Who I am

Forgive me if this is written a little out of character. I was very pissed during "Pollo Loco" I had to write a fanfic.

Max's beeper went off with urgency that only happen when a certain person called. What does he what now, she thought as she got up.

"Gotta blaze, peoples." 

"Wheel-boy again?" Original Cindy said sitting outside on a bench.

"Don't…"

"Just come back 'fore Normal gets on your ass."

"Aiight." Max rode her bike toward Logan's apartment. When she arrived at the door she stopped. Pick the lock or knock. Pick it or knock it. She finally decided to knock since she was in a relatively good mood.

Logan opened the door and surprised to see Max there.

"Why didn't you knock?" he questioned.

"I felt like it. But if you prefer me breaking in…"

"No…I mean…knocking fine" he said as turned around and rolled back toward his office. Max followed.

"So what goin' on?"

"I got a tip from a contact and I might need you to act on it"

"Anything to save the world. Who's the bad guy?"

"He's a …" The phone interrupted him. He looked at her.

"I gotta take this."

She smiled, "I can wait." And plopped down on the couch. Logan watched her for a moment and then took his call.

Max looked at the normally empty glass coffee table and found a folder on it. She stared at it for a second, debating whether or not to open it. Her curiosity got the best of her (must be her cat DNA) and opened it…then wished she hadn't. Each picture brought back all the memories that had recently resurfaced. One was of the convict with blood spilled all over his body, the second was a picture of a the X-5 after they had killed him and the third one was the most painful. A picture of herself with blood on her face and no remorse in her eyes. Her past was just staring at her…before she thought about it any more she slammed the pictures back into the folder and stood up with fire burning in her eyes.

"WHAT'S THIS!" she shouted. Her word vibrated throughout the room and into Logan's body.

"I'll call you back." He said, took off his earpiece and faced a very intense Max.

"You doin' background checks on me," she stated angrily.

"I needed information," Logan replied with no emotion in his voice.

"On me! You could ask."

"You weren't talking."

"So you decided to go behind my back and find out for yourself."

"I did what I thought was right. You weren't telling me anything."

"I told you what you needed to know."

"And I guess being a cold-bloodied killer wasn't at the top of your list." He said angrily, regretting it as soon as it came out his mouth.

His words went straight to her heart. He had called her the one thing she had worked so hard not to be. All the pain she felt reflected in her face and eyes. For a moment she looked like a small child who was scared of the dark. Logan came over to her and touched her arm.

"Max, I…"

She ripped her arm away from him and glared at him with all feelings she had blazing in her eyes.

"That's okay. You said how you feel. Ain't nothin' wrong with that." She started for the door.

"But that's not how I feel." Logan stated, following her.

"Then why'd you say it." She was still walking.

"I…"

She turned on her heel and faced him.

"What do you think we did at Manticore, play board games?"

"No."

"You learned about kill or killed a few weeks ago. I was raised that way." She started back toward the door. Logan made one final plea to justify his actions.

"Max. Ben went crazy and on a religious killing spree. How was I supposed to know if you were alright? How was I supposed to know the same thing wouldn't happen to you?"

Max turned around, grabbed the armrest of Logan's chair and looked at him dead in the eye.

"You're supposed to know me." She stated and left.