TItle: Shot
SUmmary: M/L get ina fight and then SUper-chick gets shot. Shitty aint it?
Rating: R But only for language and the gun scene heh
Author's note: I'm Not too shure if thats the ending...it seems a great place to leave y'all hangin' but then again if it were me readin and not writin id be pissed bout the ending. Oh so if ya want me ta finish it then tell me :) oh yea and take into consideration.....im barely a sophmore in HS and this is my first fic....pretty sucky aint it?
Feedback: COursely!
Spoilers: None really! i
Disclaimer: I dont own it but i mean who really wants to? i Shure as hell aint claiming this shit for words story :-D
Beep beep
Damn pager! Max was irritated to a point beyond belief, ready to either snap some one's neck or bash a skull against a wall. "Just go away!" Max screamed into her empty apartment as she launched her pager against a wall. It hit with a quiet thud. "I don't WANT to talk to you!" Even as she heard her voice echo throughout the room she knew she was lying to herself. She did want to talk to Logan even if she didn't want to admit it.
beep beep beep
The display on the small plastic thing laying next to the wall lit up and softly vibrated. Exasperated, Max picked it up without needing to check the glowing number. She slowly rolled her motorcycle out.
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The keyboard made clicking sounds that reverberated across the room as he determinedly typed and stared blankly at his computer screen. The phone sat next to him and he glanced at it quickly. /I've paged her twice. Why isn't she calling? I need to hear her voice. I need to know she's OK. Yeah, that's it Logan. You're worried. That's why I'm paging her. Not because I love seeing her or I love her. It's not as if every time she comes anywhere close to me I can feel my stomach flipping and tying itself into knots that just won't untie. Nope, that NOT why. \
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She slipped the key into the door almost missing the task of picking it. She quietly stepped into the house knowing exactly where to go. She walked to the place where his computer was and stood there a moment watching him think to himself. Wow, surprise surprise. He fucking stopped typing. Impressed. I thought he never stopped for a breather Her thoughts were interrupted by his gaze meeting hers. /crap! there she is. Damn. She's great. Just standing there staring at me. I wonder how long she's been there. I'd be dead by now if she could read my thoughts. Then again I wouldn't be surprised\
"what do you want?" /man she sounds pissed\
"It's just I haven't seen you in a while. I kinda got worried. And I kinda missed..." He got interrupted as she gave him an icy stare that was so hard he almost flinched.
"I saw you yesterday..." /crap! There goes your excuse! Good job stupid ass! \ Logan shifted uneasily looking at the floor not letting himself meet her heartless gaze. What the hell is up with him? I mean first he pages me off the hook and now he has no reason! what the fuck?!?!?
"oh yeah, huh. It seems so long ago..." /Crap! good job Logan! Well, at least I'm not lying anymore. Damn, every minute without her is long\ Logan quickly cleared his head from those thoughts and presently returned to reality, staring at her. "You want dinner?" Logan flashed her a doubtful smile as he tried changing the subject.
"Look, I told my girls I'd be back ASAP" Liar! the voice hissed inside her mind. "Gotta blaze" and with that she walked out of his penthouse and into the black night.
Just as she walked out and shut the door she felt her heart slowly breaking. She hated hurting him like that. She could tell by his eyes. If only he knew...
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He slowly drifted back to typing and working on the newest assignment as his mind picked up the pieces of his heart which shattered so easily with Max. Suddenly as the pictures flashed before his eyes it dawned on him. Lydecker was here. Here in Seattle. He hacked into some government pictures hopefully looking for some pictures of a drug deal. Instead he found something even scarier. They were pictures. Pictures of Max's apartment, the front of Jam Pony, the clubs she went to so often. /Damn it! How the hell can this be happening?!?!? \ He guessed that for some reason Lydecker had hidden these in a folder that was supposed to be for profiles of his "connections."
Logan quickly picked up the phone and dialed Max's pager number. He knew she would be pissed but hell this was important.
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What the fuck does he want?!?! Max quickly slid her hand to where her pager was clipped to her pants. She flung it into the abyss of the street not even noticing that it clearly displayed the numbers "911." She kept riding towards her building as she steamed over what happened at Logan's.
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Max didn't know what to do. She felt so lost. She was so sad that she left him there. She just didn't seem to get why she was so scared of loving him. She twirled the gun in her hand thinking it was unloaded. I need him. I know i shouldn't but i do. I could never leave him. But i know some day I'll have to. Max pretended to aim at the door when it was flung open by a group of heavily armed soldiers.
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Just as Logan was about to leave the door to go looking for Max he heard her Bike screech to a stop outside. Deciding that she was safe he retreated back to his computer screen and waiting for her to come up.
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"Hey there" her voice was soft and almost loving.
He looked up to see Max standing in the doorway a little hunched.
"Hey, come look at this" She slowly stepped closer to the computer screen so she was directly behind him. She couldn't even begin to concentrate on the screen as she suddenly felt a sharp pain run through her making her clutch her side and let out a quick, sharp gasp. He quickly reached up and behind him only to feel her backing up. Slowly she took her hand away to find it soaked with blood. His eyes fell on her hand, then her side, only to be met by her looking at him. He saw so much in her eyes. Her big, brown, beautiful eyes he saw emotions that he had hoped he would never see, fear, confusion, and maybe even guilt. Suddenly she backed against the wall, their eyes still locked, and crumpled to the floor. He was instantly at her side, her head in his lap, his hands full of her hair. Max's breath suddenly became labored and almost hurtful. He gently Rocked her body and stroked her hair and reassuringly whispered, "It's OK. Don;t worry. I've got ya. It's ok. OK, OK." IT was almost more to persuade him than to help her. He looked deep in her eyes and was scared he'd lose her. He hoped that she could feel his love through his eyes, through his touch. "Don't leave me" she barely choked out the words as she felt her blood and life flow from her. "Logan--" /How much blood has she lost? I don't know. O God no. no Max u cant leave me. this isn't happening no, no stay with me here\ suddenly noticing that his thoughts wouldn't help her he began to talk calmly.
"Max? Max, sweetie? look at me. No look at me. It's OK. You're going to get through this okay? Just lay here a SEC OK? I have to call some help alright?"
"No! Logan, no! please don't leave me. Stay here please, please..." her voice trailed off as she passed out.
"Max?!!? No! come back baby! Come on wake up! open your eyes sweetie...please....maxie?" HE could see the blood pooled around them and quietly he began to cry. Rocking her and gently whispering how she would be OK, his tears flowed down and mixed softly with her blood. This couldn't happen. Not to them. It just couldn't.
Her eyes shot open and she looked at him, kneeling over her and smiled. "Oh, you" She whispered. "I'm Sorry. Pretty stupid huh? gettin' shot. m'own apartment. Oh God, Logan. I'm Sorry"
"shush, It's OK. Don't talk like that it's OK just sh"
"heh. Who woulda thought a super-chick like me would end like this huh? Drowning in blood, gasping last words...." She looked deep into his clear, blue eyes. "wrapped in the arms of the man I love..."