Disclaimer: James Cameron and all those other guys own the characters of Dark Angel, not me. I'm not asking to be sued, I'm just not creative enough to invent my own characters.
Summary: Really short story about the night Max killed Ben.
AN: First story ever... fragile ego... be gentle.
Only the Girl Next Door Cries
'I killed Ben. I killed my own brother.'
Max stared into space as she lay in the bed in Logan's spare bedroom. That was all she could think about. 'I killed him.'
She heard Logan move in his room. 'I guess he didn't feel like doing any more work.' She sniffed, willing her tears away.
'I won't cry. I won't cry over Ben. It was the only thing I could do. He couldn't go back to Manticore. It would have been the death of him.' She smiled bitterly, tears escaping as she closed her eyes, finally letting herself weep.
Logan could hear Max move around in the next room as he tried unsuccessfully to sleep. 'What is she doing?' "Max?" He whispered. 'I could have sworn I heard her whimper...'
Her eyes flew open at the sound of his voice. 'Logan said my name. Should I go to him? Should I let myself cry in his arms?' Max's mind battled with her heart, unsure of which was winning.
As a war raged inside her, she unconsciously walked to his bedroom door, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
Logan looked at her in amazement. "Max? Come here." She found herself at his side, trembling from suppressed sobs. He sat up, wiping away a few stray tears from her cheek... that simple action destroying her final barriers. She sobbed as he pulled her into his lap, smoothing her hair.
"Shh... it's OK Max. It's OK." He whispered in her ear, holding her body to his chest as she cried over his shoulder.
"I killed him Logan." She sobbed heartbreakingly, moving away from him. "I killed Ben."
"It was the only way. Don't beat yourself up about it. You did the right thing Max." He tried to convince her. It was killing him inside to know that he couldn't do anything to rid her of her pain but sit there and hold her.
He lay them back, letting her stretch out, her head on his chest, her legs curled up at his side and her body huddled against his chest. His hands continued to caress her face, hair and back as he whispered to her.
She cried into the early hours of the morning, finally falling asleep from exhaustion. Logan watched as she sleep, her calm breathing matching his own. He wiped away her final tears, a memory finding him.
"There are two types of girls in this world, Logan." His mother once told him. "The girl next door and the girl that rebels. The difference is, only the girl next door lets herself cry."
'Lydecker was wrong.' He thought, staring down at his angel. 'She is the girl next door.'
The End
Summary: Really short story about the night Max killed Ben.
AN: First story ever... fragile ego... be gentle.
Only the Girl Next Door Cries
'I killed Ben. I killed my own brother.'
Max stared into space as she lay in the bed in Logan's spare bedroom. That was all she could think about. 'I killed him.'
She heard Logan move in his room. 'I guess he didn't feel like doing any more work.' She sniffed, willing her tears away.
'I won't cry. I won't cry over Ben. It was the only thing I could do. He couldn't go back to Manticore. It would have been the death of him.' She smiled bitterly, tears escaping as she closed her eyes, finally letting herself weep.
Logan could hear Max move around in the next room as he tried unsuccessfully to sleep. 'What is she doing?' "Max?" He whispered. 'I could have sworn I heard her whimper...'
Her eyes flew open at the sound of his voice. 'Logan said my name. Should I go to him? Should I let myself cry in his arms?' Max's mind battled with her heart, unsure of which was winning.
As a war raged inside her, she unconsciously walked to his bedroom door, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
Logan looked at her in amazement. "Max? Come here." She found herself at his side, trembling from suppressed sobs. He sat up, wiping away a few stray tears from her cheek... that simple action destroying her final barriers. She sobbed as he pulled her into his lap, smoothing her hair.
"Shh... it's OK Max. It's OK." He whispered in her ear, holding her body to his chest as she cried over his shoulder.
"I killed him Logan." She sobbed heartbreakingly, moving away from him. "I killed Ben."
"It was the only way. Don't beat yourself up about it. You did the right thing Max." He tried to convince her. It was killing him inside to know that he couldn't do anything to rid her of her pain but sit there and hold her.
He lay them back, letting her stretch out, her head on his chest, her legs curled up at his side and her body huddled against his chest. His hands continued to caress her face, hair and back as he whispered to her.
She cried into the early hours of the morning, finally falling asleep from exhaustion. Logan watched as she sleep, her calm breathing matching his own. He wiped away her final tears, a memory finding him.
"There are two types of girls in this world, Logan." His mother once told him. "The girl next door and the girl that rebels. The difference is, only the girl next door lets herself cry."
'Lydecker was wrong.' He thought, staring down at his angel. 'She is the girl next door.'
The End
