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A/N: Ok, so here's number four! Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed! You keep the reviews coming and I'll keep my stuff coming. (that means if you've reviewed once DO IT AGAIN! Come on it takes what all of two minutes? I think I deserve two minutes of your time!) Ok, so anyways enough with my shameless review begging. As always thanks you Amanda for editing this, well the first part. And to all the readers if there are typos I'm sorry, I'm horrible at proof reading/editing my own stuff, but I did try to get them all. =) Ima stop yapping now and let you continue with "The Music" Series.
A few hours later Logan and Sam were sitting on the couch watching one of Sam's all time favorite moves, Star Wars The Emperor Strikes Back. The two were snuggled together, Logan with his arm around his daughter and Sam resting her head in the crook of his arm. Sam loved being close to her father, mostly to make up for the time they hadn't been together, but also because it was a warm safe loving place. If anything bad ever happened she always had her fathers arms to fall into to pick her up again.
As the movie ended Sam stood up and stretched, "God I love that movie. I mean it's so cool. I mean how great is it that like over fifty years ago people came up with that junk?"
Logan chuckled, "You think those are good, you should watch the rest of them."
"Oh yeah dad, where am I going to get those? I don't think they're even around anymore." Sam contradicted.
Logan shrugged and smiled, "Yeah, your right."
Sam eyes narrowed, as she looked at her father, "No way! You didn't!"
Logan stood and walked to his room, exiting a moment later with a bag in hand. "I couldn't find any wrapping or anything, but happy birthday sweetheart."
Sam took the bag and opened it, "Oh my god!" she screamed taking the first and third movies of the Star Wars trilogy out. "Where on earth did you find these? I thought they were obsolete or some crap."
Logan shrugged mysteriously, "I have my sources."
Sam rolled her eyes, "Ok sure dad. So you got anything else in there for me?" Sam asked.
"Some body's a little eager to get stuff isn't' she?" Logan toyed.
Sam shrugged nonchalantly, "No, I mean, come on. What's the point in waiting till later when I'm ready now?"
Logan shook his head at her and walked back to his room, emerging a moment later with something behind his back. Sam tried to get a peak at what it was but Logan shushed her, "Hey, you'll see it in a minute, let me speak first."
Sam flopped down onto the couch and motioned with her hand for him to continue, "Fine."
Logan cleared his throat, "Well about a week ago I receive a package in the mail. I wasn't sure what to make of it because, well you'll figure that out in a minute. I don't' know what it means, but I have an idea. So Samantha Richelle Guevera Cale, I present you with your gift. With that he pulled a leather jacket out from behind his back. But this was no ordinary leather jacket, this was Max's leather jacket.
When Sam saw the jacket her eyes widened and she stood, "Is that, is that what I think it is?"
Logan nodded slowly, "Yeah, it is."
Sam looked at her father questionably, "Where did you? You got it in the mail?" she fumbled as she reached for the jacket.
Logan shrugged, "Yeah, I was fixing lunch about a week ago when the door rang. It was a messenger from Jampony and he handed me the package. I figured it was just for Eyes Only so I didn't open it till later when I was at my computer."
Sam rubbed the soft leather with her hand, "Do you think it means that maybe?"
Logan placed his hand on Sam's shoulder, "I don't know. It could it could not. To be honest it's still kind of a shock."
Sam nodded, "Yeah, no kidding."
Logan grabbed the jacket from Sam and opened it, "Well come on, put it on."
Sam looked at the jacket warily for a moment and then cautiously slipped into it, "This is too weird." She mumbled turning to face her father.
Logan's eyes sparkled and leaned to kiss her on the forehead, "You look stunning in it."
"Dad." Sam shifted uncomfortably and put her hands into the pockets and then froze,
"Sam?" Logan asked as he felt her tense.
Sam pulled her left hand out of the pocket with a note in hand. Her hand trembled as she held it up for her father to see, "W.wha.what is this?" Sam whispered.
Logan took the note from Sam's hand and shrugged, "I don't' know. I never saw it."
