Note: This is my first crossover story. I don't own these characters; I'm just a fan making a tribute to two great tv series. Please review after reading!!!
Animalistic Nature
A Dark Angel/The Crow: Stairway to Heaven Crossover Event
Part 2: Side Effects
Morning arrived and found Max lying in her bed. She had been staring at the ceiling, when her pager went off for the 80th time that morning. She groaned and grabbed the edges of the mattress as she closed her eyes.
She knew why Logan was so insistent. Obviously, he was really concerned about her. She opened her eyes and recalled last night's events.
Max was idlely chatting with Eric and Logan about small, senseless topics. It was about the middle of dinner when she noticed the small tingly feeling creeping up on her. Instinctively, she knew what it was. Yup. It was that time of the year again for her. She also had noticed the dinner surroundings: A candlelit dinner for three, dinner music playing low in the background, and the idle chat of her dinnermates. That's when she noticed the two full-grown men on each side of her. She repeated that phrase again....two full grown men. Earlier they were just Logan and Eric. So, Max had abrubtly jumped up and left the penthouse. No excusions or reasons, she just left.
The pager went off again, interrupting her flashback. She sat up and grunted. She had two options, stay here and continue to listen to the annoying pager beep every few seconds....which was getting on her nerves now. Or go to Logans, and show him that she was 'ok' and needn't worry about her.
She chose the latter. Ok, Max. She thought. Just go there, make yourself known, smile, excuse yourself, and then leave. See...nothin to it. Max unlocked her bedroom door and noticed that Kendra wasn't around. She sighed in relief as she exited the building with her ride.
Max was halfway to Logans, when her mind began to wander. Thoughts crept into her mind as she thought about the kiss with Eric, the kiss with Logan and how it would feel to do it again.
A blaring car horn caught her attention and she swerved to avoid getting hit. Max then pulled to the side of the road to recollect herself. She had blanked out and began to ponder why. This has never happened before. Could it be that it's not just the seizures that have grown in intensity? She looked to the front of her and saw Logans building not far from her. Might as well finish this trip and go thru as planned.
Eric sat on the couch watching Logan 'pace' back and forth. Logan was confused. Never had he'd 'known' her to just up and leave without a word. Something had to be up.
Logan stopped to check his watch, "She's taking too long. She should've been here by now."
"Traffic was bad." Came a reply from a female voice.
Logan turned and saw Max. He was about to say something, but her tone made him hesitate. He hadn't thought about it. Maybe her leaving last night was because of her being angry. Though he hadn't a clue as to what about.
Eric stood up, "Hi." Max turned to him, blushed and responded to him.
Ok, Logan thought, maybe it's not anger. Then, what?
Max caught herself, "Um, please excuse me." She turned and made her way to the bedroom. The two guys turned to each other and shrugged in confusion.
Logan was about to go after her, when a beep came from his computer. Eric then offered to go after her, "Better answer that. I'll see what's up with Max."
Logan reluctantly nodded then went to answer the call.
Eric was also curious about her abrupt departure. He reached the bedroom door and knocked. He entered when he heard her give permission. He saw her sitting on the bed; her back was to him. "Are you ok?" He spoke first.
She stood up quickly, "Yeah, sure." The sight of him standing there was the reason for the weak reply. Ah go on, it's not like your commited. Her mind, being pressured by her hormones, urged her on.
He crossed the room and stood by her, "You sure? Logan doesn't seem to think so."
She shrugged and continued to close the distance between him, as she wrapped her arms around him. The kiss was an explosion sending sparks through them.
They parted and moved to the bed. Max seductively crawled over him. The kissing started up again and Eric held on tightly to Max. She pulled back, to make unbuttoning his shirt much easier.
She sat up, straddling him to gaze at his upper body build. She purred as she dove back into him. But soon, both minds began to remember where they were and what they were. She sat up and they parted. Both looking at each other, as they knew it was wrong, but each wanted more.
"I shouldn't do this." Max spoke, standing up. She moved away from him and tossed him his shirt back. He reached for it, but didn't put it on immediately.
