Dark angel
TITLE: THE BEGINNING
AUTHOR: JESSICA
E-MAIL: PAIRINGS:m/z
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS:
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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.
THE BEGINNING
Max was crying as she ran downstairs to her baby from Logan's apartment building, she climbed on her baby and rubbed up the engine, and rode off in to the darkness. She drove aimlessly, just trying to clear her head.
I can't believe he's gone. He must hate me for not choosing him, I never choose him, damn it that's what I should of done in the first place, but no I just had to come back to Seattle. If I could just… man if could just have one more chance, o please god make Zack remember, and help him just be okay. Please I need him so much, I'd give anything to see him healthy again, and if he wants me to leave somewhere I will, just please give me one mare chance to make things right with him. Please god I will do anything just make him remember.
She rounded a corner sopping so hard her eyes were blurry, and she didn't see it coming until it was up on around her, she slammed in to the pavement hard and rolled several time before she came to a stop, and than nothing.
Logan's penthouse 12 hours later
Thringgggggg, is the sound that brought Logan out of his perfect dream he was having his beloved cat burglar. He turned over, and stared at the smallest, most up-to-date, most exclusive cell phone he suddenly loathed more than Bruno himself, and picked it up.
"Hello."
"Hi, is this Logan Cale?"
"That depends, whose asking?"
"O, I'm sorry sir, this is Harbor lights hospital, and my name is Jane."
"Yes this is Logan Cale, is there a problem?"
"Mr. Cale there was an motor vehicle accident this evening involving young women on a motorcycle, she had a pager and you were the last number listed. We were hoping you could help identify the women."
She had his attention now.
"Could you describe her for me please."
"Dark eye and hair, 5'7, pretty, maybe 19 years old."
"O god is she okay?"
"Sir we really need you to come down here."