Sam looked at her father in the eyes, "You open it, no I'll open it. No." Sam grabbed the note from Logan's hand and pulled it open. Her heart stopped as she read it.
Sam,
It's your sixteenth birthday today and I wish I could be there to see your face when you put this on. I love you and miss you so much baby. I think of you everyday. I love you so much.
Mom
Sam looked up from the note, "You swear you didn't write this?"
Logan pulled the note from his daughter's hands and read it. As he read it his face paled. When he finished he looked at Sam and shook his head. "I swear I had no idea."
Sam swallowed, "Right."
Logan shook his head speechless. Sam stared him in they eyes, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. It didn't seem like he would forge a note for her birthday, but it didn't seem real that her mom had left something for them to find. Sam grabbed the note back from her father and read it again, and then again, and again. Finally she looked up, crumpled the note up, and threw it on the ground. Logan stared open mouthed at his daughter's actions and knelt to pick up the note, "Sam, what are you."
"NO," she yelled throwing off the jacket, "I don't want this. I don't want her jacket. I don't' want anything from her. She left us, no she left me. How can she say she loves me?"
Logan stood at her words, "Samantha, don't you dare say your mother didn't' love you. She gave up her life for you, she left to keep us, to keep you, safe. How can you say that isn't love?"
Sam stared at her father defiantly, "How can you defend her. Dad she left us, she fucking left us! She doesn't love us, she doesn't even care. How can she say she does when she doesn't show it? What the hell kind of love is she talking about?"
"Samantha Richelle, there is absolutely no need or use for that kind of language here.and how dare you say that your mother doesn't love you. By giving you up for your safety, that doesn't scream that she loves you?" Logan argued.
Sam glared at her father, "God, I hate her for leaving, and I hate you for not even looking for her. You just let her leave, why didn't you run after her, why the hell didn't you do something? Anything?" Sam was all out yelling now, anger gripping her whole body.
"Hey," Logan responded his voice rising, "I asked her to stay, I pleaded for her to stay. Do you think I wanted to see you get hurt? She told me not to look for her but I did. You may not have known it but I did. And I never found anything Sam. She lost herself, she didn't want to be found. There's no way I can stop that."
"God, this is the worst birthday ever." Sam stated throwing her hands up in anger, "I hate this, I'm so done with this. You wanna just give up on her fine, do it. Stop looking, just let her go. Screw the fact that she has a daughter right, I mean flesh and blood don't mean shit around her anyways."
Logan opened his mouth to dispute this but Sam cut him off, "No, I don't' want to hear it. I don't' care, I'm leaving. And don't look for me. That's what she said right? Well I'm saying the same goddamn thing." With that Sam stormed out of the penthouse and slammed the door behind her. Tears began streaming from her eyes and she squeezed them shut leaning back against the door. This was so unfair. Where the hell did her mother get off telling her that she loved her when she had abandoned her? What a shitty kind of love she showed. Sam was still reaming in her mind when she heard a voice say her name. Sam opened her eyes when she heard her name again, "Oh my god." She whispered when she saw her mother standing there.
Max smiled and walked towards her daughter, "Happy Birthday Sam." Sam glared at her mom, evading the hug she tried to give her. Max frowned, "Sam?"
"Get away from me." Sam growled. "Away from me and out of my way." Sam continued pushing her mother out of the way and walking for the stairs.
Max turned, "Sam, stop, wait, Sam!"
Sam pushed the door to the stairs open but then stopped and turned and her mother's pleadings, "What?" She snapped. When Max said nothing more and just stood there Sam rolled her eyes and flipped her off, "Stay the fuck away from me." With that she walked through the door and down the stairs. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't care. She just wanted to get the hell away from her dad, and now her mom.
