Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters in this story that appear in the hit syndicated TV show, Dark Angel, which are owned by James Cameron.

Summary: Logan's been a jerk. Asha's not too happy about it. Song: "Jerk" by Sita.

A/N: I just went to what could possibly be the worst audition I've ever been to in my entire life. I mean, I've been to some auditions, and this one was horrible. The script was void of all emotional concept and I probably won't get chosen because 95% of the characters are stuck up, rich, old women and I'm not too tuned in the "playing old people" department, while the other 5% are guys. This is my vent!

You Jerk

By

BRIN

"It's very simple. Jerks assume they can act like jerks and we won't notice, because they assume that girls are stupid. So they think 'Okay, the stupider the girl, the better off I am!' Therefore, they go after the stupid girls who don't take notice of the fact that jerks are jerks! Get it?"—Me, after a long, tedious fight with a jerk

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Asha knocked on Logan's door twice, then took a step back and waited. She tossed her hair—recently colored brown for safety reasons—and blew her uncut bangs from her face irritably. Seconds ticked by slowly, and still the door didn't open. "Logan!" she called into the wood of the door. "Logan, it's Asha." She put her ear to the door and heard the quiet buzz and squeal of Logan's exoskeleton approaching. Quickly making a feeble attempt to make her hair look better, she tugged on her wrinkled shirt and waited for him to open the door.

Minutes passed. Nothing happened.

"What the…" Asha stepped up to the door and knocked loudly. "Logan Cale! It's Asha Barlow, waiting outside your door!"

No answer.

Extremely irritated, Asha pulled out her lock-pick and jiggled it in the keyhole a few times until she heard the satisfying click of the lock unlocking. She then grabbed the knob and let herself inside. "Logan? Where are you?" Of course, she didn't really have to ask. She headed straight towards the buzzing sound of several computers running at once.

Since you've been gone I feel so much better

Cause I saw how mean you could be

I used to want some explanation

Now all I want is my Patsy Cline CD

"Logan!" Asha practically yelled in his ear.

A lazy grin resting on his face, Logan turned around and acted surprised. "Asha! I was just about to get up and let you in. I had some stuff to take care of first." He stood up, blocking the computer screen.

"Whatcha got there?" Asha stood on her tiptoes to try and peek around his shoulder, but he moved in her way. "Logan, come on. What're you doing?"

"Nothing. What was it that you wanted?"

Asha glared at him. "Why do you assume I want something?"

How I've waited for today

When I could finally say

You jerk

You jerk

You are such a jerk

There are other words

But they just don't work

JERK

Logan shrugged. "I was just asking… but really, I don't remember you saying you were going to come over today…"

"What, I have to make an appointment with you now?" Asha snapped. "Sorry, Mr. High and Mighty. I wasn't informed."

"Mmmhmm, are you done? Max was supposed to be coming over today to discuss the Familiars…" Logan looked distractedly at the door.

Asha's mouth dropped. "Logan? Hello? What the hell is wrong with you? I came over to give you this!" She handed him a disk. "It's hover drone footage of the cops beating somebody to death, then dumping the body in a dumpster. Remember, we walked on the phone about it…? I said I'd stop by sometime this week… Any of this ringing a bell?"

Logan looked at her blankly.

Sometimes I wish I'd mailed you that letter

That said the things I dare not say

Instead I set the thing on fire

I had to say this out loud anyway

"You're kidding." Asha rolled her eyes at him. "You… forgot."

"Well… I've been so caught up with finding a cure for the virus… I'm sorry, Asha, I really am. But you've got to understand…"

Asha cut him off with a cold stare. "Logan, I understand perfectly. You want to find a cure for that little virus that Max has so that you two can screw and live happily ever after, huh? Is that it, Logan-boy?"

Logan looked appalled. "What? Asha, what are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! Every day, moping around like a neutered dog! Trying to figure out how the hell you can jump over this crevasse between you and Max! Every time I call you, that's what you do!" She threw the disk and hit him in the side of the head with it. "Logan, this kid was 16 years old. He had a college scholarship to Yale. He lived with his younger half-sister, 14 years old. Both his parents are dead from ODs. You have the resources to expose these cops!"

Logan adjusted his glasses nervously. "Asha…"

"Don't you 'Asha' me! I don't want to hear it, Logan Theodore Cale! You're just as bad as… as all those guys out there! Alec is more dependable than you these days!"

I'm so glad I found the nerve

To say what you deserve

You jerk

You jerk

You are such a jerk

There are other words

But they just don't work

JERK

She turned and started heading towards the door, and Logan started going after her, but then she remembered his zealous guarding of his computer. While he wasn't thinking about it, she darted through the kitchen and came out the other side next to the computer to find…

Max.

"Oh this is too rich…" She mumbled. It was Max's mug shot, only Logan had obviously spent some time using picture editing programs to color in the black and white picture. "Logan, you are such an idiot."

Logan scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Asha, I'm sorry I forgot about you. I really am.

They try to be so cool

Insult you like a fool

Never take your call when you're nobody at all

Until you're somebody

and then they want to be your friend

How comes jerks don't know they're jerks

(I don't know)

Asha turned and looked at him, her brown eyes boring into his blue ones. "Logan Cale, I am tired of being second. I'm tired of having to fight for your attention, and I'm tired of having you on my mind. So I'm through with it. You've refused to accept the fact that Max doesn't belong with you. Don't you see how the virus proves that, Logan? I've wasted so many years of my life trying to get you, Logan, but you always seem to snag the ones that use you and abuse you. Why you chose them when I could've given you anything you ever wanted, I don't know. All I know is that we're done." She took a deep breath. "So I'm going to walk through that door, and I'm going to leave you alone. Got it?"

Logan gulped and reached out to touch her, but she recoiled.

"No, Logan. Let it go."

And with that, she picked up her things and exited the penthouse.

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When the elevator reached the bottom floor, she stepped off and threw the floppy disk in the trash. As she was leaving the building, she passed an extremely attractive young man going in the same direction. With a parting glance at the penthouse of the Foggle Towers, she sauntered over and said, "Hi."

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Ok, I know that was completely and totally pointless, but the idea's been itching at me for a looooooong time. Sorry I had to put you through that.