He felt saddened. During the heat of the moment, she had called out his name, resulting in more and more resemblence to Shelly. He decided to question this coincidence. He pulled out a picture of Shelly from his shirt pocket and walked over to Max.
"Do you believe in rebirth?" He asked her, holding out the picture.
Max shook her head as she turned to him and she saw the picture, "Is that Shelly?" He nodded. "She's pretty." Max commented.
Silence had envoloped the two, when Logan entered. He paused before speaking, glancing at the two, "Uh, I just received a call. Apparently another crime is being commited and I have to meet with someone to try to stop it." He hesitated, feeling uneasy, but the caller had sounded urgent, "You, um, wouldn't mind holding the fort down, would you Max?"
She smiled and walked over to Logan, "Just as long as you include me on this one." He looked at her startled. She never just jumped into a mission; he usually had to drag her into it.
"Ok." He didn't move, suspiciously eyeing the situation.
Max stopped and turned around, "Well, get going before the crime is commited." She broke him of his stare stupor and he excused himself and wheeled away.
Once Logan had left, Max led Eric to the living room to talk some more.
They didn't see anything wrong with sitting next to each other on the couch. Max had reached over and retrieved the picture of Shelly from his pocket.
"So, Logan was telling me that Shelly was your fiancee, when you were murdered." He nodded.
"Actually, that night, I had proposed to her."
Max stared sadly at the picture. She sighed disgustedly, "I can't believe that there's people out there that kill for the fun of it."
He shook his head sadly, "I don't know. Everytime I come close to redeeming myself, something goes wrong. That's why I'm still here."
They were dangerously close to each other again.
"I believe in rebirth." He stated. "I strongly believe that Shelly is reaching me through you."
She sat up and looked at him. He thinks I'm Shelly? It could explain this sudden attraction to him...despite the raging hormones. I do feel like I've known him.
She spoke, "It explains these feelings toward you." He returned the look to her. He felt relieved to have her believe what he thought.
She had straddled him, yet again. But instead of smothering him with passionate kisses, she outpoured a confession to him.
"I thought it was kinda strange, but this dream I had last night is now eating at me."
"What was it about?" He asked.
"That night, of your murder. I dreamt that I was there. Fighting for my life as you fought for yours. The crashing of the window was so clear to me. It was the first time I had ever awoke with sadness. I realized that I was crying...from missing you." She paused, then spoke again, "It was all so real."
Eric reached up, caressing her face, "Shh, it's ok. Dreams aren't meant to hurt."
She nuzzled up against him, and began to think, Maybe I am Shelly's messenger. She then got up and moved away from him, "Hey, how would you like a grand tour of this city?"
Eric looked up at her, "Shouldn't we wait for Logan to get back?"
She shrugged, "He knows I don't stick around long."
Eric got up and followed her to the door. When she opened it, Logan was on the other side, looking a bit flustered.
"Logan?" Max stated concerningly.
He wheeled in, "Big trouble Max."
Max glanced to Eric, then followed after Logan.
Logan realized this and continued, "My contact told me about this guy. Calls himself 'The Stork'." Logan wheeled to the computer and loaded a disk up.
Eric took a seat, but Max stood near Logan.
"Seems like this guy, visits hospitals, steals babies and then hands them over to the highest bidder."
"Stealing babies? Seems sick and twisted to do that and call yourself The Stork." Max stated disgustingly. She then got serious, "What's the mission?"
"Well, I have an address where a meeting between The Stork and his current employer will be held. Maybe you could trail this guy. See who he works for, or where he keeps the babies."
Logan handed Max the address and she put in into her pocket. "They're meeting in an hour, so you'd better go now." He told her.
"Right." She nodded to him, then turned to Eric, "Wanna come?"
Eric shrugged as Logan objected, "I don't think that's a good idea. This is risky business, Max."
Max made her priceless pouty face, "Aww, c'mon, Logan. It might be a little helpful to have a helping hand this time."
Logan looked at her and cringed in defeat. That face was so hard to resist. He was helpless against it. "Ok. But at the first sign of trouble, pull out."
Max nodded seriously at Logan, then left with Eric. Logan sighed and hoped she would be careful.
