Here's the next part of my story. Thanks for the reviews. I forgot to say
that this is my first fan fic ever, so it was very encouraging to have some
good reviews. Thanks. I also forgot to say that this is set in Season 1,
before Art Attack.
Chapter 2
The rest of the night passed uneventfully and Max was showered and ready to go before Logan had woken.
She tossed up the idea of calling in sick, but in the light of day her fears seemed a little too fanciful. Fogle Towers had security – she could testify to that herself – and Bling would be there soon. She couldn't deny it was tempting to linger until Bling came, but she had to get home first and change her clothes, not to mention picking up her bike, before heading to Jam Pony.
Besides, what excuse could she give to Logan as to why she was hanging around? She still wasn't quite sure that she wanted to admit to him she'd been staking out his place, and nothing had actually happened to make her fears seem valid. Well, that was okay by her. She'd be happy if it stayed that way, too.
Max wrote a quick, "Bye, see yah later," on a stick it pad and placed it on Logan's computer, then slipped out the door.
Once outside, she rode a thorough circuit of the building, and checked out the foyer area, but she could find nothing untoward.
With a glance upward she murmured, "Logan, keep safe," and headed for her own apartment.
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"Kendra said you didn't make it home last night Boo!" Original Cindy looked at her with a knowing glance as Max put her things in her locker.
"Yeah. It got kinda late, so I crashed at Logan's."
Max liked to sound as non-committal as possible when she spoke to her friends about him.
"Yeah?" Original Cindy managed to put a wealth of meaning behind that one word.
Max rolled her eyes at her good- naturedly. "Let's not go down there again," she laughed as she headed to get a package from Normal.
It was a busy morning, and time raced by. As forecast, the weather remained fine and sunny. It was looking good for their picnic.
She still wasn't entirely sure if it was a sensible thing to do with 'snake eyes' lurking about, but she was reasonably sure of her own ability to protect Logan.
In fact, if there 'was' something going down, it would almost be a relief to face something tangible. Shadow boxing had never been a subject on the Manticore curriculum.
"Still," she decided as she rode over there, "I'm going to have to confront him with this -after the picnic."
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"Logan," she called in her usual way as she walked in.
On hearing her voice, Logan pushed himself back from his computer and wheeled out to meet her.
Motioning towards the kitchen he called to her, "Your lunch awaits."
A large picnic hamper sat on the kitchen counter and at the sight of it Max's stomach rumbled in anticipation, and she wondered what delights Logan might have in store for her.
He certainly looked pleased with himself. He wore black cargoes and the sky blue sweater that beautifully complemented the colour of his eyes.
"Mmm, nice," she commented, giving him one of her sexy smiles.
Logan looked up at her, slightly suspicious. "You haven't tasted it yet."
With her same provocative look she replied, "I'm anticipating."
"You two all set for the great outdoors?" asked Bling coming in at that moment with some mail for Logan.
Max replied to Bling, but watched surreptitiously as Logan took his mail. Unless she was mistaken, the envelope looked the same as the one he had put in his desk yesterday.
Watching his face, she saw an expression on it that she couldn't quite read.
"I'll just put these away first," he said to Max, wheeling back to his computer.
Max looked at Bling enquiringly to see if he knew anything, but he shrugged wordlessly. He was too used to Logan's mood swings.
Max hesitated for a moment, knowing that Logan wouldn't thank her for being nosey, but in light of her encounter with the stranger downstairs, she was willing to risk his ire.
Thoughtfully, she went around the other way to Logan's computer, so that she could come up behind him.
Logan was so absorbed in what he was reading, that he didn't notice Max standing well behind him but close enough to see what held his attention so closely.
What she read made her blood run cold.
"REMEMBER MARCH 13th. THIS TIME THE BULLET WILL KILL."
"Is that what you call fan mail?"
Logan looked up startled, with a guilty expression on his face. He went to shove the letter in the drawer, but Max was way too quick for him.
