Disclaimer: Max and Logan do not belong to me. James Cameron and some other guy own them...unfortunately...
"Max, I'm sorry about the things I said last night," Logan practiced. He was sitting in his apartment alone, awaiting Max's return from her latest assignment. Sighing, he went over the events last night.
~*~
"I got the money," Max stated, handing Logan a bag. "I borrowed some of it for a new jacket." She showed Logan a rip in her leather coat. Her pants were smeared with dirt, among other things. And her hair was wet and disheveled.
"What the hell happened? I thought you said it'd be easy," Logan asked angrily. Max shot him a nasty look, raising her eyebrows.
"I'm not in this to be criticized. I do the work, and you don't complain," she stated.
"How am I not supposed to complain when you've nearly gotten yourself killed every other night this week?"
"You're not so good in the combat department yourself, are you?" Max said, gesturing towards Logan's wheelchair. Logan didn't say anything.
"I have to go, I'm not hanging around this sappy place anymore."
"Max," Logan called, but she was already out the window, making her way back down the ground. "You could have at least used the door," he said into the empty air.
~*~
"Do you always sit around and sulk?" Max asked Logan, shaking him from his thoughts. "This guy I was supposed to find-- "
"Yeah?"
"He's dead," Max said suddenly. Logan looked at her confused.
"That's the whole point, Max," said Logan.
"You don't understand, he was dead long before I got there. And all the evidence was gone."
"What?!" Logan exclaimed, nearly toppling out of his wheelchair.
~To be continued~
"Max, I'm sorry about the things I said last night," Logan practiced. He was sitting in his apartment alone, awaiting Max's return from her latest assignment. Sighing, he went over the events last night.
~*~
"I got the money," Max stated, handing Logan a bag. "I borrowed some of it for a new jacket." She showed Logan a rip in her leather coat. Her pants were smeared with dirt, among other things. And her hair was wet and disheveled.
"What the hell happened? I thought you said it'd be easy," Logan asked angrily. Max shot him a nasty look, raising her eyebrows.
"I'm not in this to be criticized. I do the work, and you don't complain," she stated.
"How am I not supposed to complain when you've nearly gotten yourself killed every other night this week?"
"You're not so good in the combat department yourself, are you?" Max said, gesturing towards Logan's wheelchair. Logan didn't say anything.
"I have to go, I'm not hanging around this sappy place anymore."
"Max," Logan called, but she was already out the window, making her way back down the ground. "You could have at least used the door," he said into the empty air.
~*~
"Do you always sit around and sulk?" Max asked Logan, shaking him from his thoughts. "This guy I was supposed to find-- "
"Yeah?"
"He's dead," Max said suddenly. Logan looked at her confused.
"That's the whole point, Max," said Logan.
"You don't understand, he was dead long before I got there. And all the evidence was gone."
"What?!" Logan exclaimed, nearly toppling out of his wheelchair.
~To be continued~