SCENE 18 CON'T
"Yes." She reached out with the blanket, "Come here."
Logan obeyed.
Max snuggled up next to him. "All I wanted you to do was open up, Logan. You gloss over things too much."
"So do you, Max," he said wrapping his arms around her, "It's not always 'no big dealio'." He looked at her. "You went somewhere Max, while you were having that seizure."
"Manticore," she whispered, "I was back at Manticore. But you brought me back."
Logan tightened his grip on her and buried his face in her hair. "Just don't leave me again," he whispered.
"I won't." She pulled the blankets up to her chin, "No more talking. Time to conserve energy."
Logan snuggled down into the covers with her, where they stayed till morning.
SCENE 19: LOGAN'S, THE NEXT MORNING
Max awoke, feeling on edge when she didn't recognize her surroundings. But within that same moment she recognized Logan's room, the warmth of his arms around her. She lay there, remembering what had happened the night before. And it scared her. She'd never gotten a relationship to work before.
Not that she'd really wanted any of them to work before. No one had ever known her like Logan did. That scared her. She had no mystery to hide behind with him.
Max slowly and carefully eased out of Logan's arms. He stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake. She felt guilty sneaking out on him, but she couldn't stay. She stripped of his sweatshirt and her track pants. Grabbing her bike pants from the floor where she'd left them last night, Max pulled them on. Wearing just her tank and pants, she grabbed her jacket and shoes, heading for the door.
"Max?" Logan mumbled, rousing from sleep.
"I gotta go to work," she said.
"Max, it's Saturday," Logan said, sitting up to look at her, "No work."
"Bling'll be here, to help you with your reps," she said, grasping at anything she could think of.
"Bling's day off," Logan reminded her.
"Right," she said.
"Max, don't run off again. I thought we worked past this last night."
She dropped her shoes. "I am a female fogbank. Damn Darrin."
"Max, you're not. And you're not the only one who's foggy. I've hid my emotions, too. And it's because I'm scared." God, that felt so good, Logan thought, I should have told her this earlier.
"I'm scared, too," Max whispered, "I don't think I know how to love you like you deserve to be loved."
"Max, I'm the one who doesn't deserve this," Logan said.
She looked at him. Max knew what he was thinking, and Logan knew that she was thinking.
Max smiled. "So, Cinderella gets her prince after all."
"Hey, she's the one who lost her shoe. The prince is lucky he found it," Logan told her as she bent down to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on the bed. "And this prince is gonna make sure you can't run away again."
"Yeah," Max replied between kisses, "Wouldn't do to loose the other shoe."
SCENE 20: KENDRA'S, LATER THAT DAY
"You okay?" Max asked Kendra for the one-millionth time since she'd picked her up from Cindy's. Max had hated to leave Logan, but she had to get back to her place and get things set with Kendra.
"Yeah, just wish I hadn't lost that job. It paid really well, even if he was a bastard," Kendra smiled, "But it's not your fault Max."
"Yes it is, so here, take my last two week's pay," Max said, holding the money out to her, "To make up for it."
"Max, I can't take that." Kendra folded her arms.
"Yes, you can," Max said extending her arm further and putting it in Kendra's shirt pocket.
"On one condition," Kendra said.
"What?"
"Where'd you learn to fight like that? And 'around' is not an answer."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me," Kendra said, "I can take it."
"Ok, I am a genetically revved up female prototype, and from birth I was trained as a weapons system at a covert genetics lab in Wyoming," Max deadpanned.
Kendra snorted. "Max, I'm not going to fall for that. If you don't want to tell me, then fine, I understand. But when you're ready, I'll listen." She took her tea and walked into her room.
SCENE 21: THE SPACE NEEDLE, THAT NIGHT
Max is sitting near the edge, her knees hugged to her chest. Resting one ear on her knees, she stares out at the night, thinking . . . .
(Max Voiceover)
So, the cold spell has passed, and thanks to Logan, not too many people were hurt. Logan and I are probably the only ones who benefited from it. But if we hadn't, we could have taken it somewhere neither one of us wanted it to go. On the other hand, it has created a fracture between me and Kendra. She knows that there's something more to me than meets the eye, but I'm not ready to tell her. Cindy's just getting used to the idea, and I think I'd need her to convince Kendra. I know I said things were easier when I didn't give a damn, but maybe they aren't . . . . . it was pretty easy under that blanket with Logan . . . .
Max's lips curl into a smile as she continues to stare out into the night.
