Title: All I can do.
Author: Evlredd
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, so don't bother me about it!
A/N: This is my first posted fic, so please give me feed back. I eat up constructive criticism with a big spoon ... it only makes me a better writer. So fire away!
Hope you like ....
She sat at the top of the world. The chill wind whipping her curls around her delicate features. And above the city she let her tears fall. Like melting crystal they left sad winding trails down her smooth cheeks. She knew she loved him, but did he not care for her enough to trust her with his pain? Her shoulders heaved lightly with her sigh. She stood precariously on the edge of the old monument and dove down into the night.
He sat quietly, stroking the cold metal with his hands. He was bound again by this chair, by this stereotype, by his own fear. Why did he send her away? She was the only one he wanted, and he sent her away with cold detachment. His shoulders heaved heavily with his sigh as he rubbed at his throbbing temples.
She sped through the streets of Seattle, blind to the people and the lights of the city. She saw only direction, her way to him. She pursed her lips and revved her engine, angry at the blinding red light preventing her from telling him. 'No,' it screamed silently, 'You are weak, you are nothing, you know no love, you should not feel.' And she fell back to her days at Manticore, and the light became Lydecker and she became 'that' girl again. And suddenly she felt her head turning her bike around and the seizures dancing on the edge of her mind. But she fought again against the dark and her heart and soul and being caught her before she fell.
He typed furiously at his computer, desperately trying to push her from his mind. He fought for other's lives and their peace of mind and yet, he could find none for himself. He grumbled loudly and slammed his fists on the table. "God damnit," he shouted. He shook his head lightly and pushed himself away from the table. "God damnit." He wheeled himself slowly to the kitchen and picked up his cordless. He dialed her number and listened as the phone shrilly rang. The answering machine picked up and her edgy voice stated simply, "You've reached the number you've dialed" BLEEP. He smiled slightly as he put the receiver pack in its cradle. She had adopted his cryptic message.
She parked her bike outside the brick tower and slowly entered the lobby. She nodded swiftly at the door man and entered the lift. And then the panic rose again, choking her, drowning her. And she wanted to run so bad, to just leave. That was what she did. She left when it got to hard, when it got scary, when she loved Logan. She gripped her hands tightly, her knuckles turning white. Why was this so hard? The elevator dinged and she took a step back.
He lay in the darkness of his bedroom. He'd like to say he was contemplating life, or thinking up cures to cancer or a way to instill world piece, but he wasn't. He was thinking about a girl. A girl he had a really big crush on. A girl he loved, but didn't love him. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Logan?" He opened his eyes quickly.
She shifted from foot to foot outside his door letting her mind and heart argue. She desperately wanted to go in there and tell him how she felt, tell him how wanted and cared about he was. But she was so scared. So scared to take a chance, to depend on someone, to give him her heart. So she stood and stared at the door. Finally she shook her head and freed herself from restraint. 'Stop being same-old-Max,' she chided herself, 'It's your closed-off nature that made him think he had no one, nothing. Let it out, girl!' She quickly picked his lock and entered the dark house. She silently padded from room to room searching for her heart. She softly called for him, "Logan?"
"Max?" he responded, lifting himself up on his elbows, "I'm in here"
He froze slightly as she stood awkwardly in the door frame. He studied her dark silhouette and fell for her all over again. This genetically revved-up female who was beautiful, and smart, and funny, and cynical, and just so utterly desirable stood fidgeting slightly, waiting for him to say something.
"Is everything okay?" he began trying to break the tension that he hadn't even realized had grown in the room. He shuddered when she took a halting breath. He couldn't get his mind off her lips. And then she spoke. "Yes"
'What? I meant no,' she berated herself silently, 'I was going to say no, now I have to go through with it.' She watched Logan's face change from curiosity to nervousness as she moved across the room to sit next to him on his bed.
"What I'm going to say probably isn't what you want to hear, but I'm going to say it and you are going to listen," she let the words rush out and glared menacingly for effect. She saw him gulp and nod slightly.
"Logan, you are amazing. You are smart and funny, caring ... so beautiful. Logan, you are so beautiful, and you've saved me from myself. And as much as I want to be around you and with you I'm so scared. You scare me Logan, cause I ... I don't know. I trust you so much, and Damn it Logan, how can you think people don't care for you, or that I don't need you while you are in this chair. I can't say that someday I won't run, or that I won't have troubles and it won't be hard, but I can say that I want to be with you, and I ... I love you Logan Cale."
She sucked in a breath after her heart let go and she closed her eyes, waiting. She didn't know what to expect, so she waited. Nothing.
He couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe, or think, or move, or speak. So he just sat there and stared. He watched her standing, wavering slowly, and he loved her. He loved her so much it hurt. Her lashes danced on her cheeks as she stood with her eyes closed, awaiting his response. So he said the only thing that he could muster, "Max".
She started at his voice. It was raw with emotion, and it held everything she had wanted to hear from him. She opened her eyes and stared into his glistening blue pools. And she lost her voice. And so she did the only thing she could muster, she kissed him.
