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Reasons to Go
Half an hour after leaving Logan's apartment, I was already out of Seattle. It's funny how after having gone through so much to stay, I made the decision to go in less than a minute. The rest of the time was spent packing, getting on my baby, and hauling ass out of there. I did stop to call the number Zack accidentally left behind, but wasn't really surprised to find it had been cancelled. I guess I'm used to not being wanted.
I hadn't bothered thinking about my reasons for leaving. I already knew why I had fled, I had known it for a while, and I was tired of pretending otherwise. I love Logan. He, on the other hand, doesn't even want me around. So I was finally getting out of dodge, because I had lost my only reason for staying. I was feeling very proud of my resolve, when my pager went off. I thought that I had left it at the apartment, but there it was, hooked onto my belt, beeping away. Old habits may die hard, but breaking the pager was easy. All I had to do was throw it into the road, and watch the debris bounce just once as I flew past. I got at least a mile down the road, before I pulled over to look for a phone.
Standing by the pay phone outside of a poor excuse for a gas station, I debated on why I was calling him. A part of me wanted to tell him off, to let him know that he was the reason I had finally left the city. The more soldier-like part of me didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he has hurt me. Finally, I dialed his number-I knew it by heart, just as I knew his voice and his face.
"Where are you?"
"Safe." I decided to play dumb. I was feeling much too emotional for an emotional scene.
"Don't play dumb, Max." Busted. Fine, then. If he wants to talk, we'll talk but I'll be damned if I give him a scene.
"I'm fine Logan. I'm out of Seattle, and headed for the vast sanctuary that Canada can provide me"
"You really weren't going to say good bye, were you?" He actually sounded upset, and I felt a twinge of guilt. Then I remembered why I had left without a good-bye, and I hardened my resolve.
"Sorry. There wasn't time."
"You had time to write Original Cindy a note. Why didn't you write me a note?"
"What are you, jealous?"
He didn't answer, so I forged ahead.
"Look, things were getting too hot in Seattle. I was going to leave with Zack, but we had some… scheduling problems. I'm meeting him soon," I was lying through my teeth, and doing a rather crappy job.
"Did you manage to contact him then?"
"Yeah."
"I'm glad. When I called the number, I got a recording." Sneaky bastard. I had walked right into his trap.
"I guess I called before you," I replied, lamely. "I set up a rendezvous with Zack." I felt like I was losing the battle, and tried to end the conversation right there.
"Logan, I really have to…"
"Max, I'm sorry about what happened at my apartment."
Shit. That one definitely caught me by surprise. I hadn't expected him to play the truth card so soon. Maybe he was just trying to keep me on the line.
"What are you…"
"Stop. Just… let me explain. I promise that this will change everything."
"Nothing you could tell me would change my leaving, 'cause it's not about you. At all." I was so sure about that. I was leaving, and there wasn't a damn thing he could say to make me change my…
"I'm in the wheelchair again."
I hung up before I even realized what I was doing. Damn him. This did change everything. It was one thing to run away from a hale and hearty Logan, but I couldn't leave him if he still needed me.
Next thing I knew I was outside of his apartment again. My reason for coming back was almost the exact same reason I had used for leaving. I love him. And even if he doesn't love me back, I know that he needs me. For now, that will have to be enough.
Obviously this isn't done, since Logan never really explained anything, but I've run out of momentum. Let me know if this is any good at all, and if I should bother writing another part.
Oh, and I realize that Max is a little out of character, but I'm pretending that this is what she really thinks, and it's my story, so deal!
Reasons to Go
Half an hour after leaving Logan's apartment, I was already out of Seattle. It's funny how after having gone through so much to stay, I made the decision to go in less than a minute. The rest of the time was spent packing, getting on my baby, and hauling ass out of there. I did stop to call the number Zack accidentally left behind, but wasn't really surprised to find it had been cancelled. I guess I'm used to not being wanted.
I hadn't bothered thinking about my reasons for leaving. I already knew why I had fled, I had known it for a while, and I was tired of pretending otherwise. I love Logan. He, on the other hand, doesn't even want me around. So I was finally getting out of dodge, because I had lost my only reason for staying. I was feeling very proud of my resolve, when my pager went off. I thought that I had left it at the apartment, but there it was, hooked onto my belt, beeping away. Old habits may die hard, but breaking the pager was easy. All I had to do was throw it into the road, and watch the debris bounce just once as I flew past. I got at least a mile down the road, before I pulled over to look for a phone.
Standing by the pay phone outside of a poor excuse for a gas station, I debated on why I was calling him. A part of me wanted to tell him off, to let him know that he was the reason I had finally left the city. The more soldier-like part of me didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he has hurt me. Finally, I dialed his number-I knew it by heart, just as I knew his voice and his face.
"Where are you?"
"Safe." I decided to play dumb. I was feeling much too emotional for an emotional scene.
"Don't play dumb, Max." Busted. Fine, then. If he wants to talk, we'll talk but I'll be damned if I give him a scene.
"I'm fine Logan. I'm out of Seattle, and headed for the vast sanctuary that Canada can provide me"
"You really weren't going to say good bye, were you?" He actually sounded upset, and I felt a twinge of guilt. Then I remembered why I had left without a good-bye, and I hardened my resolve.
"Sorry. There wasn't time."
"You had time to write Original Cindy a note. Why didn't you write me a note?"
"What are you, jealous?"
He didn't answer, so I forged ahead.
"Look, things were getting too hot in Seattle. I was going to leave with Zack, but we had some… scheduling problems. I'm meeting him soon," I was lying through my teeth, and doing a rather crappy job.
"Did you manage to contact him then?"
"Yeah."
"I'm glad. When I called the number, I got a recording." Sneaky bastard. I had walked right into his trap.
"I guess I called before you," I replied, lamely. "I set up a rendezvous with Zack." I felt like I was losing the battle, and tried to end the conversation right there.
"Logan, I really have to…"
"Max, I'm sorry about what happened at my apartment."
Shit. That one definitely caught me by surprise. I hadn't expected him to play the truth card so soon. Maybe he was just trying to keep me on the line.
"What are you…"
"Stop. Just… let me explain. I promise that this will change everything."
"Nothing you could tell me would change my leaving, 'cause it's not about you. At all." I was so sure about that. I was leaving, and there wasn't a damn thing he could say to make me change my…
"I'm in the wheelchair again."
I hung up before I even realized what I was doing. Damn him. This did change everything. It was one thing to run away from a hale and hearty Logan, but I couldn't leave him if he still needed me.
Next thing I knew I was outside of his apartment again. My reason for coming back was almost the exact same reason I had used for leaving. I love him. And even if he doesn't love me back, I know that he needs me. For now, that will have to be enough.
Obviously this isn't done, since Logan never really explained anything, but I've run out of momentum. Let me know if this is any good at all, and if I should bother writing another part.
Oh, and I realize that Max is a little out of character, but I'm pretending that this is what she really thinks, and it's my story, so deal!