Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Dark Angel. I wish, but hey, we can't have everything in life.
Hey guys! Ok, this is my first fanfic so this chapters kinda of a practice. I think its pretty bad, (well I shouldn't say that cuz u won't read it!) but tell me what u think. Remember guys, R and R! And if you have any tips you can give me, post them in too. I can only improve!
A Date?
Knock Knock Knock. Max stood outside the door of the penthouse and waited for Logan to answer. She adjusted the black halterneck she was wearing and nervously brushed her fingers through her hair. Right, she told herself. It's just Logan, and it's just dinner. Nothing you can't handle. X-5's can handle anything. But then why does my stomach feel so fluttery? Before she had a chance to contemplate this, the door opened and Logan stood in the doorway before her, rolling out of her way so she could come in. She shook her head as if to clear it, and smiled at her awaiting friend.
"Max." he smiled back at her."
"Hey Logan."
After their initial greeting the two just stood in awkward silence. Max shifted uncomfortably. We don't have awkward silences! Why is this happening? But even as she asked the question she knew the answer. Something had happened; something had changed between them. No. She wouldn't let this happen. She stubbornly banished the thought from her mind, denying it, hiding the truth. She wouldn't ruin their friendship. So she broke the silence.
"Gee Cale, you sure know how to keep a girl waiting. You gonna let me in or are we eating in the hallway tonight?
"Oh. Um, right. Of course, come in." Logan coloured slightly.
She stepped into the spacious kitchen and heard Logan close the door behind her. He rolled in and began to stir a pot cooking on the stove, while Max walked over to the bookcase and began to kill time by casually rifling through the thick volumes.
"So what's for dinner?"
"My world famous award winning, yummy spaghetti" he called over at her with a grin.
"Sounds great"
Max didn't even look up, but she hid a reminiscent smile behind the pages of 'The Planets and Their Ways'. Spaghetti was what they had eaten on their first dinner together, right after she had broken into his apartment. She looked over at the bast statue and stifled a laugh. That seemed so far away now, so much had changed. Her feelings had changed. They had been through so much together and now shared a certain...closeness that she couldn't explain. Memories flooded back to her. He had told her that he was eyes only, and accepted that she was a transgenic. That's when she'd began to do missions for eyes only, and he'd repaid her by helping her to find her sisters and brothers. He'd been so good to her, and now she felt - she didn't know how she felt. Her smile faded. She didn't like to think about it. Damn girl, you're sure into the sentimental crap tonight, she thought Things were fine as they were, they didn't have to change. She straightened abruptly and walked back into the kitchen, flashing a brilliant, if not entirely sincere, smile.
"Mmmmm. Smells great Logan"
"Not bad hey?" he flashed her a grin. " Its almost ready."
" Yum!" she took off the saucepan lid and went to taste some, but Logan slapped her hand away.
"Wait! I'm dishing it out now" Max flashed a guilty expression and let him take the pot, trailing into the dining room.
Logan followed Max in with the two steaming plates of spaghetti, and set them down. The table was set with silver cutlery, and candles cast the room with a warm, romantic glow. Max smiled and sat down, digging into her dinner.
"Mmmm" she said with a mouth full of pasta "Tastes good."
Logan felt himself staring at her out of the corner of his eye. Ok, so he was, well obsessed. Who wouldn't be? She was so - incredible. Everything she did was amazing. And she was beautiful. So beautiful. Long, luchious hair the colour of melted chocolate, and a flawless face. That was what everyone saw from a distance, and even up close, no one ever noticed her eyes. The sadness in them, a feeling of utter bitterness and heartbreak so deep you felt your own heart would break. And Logan's did. Everytime he looked into her face. He wanted to take her in his arms, to stroke her cheek and make everything all right. But he would probably only receive a broken nose for his trouble. He smiled. But he did love her. He'd be crazy not too. And right now his Love had a mouth full of pasta and sauce dripping down her chin, and was trying unsuccessfully to wipe it off. He cracked up.