Sam ran down the stairs, tears falling left and right. Where the hell does her mom get off just showing up like that? She bails for four fucking years and then she just decides to show the hell up? What's that all about? Sam exited the stairwell, the anger in her subsiding with each step she took away from home. Home? Who was she kidding? She didn't have a home, twelve years in Ohio and four in Washington? She had no permanent residency. Sam wiped her tears away telling herself to get a hold of herself. As Sam walked out of Fogle Towers she stopped, where was she even going? Right now it didn't really matter to her, as long as it was away from here. At that Sam began walking down the streets of Seattle trying to sort out all the whacked out emotions coursing through her body.
Max walked towards Fogle Towers. She couldn't' believe she was doing this. It'd been four years since she'd spoken to either her daughter or Logan. And after wandering the country some more she had finally decided that four years was long enough to come back. Although, as she walked into Fogle Towers her mind was telling her other wise. Max shifted nervously while waiting for the elevator. She tried to put together what she would say and what would happen but her heart, pounding out of her chest with trepidation, kept distracting her. There were so many possibilities as to how this would play out, and from prior experience a warm welcome was not in her favor. Max took a deep breath as she entered the elevator and pushed the PH button.
Over the four years that she'd been gone she'd kept trying to come back but each time she tried she would convince herself that it would only bring forth more pain and suffering to the two people she loved the most. She knew Logan had been taking care of Sam well, although she'd never actually made her presence known about the times when she would convince herself to return she usually checked up on how the two were doing. It was so hard to stop herself from showing her face to them but the fear had always convinced her otherwise. She thought of both of them everyday hoping and dreaming that one day she would be able to return to them and they could be a family.
The elevator doors opened and just thirty feet away was the door that would lead her to her loved ones. Pushing the fear down she walked out of the elevator and approached the door, excitement beginning to bubble as she became closer and closer to Sam and Logan. She could picture Sam in the leather jacket she had sent to her for her birthday. Oh how she wished she could see her face when she'd found the note she's left in there. She closed her eyes trying to get a more vivid picture of the scene. Max smiled at the vision in her head but then she tensed as she heard Sam's muffled voice. It was too muffled to make out the words but it was growing closer to the door. Max froze as the door flung open and Sam stepped out into the hall leaning back against the door, her eyes closed with tears streaming down her face. Max's heart broke for her daughter and she moved closer and quietly whispered, "Sam."
Getting no response she whispered it again, this time Sam's eyes opening and then landing on her mother. Sam looked shocked and she whispered, "Oh my god."
Max smiled and walked towards her daughter thinking all was well, "Happy Birthday Sam." She said reaching out to hug her only to be evaded by her daughter. Max looked at Sam. Her eyes had now turn cold as ice and glared at her anger slowly spreading across her face,
Max's brow furrowed in confusion, "Sam?"
Sam seemed to grimace at her name but then composed herself and growled, "Get away from me."
Max's eyes widened and she shook her head, tears beginning to spring to her eyes. "Away from me and out of my way." Sam continued pushing her mother out of the way and walking for the stairs.
Max turned to try and stop her by pleading, "Sam, stop, wait, Sam!"
Sam pushed the door to the stairs open but then stopped and turned and her mother's pleadings, "What?" She snapped.
Max said nothing. Her mind had gone blank. She hadn't expected to be greeted by such coldness. Sam rolled her eyes when no response came and then flipped her off, "Stay the fuck away from me." She stated bitterly as she walked through the door and down the stairs.
Max stood in stupor. What had happened to her warm loving Sam? Had four years with out her changed her so much? Had her heart turned from being full of love to being full of spite after all this time? Max hung her head in shame as the realization of just how much pain and hurt her leaving really left. She held back the tears that threatened to fall though. She had to remain composed, may it be for Logan or solely for her comfort. Numbly she turned the door handle and entered the penthouse. She glanced around as she entered, not much had changed except for a few randomly placed photographs of Sam at different stages of her life. Max saddened as she thought of all the things she'd missed over the last four years: Sam's first crush, her first kiss, her first year as a teenager, her first period. Max smiled as she wondered how Logan had dealt with that one but then quickly wiped the smile from her face as she remembered Sam's cold eyes. Her eyes had seemed to deepen in their blue color over the years making the cold stare even more penetrating and ice like.
