
"Tell me what?" She looks around the room. "Where's Max? Is she
shacking up with you now? I think that's great and all, I mean, it's
about time, but she really needs to let a sistah know."
"She's gone."
"Well, do you know where she is? Normal is this close to firing
her...again."
I place my hand on her arm. "Cindy, Max...God this is hard to say...Max
is dead."
"You're kidding, right? Cause if you are, Original Cindy isn't finding it
funny."
I turn away from her and walk towards the window, watching the rain like
Max does...did often. "We were on a mission. I didn't want her to go,
but you know how it is with Max. There's no stopping her once she's set
on something."
She shakes her head and stumbles backwards on to the couch. "No. She
can't be."
"She was shot, pretty bad and --." I'm at a loss for words as a wave of
emotion hits me. We were so close to becoming something more.
"I'm sorry I...I couldn't save her." Any control I had is gone and I
collapse to the ground.
*I need you, Max.*
I'm sitting on the floor with my hands covering my face when I feel a hand
on my shoulder. "Who couldn't you save?"
Oh my God. That...that sounds like...no, it can't be.
I look up and see Max standing there.
"Max? Is that really you?"
She smiles, teasingly, "Who else would it be? Really, Logan, you have to
cut down on the coffee or somethin', you're delirious."
"But you're dead. I saw your body."
She crouches so we are at eye level and touches my cheek, "Logan, ye of so
little faith, you should know by now that I would never bail on you like
that."
And then in a blink of an eye, she's gone, but the feeling of her touch
stays with me.
"Where did she go?"
"Where did who go?" Cindy looks around the room.
She didn't see Max.
"Nevermind...it's nothing."
Was it all in my head?
I must be going crazy.
Unless it was a vision of hope.
I'd like to think so.
And I find that oddly comforting.
~end~
Author: M. Rose
Email: Mrv1snap@aol.com
Distribution: I would be honored, as long as my name and headers are
attached.
Genres: Vignette, Angst
Content: Logan's POV, Post-ep
Rating: PG
Spoilers: And Jesus Brought a Casserole
Summary: Post-ep for "And Jesus Brought a Casserole"
Disclaimer: All characters who appear in this story belong to their
respective creators, including Cameron/Eglee Productions and 20th Century
Studios. No money is being made from the use of these characters.
Vision of Hope
by M. Rose
05.25.2001
~*~*~*~
There's an incessant pounding on the door and a smidgen of hope passes
through me that maybe Max isn't really dead.
She's right behind that door.
Yeah, right.
Although, if anyone would has the capacity to come back to life just to
prove a point, it would be Max.
But of course, she wouldn't actually knock on my door. It's not her
style. She would barge on in like she owns the place, walk past me, raid
my fridge and talk to me like nothings happened.
How I wish that would happen.
I'm not a religious man, but as I place my hand on the handle, I give a
silent prayer that when I open the door, she will be standing there in
front of me.
Original Cindy is there instead.
"Okay, what do you have my girl doing now? I haven't seen Max for three
days."
I thought I felt bad before, I feel worse now. "I'm sorry. I didn't tell
you."
"Tell me what?" She looks around the room. "Where's Max? Is she
shacking up with you now? I think that's great and all, I mean, it's
about time, but she really needs to let a sistah know."
"She's gone."
"Well, do you know where she is? Normal is this close to firing
her...again."
I place my hand on her arm. "Cindy, Max...God this is hard to say...Max
is dead."
"You're kidding, right? Cause if you are, Original Cindy isn't finding it
funny."
I turn away from her and walk towards the window, watching the rain like
Max does...did often. "We were on a mission. I didn't want her to go,
but you know how it is with Max. There's no stopping her once she's set
on something."
She shakes her head and stumbles backwards on to the couch. "No. She
can't be."
"She was shot, pretty bad and --." I'm at a loss for words as a wave of
emotion hits me. We were so close to becoming something more.
"I'm sorry I...I couldn't save her." Any control I had is gone and I
collapse to the ground.
*I need you, Max.*
I'm sitting on the floor with my hands covering my face when I feel a hand
on my shoulder. "Who couldn't you save?"
Oh my God. That...that sounds like...no, it can't be.
I look up and see Max standing there.
"Max? Is that really you?"
She smiles, teasingly, "Who else would it be? Really, Logan, you have to
cut down on the coffee or somethin', you're delirious."
"But you're dead. I saw your body."
She crouches so we are at eye level and touches my cheek, "Logan, ye of so
little faith, you should know by now that I would never bail on you like
that."
And then in a blink of an eye, she's gone, but the feeling of her touch
stays with me.
"Where did she go?"
"Where did who go?" Cindy looks around the room.
She didn't see Max.
"Nevermind...it's nothing."
Was it all in my head?
I must be going crazy.
Unless it was a vision of hope.
I'd like to think so.
And I find that oddly comforting.
~end~