" Logan! It's a bit hard to eat you know! I notice you haven't started yet!"
"I know! I'm sorry, but you have to see yourself!"
She began to laugh too "Oh come on! It's hard to get off!"
"Here, let me help." Logan rolled around to Max's side of the table, and began to wipe her mouth slowly with a napkin. Max felt her heart skip a beat. God why am I like this? It's just Logan! But she still felt a tremor as his hand dropped the napkin and brushed against her cheek. Max pulled away.
"Uh, thanks. I think its off now." He dropped his hand.
"Well that's good. I don't think my appetite would have stayed if I had to keep looking over at you."
They both burst out laughing, but under her smile Max breathed an inward sigh of relief. Everything was back to normal; the tension they had just felt was lost. Everything was gonna be ok.
***************
Original Cindy bopped, well, it was more of a dance really, around the kitchen, fixing herself a late night snack before settling down to watch some good 'ole late night movies. Just as she was turning into the living room with her plate, the door swung open and a smiling Max walked into the room, dumping her stuff onto the kitchen table. Original Cindy cocked her head and looked at Max expectantly.
"Hey boo. How was your date with your man?"
Max rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to say he's not my man! And, yes, it was great. But not a date!" she added hastily as Cindy raised an eyebrow.
"You can deny it if you want, boo. But Original Cindy knows what she's talkin 'bout. And she ain't been wrong yet."
"Whatever you say girl. I'm gonna run myself a nice, steaming hot bubble bath and just relax."
"You go pamper yourself boo. OC s gonna bonk out on the couch."
OC grinned and went back to her movie. Max watched her leave, then turned and walked into the bathroom, which was soon filled with steam and the smell of strawberry bubble bath. Max stepped in and sighed as the warm water caressed her body. She let her thoughts wonder as the heat engulfed her, and was soon thinking about Logan. A minute later she was asleep with a smile on her lips.
Ok, that was a bit of an introduction to the characters! Well, sort of, since you already know the characters. R and R please! I beg you!
Hey guys! Ok, this is my first fanfic so this chapters kinda of a practice. I think its pretty bad, (well I shouldn't say that cuz u won't read it!) but tell me what u think. Remember guys, R and R! And if you have any tips you can give me, post them in too. I can only improve!
A Date?
Knock Knock Knock. Max stood outside the door of the penthouse and waited for Logan to answer. She adjusted the black halterneck she was wearing and nervously brushed her fingers through her hair. Right, she told herself. It's just Logan, and it's just dinner. Nothing you can't handle. X-5's can handle anything. But then why does my stomach feel so fluttery? Before she had a chance to contemplate this, the door opened and Logan stood in the doorway before her, rolling out of her way so she could come in. She shook her head as if to clear it, and smiled at her awaiting friend.
"Max." he smiled back at her."
"Hey Logan."
After their initial greeting the two just stood in awkward silence. Max shifted uncomfortably. We don't have awkward silences! Why is this happening? But even as she asked the question she knew the answer. Something had happened; something had changed between them. No. She wouldn't let this happen. She stubbornly banished the thought from her mind, denying it, hiding the truth. She wouldn't ruin their friendship. So she broke the silence.
"Gee Cale, you sure know how to keep a girl waiting. You gonna let me in or are we eating in the hallway tonight?
"Oh. Um, right. Of course, come in." Logan coloured slightly.
She stepped into the spacious kitchen and heard Logan close the door behind her. He rolled in and began to stir a pot cooking on the stove, while Max walked over to the bookcase and began to kill time by casually rifling through the thick volumes.
"So what's for dinner?"
"My world famous award winning, yummy spaghetti" he called over at her with a grin.