Max shivered at the thought but then shook it off. She walked deeper into the penthouse scanning the room for Logan. When she saw him her heart melted. He sat on the couch, his head in his hands. Max opened her mouth to speak but Logan lifted his hand, "No, I don't want to hear it. I don't' care what you say, your mother loves you. But I don't want to argue about his anymore Sam. Let's just continue on with your birthday, ok?" As he finished his last sentence he raised his head and his mouth dropped open at the sight of Max.
Max smiled weakly, "Sam left, sorry. Guess you're stuck with me." She joked nervously.
Logan closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch rubbing his face with his hands. He gave a deep sigh as he looked at Max again. Max went to sit on the couch but as she sat down Logan stood up, walked away from her and into the computer room, closing the door and leaving her alone. Max took Logan's prior position, head in her hands this time allowing the tears to flow. This was all her fault.
Logan stood in the middle of the living room his mind blank. He had always feared that one day Sam might say he hated her, and now she had. Not only had she just announced that though, but she had stormed out right after too. Logan sighed, he hadn't wanted to get into any arguments today. Especially with it being her birthday. He had vowed that he wouldn't argue with her, but when he heard Sam saying that her own mother didn't' love her he had lost it. He didn't' understand how Sam could think such a thing. They had been doing great, or so he'd thought. She'd never told him that she thought her mother didn't lover her. This caused him to wonder about other things that she hadn't told him. Logan sighed again and flopped down on the couch. They had been doing fine a few minutes ago, why had that had to change? This was her sweet sixteen, this was supposed to be her perfect day. He had thought that the jacket would bring her such joy. He mentally kicked himself for not realizing all the hurt it might have caused. But how could he have known?
Logan took off his glasses and slumped forward resting his head in his hands massaging his temples. He had not been prepared for anything that had escaped Sam's lips. He knew she had a fiery attitude but this was beyond his comprehension. he had never heard her speak in such a manor as she had today. Sure she had been mouthy in the past but nothing compared to a few minutes ago. The pent up anger that had spilled out of her today blew him away. How could he know his own daughter so little?
After berating himself for a while longer he heard the door open. He sighed trying to think of something to say to her. She had come back, this was good, and he didn't want to start arguing again. He heard her approach and before she could say anything he raised his hand and stated, "No, I don't want to hear it. I don't' care what you say, your mother loves you. But I don't want to argue about his anymore Sam. Let's just continue on with your birthday, ok?" When he finished he raised his head. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock at the sight of Max where he was sure Sam had been standing. Millions of different emotions streamed through his body at the sight of her.
Max smiled and nervously said, "Sam left, sorry. Guess you're stuck with me."
Logan closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch rubbing his face with his hands trying to figure out what exactly he was feeling. He gave a deep sigh as he looked at Max again. He had no clue. He was not prepared for this. His daughter and he had just got into a fight over this woman and he was not capable of facing her right now. As Max neared him and sat on the couch he did the only thing his mind could think of. He stood up and walked away from her to the computer room, closing the door behind him.
As the door closed he let out a deep breath. Life was sure throwing him some curves today. He couldn't' handle his sixteen year old daughter let alone the woman that had been in and out of his life for going on seventeen years. At the mere sight of her his heart had been filled with joy and love but soon his emotions went haywire on him and he wasn't sure what to think or feel. Walking to his computer desk he lowered himself into his computer chair, unsure of what to do, what to think, or what was to come next.