~~**++**~~
to be continued
Animalistic Nature
A Dark Angel/The Crow: Stairway to Heaven Crossover Event
Part 2: Side Effects
Morning arrived and found Max lying in her bed. She had been staring at the ceiling, when her pager went off for the 80th time that morning. She groaned and grabbed the edges of the mattress as she closed her eyes.
She knew why Logan was so insistent. Obviously, he was really concerned about her. She opened her eyes and recalled last night's events.
Max was idlely chatting with Eric and Logan about small, senseless topics. It was about the middle of dinner when she noticed the small tingly feeling creeping up on her. Instinctively, she knew what it was. Yup. It was that time of the year again for her. She also had noticed the dinner surroundings: A candlelit dinner for three, dinner music playing low in the background, and the idle chat of her dinnermates. That's when she noticed the two full-grown men on each side of her. She repeated that phrase again....two full grown men. Earlier they were just Logan and Eric. So, Max had abrubtly jumped up and left the penthouse. No excusions or reasons, she just left.
The pager went off again, interrupting her flashback. She sat up and grunted. She had two options, stay here and continue to listen to the annoying pager beep every few seconds....which was getting on her nerves now. Or go to Logans, and show him that she was 'ok' and needn't worry about her.
She chose the latter. Ok, Max. She thought. Just go there, make yourself known, smile, excuse yourself, and then leave. See...nothin to it. Max unlocked her bedroom door and noticed that Kendra wasn't around. She sighed in relief as she exited the building with her ride.
Max was halfway to Logans, when her mind began to wander. Thoughts crept into her mind as she thought about the kiss with Eric, the kiss with Logan and how it would feel to do it again.
A blaring car horn caught her attention and she swerved to avoid getting hit. Max then pulled to the side of the road to recollect herself. She had blanked out and began to ponder why. This has never happened before. Could it be that it's not just the seizures that have grown in intensity? She looked to the front of her and saw Logans building not far from her. Might as well finish this trip and go thru as planned.
Eric sat on the couch watching Logan 'pace' back and forth. Logan was confused. Never had he'd 'known' her to just up and leave without a word. Something had to be up.
Logan stopped to check his watch, "She's taking too long. She should've been here by now."
"Traffic was bad." Came a reply from a female voice.
Logan turned and saw Max. He was about to say something, but her tone made him hesitate. He hadn't thought about it. Maybe her leaving last night was because of her being angry. Though he hadn't a clue as to what about.
Eric stood up, "Hi." Max turned to him, blushed and responded to him.
Ok, Logan thought, maybe it's not anger. Then, what?
Max caught herself, "Um, please excuse me." She turned and made her way to the bedroom. The two guys turned to each other and shrugged in confusion.
Logan was about to go after her, when a beep came from his computer. Eric then offered to go after her, "Better answer that. I'll see what's up with Max."
Logan reluctantly nodded then went to answer the call.
Eric was also curious about her abrupt departure. He reached the bedroom door and knocked. He entered when he heard her give permission. He saw her sitting on the bed; her back was to him. "Are you ok?" He spoke first.
She stood up quickly, "Yeah, sure." The sight of him standing there was the reason for the weak reply. Ah go on, it's not like your commited. Her mind, being pressured by her hormones, urged her on.
He crossed the room and stood by her, "You sure? Logan doesn't seem to think so."
She shrugged and continued to close the distance between him, as she wrapped her arms around him. The kiss was an explosion sending sparks through them.
They parted and moved to the bed. Max seductively crawled over him. The kissing started up again and Eric held on tightly to Max. She pulled back, to make unbuttoning his shirt much easier.
She sat up, straddling him to gaze at his upper body build. She purred as she dove back into him. But soon, both minds began to remember where they were and what they were. She sat up and they parted. Both looking at each other, as they knew it was wrong, but each wanted more.
"I shouldn't do this." Max spoke, standing up. She moved away from him and tossed him his shirt back. He reached for it, but didn't put it on immediately.
