Disclaimer: I do not own Max or Logan. James Cameron and Fox and all those good people do. I made up the character Aaron, but feel free to use him in other fanfics...
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text enclosed in and are thoughts...
*-*-* represents change in location or time (as in going into the future or whatever...not a flashback) of the story
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Max studied Logan's face as he prepared another "Eyes Only-Streaming Video" from outside his office.
Warning the planet about some other damn scummbagg who's out for everyone's money, Max told herself. She turned her thoughts to the manilla foler Logan had given her a couple hours before.
Suddenly, her arms began to jerk and she could feel sweat to begin to form on her face.
"Max?" Logan called, trying to turn his wheelchair around. Max reached for something to hold onto-- something to break her fall. The crashing sound of some of Logan's espensive sculptures caused his heart to race. If he could only get the damn wheelchair to coroporate.
~*~
"Max, help! My leg," screamed Aaron. Max looked back. Aaron had gotten under a tree limb somehow. There were large men headed right for Max and Aaron, and she didn't know what to do.
She ran quickly, something they all did well, to free Aaron. The men, dressed in black security uniforms were only a couple feet awayas Aaron and Max bolted towards freedom
~*~
"Where the hell is the triptophane?" Logan questioned, dumping stuff out of Max's bag onto his lap. Her seizure continued, and she was falling in and out of conciousness.
~*~
"Aaron?" Max yelled. He'd been walking right behind her, where could he have gone. "Aaron!" She heard gunshots nearby, and began to run again. She could only assume Aaron was safe.
Stumbling onto the road, Max looked around. She heard something coming and held her breath. It was a woman in a car--
~*~
The seizure was getting worse, and Logan continued to search for the pills that would set Max back to normal-- at least for the time being. Logan knew that Max may never be normal, not with Lydecker after her.
Max, barely concious, tried to pulled herself up. Noticing, Logan wheeled over to her, and helped her lean up against the back of his couch. With jsut enough strength, Max reached for her pocket to her tight leather pants, her head falling to the side.
Leave it to Max to try and save herself, Logan thought, wishing for once that Max wasn't so damn stong willed. He eased himself to the ground, and slowly crawled next to Max-- using only his upper body strength, for obvious reasons.
"Let me help you," Logan offered, setting Max's hand on her leg.
It's a good thing she'd barely concious, Logan thought as he slid his hand into her pocket, otherwise I wouldn't survive this little venture.
Sure enough, deep in Max's pocket were nearly ten triptophane pills.
Couldn't keep them in a bottle, Logan lectured Max in his head.
To be continued....
NOTE:
~*~ represents flashbacks
text enclosed in and are thoughts...
*-*-* represents change in location or time (as in going into the future or whatever...not a flashback) of the story
Please give me some feedback...
Max studied Logan's face as he prepared another "Eyes Only-Streaming Video" from outside his office.
Warning the planet about some other damn scummbagg who's out for everyone's money, Max told herself. She turned her thoughts to the manilla foler Logan had given her a couple hours before.
Suddenly, her arms began to jerk and she could feel sweat to begin to form on her face.
"Max?" Logan called, trying to turn his wheelchair around. Max reached for something to hold onto-- something to break her fall. The crashing sound of some of Logan's espensive sculptures caused his heart to race. If he could only get the damn wheelchair to coroporate.
~*~
"Max, help! My leg," screamed Aaron. Max looked back. Aaron had gotten under a tree limb somehow. There were large men headed right for Max and Aaron, and she didn't know what to do.
She ran quickly, something they all did well, to free Aaron. The men, dressed in black security uniforms were only a couple feet awayas Aaron and Max bolted towards freedom
~*~
"Where the hell is the triptophane?" Logan questioned, dumping stuff out of Max's bag onto his lap. Her seizure continued, and she was falling in and out of conciousness.
~*~
"Aaron?" Max yelled. He'd been walking right behind her, where could he have gone. "Aaron!" She heard gunshots nearby, and began to run again. She could only assume Aaron was safe.
Stumbling onto the road, Max looked around. She heard something coming and held her breath. It was a woman in a car--
~*~
The seizure was getting worse, and Logan continued to search for the pills that would set Max back to normal-- at least for the time being. Logan knew that Max may never be normal, not with Lydecker after her.
Max, barely concious, tried to pulled herself up. Noticing, Logan wheeled over to her, and helped her lean up against the back of his couch. With jsut enough strength, Max reached for her pocket to her tight leather pants, her head falling to the side.
Leave it to Max to try and save herself, Logan thought, wishing for once that Max wasn't so damn stong willed. He eased himself to the ground, and slowly crawled next to Max-- using only his upper body strength, for obvious reasons.
"Let me help you," Logan offered, setting Max's hand on her leg.
It's a good thing she'd barely concious, Logan thought as he slid his hand into her pocket, otherwise I wouldn't survive this little venture.
Sure enough, deep in Max's pocket were nearly ten triptophane pills.
Couldn't keep them in a bottle, Logan lectured Max in his head.
To be continued....