A/N: Until next time that's all folks. As said in the previous A/N you review, and I'll post that's the deal. I swear that's all that keeps me going, well that and Amanda and Autumn's incessant bugging about what's going to happen next. For those of you who've asked about OC and the gang. No worries, they'll be in here sometime soon, I think. Nothing is set in stone till it's posted, and even then I might change things, just cause I can. Thanks for reading all this stuff! LEAVE A REVIEW PLEASE! =P
A/N: Ok, so here's number four! Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed! You keep the reviews coming and I'll keep my stuff coming. (that means if you've reviewed once DO IT AGAIN! Come on it takes what all of two minutes? I think I deserve two minutes of your time!) Ok, so anyways enough with my shameless review begging. As always thanks you Amanda for editing this, well the first part. And to all the readers if there are typos I'm sorry, I'm horrible at proof reading/editing my own stuff, but I did try to get them all. =) Ima stop yapping now and let you continue with "The Music" Series.
A few hours later Logan and Sam were sitting on the couch watching one of Sam's all time favorite moves, Star Wars The Emperor Strikes Back. The two were snuggled together, Logan with his arm around his daughter and Sam resting her head in the crook of his arm. Sam loved being close to her father, mostly to make up for the time they hadn't been together, but also because it was a warm safe loving place. If anything bad ever happened she always had her fathers arms to fall into to pick her up again.
As the movie ended Sam stood up and stretched, "God I love that movie. I mean it's so cool. I mean how great is it that like over fifty years ago people came up with that junk?"
Logan chuckled, "You think those are good, you should watch the rest of them."
"Oh yeah dad, where am I going to get those? I don't think they're even around anymore." Sam contradicted.
Logan shrugged and smiled, "Yeah, your right."
Sam eyes narrowed, as she looked at her father, "No way! You didn't!"
Logan stood and walked to his room, exiting a moment later with a bag in hand. "I couldn't find any wrapping or anything, but happy birthday sweetheart."
Sam took the bag and opened it, "Oh my god!" she screamed taking the first and third movies of the Star Wars trilogy out. "Where on earth did you find these? I thought they were obsolete or some crap."
Logan shrugged mysteriously, "I have my sources."
Sam rolled her eyes, "Ok sure dad. So you got anything else in there for me?" Sam asked.
"Some body's a little eager to get stuff isn't' she?" Logan toyed.
Sam shrugged nonchalantly, "No, I mean, come on. What's the point in waiting till later when I'm ready now?"
Logan shook his head at her and walked back to his room, emerging a moment later with something behind his back. Sam tried to get a peak at what it was but Logan shushed her, "Hey, you'll see it in a minute, let me speak first."
Sam flopped down onto the couch and motioned with her hand for him to continue, "Fine."
Logan cleared his throat, "Well about a week ago I receive a package in the mail. I wasn't sure what to make of it because, well you'll figure that out in a minute. I don't' know what it means, but I have an idea. So Samantha Richelle Guevera Cale, I present you with your gift. With that he pulled a leather jacket out from behind his back. But this was no ordinary leather jacket, this was Max's leather jacket.
When Sam saw the jacket her eyes widened and she stood, "Is that, is that what I think it is?"
Logan nodded slowly, "Yeah, it is."
Sam looked at her father questionably, "Where did you? You got it in the mail?" she fumbled as she reached for the jacket.
Logan shrugged, "Yeah, I was fixing lunch about a week ago when the door rang. It was a messenger from Jampony and he handed me the package. I figured it was just for Eyes Only so I didn't open it till later when I was at my computer."
Sam rubbed the soft leather with her hand, "Do you think it means that maybe?"
Logan placed his hand on Sam's shoulder, "I don't know. It could it could not. To be honest it's still kind of a shock."
Sam nodded, "Yeah, no kidding."
Logan grabbed the jacket from Sam and opened it, "Well come on, put it on."
Sam looked at the jacket warily for a moment and then cautiously slipped into it, "This is too weird." She mumbled turning to face her father.
Logan's eyes sparkled and leaned to kiss her on the forehead, "You look stunning in it."
"Dad." Sam shifted uncomfortably and put her hands into the pockets and then froze,
"Sam?" Logan asked as he felt her tense.
Sam pulled her left hand out of the pocket with a note in hand. Her hand trembled as she held it up for her father to see, "W.wha.what is this?" Sam whispered.
Logan took the note from Sam's hand and shrugged, "I don't' know. I never saw it."
