Title: Get to Me
Author: Cassandra Mulder
Feedback: angel_eyes_2019@yahoo.com if you like it, if not, silence is the best insult.
Rating: PG
Classification: Song Fic/Vignette; Romance (Max/Logan)
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is the property of 20th Century FOX and Cameron/Eglee Productions.
I am merely borrowing the premise and the characters for my own amusement, and no
infringement is intended.
I also do not own the song "Get to Me" by Jennifer Paige.
Summary: Max thinks about how in the world she ever let a man affect her so much.
Author's Notes: I just started writing DA fic, and as usual, the characters start speaking
to me in my head. :) This is what Max had to say on one particular night.
Thanks to my sis, Sammi, for the beta!
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Don't misread the silence
And take my distance as a sign
There's only one heart that's confused
And it's most likely mine
I always make the rules
And I change 'em all the time
Always stayed a step ahead
Till you looked in my eyes
My thoughts are frozen
Can't you hear me screaming inside
As you come closer
Don't know where to run this time.
=========================
This can't be happening to me. This was *not* supposed to happen to me. I'm a genetically
engineered superhuman soldier, not a regular chick who gets herself into these kinds of things.
But I had to go and break into *his* penthouse. That shiny little trinket couldn't belong to
some rich, short, fat, bald, grumpy old guy. Instead it belonged to some rich, tall, lean,
caring, young guy, with a full head of blond hair.
Just my luck.
I've never been in love before, so I'm working on assumption here. And no one's ever
really cared about me, so I'm working on assumption there too.
I don't usually go on assumptions. Facts are my game.
But Eyes Only threw me for a loop.
One minute, I'm making a routine lift, and the next I'm staring through a flashlight beam into
one of the most gorgeous faces I've seen in recent memory, and a pair of baby blues that
gave even me pause.
I always thought that that heart-stopping, oh-my-God-who-is-this-person thing wasn't for me.
Wanting to be close to someone, needing to know that they're okay every waking hour, being
willing to give everything for someone, I don't know that it was put into my genetic code. Or
maybe it's just my humanity coming out. At any rate, he does things to me that no one ever has.
I know that sounds cheesy, it sounds cheesy to me, but it's the straight up truth.
I was in control until he came along. My life, my way, my rules. It's not like he rules my life,
but he has changed the way I look at some things.
And he's the reason I stay.
I've been running my whole life. It's never been a problem. I've never had anything anywhere
to make me stay put.
That's what's got me confused.
================================
I feel weak
And I'm never weak
I always know what to say
Don't look at me
I can't speak
How did you get to me this way?
=================================
He's a hacker. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that somehow he hacked his way into my heart.
He can get into places nobody else can, so why not?
I really couldn't tell you just when it happened, but the attraction was instant. When I fell is
another matter altogether.
Oh, I noticed everything. The jealousy when he though I had a boyfriend, the way he invited
me to dinner at every opportunity, the things he did for me when I didn't even ask.
The way I catch him looking at me.
I get trapped in those stares, and it scares me half to death. I don't know what he's seeing,
what he's thinking. And I'm usually the one who puts an end to them. They unnerve me, and
make my insides melt. I've had plenty of boyfriends, but they've never caused that to happen.
They weren't anything like Logan Cale though.
He must be the only person on this planet that can render me completely speechless. And make
me feel completely weak. I couldn't believe what happened when I kissed him, or the way we
both wrote it off. I was not *just* emotional. I'd been wanting to do that since the first time
I saw him. Of course, at the time I thought I was doing it because I'd probably never see him
again, but that didn't turn out to be the case.
Now sometimes we're so close to that again. His face will be an inch away, and he won't move
any closer, so neither do I. He makes me want things I've never really wanted before. Just to be
held, to feel safe in someone's arms. I don't know how we've developed such an emotional
connection, but I've never experienced anything like it.
===============================
It would be so easy
If you'd make just one mistake
Then I won't feel the way I do
And I'll say it's fate
But this emotion I keep tryin' to leave behind
Keeps getting closer
Don't know where to run this time
===============================
He's almost too perfect. He puts his life in danger every day for people he doesn't even know,
and basically because he's one of the few people left that cares that this world has gone to
hell and wants to fix it. It's not that I don't care, I guess I just don't have as much faith
left in this world as he does. He thinks he can make things right again, and maybe that's
one of the things I really love about him. In this big, dark, broken world, he has a light
inside of him that makes me believe that maybe everything will be okay. Maybe not for me,
but for everyone else. But sometimes, he makes me feel like there may even be hope for
a mutant freak like me.
So much for never finding the perfect man.
===============================
All I know is what I feel
And what I feel is way too real
And who I am is what you see
Baby, how did you ever get to me?
===============================
I know there's something serious going on here, something deep. But I don't want to be the
reason he gets hurt again, or killed. If they didn't get me too, I couldn't live with myself.
I don't know anymore if it's better to stay or go. I don't want to go, but I don't know how
much longer I can stick around here before it all comes crashing down around me, or how
much longer I can save Seattle from the psychos that want nothing more than to destroy my
life and everyone I love.
But I can't blame anyone but myself. I'm not supposed to let myself get attached to anyone,
and I let Logan Cale get to me.
