Title: Images From The Mind
Author: Lucy Mars
Rating: Bleh…I don't know. PG-13? Yeah, that's good.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel. The big boys at FOX do. So don't sue me unless you want a worn out lap top.
Author Note: This is a Max and Logan fic. So you Max/Zach people may not enjoy this. Logan can walk, he and Max are in a relationship and both Bling and Original Cindy know about Max and her secrets.
Chapter #2
Bling sat in Logan's apartment slightly pissed off. They had made plans to go jogging and that was half an hour ago. It wasn't like Logan to just forget their plans, or not return his calls. Tapping his foot impatiently he tried calling Logan's cell again, but all he got was his answering machine.
"Jesus Logan, where the hell are you?" Bling muttered pacing the spacious apartment, "Screw this," he said grabbing his bag and walking to the front door. Just as Bling approached the front door, it flew open. Jumping back, Original Cindy came barging in and Logan was hot on her tail.
"What the hell?" he yelled following the two. It wasn't till Bling really looked, did he notice what Logan was carrying in his arms. It was Max…and she was seizing, "Jesus Christ!"
Ignoring both Bling and Original Cindy, Logan ran past the two and into the bedroom. Gently placing Max on their bed, he turned to their night stand and violently pulled open the drawer. Their tucked safely in the back were needles and liquid Tryptophan. With shaky hands, he tried to fill the needle. Growling some colorful curses, he was about to scream when Original Cindy gently took the needle from his hands. He looked at her with surprise, but didn't object.
"Original Cindy knows what to do. So you sit down and let me do this for my boo."
Logan nodded and held Max's hand, as Bling held her down.
Logan watched as Original Cindy injected with precision and speed. Slowly, painful slow, Max stopped shaking. Letting out the breath that he had been unconsciously holding he finally looked up to Bling and Original Cindy.
"What do we do now?" Original Cindy asked looking at the two men, "What about her fever?"
"I don't know," Logan said truthfully, "I don't know."
Placing his large hand over Max's burning forehead, Bling looked at Logan and sighed, "We have to call a doctor."
"But," Original Cindy gasped, "we can't…"
"She's right Bling." Logan sighed looking at his frail Max, "That would be suicide for her."
"Than it's up to us," Bling said rolling up his sleeves, "We gotta bring down her fever ourselves."
"How?"
"Aspirin and ice."
"Original Cindy will get the aspirin," she said already halfway out the door when she turned back, "Logan … where do you keep your aspirin?"
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"Please!" Max screamed into the eerie silence. Pain, fear, madness ran through, her making her blood run cold. Falling to her knees, she gasped for breath, "No, please...NO!"
It was too much. All these emotions were flowing through her, scaring her. Sobbing helplessly, Max didn't know what to do. Where to go. There was nothing that she could do. She was alone…isolated, and yet she still felt all these emotions and images coursing through her. Driving her onto the brink of madness. Images of her childhood flashed before her eyes. Seeping into her, and torturing her.
She didn't want this. She never asked for this. Peace. It was all that she wanted. The only thing that she desired. It wouldn't stop. She couldn't will it to stop. Her room was dark and her soul felt empty. She was the only one here. The others were gone. Her eyes went from wall to wall, corner to corner, and she was alone. The four corners held shadows and demons of her past.
"They have their own lives Max." a voice from within her hissed, causing her to shiver from the inside out, "They've left you…Logan has left you."
Stumbling to her feet, Max ran and ran, but she wasn't getting anywhere. No matter how far she ran, or how fast she ran they were right there with her. In her.
"Go away!" Max screamed, but the sound never made it to the land of the living. The tremors and phantoms of her past dragged her into a deep world. A world far away and from long ago.
She was dreaming for Manticore.
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"She still running a fever," Bling sighed looking over at Logan, "We've got to try and bring it down."
Both men were ragged and worried. Max was never sick, and for her to fall so quickly and so deeply was not a good sign.
"What can we do?" Logan asked smoothing her hair away from her face. She was still hot to the touch and flushed. He had never felt so useless and scared, "What can we do?"
Replacing the cold towel on her forehead with another one, Original Cindy felt the tremors begin, "Damn!"
"What?" Logan asked frantically. Then he felt it. "Oh god…another seizure…"
Original Cindy began preparing another needle of Tryptophan, as Logan held her down and Bling cleaned her arm.
"How much Logan? I…Original Cindy doesn't know how much to use…"
"Ah…when did we last give it to her?" Logan asked trying to find a clock.
Grabbing Logan's wrist, Bling counted back, "Four hours. It was four hours ago."
"Okay…use 5 cc's."
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Six hours had passed and Max was still burning up. Original Cindy lay asleep in the living room, and Bling was in the kitchen making a late dinner.
Logan sat with Max, never leaving her side. Though she hadn't had another seizure, she still had a fierce fever.
Max was slipping in and out of consciousness. Mumbling, groaning and crying. He knew that she was dreaming of Manticore, and it ate away at him that there was nothing that he could possibly do to help.
"What can I do Max?" Logan whispered laying fresh towel filled with ice against her face, "I need you…I…I can't lose you."
Clutching her fiery hand against his cheek, he let his tears fall. Refreshing her scalding skin with his tears.
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"Go!……Faster!……Harder!"
Jumping, running, fighting…
Her feet frozen to the ground, Max found herself in the middle of her old training room. Children were strategically place around the room, all doing vigorous exercises. Drones in government gowns, and grim expressions. They were trained to kill, and they would. One day they would.
The children ran, jumped and fought. They fought against each other. They showed no mercy…in training they were all enemies. Brothers and sisters in combat. No holding back.
Suddenly a child began attacking her. A child with empty eyes, and mechanic moves. The child was fast and deadly, but Max held her ground. Blocking, but not striking back.
Tripping the child, Max watched as the government drone went straight to the ground. Landing with a loud thud on her back. The sound echoed through the entire room, and all eyes turned away from their tasks. Curiosity engulfing them all.
Max looked down at the child, and was dismayed to see herself. Those empty innocent eyes, reflecting her own. Coming to her knees, Max offered her hand…too herself.
Young Max suddenly changed. Her lips shifted upwards in a foreign expression. The void that was once her eyes, transformed into something else. The abandoned space suddenly filled with all the experiences that she would one day have. Some good, some bad…all hers.
The moment the hand of the past and the hand of the present became one, the future was formed. The two stood together, forever connected as one.
All of a sudden it began to rain. Cool, refreshing drops of rain.
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Did ya' like? Sorry if I was a little heavy on the symbolism! Please review if you liked it! Than I'll post the next chapter A.S.A.P! ;)
-Lucy