Sam looked at her father in the eyes, "You open it, no I'll open it. No." Sam grabbed the note from Logan's hand and pulled it open. Her heart stopped as she read it.
Sam,
It's your sixteenth birthday today and I wish I could be there to see your face when you put this on. I love you and miss you so much baby. I think of you everyday. I love you so much.
Mom
Sam looked up from the note, "You swear you didn't write this?"
Logan pulled the note from his daughter's hands and read it. As he read it his face paled. When he finished he looked at Sam and shook his head. "I swear I had no idea."
Sam swallowed, "Right."
Logan shook his head speechless. Sam stared him in they eyes, trying to figure out if he was lying or not. It didn't seem like he would forge a note for her birthday, but it didn't seem real that her mom had left something for them to find. Sam grabbed the note back from her father and read it again, and then again, and again. Finally she looked up, crumpled the note up, and threw it on the ground. Logan stared open mouthed at his daughter's actions and knelt to pick up the note, "Sam, what are you."
"NO," she yelled throwing off the jacket, "I don't want this. I don't want her jacket. I don't' want anything from her. She left us, no she left me. How can she say she loves me?"
Logan stood at her words, "Samantha, don't you dare say your mother didn't' love you. She gave up her life for you, she left to keep us, to keep you, safe. How can you say that isn't love?"
Sam stared at her father defiantly, "How can you defend her. Dad she left us, she fucking left us! She doesn't love us, she doesn't even care. How can she say she does when she doesn't show it? What the hell kind of love is she talking about?"
"Samantha Richelle, there is absolutely no need or use for that kind of language here.and how dare you say that your mother doesn't love you. By giving you up for your safety, that doesn't scream that she loves you?" Logan argued.
Sam glared at her father, "God, I hate her for leaving, and I hate you for not even looking for her. You just let her leave, why didn't you run after her, why the hell didn't you do something? Anything?" Sam was all out yelling now, anger gripping her whole body.
"Hey," Logan responded his voice rising, "I asked her to stay, I pleaded for her to stay. Do you think I wanted to see you get hurt? She told me not to look for her but I did. You may not have known it but I did. And I never found anything Sam. She lost herself, she didn't want to be found. There's no way I can stop that."
"God, this is the worst birthday ever." Sam stated throwing her hands up in anger, "I hate this, I'm so done with this. You wanna just give up on her fine, do it. Stop looking, just let her go. Screw the fact that she has a daughter right, I mean flesh and blood don't mean shit around her anyways."
Logan opened his mouth to dispute this but Sam cut him off, "No, I don't' want to hear it. I don't' care, I'm leaving. And don't look for me. That's what she said right? Well I'm saying the same goddamn thing." With that Sam stormed out of the penthouse and slammed the door behind her. Tears began streaming from her eyes and she squeezed them shut leaning back against the door. This was so unfair. Where the hell did her mother get off telling her that she loved her when she had abandoned her? What a shitty kind of love she showed. Sam was still reaming in her mind when she heard a voice say her name. Sam opened her eyes when she heard her name again, "Oh my god." She whispered when she saw her mother standing there.
Max smiled and walked towards her daughter, "Happy Birthday Sam." Sam glared at her mom, evading the hug she tried to give her. Max frowned, "Sam?"
"Get away from me." Sam growled. "Away from me and out of my way." Sam continued pushing her mother out of the way and walking for the stairs.
Max turned, "Sam, stop, wait, Sam!"
Sam pushed the door to the stairs open but then stopped and turned and her mother's pleadings, "What?" She snapped. When Max said nothing more and just stood there Sam rolled her eyes and flipped her off, "Stay the fuck away from me." With that she walked through the door and down the stairs. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't care. She just wanted to get the hell away from her dad, and now her mom.
