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A/N: More challenge fic! Challenge #13 on the Dark Angel Archive site, Raising Hell, (hybridsandhunters DOT com BACKSLASH raisinghell) is a "last-line" challenge: their prompt to be used as the last line of the story is "In the end, it really didn't matter."
So I decided to try and spin off a series of little spur-of-the-moment ficlets with this final prompt, and it's proven to be tougher than I thought – all of my ideas end up using essentially the same sort of device to get to the end. But I'm not giving up! I'm dropping the two now posted at Raising Hell here, too, for now, and plan to see if I can add a few more to this series as time and inspiration allow.
Any and all comments appreciated..
Imponderables
How did they get here?
Wildly different backgrounds but each with pain in their upbringing; vastly different interests and reasons, but each with a hidden identity, verging on super-hero status. One felled by a bullet and the other by insidious seizures, each super-hero had an Achilles heel that made them feel ashamed and less than perfect that the other saw past, easily.
Unlikely, improbable; worlds apart in upbringing, culture, schooling and even age. But finally, finally, in the quiet of his penthouse, computers dimmed and candlelight making shadows dance along the walls, Logan was willing to turn off the insistent thoughts and questions about how they ended up like this, about how Max could see past the chair and his extra dozen years, about their past and the future and how they could possibly ever come close to having a normal life.
Instead, he drew her closer in his arms, feeling her soft skin along his as they lay entwined in sweet-smelling sheets, feeling his chest tighten in desire as Max again began to curl her way back around to seek his lips once more, palming his chest and vibrating her desire for him in a sort of low, growled purr that had to be another by-product of her feline DNA.
As he gasped with his spiking, renewed need for her, Logan finally jettisoned the inner debate about all the hows and whys and allowed himself simply to cherish the squirming woman in his arms, all of her. After all, no matter how and no matter why, she was there, with him, craving him, leaving all his pedantic questions behind, tangled with their clothes on the floor.
Max and Logan, worlds apart, overcame the differences and impossibilities to this moment, this life, together, in his bed. How they did so, they might never know.
In the end, it really didn't matter...