Dream or Premonition?
Disclaimer: not mine
Ok this is just a little fluff piece I wrote. It is the only thing I have written other than the series I am working on. It wont be long just a few chapters. And of course it is M/L (like I would write anything else). This is the first chapter I know it is short and not much happens and I apologize for that. It should get more into t he story in the next chapter.
"I'm sorry." Max said simply not knowing what else to say.
"You have nothing to be sorry for...or ashamed of. I know who you are." He was looking at her with such a care and love in his eyes. She just told him what a horrible thing she did. How could he be looking at her like that. Suddenly Logan falls back down on the floor. His legs begins to shake.
"Ahh! Damnit! Sorry let me just." He turns off the exo and his legs stop shaking. He then mutters under his breath, "I'm sorry." She has leaned down on the floor next to him.
"Logan...you've got nothing to be sorry for or ashamed of. It's never been about you being able to walk--not for me." As she says this it is Logan's turn to wonder how she could be looking at him like that. There was such compassion, and sincerity in her eyes, and maybe even love.
When he saw that she was smiling slightly he returned the smile before saying, "Will you look at us?"
"Pathetic." Max's smile grew.
"Hopeless."
"Lucky we hooked up." Her smile became a smirk.
"Happy anniversary." He almost whispers as he leans in and kisses her cheek. The he feels as if his life is complete as she turns her head so that they can really kiss. They continue to kiss for a minute, both in heaven. Logan slowly backs away. "Maybe, uh... maybe we should wait. You know, until you're yourself again."
"This isn't Manticore. This is me." Both of there faces seemed to light up as Max said this. Then they lean in to kiss again. They had never know life could be so good, drinking deep the others flavor, reveling in the wonderful sensation their actions brought.
Everything seemed to get fuzzy suddenly. Max could no longer see Logan very clearly. Then she couldn't see him at all, she couldn't see anything, it was completely dark. Max closed her eyes and opened them slowly. She rolled over and looked at the clock. She had more time until she had to get up. So she simply rolled over and closed her eyes, she could remember every second every moment of that night. But she wished she could fall back to sleep and dream about it again. Now in the morning just thinking about it, she knew it wasn't real. When she was dreaming she got to actually relive it, it was as if it was happening all over again. She had been trying to sleep more these past two or three months specifically because her old nightmare flashbacks had been replaced by wonderful flashbacks of them together. This was one of her favorite ones.
After a while of trying unsuccessfully to return to the wonderful dream land Max decided to get up. She realized that she still had about two hours before she would even have to start to get ready for work. She decided to treat herself. Instead of a cold shower she would take a nice long hot bath. She walked into the kitchen getting out the hot plates and pots that they had.
An hour later she was soaking in the tub. She was thinking back to that night, which was probably one of the best and worst nights she had in her entire life. She used to hate these dreams, because they weren't reality. But then she figured until she could have moments like these again in the real world the dream world would have to do. Somehow she was still finding it impossible to give up all hope for them getting together in the end. She sighed and let herself slip completely under the water. It was so peaceful and calm completely quite, completely unlike any other thing in Max's life, and she loved it. She lifted her head up from under the surface and leaned it against the back of the old tub. She was so relaxed she managed to fall back to sleep once again.
Sibelius' "Valse Triste" playing in the background. There are little white lights all around in a prom-style room. Max is wearing a gorgeous white gown. Logan is wearing a suit in his wheelchair.
"Dance with me." She isn't demanding it of him, but she isn't really just asking either.
"I can't." Logan states very matter of factly.
"Sure, you can. Mind over matter." Max isn't going to give him a choice.
"See, my problem is I can't walk." The normal frustration that would be in his voice when he said something like this is gone, Max always did have a big effect on his mood, he could never seem to be mad or even frustrated with her.
"I'm not asking you to walk. Just dance." She said this as if it was a simple, and obvious solution. And it is, Logan stands up and his wheelchair pushes back.
"Whose dream is this, anyway... Yours or mine?" Logan asks as he steps towards Max.
"Don't ask me." She breaths as they hold each other. They dance staring into each others eyes. Max's face changes she seems slightly out of it.
"You okay?" There is such a concern for her in Logan's tone.
"Yeah. I'm just a little dizzy." Max tries to reassure Logan.
"Do you want to stop?" It is the last thing Logan wants to do, but the most important thing was to make sure Max was okay, to take care of her.
"No. Don't let go." She doesn't want this moment to ever end.
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Logan..."
They are about to kiss, suddenly Max wakes up in the tub. 'Well,' she thinks at least this time I'm not being dragged away by the cops when I woke up from this dream.
Okay that is it for this chapter. Once again sorry I know not much happened, more will in later chapters. Please Please Please review. It's a completely new story so I need to know weather or not I should bother to continue with it at all.