Sam ran down the stairs, tears falling left and right. Where the hell does her mom get off just showing up like that? She bails for four fucking years and then she just decides to show the hell up? What's that all about? Sam exited the stairwell, the anger in her subsiding with each step she took away from home. Home? Who was she kidding? She didn't have a home, twelve years in Ohio and four in Washington? She had no permanent residency. Sam wiped her tears away telling herself to get a hold of herself. As Sam walked out of Fogle Towers she stopped, where was she even going? Right now it didn't really matter to her, as long as it was away from here. At that Sam began walking down the streets of Seattle trying to sort out all the whacked out emotions coursing through her body.
Max walked towards Fogle Towers. She couldn't' believe she was doing this. It'd been four years since she'd spoken to either her daughter or Logan. And after wandering the country some more she had finally decided that four years was long enough to come back. Although, as she walked into Fogle Towers her mind was telling her other wise. Max shifted nervously while waiting for the elevator. She tried to put together what she would say and what would happen but her heart, pounding out of her chest with trepidation, kept distracting her. There were so many possibilities as to how this would play out, and from prior experience a warm welcome was not in her favor. Max took a deep breath as she entered the elevator and pushed the PH button.
Over the four years that she'd been gone she'd kept trying to come back but each time she tried she would convince herself that it would only bring forth more pain and suffering to the two people she loved the most. She knew Logan had been taking care of Sam well, although she'd never actually made her presence known about the times when she would convince herself to return she usually checked up on how the two were doing. It was so hard to stop herself from showing her face to them but the fear had always convinced her otherwise. She thought of both of them everyday hoping and dreaming that one day she would be able to return to them and they could be a family.
The elevator doors opened and just thirty feet away was the door that would lead her to her loved ones. Pushing the fear down she walked out of the elevator and approached the door, excitement beginning to bubble as she became closer and closer to Sam and Logan. She could picture Sam in the leather jacket she had sent to her for her birthday. Oh how she wished she could see her face when she'd found the note she's left in there. She closed her eyes trying to get a more vivid picture of the scene. Max smiled at the vision in her head but then she tensed as she heard Sam's muffled voice. It was too muffled to make out the words but it was growing closer to the door. Max froze as the door flung open and Sam stepped out into the hall leaning back against the door, her eyes closed with tears streaming down her face. Max's heart broke for her daughter and she moved closer and quietly whispered, "Sam."
Getting no response she whispered it again, this time Sam's eyes opening and then landing on her mother. Sam looked shocked and she whispered, "Oh my god."
Max smiled and walked towards her daughter thinking all was well, "Happy Birthday Sam." She said reaching out to hug her only to be evaded by her daughter. Max looked at Sam. Her eyes had now turn cold as ice and glared at her anger slowly spreading across her face,
Max's brow furrowed in confusion, "Sam?"
Sam seemed to grimace at her name but then composed herself and growled, "Get away from me."
Max's eyes widened and she shook her head, tears beginning to spring to her eyes. "Away from me and out of my way." Sam continued pushing her mother out of the way and walking for the stairs.
Max turned to try and stop her by pleading, "Sam, stop, wait, Sam!"
Sam pushed the door to the stairs open but then stopped and turned and her mother's pleadings, "What?" She snapped.
Max said nothing. Her mind had gone blank. She hadn't expected to be greeted by such coldness. Sam rolled her eyes when no response came and then flipped her off, "Stay the fuck away from me." She stated bitterly as she walked through the door and down the stairs.
Max stood in stupor. What had happened to her warm loving Sam? Had four years with out her changed her so much? Had her heart turned from being full of love to being full of spite after all this time? Max hung her head in shame as the realization of just how much pain and hurt her leaving really left. She held back the tears that threatened to fall though. She had to remain composed, may it be for Logan or solely for her comfort. Numbly she turned the door handle and entered the penthouse. She glanced around as she entered, not much had changed except for a few randomly placed photographs of Sam at different stages of her life. Max saddened as she thought of all the things she'd missed over the last four years: Sam's first crush, her first kiss, her first year as a teenager, her first period. Max smiled as she wondered how Logan had dealt with that one but then quickly wiped the smile from her face as she remembered Sam's cold eyes. Her eyes had seemed to deepen in their blue color over the years making the cold stare even more penetrating and ice like.