THE END
"Yes." She reached out with the blanket, "Come here."
Logan obeyed.
Max snuggled up next to him. "All I wanted you to do was open up, Logan. You gloss over things too much."
"So do you, Max," he said wrapping his arms around her, "It's not always 'no big dealio'." He looked at her. "You went somewhere Max, while you were having that seizure."
"Manticore," she whispered, "I was back at Manticore. But you brought me back."
Logan tightened his grip on her and buried his face in her hair. "Just don't leave me again," he whispered.
"I won't." She pulled the blankets up to her chin, "No more talking. Time to conserve energy."
Logan snuggled down into the covers with her, where they stayed till morning.
SCENE 19: LOGAN'S, THE NEXT MORNING
Max awoke, feeling on edge when she didn't recognize her surroundings. But within that same moment she recognized Logan's room, the warmth of his arms around her. She lay there, remembering what had happened the night before. And it scared her. She'd never gotten a relationship to work before.
Not that she'd really wanted any of them to work before. No one had ever known her like Logan did. That scared her. She had no mystery to hide behind with him.
Max slowly and carefully eased out of Logan's arms. He stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake. She felt guilty sneaking out on him, but she couldn't stay. She stripped of his sweatshirt and her track pants. Grabbing her bike pants from the floor where she'd left them last night, Max pulled them on. Wearing just her tank and pants, she grabbed her jacket and shoes, heading for the door.
"Max?" Logan mumbled, rousing from sleep.
"I gotta go to work," she said.
"Max, it's Saturday," Logan said, sitting up to look at her, "No work."
"Bling'll be here, to help you with your reps," she said, grasping at anything she could think of.
"Bling's day off," Logan reminded her.
"Right," she said.
"Max, don't run off again. I thought we worked past this last night."
She dropped her shoes. "I am a female fogbank. Damn Darrin."
"Max, you're not. And you're not the only one who's foggy. I've hid my emotions, too. And it's because I'm scared." God, that felt so good, Logan thought, I should have told her this earlier.
"I'm scared, too," Max whispered, "I don't think I know how to love you like you deserve to be loved."
"Max, I'm the one who doesn't deserve this," Logan said.
She looked at him. Max knew what he was thinking, and Logan knew that she was thinking.
Max smiled. "So, Cinderella gets her prince after all."
"Hey, she's the one who lost her shoe. The prince is lucky he found it," Logan told her as she bent down to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on the bed. "And this prince is gonna make sure you can't run away again."
"Yeah," Max replied between kisses, "Wouldn't do to loose the other shoe."
SCENE 20: KENDRA'S, LATER THAT DAY
"You okay?" Max asked Kendra for the one-millionth time since she'd picked her up from Cindy's. Max had hated to leave Logan, but she had to get back to her place and get things set with Kendra.
"Yeah, just wish I hadn't lost that job. It paid really well, even if he was a bastard," Kendra smiled, "But it's not your fault Max."
"Yes it is, so here, take my last two week's pay," Max said, holding the money out to her, "To make up for it."
"Max, I can't take that." Kendra folded her arms.
"Yes, you can," Max said extending her arm further and putting it in Kendra's shirt pocket.
"On one condition," Kendra said.
"What?"
"Where'd you learn to fight like that? And 'around' is not an answer."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me," Kendra said, "I can take it."
"Ok, I am a genetically revved up female prototype, and from birth I was trained as a weapons system at a covert genetics lab in Wyoming," Max deadpanned.
Kendra snorted. "Max, I'm not going to fall for that. If you don't want to tell me, then fine, I understand. But when you're ready, I'll listen." She took her tea and walked into her room.
SCENE 21: THE SPACE NEEDLE, THAT NIGHT
Max is sitting near the edge, her knees hugged to her chest. Resting one ear on her knees, she stares out at the night, thinking . . . .
(Max Voiceover)
So, the cold spell has passed, and thanks to Logan, not too many people were hurt. Logan and I are probably the only ones who benefited from it. But if we hadn't, we could have taken it somewhere neither one of us wanted it to go. On the other hand, it has created a fracture between me and Kendra. She knows that there's something more to me than meets the eye, but I'm not ready to tell her. Cindy's just getting used to the idea, and I think I'd need her to convince Kendra. I know I said things were easier when I didn't give a damn, but maybe they aren't . . . . . it was pretty easy under that blanket with Logan . . . .
Max's lips curl into a smile as she continues to stare out into the night.
THE END