Disclaimer: not mine
Ok this is just a little fluff piece I wrote. It is the only thing I have written other than the series I am working on. It wont be long just a few chapters. And of course it is M/L (like I would write anything else). This is the first chapter I know it is short and not much happens and I apologize for that. It should get more into t he story in the next chapter.
"I'm sorry." Max said simply not knowing what else to say.
"You have nothing to be sorry for...or ashamed of. I know who you are." He was looking at her with such a care and love in his eyes. She just told him what a horrible thing she did. How could he be looking at her like that. Suddenly Logan falls back down on the floor. His legs begins to shake.
"Ahh! Damnit! Sorry let me just." He turns off the exo and his legs stop shaking. He then mutters under his breath, "I'm sorry." She has leaned down on the floor next to him.
"Logan...you've got nothing to be sorry for or ashamed of. It's never been about you being able to walk--not for me." As she says this it is Logan's turn to wonder how she could be looking at him like that. There was such compassion, and sincerity in her eyes, and maybe even love.
When he saw that she was smiling slightly he returned the smile before saying, "Will you look at us?"
"Pathetic." Max's smile grew.
"Hopeless."
"Lucky we hooked up." Her smile became a smirk.
"Happy anniversary." He almost whispers as he leans in and kisses her cheek. The he feels as if his life is complete as she turns her head so that they can really kiss. They continue to kiss for a minute, both in heaven. Logan slowly backs away. "Maybe, uh... maybe we should wait. You know, until you're yourself again."
"This isn't Manticore. This is me." Both of there faces seemed to light up as Max said this. Then they lean in to kiss again. They had never know life could be so good, drinking deep the others flavor, reveling in the wonderful sensation their actions brought.
Everything seemed to get fuzzy suddenly. Max could no longer see Logan very clearly. Then she couldn't see him at all, she couldn't see anything, it was completely dark. Max closed her eyes and opened them slowly. She rolled over and looked at the clock. She had more time until she had to get up. So she simply rolled over and closed her eyes, she could remember every second every moment of that night. But she wished she could fall back to sleep and dream about it again. Now in the morning just thinking about it, she knew it wasn't real. When she was dreaming she got to actually relive it, it was as if it was happening all over again. She had been trying to sleep more these past two or three months specifically because her old nightmare flashbacks had been replaced by wonderful flashbacks of them together. This was one of her favorite ones.
After a while of trying unsuccessfully to return to the wonderful dream land Max decided to get up. She realized that she still had about two hours before she would even have to start to get ready for work. She decided to treat herself. Instead of a cold shower she would take a nice long hot bath. She walked into the kitchen getting out the hot plates and pots that they had.
An hour later she was soaking in the tub. She was thinking back to that night, which was probably one of the best and worst nights she had in her entire life. She used to hate these dreams, because they weren't reality. But then she figured until she could have moments like these again in the real world the dream world would have to do. Somehow she was still finding it impossible to give up all hope for them getting together in the end. She sighed and let herself slip completely under the water. It was so peaceful and calm completely quite, completely unlike any other thing in Max's life, and she loved it. She lifted her head up from under the surface and leaned it against the back of the old tub. She was so relaxed she managed to fall back to sleep once again.
Sibelius' "Valse Triste" playing in the background. There are little white lights all around in a prom-style room. Max is wearing a gorgeous white gown. Logan is wearing a suit in his wheelchair.
"Dance with me." She isn't demanding it of him, but she isn't really just asking either.
"I can't." Logan states very matter of factly.
"Sure, you can. Mind over matter." Max isn't going to give him a choice.
"See, my problem is I can't walk." The normal frustration that would be in his voice when he said something like this is gone, Max always did have a big effect on his mood, he could never seem to be mad or even frustrated with her.
"I'm not asking you to walk. Just dance." She said this as if it was a simple, and obvious solution. And it is, Logan stands up and his wheelchair pushes back.
"Whose dream is this, anyway... Yours or mine?" Logan asks as he steps towards Max.
"Don't ask me." She breaths as they hold each other. They dance staring into each others eyes. Max's face changes she seems slightly out of it.
"You okay?" There is such a concern for her in Logan's tone.
"Yeah. I'm just a little dizzy." Max tries to reassure Logan.
"Do you want to stop?" It is the last thing Logan wants to do, but the most important thing was to make sure Max was okay, to take care of her.
"No. Don't let go." She doesn't want this moment to ever end.
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Logan..."
They are about to kiss, suddenly Max wakes up in the tub. 'Well,' she thinks at least this time I'm not being dragged away by the cops when I woke up from this dream.
Okay that is it for this chapter. Once again sorry I know not much happened, more will in later chapters. Please Please Please review. It's a completely new story so I need to know weather or not I should bother to continue with it at all.