Max shivered at the thought but then shook it off. She walked deeper into the penthouse scanning the room for Logan. When she saw him her heart melted. He sat on the couch, his head in his hands. Max opened her mouth to speak but Logan lifted his hand, "No, I don't want to hear it. I don't' care what you say, your mother loves you. But I don't want to argue about his anymore Sam. Let's just continue on with your birthday, ok?" As he finished his last sentence he raised his head and his mouth dropped open at the sight of Max.
Max smiled weakly, "Sam left, sorry. Guess you're stuck with me." She joked nervously.
Logan closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch rubbing his face with his hands. He gave a deep sigh as he looked at Max again. Max went to sit on the couch but as she sat down Logan stood up, walked away from her and into the computer room, closing the door and leaving her alone. Max took Logan's prior position, head in her hands this time allowing the tears to flow. This was all her fault.
Logan stood in the middle of the living room his mind blank. He had always feared that one day Sam might say he hated her, and now she had. Not only had she just announced that though, but she had stormed out right after too. Logan sighed, he hadn't wanted to get into any arguments today. Especially with it being her birthday. He had vowed that he wouldn't argue with her, but when he heard Sam saying that her own mother didn't' love her he had lost it. He didn't' understand how Sam could think such a thing. They had been doing great, or so he'd thought. She'd never told him that she thought her mother didn't lover her. This caused him to wonder about other things that she hadn't told him. Logan sighed again and flopped down on the couch. They had been doing fine a few minutes ago, why had that had to change? This was her sweet sixteen, this was supposed to be her perfect day. He had thought that the jacket would bring her such joy. He mentally kicked himself for not realizing all the hurt it might have caused. But how could he have known?
Logan took off his glasses and slumped forward resting his head in his hands massaging his temples. He had not been prepared for anything that had escaped Sam's lips. He knew she had a fiery attitude but this was beyond his comprehension. he had never heard her speak in such a manor as she had today. Sure she had been mouthy in the past but nothing compared to a few minutes ago. The pent up anger that had spilled out of her today blew him away. How could he know his own daughter so little?
After berating himself for a while longer he heard the door open. He sighed trying to think of something to say to her. She had come back, this was good, and he didn't want to start arguing again. He heard her approach and before she could say anything he raised his hand and stated, "No, I don't want to hear it. I don't' care what you say, your mother loves you. But I don't want to argue about his anymore Sam. Let's just continue on with your birthday, ok?" When he finished he raised his head. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock at the sight of Max where he was sure Sam had been standing. Millions of different emotions streamed through his body at the sight of her.
Max smiled and nervously said, "Sam left, sorry. Guess you're stuck with me."
Logan closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch rubbing his face with his hands trying to figure out what exactly he was feeling. He gave a deep sigh as he looked at Max again. He had no clue. He was not prepared for this. His daughter and he had just got into a fight over this woman and he was not capable of facing her right now. As Max neared him and sat on the couch he did the only thing his mind could think of. He stood up and walked away from her to the computer room, closing the door behind him.
As the door closed he let out a deep breath. Life was sure throwing him some curves today. He couldn't' handle his sixteen year old daughter let alone the woman that had been in and out of his life for going on seventeen years. At the mere sight of her his heart had been filled with joy and love but soon his emotions went haywire on him and he wasn't sure what to think or feel. Walking to his computer desk he lowered himself into his computer chair, unsure of what to do, what to think, or what was to come next.
A/N: Until next time that's all folks. As said in the previous A/N you review, and I'll post that's the deal. I swear that's all that keeps me going, well that and Amanda and Autumn's incessant bugging about what's going to happen next. For those of you who've asked about OC and the gang. No worries, they'll be in here sometime soon, I think. Nothing is set in stone till it's posted, and even then I might change things, just cause I can. Thanks for reading all this stuff! LEAVE A REVIEW PLEASE! =P