He felt saddened. During the heat of the moment, she had called out his name, resulting in more and more resemblence to Shelly. He decided to question this coincidence. He pulled out a picture of Shelly from his shirt pocket and walked over to Max.
"Do you believe in rebirth?" He asked her, holding out the picture.
Max shook her head as she turned to him and she saw the picture, "Is that Shelly?" He nodded. "She's pretty." Max commented.
Silence had envoloped the two, when Logan entered. He paused before speaking, glancing at the two, "Uh, I just received a call. Apparently another crime is being commited and I have to meet with someone to try to stop it." He hesitated, feeling uneasy, but the caller had sounded urgent, "You, um, wouldn't mind holding the fort down, would you Max?"
She smiled and walked over to Logan, "Just as long as you include me on this one." He looked at her startled. She never just jumped into a mission; he usually had to drag her into it.
"Ok." He didn't move, suspiciously eyeing the situation.
Max stopped and turned around, "Well, get going before the crime is commited." She broke him of his stare stupor and he excused himself and wheeled away.
Once Logan had left, Max led Eric to the living room to talk some more.
They didn't see anything wrong with sitting next to each other on the couch. Max had reached over and retrieved the picture of Shelly from his pocket.
"So, Logan was telling me that Shelly was your fiancee, when you were murdered." He nodded.
"Actually, that night, I had proposed to her."
Max stared sadly at the picture. She sighed disgustedly, "I can't believe that there's people out there that kill for the fun of it."
He shook his head sadly, "I don't know. Everytime I come close to redeeming myself, something goes wrong. That's why I'm still here."
They were dangerously close to each other again.
"I believe in rebirth." He stated. "I strongly believe that Shelly is reaching me through you."
She sat up and looked at him. He thinks I'm Shelly? It could explain this sudden attraction to him...despite the raging hormones. I do feel like I've known him.
She spoke, "It explains these feelings toward you." He returned the look to her. He felt relieved to have her believe what he thought.
She had straddled him, yet again. But instead of smothering him with passionate kisses, she outpoured a confession to him.
"I thought it was kinda strange, but this dream I had last night is now eating at me."
"What was it about?" He asked.
"That night, of your murder. I dreamt that I was there. Fighting for my life as you fought for yours. The crashing of the window was so clear to me. It was the first time I had ever awoke with sadness. I realized that I was crying...from missing you." She paused, then spoke again, "It was all so real."
Eric reached up, caressing her face, "Shh, it's ok. Dreams aren't meant to hurt."
She nuzzled up against him, and began to think, Maybe I am Shelly's messenger. She then got up and moved away from him, "Hey, how would you like a grand tour of this city?"
Eric looked up at her, "Shouldn't we wait for Logan to get back?"
She shrugged, "He knows I don't stick around long."
Eric got up and followed her to the door. When she opened it, Logan was on the other side, looking a bit flustered.
"Logan?" Max stated concerningly.
He wheeled in, "Big trouble Max."
Max glanced to Eric, then followed after Logan.
Logan realized this and continued, "My contact told me about this guy. Calls himself 'The Stork'." Logan wheeled to the computer and loaded a disk up.
Eric took a seat, but Max stood near Logan.
"Seems like this guy, visits hospitals, steals babies and then hands them over to the highest bidder."
"Stealing babies? Seems sick and twisted to do that and call yourself The Stork." Max stated disgustingly. She then got serious, "What's the mission?"
"Well, I have an address where a meeting between The Stork and his current employer will be held. Maybe you could trail this guy. See who he works for, or where he keeps the babies."
Logan handed Max the address and she put in into her pocket. "They're meeting in an hour, so you'd better go now." He told her.
"Right." She nodded to him, then turned to Eric, "Wanna come?"
Eric shrugged as Logan objected, "I don't think that's a good idea. This is risky business, Max."
Max made her priceless pouty face, "Aww, c'mon, Logan. It might be a little helpful to have a helping hand this time."
Logan looked at her and cringed in defeat. That face was so hard to resist. He was helpless against it. "Ok. But at the first sign of trouble, pull out."
Max nodded seriously at Logan, then left with Eric. Logan sighed and hoped she would be careful.
~~**++**~~
to be continued