She grabbed it from his hand, then reached into the drawer and pulled out two other envelopes just like the one she held in her hand.
Seething with rage, she silently read them and found they bore similar words – the date, March 13th, and threats to kill.
Her voice was ominously quiet as she asked, "Just when were you thinking of showing these to me?"
"When I had some evidence on who they were from," he snapped back at her.
Her words, and his, came out fast and furious.
"Do you know?"
"Not yet."
"How long's it gonna take?"
"Well, I won't know that till it's done, will I?" he finished sarcastically.
"Pity you may not be around to find out!" she retorted. "It didn't cross your mind that I might be interested in these?" Her voice rose on the last few words.
"I didn't want you to worry," he tried to reason.
"Surely that's for me to decide?"
"You would have made a big deal of it – like you are! – and tried to play bodyguard."
"Well maybe that's just what you need!"
With a set look to his face, Logan replied evenly, "I've had threats before Max."
"Yeah? Look where the last one landed you."
He glanced away from her quickly at that remark, but not before Max had read the momentary flash of pain in his eyes, however it only served to flame the fire inside her. How could he receive death threats and not tell her? Didn't he know that she cared about him – that she'd stayed in Seattle because of him?
She'd already seen him shot once courtesy of the hover drone footage, and she definitely had no intention of seeing a sequel.
Trying to calm down, and already regretting her previous remark, Max said in a more even tone, "I thought circumstances like this were in my job description?"
"I never asked for a nanny!" he retorted cuttingly, his own voice rising.
Max regarded him scornfully. "Yeah, well I call it looking out for a friend. Forget the picnic. I'm not hungry anymore."
With that she stormed out of the computer room, heading for the door, nearly knocking down Bling in her anger.
"Sorry Bling."
"Max?"
She was more angry than she could remember in a long time – well at least since Logan had cancelled the dinner she'd cooked for him and taken her out on an Eyes Only recon instead.
She could feel the anger coursing through her, wild and unchecked, but in the middle of it, there was another emotion ... was it fear?
She briefly looked at Bling, then almost in spite of herself whispered vehemently to him,
"Don't let him out of your sight!"
TBC
Chapter 2
The rest of the night passed uneventfully and Max was showered and ready to go before Logan had woken.
She tossed up the idea of calling in sick, but in the light of day her fears seemed a little too fanciful. Fogle Towers had security – she could testify to that herself – and Bling would be there soon. She couldn't deny it was tempting to linger until Bling came, but she had to get home first and change her clothes, not to mention picking up her bike, before heading to Jam Pony.
Besides, what excuse could she give to Logan as to why she was hanging around? She still wasn't quite sure that she wanted to admit to him she'd been staking out his place, and nothing had actually happened to make her fears seem valid. Well, that was okay by her. She'd be happy if it stayed that way, too.
Max wrote a quick, "Bye, see yah later," on a stick it pad and placed it on Logan's computer, then slipped out the door.
Once outside, she rode a thorough circuit of the building, and checked out the foyer area, but she could find nothing untoward.
With a glance upward she murmured, "Logan, keep safe," and headed for her own apartment.
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"Kendra said you didn't make it home last night Boo!" Original Cindy looked at her with a knowing glance as Max put her things in her locker.
"Yeah. It got kinda late, so I crashed at Logan's."
Max liked to sound as non-committal as possible when she spoke to her friends about him.
"Yeah?" Original Cindy managed to put a wealth of meaning behind that one word.
Max rolled her eyes at her good- naturedly. "Let's not go down there again," she laughed as she headed to get a package from Normal.
It was a busy morning, and time raced by. As forecast, the weather remained fine and sunny. It was looking good for their picnic.
She still wasn't entirely sure if it was a sensible thing to do with 'snake eyes' lurking about, but she was reasonably sure of her own ability to protect Logan.
In fact, if there 'was' something going down, it would almost be a relief to face something tangible. Shadow boxing had never been a subject on the Manticore curriculum.
"Still," she decided as she rode over there, "I'm going to have to confront him with this -after the picnic."
