Just a Fling
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or any of the characters… unfortunately… just writing the fic for the hell of it.
A/N: I know it has taken me a while to update… I apologize. Hope you like!
Contemplation and Back-up
Max pulled her legs closer as the wind whipped her wet hair to her face. The sky was almost as murky as her feelings. Clouds were rolling in at an unsettling rate. Her cattiness told her to get inside to get out of the pelting rain. Still she wouldn't, couldn't, it all hurt so much. Her dark hair plastered to her neck and face. Stubbornly she stayed planted in spot. This spot. She needed this, this cleansing. It made her feel better, for now.
Typical, that this symbolic representation of purification would only be a short-lived fix. It wouldn't last long. Nothing did, not for her. She was beyond tainted; no amount of polluted precipitation could put a right to that.
What she did was… 'No don't go there Max…not there…not right now'.
Emotions pulverized her barricade over, that is what happened. He knocked over that defensive wall.
Two Days Ago…
Max opened reluctantly opened her eyes to the bright lit room. Second to the brilliance of the not so common yet unrepresentative sunshine pouring into the room she noticed the muscular, warm arms encircling her middle.
'What did she do? She wasn't supposed to do… that…'
Easing the panic that initially nipped her, she took a deep breathe in. His scent, the leathery-all-Alec, delimited her. Her anxiety temporary diminished, everything did when she was in his arms. Even so, today was different.
Still she promised herself, she vowed to never do that again. She told herself she wouldn't hurt him anymore.
Inaudibly she plucked each of his fingers from her mid-section and slid off his bed. Then just as swiftly she slid into her clothes.
Last night was… it was a real piece of insight for Max. She wouldn't tell him that. It was all reminding her. How she hurt him, and how she would just keep doing it.
She loved Logan… 'God Logan'… She loved him…didn't she? 'Of course I do, of course I love Logan… he's my everything…Everything? He is isn't he…' that wretched voice tortured.
Max finished fixing her disorderly state and reached for the door handle.
"Max?" his voice rang through her ears like the omen she'd been waiting for. She shoulda known better, it was no omen.
After that things just went wrong, all wrong. That was why Max was sitting at her beloved site high in the clouds by herself. That is why she was moping over this.
Tomorrow it would be better. Tomorrow would be the day she would pretend nothing ever happened. Tomorrow is the day she would put on the good ole veneer and make everything the way it was before. Today though, today she would saturate in her feelings of guilt. Today was a day for her to brood.
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"Hey, I was wondering if you were going to come around" Logan grinned ear to ear. She didn't like it… That's what he used to do…
'Six months and he is still all I think about…God am I pathetic!'
"Yeah, we were busy with that last case, it was Vandermeer's wife."
"The woman that reported him missing" Logan questioned. Max had the urge to roll her eyes; he clearly had a thing for the damsel.
"Yeah her, also the one that disappeared a month after the murder, definitely no transgenic, Zack and I had her down faster than a cat on nip."
"She was probably scared" he said credibly.
"Involved" She stated nonchalantly whilst peering at her bitten down nails.
"Involved? She seemed so…" 'Knew it' Max rolled her eyes in distain.
"Sweet, well she was sweet, for his cash."
"Max?"
"Yeah" 'Oh great this is it, it is time…it's almost been a week' It wasn't the first time.
She decided not to go through with it. The relationship. He was getting too serious and she was getting in too deep. Waist-deep in the tub full of lies. It was getting harder that few months back. He still tried. God he tried. She wouldn't have any of it. They just weren't meant for each other. Not like that. A month of trying, and it went down the drain.
"Why wouldn't you give us a try?" 'Knew it... he always get that serious Logan Cale Mr. Great Oh Eyes-Only dirty business tone'.
"I did, I just think our time was there… we waited too long" she sighed more in exasperation than in regret.
"Well I brought you something" Logan gestured toward a bag on the dining table.
"What's this?" she poked the bright bag.
"A gift" She pulled at the pink wrapping revoltingly and found an envelope. Slowly and befuddled she pulled it out.
"Don't wanna be the big bad bitch but Logan, what am I going to do with all this? You know I can get this on my own." Max held up the roll of cash messily bound together with an elastic band.
"I think you should go and find him…" he grimaced. Logan Cale could not believe he was doing this. This was a bad, bad idea.
" Logan, what are you talking about?" she put on her bogus smile.
"I know, well knew about him… you loved him…"
"Who?" she frowned… 'He knew?'
"That transgenic…" he looked away irritation etching his brows.
"You knew? Wait a minute how did you know? Were you spying on me?" Lightning flashed across her eyes.
"No, no Max it was nothing like that… Just that one mission you went off to get that artillery at that warehouse before White got a hold of it… I hacked into their surveillance system… I saw him with you… his bar-code was... then I didn't think it meant anything, you guys holding hands and laughing. You know I just thought you met a new friend… I didn't think that…" his voice trailed off in a somber whimsy. "But now I know…" she could hear him catch his breath.'He isn't going to cry is he?'
"Logan I…" she compellingly began to elucidate.
"Don't Max" he sounded hurt and as much as Max would like to have thought she cared. She didn't. Not like she once did. "I want you to go… I want you to find him, and I want you to be happy" he was sounding way too bossy for his own good.
"Yes sir" she mustered up an affable grin.
"And I really want you to…"
"Yeah, yeah, I know be careful" she rolled her eyes, kind of like old times.
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"You what boo?!" OC screeched. She had been expecting that one. It wasn't like she actually expected a farewell wagon. This was Cindy she was talking about.
"Lemme get this straight, you eloped and now you're elapsing" Sam stated clearly just making the situation harder for Max. She was doing it on purpose.
"No! I did not elope I got involved before Logan and I found the cure. Now I am going to look for the guy and I will be back."
"You can't." Zack stood up and headed to the kitchen. He did that a lot, the whole raiding Max's nearly empty fridge. He hoped that would be enough to impede her from following through with her silly delusion…
"Oh yeah?" Max growled. "And what are you gonna do if I do?"
"Nothing, cause you won't" he serenely sipped the beer he valiantly retrieved from the fridge.
"Zack, I know ya think ya got this big bro image going for ya, but if you honestly think that you are gonna be able to stop my boo, then you got another thing comin'." Cindy stood in her own bubbling defense.
"Exactly" Max quipped. Zack shook his head in disappointment. Really his little sister should get over this 'tough chick act' because she may be tough, but he could take her on any given day.
Sam scowled and snatched the beer from Zack. "For one, this is mine" she shook the beer to prove her point. "For two, I think that Maxie's right. You really can't stop her, and as much as hate to say it…" she sighed in the dullness of the whole situation. "She's a big girl and she can handle herself, so you should just lay off." She finished while coolly guzzling the rest of the beer.
Zack eyed the identical, yet completely different girls in front of him. He took once glance at the mightily pissed OC and smirked. "Right… so now I am gonna be ambushed?"
"Pretty much" Max grinned.
A/N: Review please! I am sorry I know it is kind of short. I am really busy and this is all I could get together!
