Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: MA all the way!
Author's Note: Not much here… just trying to get through the writer's block wish me luck! Suggestions are welcome.
Chapter Nine
Max looked over at the small rectangular piece of plastic as it danced across the table top. Ten times in the last forty minutes. The X5 sighed and picked up her cell phone. With a practiced hand she dialed the pager company. It was time to shut off her pager… Alec was right. She had to move on.
(Forty-five minutes later)
Logan's face paled, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The message couldn't go through. Her number was no longer operational. He felt the blood rush down to his feet. Something's happened. His mind screamed relentlessly. He had to find out, had to help if he could. And with those thoughts Logan grabbed his things together and fled the apartment.
"You shut your pager off?" Sketchy asked. "Why?" The lanky biker scratched his head in confusion.
"I got a cell." Max explained, flashing it in front of Sketchy.
"Awesome!"
"Is show and tell over?" Normal called from the front desk. "Come on people these packages aren't going to deliver themselves you know." Max rolled her eyes.
"What ever." She snorted, popping the sleek phone back into her coat pocket.
"Hey Max, showing off your new toy?" A deep voice asked cheerfully as Alec came up behind Max and wrapped an arm around her slender waist. Max shrugged out of his embrace.
"Yep, I shut off my pager today."
"The buzzing finally get to you?" The dirty-blond asked, his voice dropping a level as the pair grabbed a few packages from the dispatch desk. Max nodded.
Logan paused as he reached his battered gray minivan. When should he look… the question nagged him and finally he decided to try Alec. As much as it pained the older man to admit the built X5 probably knew where his dark angel was. Logan swallowed his pride and dialed Alec's number.
The X5 picked up on the second ring. Stiffly he pulled his bike off to the side of the road. "Go ahead." He instructed Max, smiling as he pointed to his cell phone. The brunette haired woman nodded once and then was gone.
"Hey Log-boy," Alec answered the phone cheerfully. On the other end Logan ground his teeth. That man could be infuriating.
"How's Max?" The cyber journalist cut right to the point.
"Nice to hear from you too," Replied Alec dodging the question while he thought about his answer. Slowly he drew the words through his lips adding emphasis as he went along. "I don't know how to break this to you Logan but Max doesn't want you in her life any more. She cut you out. Remember?" His words were dark, mocking despite the cheerful tone the X5 used.
On the other end Logan grew quiet. Alec could hear him shuffle. Finally after an endless pause he replied. "You'll understand when this happens to you someday." And then the line went dead.
Alec removed the phone from his ear slowly, disbelievingly. Disgusted the X5 tossed the phone in his pocket and swung himself back onto his bike. It was different with him and Max. They had something more then Logan and her ever had. They had a kid.
Alec went around the corner fast hoping to catch Max before she had gone too far. To his amazement she was sitting right there. On the street corner her bike leaned up against the wall behind her.
"Hey," She said softly as he pulled up in front of her.
"You're spying." Alec accused. Max nodded her long hair falling into her face. She pushed it out of the way. Alec laughed. "Where's the next package?" Max pulled it out.
"Rich side," She mumbled. Alec smiled.
"Maybe they'll have something we'd like to come back for." Playfully Max punched Alec's shoulder.
"Let's go." She laughed mounting her own bike.
"Do you really think you should be doing this job?" Max looked over at her companion questioningly. Alec continued, "I mean it's it supposed to be bad for the baby to do physical labor or something like that?" Max rolled her eyes.
"Come on I'm still in my first trimester. Besides I'm not even showing yet." Alec looked over at Max's flat stomach.
"I don't know Max you're wearing an awful lot of cloths maybe if you took some off." Max glared at her handsome friend. "Or not," he chuckled.
The two of them moved down the crowded Seattle streets bantering together as they made their rounds. Pretty soon the streets were growing less crowded and the pair was forced back to Jam Pony. Laughing they pulled into the large gaping doors.
At the dispatch desk Normal looked over at OC.
"What does he see in her?" The little man asked puzzled.
OC shook her head. "Why don't you ask them." And with that she walked over to her two friends. Behind the counter Normal scratched his head the thought of Max with his golden boy unfathomable. Why was it that the good ones always went bad?
A/N: Please let me know what you think and what you want to see next time.