A/N: This story takes place at some point after Blah Blah, Woof Woof. It's told from Max's point of view. It was inspired by role-playing and will be continued, but I'm not sure for how long (I usually write one-shots). Feedback love.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel and I am making no profit from writing this story.
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Two weeks. It had been exactly two weeks since the kiss, after the car, before the hospital, and I still couldn't get over it all.
The dream. That stupid dream kept playing itself over and over again my mind. It played in my mind while I slept, I thought about it as I was making deliveries, when I was hanging with my friends (two in particular that kept calling me on my spaciness and telling me to "just talk to him already").
The fact that I had gone back into a city where I was wanted for murder, just to see if Logan was okay, and then giving him my blood...It wasn't even giving him the blood. I would have done that for any of my friends if they needed it. It was the fact that I'd gone back, nearly thrown away what I'd worked years to get, that scared me. Would I have done that for anyone else?
I'd like to say that I would. I'd like to think that I'm that good of a person. The truth is, I don't know, and I probably never will. Because it wasn't Original Cindy, Kendra, Sketchy, or anyone else who was in danger of dying that day. It was Logan. The one person who really knew who I was. The soldier that I was made to be and the girl that I am.
It's touching to know that someone will care about you enough not to care about who you were in the past. True, he doesn't know i everything /i . I don't know everything about him either. But what I do know about him - the fact that he's an incredible cook and always willing to make me dinner, that he works day and night to help people and try to make the world a little better, that he stays with me when my seizures are bad, that he's always finding time to help me look for my other siblings, even though there are plenty of other, more important things he could be doing.
I told him when I visited him in the hospital, the only time I visited him in the hospital, that I'd kissed him because I was really emotional. And it was true. I was. The thing was, the emotions hadn't gone away.
I realized that day that I care about him, too. More than I realized, more than I ever thought I could care about someone. I've never felt so...strongly about someone else before.
It scares the hell out of me.
I'd been avoiding him since that day. I didn't want to deal with it. I didn't know how to. Manticore taught me a lot of things - self-preservation, how to fight, how to push myself to the limit, but they never taught me how to deal with my feelings. We weren't supposed to have them.
I knew I couldn't keep avoiding him. My friends kept telling me that and I knew it in the back of my mind. But I wasn't the only one who needed to stop avoiding the situation - my pager had been unusually silent lately.
Sighing, I grabbed my jacket and left a note for Kendra telling her where I'd be. We had to figure out where we stood. Together.