Title: Something Happened (2/?)
Name: Joy
Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating: G
Summary: Morning after Timing
Setting: Max's Apartment
Max enters her apartment first thing in the morning, like nothing is up. "Where have you been Miss Thang? A brown out should not be spent alone," Original Cindy pipes from the living room. Kendra and Cindy had been in the apartment during the brown out and were curious to know their friend's whereabouts from the previous evening. They had been hoping for a girl's night.
"I was at Logan's. No worries," Max stated in a matter-of-fact tone, totally dismissing her friends' looks. She walked out of the room and headed for a long hot shower. She changed her clothes and began to stuff clothes and food into her backpack back in the living room.
"Are you going to make us beg? We know something happened," Kendra pleaded. Max just looked at her like she was nuts. "Alright then why the clothes for the next few days." They were actually just some comfortable clothes she had been planning to bring over to Logan's.
Saved by the phone, Max went over and picked it up. Logan had given Max a cell phone a few weeks earlier. Kendra and Cindy were unaware of the phone's existence so this only furthered their suspicions something had gone down the night before between Max and Logan. They were right but she was not going to tell them that. Max answered the phone pretending not to see the looks on her friends' faces, "Hello."
"Hi," it was Logan on the line. She knew it would be. "I just wanted to make sure you got home OK." Max smiled to herself, "I know pretty dumb from a guy in a wheelchair to ask if his genetically enhanced girlfriend, …friend, … person he cares about, got home safely." Max could feel her heart race and she was getting warm. Logan was so amazing. Intelligent, witty, strong willed, handsome, always told her what he thought, and could argue with her and win. He knew when to try to stop her and when to let her go. He even understood that she could not deal with giving a name right now to what they were to each other. All Max needed was to know was she was to him and him only and vice versa.
"You're sweet," Max said with a huge smile until she regained the awareness she was not alone in the room. Kendra and Cindy were staring her down from across the room. Max dropped the enthusiasm for the man on the other end of the phone, to gain some composure in front of her friends. "I will call you later OK." She turned away from the girls to say quietly, "I enjoyed our talk last night. Now, you need to go to bed. I can go without sleep, but you can't."
"Yes, Ma'am," Logan said as his physical therapist, Bling, came in. In his most playful voice he said, "Come check on me later?"
"Count on it," Max said with a smirk.
"Girlfriend, you cannot tell me there is nothing going on between you and the Bruce Wayne impersonator. That was something!" Original Cindy said in her usually fashion.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Max answered. She had gotten used to lying after leaving Manticore. It was the way the world worked.
"Oh, come on Max. 'I enjoyed our talk last night. Now you need to go to bed.' Something happened … Why weren't you sleeping? Did you two kick it last night?" Cindy demanded.
"Hello, the man is in a wheelchair. Paralyzed from the waist down." Max's eyes dropped at the recognition that she may not be able to make love to Logan at some point. "I don't even know if… That is to say I never asked. Besides we are friends. He goes to bat for me; I go to bat for him," Max said, dispelling the women's delusions of hot, sweaty activities.
"If nothing happened, then tell us what did happen?" Kendra chimed in.
"I went over for dinner. The lights went out. We ate. We talked. End of Story," Max said bluntly.
"All night?" asked Kendra
"Yes."
"No physical contact?" Original Cindy asked. In a few seconds she had her answer, as Max floated off into her own thoughts for a while.
Max began to remember Logan's lips on her lips & on her neck. She remembered the electricity she felt. She began to smile unknowingly. She thought about the way Logan held her in his arms on his big sofa, as they talked until the sun came up. Max was far away with Logan in her mind. "MAX!" Kendra said directly in her ear before finally snapping her out of the memory. "Please … I need to live vicariously through you. Just give me the PG version."
"I promise, all there was PG content," Max smiled and finished tying her bag.
"So, something did happen!" Cindy stated.
Max was finally where she could admit something had changed. "Yes."
"So do we get to hang over at the rich man's house, or will he be slumming it with us?" Original Cindy said thinking of the rich ladies she might discover and corrupt.
"Lets not go nuts. Slow it down a little, K," Max said a little uncomfortable by the idea that her safe haven might become her friends' new hang out.
"Fast? You two have been slower then snails." This comment by Cindy was bewildering to Max. "It is obvious he is all about you. And girly you ain't foolin anybody with your pouty looks. You dig him too & you've dug him for a while."
Max said nothing as Cindy finished. Kendra started to try to make Max understand. "Max you have known us longer then him but he knows way more about you. He knew about your seizures. We didn't; I'm your roommate for God sake," Kendra sighed. "I'm not jealous of the closeness you share; its just he gets you. And you let him get you. We get you to, just not the way he does."
//He gets me. I guess that's true. I do let him in more. He does know who I am; what I am… //
"One last question?" Kendra asked timidly. Max made the 'what now' face. "Does he close his eyes when you kiss? I love it when guys do that," seeing if she would admit to having kissed Logan.
Max gathered her things, pushed her bike, and started out the door. "I don't know. I had my eyes shut… LATER."