Author: Evlredd
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, so don't bother me about it!
A/N: This is my first posted fic, so please give me feed back. I eat up constructive criticism with a big spoon ... it only makes me a better writer. So fire away!
Hope you like ....
She sat at the top of the world. The chill wind whipping her curls around her delicate features. And above the city she let her tears fall. Like melting crystal they left sad winding trails down her smooth cheeks. She knew she loved him, but did he not care for her enough to trust her with his pain? Her shoulders heaved lightly with her sigh. She stood precariously on the edge of the old monument and dove down into the night.
He sat quietly, stroking the cold metal with his hands. He was bound again by this chair, by this stereotype, by his own fear. Why did he send her away? She was the only one he wanted, and he sent her away with cold detachment. His shoulders heaved heavily with his sigh as he rubbed at his throbbing temples.
She sped through the streets of Seattle, blind to the people and the lights of the city. She saw only direction, her way to him. She pursed her lips and revved her engine, angry at the blinding red light preventing her from telling him. 'No,' it screamed silently, 'You are weak, you are nothing, you know no love, you should not feel.' And she fell back to her days at Manticore, and the light became Lydecker and she became 'that' girl again. And suddenly she felt her head turning her bike around and the seizures dancing on the edge of her mind. But she fought again against the dark and her heart and soul and being caught her before she fell.
He typed furiously at his computer, desperately trying to push her from his mind. He fought for other's lives and their peace of mind and yet, he could find none for himself. He grumbled loudly and slammed his fists on the table. "God damnit," he shouted. He shook his head lightly and pushed himself away from the table. "God damnit." He wheeled himself slowly to the kitchen and picked up his cordless. He dialed her number and listened as the phone shrilly rang. The answering machine picked up and her edgy voice stated simply, "You've reached the number you've dialed" BLEEP. He smiled slightly as he put the receiver pack in its cradle. She had adopted his cryptic message.
She parked her bike outside the brick tower and slowly entered the lobby. She nodded swiftly at the door man and entered the lift. And then the panic rose again, choking her, drowning her. And she wanted to run so bad, to just leave. That was what she did. She left when it got to hard, when it got scary, when she loved Logan. She gripped her hands tightly, her knuckles turning white. Why was this so hard? The elevator dinged and she took a step back.
He lay in the darkness of his bedroom. He'd like to say he was contemplating life, or thinking up cures to cancer or a way to instill world piece, but he wasn't. He was thinking about a girl. A girl he had a really big crush on. A girl he loved, but didn't love him. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Logan?" He opened his eyes quickly.
She shifted from foot to foot outside his door letting her mind and heart argue. She desperately wanted to go in there and tell him how she felt, tell him how wanted and cared about he was. But she was so scared. So scared to take a chance, to depend on someone, to give him her heart. So she stood and stared at the door. Finally she shook her head and freed herself from restraint. 'Stop being same-old-Max,' she chided herself, 'It's your closed-off nature that made him think he had no one, nothing. Let it out, girl!' She quickly picked his lock and entered the dark house. She silently padded from room to room searching for her heart. She softly called for him, "Logan?"
"Max?" he responded, lifting himself up on his elbows, "I'm in here"
He froze slightly as she stood awkwardly in the door frame. He studied her dark silhouette and fell for her all over again. This genetically revved-up female who was beautiful, and smart, and funny, and cynical, and just so utterly desirable stood fidgeting slightly, waiting for him to say something.
"Is everything okay?" he began trying to break the tension that he hadn't even realized had grown in the room. He shuddered when she took a halting breath. He couldn't get his mind off her lips. And then she spoke. "Yes"
'What? I meant no,' she berated herself silently, 'I was going to say no, now I have to go through with it.' She watched Logan's face change from curiosity to nervousness as she moved across the room to sit next to him on his bed.
"What I'm going to say probably isn't what you want to hear, but I'm going to say it and you are going to listen," she let the words rush out and glared menacingly for effect. She saw him gulp and nod slightly.
"Logan, you are amazing. You are smart and funny, caring ... so beautiful. Logan, you are so beautiful, and you've saved me from myself. And as much as I want to be around you and with you I'm so scared. You scare me Logan, cause I ... I don't know. I trust you so much, and Damn it Logan, how can you think people don't care for you, or that I don't need you while you are in this chair. I can't say that someday I won't run, or that I won't have troubles and it won't be hard, but I can say that I want to be with you, and I ... I love you Logan Cale."
She sucked in a breath after her heart let go and she closed her eyes, waiting. She didn't know what to expect, so she waited. Nothing.
He couldn't speak. He couldn't breathe, or think, or move, or speak. So he just sat there and stared. He watched her standing, wavering slowly, and he loved her. He loved her so much it hurt. Her lashes danced on her cheeks as she stood with her eyes closed, awaiting his response. So he said the only thing that he could muster, "Max".
She started at his voice. It was raw with emotion, and it held everything she had wanted to hear from him. She opened her eyes and stared into his glistening blue pools. And she lost her voice. And so she did the only thing she could muster, she kissed him.