************************************************
"Logan," she called in her usual way as she walked in.
On hearing her voice, Logan pushed himself back from his computer and wheeled out to meet her.
Motioning towards the kitchen he called to her, "Your lunch awaits."
A large picnic hamper sat on the kitchen counter and at the sight of it Max's stomach rumbled in anticipation, and she wondered what delights Logan might have in store for her.
He certainly looked pleased with himself. He wore black cargoes and the sky blue sweater that beautifully complemented the colour of his eyes.
"Mmm, nice," she commented, giving him one of her sexy smiles.
Logan looked up at her, slightly suspicious. "You haven't tasted it yet."
With her same provocative look she replied, "I'm anticipating."
"You two all set for the great outdoors?" asked Bling coming in at that moment with some mail for Logan.
Max replied to Bling, but watched surreptitiously as Logan took his mail. Unless she was mistaken, the envelope looked the same as the one he had put in his desk yesterday.
Watching his face, she saw an expression on it that she couldn't quite read.
"I'll just put these away first," he said to Max, wheeling back to his computer.
Max looked at Bling enquiringly to see if he knew anything, but he shrugged wordlessly. He was too used to Logan's mood swings.
Max hesitated for a moment, knowing that Logan wouldn't thank her for being nosey, but in light of her encounter with the stranger downstairs, she was willing to risk his ire.
Thoughtfully, she went around the other way to Logan's computer, so that she could come up behind him.
Logan was so absorbed in what he was reading, that he didn't notice Max standing well behind him but close enough to see what held his attention so closely.
What she read made her blood run cold.
"REMEMBER MARCH 13th. THIS TIME THE BULLET WILL KILL."
"Is that what you call fan mail?"
Logan looked up startled, with a guilty expression on his face. He went to shove the letter in the drawer, but Max was way too quick for him.
She grabbed it from his hand, then reached into the drawer and pulled out two other envelopes just like the one she held in her hand.
Seething with rage, she silently read them and found they bore similar words – the date, March 13th, and threats to kill.
Her voice was ominously quiet as she asked, "Just when were you thinking of showing these to me?"
"When I had some evidence on who they were from," he snapped back at her.
Her words, and his, came out fast and furious.
"Do you know?"
"Not yet."
"How long's it gonna take?"
"Well, I won't know that till it's done, will I?" he finished sarcastically.
"Pity you may not be around to find out!" she retorted. "It didn't cross your mind that I might be interested in these?" Her voice rose on the last few words.
"I didn't want you to worry," he tried to reason.
"Surely that's for me to decide?"
"You would have made a big deal of it – like you are! – and tried to play bodyguard."
"Well maybe that's just what you need!"
With a set look to his face, Logan replied evenly, "I've had threats before Max."
"Yeah? Look where the last one landed you."
He glanced away from her quickly at that remark, but not before Max had read the momentary flash of pain in his eyes, however it only served to flame the fire inside her. How could he receive death threats and not tell her? Didn't he know that she cared about him – that she'd stayed in Seattle because of him?
She'd already seen him shot once courtesy of the hover drone footage, and she definitely had no intention of seeing a sequel.
Trying to calm down, and already regretting her previous remark, Max said in a more even tone, "I thought circumstances like this were in my job description?"
"I never asked for a nanny!" he retorted cuttingly, his own voice rising.
Max regarded him scornfully. "Yeah, well I call it looking out for a friend. Forget the picnic. I'm not hungry anymore."
With that she stormed out of the computer room, heading for the door, nearly knocking down Bling in her anger.
"Sorry Bling."
"Max?"
She was more angry than she could remember in a long time – well at least since Logan had cancelled the dinner she'd cooked for him and taken her out on an Eyes Only recon instead.
She could feel the anger coursing through her, wild and unchecked, but in the middle of it, there was another emotion ... was it fear?
She briefly looked at Bling, then almost in spite of herself whispered vehemently to him,
"Don't let him out of your sight!"
TBC