Authoress's Note: I forgot to put this in before - I've only seen three eps of DA, but this is when
Logan gets feeling back in his legs and can walk. This is my first DA fic, so I'm still working on writing the characters
right. So bare wih me. I am a Max/Logan shipper, if there's ever any confusion.
Dedication: To my sister Amellia, because I owe you a birthday fic and your birthday wasin March.
And to the girls 'Behind the Library' - you know why.
Logan laughed as Ryan told him about when he and Ingrid met when Max 'broke' in. She stood in the shadows, listening to their conversation.
"…Anyway, Ingrid slinks up to me, wearing this corset top and miniskirt. I'm like 'Huh?' and she's like, 'I'm the hooker you booked!'" Ryan laughed. Logan began laughing as well.
*I have a feeling that story isn't one I should know about, * Max thought, deciding to make her presence known. "Knock, knock."
Ryan looked up from his wine, to see a model standing in front of him. Logan looked up, still chuckling, to see his best friend. "Hey Max. How was recon?"
Max winced. "Forgot, sorry. Normal cut our pay packets down the middle, so I went to commiserate with the Jam Pony dudes."
Logan turned to Ryan. "This is my best friend, Max. Max, this is Ryan Hill; I went to high school and Yale with him.
"Nice to meet you, Max…" Ryan paused.
"Max Guevera," Max smiled. "Pleased to meet you. Logan, can I get something to eat? I had to split my lunch with Sketchy." Max pouted a little bit, a look Logan had never been able to resist.
"Yeah, there's food in the fridge and pasta I'll heat up in a while," Logan replied.
"Any chocolate fudge?" Max called, charging into the kitchen.
"I was saving in," Logan replied. Ryan watched the exchange in amusement. It was obvious to anyone that Logan was completely smitten with 'Max Guevera'. And it was funny.
Ryan turned to Logan. "Jeez, where did you pick her up from? Remind me to go there."
Logan, very amused because he knew that Max would be able hear the entire exchange with her advanced hearing, replied, "Remember your wife Ingrid, ex hooker?"
Ryan grinned impishly. "Vaguely. Those memories are fading fast."
Max then returned, with a plate of food - a blueberry muffin, a couple of slices of cold pizza, some cookies, a glass of wine and the offending box of chocolate fudge.
"Mmm. Remind me that sharing with Sketchy never, ever means I get any lunch," Max said, biting into the muffin.
Ryan sat opposite this girl. Max was slim, and she was stuffing in this food.
Logan shook his head, enjoying just looking at her. "Okay," he said.
Ryan took a mouthful of wine and then looked up. "Oh! I almost forgot. Ingrid would have killed me if I had forgotten. Two things. Good thing first. Ingrid and I want to see you out at our place in the summer. We're having a Senior Class of 2007 Reunion in June. We'd like to see you there."
Max grinned at Logan. "So, you'll have to leave the Tower of Terror once. To see people you haven't seen in, oh, about eleven years. High school. Sounds scary."
Ryan gave her an incredulous look. "Don't tell me you enjoyed high school?"
Max looked up from her food. "No, it's just that… I'm still friends with all my old high school buddies."
Ryan nodded. "You're pretty young - you couldn't have been out of high school long." Logan heard the unspoken question in Ryan's statement and was interested. He, himself, didn't know Max's exact age - he knew she was around the 20-23 mark.
"I'm 19," Max replied. Logan noted the unspoken challenge Max sent Ryan.
Ryan paused and then chuckled. "Those friendships will soon die. Trust me."
Max grinned. "I believe you. Now, do you know any embarrassing stories about Logan?"
Logan looked at Ryan in horror, as Ryan smiled impishly.
"Of course. Now, there's the one about the stripper, the poodle and the Mardi Gras," Ryan began and Logan knew he was in for a long night.
Alexandra Bruderlin. Copyright 'Catalyst' Chapter One and Two, October 2001.
Logan gets feeling back in his legs and can walk. This is my first DA fic, so I'm still working on writing the characters
right. So bare wih me. I am a Max/Logan shipper, if there's ever any confusion.
Dedication: To my sister Amellia, because I owe you a birthday fic and your birthday wasin March.
And to the girls 'Behind the Library' - you know why.
Logan laughed as Ryan told him about when he and Ingrid met when Max 'broke' in. She stood in the shadows, listening to their conversation.
"…Anyway, Ingrid slinks up to me, wearing this corset top and miniskirt. I'm like 'Huh?' and she's like, 'I'm the hooker you booked!'" Ryan laughed. Logan began laughing as well.
*I have a feeling that story isn't one I should know about, * Max thought, deciding to make her presence known. "Knock, knock."
Ryan looked up from his wine, to see a model standing in front of him. Logan looked up, still chuckling, to see his best friend. "Hey Max. How was recon?"
Max winced. "Forgot, sorry. Normal cut our pay packets down the middle, so I went to commiserate with the Jam Pony dudes."
Logan turned to Ryan. "This is my best friend, Max. Max, this is Ryan Hill; I went to high school and Yale with him.
"Nice to meet you, Max…" Ryan paused.
"Max Guevera," Max smiled. "Pleased to meet you. Logan, can I get something to eat? I had to split my lunch with Sketchy." Max pouted a little bit, a look Logan had never been able to resist.
"Yeah, there's food in the fridge and pasta I'll heat up in a while," Logan replied.
"Any chocolate fudge?" Max called, charging into the kitchen.
"I was saving in," Logan replied. Ryan watched the exchange in amusement. It was obvious to anyone that Logan was completely smitten with 'Max Guevera'. And it was funny.
Ryan turned to Logan. "Jeez, where did you pick her up from? Remind me to go there."
Logan, very amused because he knew that Max would be able hear the entire exchange with her advanced hearing, replied, "Remember your wife Ingrid, ex hooker?"
Ryan grinned impishly. "Vaguely. Those memories are fading fast."
Max then returned, with a plate of food - a blueberry muffin, a couple of slices of cold pizza, some cookies, a glass of wine and the offending box of chocolate fudge.
"Mmm. Remind me that sharing with Sketchy never, ever means I get any lunch," Max said, biting into the muffin.
Ryan sat opposite this girl. Max was slim, and she was stuffing in this food.
Logan shook his head, enjoying just looking at her. "Okay," he said.
Ryan took a mouthful of wine and then looked up. "Oh! I almost forgot. Ingrid would have killed me if I had forgotten. Two things. Good thing first. Ingrid and I want to see you out at our place in the summer. We're having a Senior Class of 2007 Reunion in June. We'd like to see you there."
Max grinned at Logan. "So, you'll have to leave the Tower of Terror once. To see people you haven't seen in, oh, about eleven years. High school. Sounds scary."
Ryan gave her an incredulous look. "Don't tell me you enjoyed high school?"
Max looked up from her food. "No, it's just that… I'm still friends with all my old high school buddies."
Ryan nodded. "You're pretty young - you couldn't have been out of high school long." Logan heard the unspoken question in Ryan's statement and was interested. He, himself, didn't know Max's exact age - he knew she was around the 20-23 mark.
"I'm 19," Max replied. Logan noted the unspoken challenge Max sent Ryan.
Ryan paused and then chuckled. "Those friendships will soon die. Trust me."
Max grinned. "I believe you. Now, do you know any embarrassing stories about Logan?"
Logan looked at Ryan in horror, as Ryan smiled impishly.
"Of course. Now, there's the one about the stripper, the poodle and the Mardi Gras," Ryan began and Logan knew he was in for a long night.
Alexandra Bruderlin. Copyright 'Catalyst' Chapter One and Two, October 2001.