"Sounds great"
Max didn't even look up, but she hid a reminiscent smile behind the pages of 'The Planets and Their Ways'. Spaghetti was what they had eaten on their first dinner together, right after she had broken into his apartment. She looked over at the bast statue and stifled a laugh. That seemed so far away now, so much had changed. Her feelings had changed. They had been through so much together and now shared a certain...closeness that she couldn't explain. Memories flooded back to her. He had told her that he was eyes only, and accepted that she was a transgenic. That's when she'd began to do missions for eyes only, and he'd repaid her by helping her to find her sisters and brothers. He'd been so good to her, and now she felt - she didn't know how she felt. Her smile faded. She didn't like to think about it. Damn girl, you're sure into the sentimental crap tonight, she thought Things were fine as they were, they didn't have to change. She straightened abruptly and walked back into the kitchen, flashing a brilliant, if not entirely sincere, smile.
"Mmmmm. Smells great Logan"
"Not bad hey?" he flashed her a grin. " Its almost ready."
" Yum!" she took off the saucepan lid and went to taste some, but Logan slapped her hand away.
"Wait! I'm dishing it out now" Max flashed a guilty expression and let him take the pot, trailing into the dining room.
Logan followed Max in with the two steaming plates of spaghetti, and set them down. The table was set with silver cutlery, and candles cast the room with a warm, romantic glow. Max smiled and sat down, digging into her dinner.
"Mmmm" she said with a mouth full of pasta "Tastes good."
Logan felt himself staring at her out of the corner of his eye. Ok, so he was, well obsessed. Who wouldn't be? She was so - incredible. Everything she did was amazing. And she was beautiful. So beautiful. Long, luchious hair the colour of melted chocolate, and a flawless face. That was what everyone saw from a distance, and even up close, no one ever noticed her eyes. The sadness in them, a feeling of utter bitterness and heartbreak so deep you felt your own heart would break. And Logan's did. Everytime he looked into her face. He wanted to take her in his arms, to stroke her cheek and make everything all right. But he would probably only receive a broken nose for his trouble. He smiled. But he did love her. He'd be crazy not too. And right now his Love had a mouth full of pasta and sauce dripping down her chin, and was trying unsuccessfully to wipe it off. He cracked up.
" Logan! It's a bit hard to eat you know! I notice you haven't started yet!"
"I know! I'm sorry, but you have to see yourself!"
She began to laugh too "Oh come on! It's hard to get off!"
"Here, let me help." Logan rolled around to Max's side of the table, and began to wipe her mouth slowly with a napkin. Max felt her heart skip a beat. God why am I like this? It's just Logan! But she still felt a tremor as his hand dropped the napkin and brushed against her cheek. Max pulled away.
"Uh, thanks. I think its off now." He dropped his hand.
"Well that's good. I don't think my appetite would have stayed if I had to keep looking over at you."
They both burst out laughing, but under her smile Max breathed an inward sigh of relief. Everything was back to normal; the tension they had just felt was lost. Everything was gonna be ok.
***************
Original Cindy bopped, well, it was more of a dance really, around the kitchen, fixing herself a late night snack before settling down to watch some good 'ole late night movies. Just as she was turning into the living room with her plate, the door swung open and a smiling Max walked into the room, dumping her stuff onto the kitchen table. Original Cindy cocked her head and looked at Max expectantly.
"Hey boo. How was your date with your man?"
Max rolled her eyes. "How many times do I have to say he's not my man! And, yes, it was great. But not a date!" she added hastily as Cindy raised an eyebrow.
"You can deny it if you want, boo. But Original Cindy knows what she's talkin 'bout. And she ain't been wrong yet."
"Whatever you say girl. I'm gonna run myself a nice, steaming hot bubble bath and just relax."
"You go pamper yourself boo. OC s gonna bonk out on the couch."
OC grinned and went back to her movie. Max watched her leave, then turned and walked into the bathroom, which was soon filled with steam and the smell of strawberry bubble bath. Max stepped in and sighed as the warm water caressed her body. She let her thoughts wonder as the heat engulfed her, and was soon thinking about Logan. A minute later she was asleep with a smile on her lips.
Ok, that was a bit of an introduction to the characters! Well, sort of, since you already know the characters. R and R please! I beg you!