The End
Author: Cassandra Mulder
Feedback: angel_eyes_2019@yahoo.com if you like it, if not, silence is the best insult.
Rating: PG
Classification: Song Fic/Vignette; Romance (Max/Logan)
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is the property of 20th Century FOX and Cameron/Eglee Productions.
I am merely borrowing the premise and the characters for my own amusement, and no
infringement is intended.
I also do not own the song "Get to Me" by Jennifer Paige.
Summary: Max thinks about how in the world she ever let a man affect her so much.
Author's Notes: I just started writing DA fic, and as usual, the characters start speaking
to me in my head. :) This is what Max had to say on one particular night.
Thanks to my sis, Sammi, for the beta!
************************************************************************************
Don't misread the silence
And take my distance as a sign
There's only one heart that's confused
And it's most likely mine
I always make the rules
And I change 'em all the time
Always stayed a step ahead
Till you looked in my eyes
My thoughts are frozen
Can't you hear me screaming inside
As you come closer
Don't know where to run this time.
=========================
This can't be happening to me. This was *not* supposed to happen to me. I'm a genetically
engineered superhuman soldier, not a regular chick who gets herself into these kinds of things.
But I had to go and break into *his* penthouse. That shiny little trinket couldn't belong to
some rich, short, fat, bald, grumpy old guy. Instead it belonged to some rich, tall, lean,
caring, young guy, with a full head of blond hair.
Just my luck.
I've never been in love before, so I'm working on assumption here. And no one's ever
really cared about me, so I'm working on assumption there too.
I don't usually go on assumptions. Facts are my game.
But Eyes Only threw me for a loop.
One minute, I'm making a routine lift, and the next I'm staring through a flashlight beam into
one of the most gorgeous faces I've seen in recent memory, and a pair of baby blues that
gave even me pause.
I always thought that that heart-stopping, oh-my-God-who-is-this-person thing wasn't for me.
Wanting to be close to someone, needing to know that they're okay every waking hour, being
willing to give everything for someone, I don't know that it was put into my genetic code. Or
maybe it's just my humanity coming out. At any rate, he does things to me that no one ever has.
I know that sounds cheesy, it sounds cheesy to me, but it's the straight up truth.
I was in control until he came along. My life, my way, my rules. It's not like he rules my life,
but he has changed the way I look at some things.
And he's the reason I stay.
I've been running my whole life. It's never been a problem. I've never had anything anywhere
to make me stay put.
That's what's got me confused.
================================
I feel weak
And I'm never weak
I always know what to say
Don't look at me
I can't speak
How did you get to me this way?
=================================
He's a hacker. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that somehow he hacked his way into my heart.
He can get into places nobody else can, so why not?
I really couldn't tell you just when it happened, but the attraction was instant. When I fell is
another matter altogether.
Oh, I noticed everything. The jealousy when he though I had a boyfriend, the way he invited
me to dinner at every opportunity, the things he did for me when I didn't even ask.
The way I catch him looking at me.
I get trapped in those stares, and it scares me half to death. I don't know what he's seeing,
what he's thinking. And I'm usually the one who puts an end to them. They unnerve me, and
make my insides melt. I've had plenty of boyfriends, but they've never caused that to happen.
They weren't anything like Logan Cale though.
He must be the only person on this planet that can render me completely speechless. And make
me feel completely weak. I couldn't believe what happened when I kissed him, or the way we
both wrote it off. I was not *just* emotional. I'd been wanting to do that since the first time
I saw him. Of course, at the time I thought I was doing it because I'd probably never see him
again, but that didn't turn out to be the case.
Now sometimes we're so close to that again. His face will be an inch away, and he won't move
any closer, so neither do I. He makes me want things I've never really wanted before. Just to be
held, to feel safe in someone's arms. I don't know how we've developed such an emotional
connection, but I've never experienced anything like it.
===============================
It would be so easy
If you'd make just one mistake
Then I won't feel the way I do
And I'll say it's fate
But this emotion I keep tryin' to leave behind
Keeps getting closer
Don't know where to run this time
===============================
He's almost too perfect. He puts his life in danger every day for people he doesn't even know,
and basically because he's one of the few people left that cares that this world has gone to
hell and wants to fix it. It's not that I don't care, I guess I just don't have as much faith
left in this world as he does. He thinks he can make things right again, and maybe that's
one of the things I really love about him. In this big, dark, broken world, he has a light
inside of him that makes me believe that maybe everything will be okay. Maybe not for me,
but for everyone else. But sometimes, he makes me feel like there may even be hope for
a mutant freak like me.
So much for never finding the perfect man.
===============================
All I know is what I feel
And what I feel is way too real
And who I am is what you see
Baby, how did you ever get to me?
===============================
I know there's something serious going on here, something deep. But I don't want to be the
reason he gets hurt again, or killed. If they didn't get me too, I couldn't live with myself.
I don't know anymore if it's better to stay or go. I don't want to go, but I don't know how
much longer I can stick around here before it all comes crashing down around me, or how
much longer I can save Seattle from the psychos that want nothing more than to destroy my
life and everyone I love.
But I can't blame anyone but myself. I'm not supposed to let myself get attached to anyone,
and I let Logan Cale get to me.
The End