Disclaimer: Max, Logan, Kendra, Sketchy, Normal, Herbal, Bling, Zack and Lydecker aren't mine. Hannah, Aren, Laila, and Dane, Kirstin, Tricia, Sarah, and Maia are mine as are most of the other guests in the w_____g scene.
A/N: This was a twist I thought up. I was planning to stop after P5 but I ended up extending my ideas for P5 into 2 parts hence there was a P6. Somehow along the way though Hannah really grew on me and so I'm not ready to give her up yet. I spent a whole day of school zoned out trying to think up a way to keep her around and here it is… this will probably end up adding 3 more parts.
Summary: Ok... There's a wedding, or there would have been if someone hadn't come back... :)
P7
At Logan's in Seattle
Hannah dashed into the kitchen where Logan stood following her nose t o the stove where a newly made coffee cake sat.
"I smelled coffee cake!" She explained as Logan looked up at her. "Any coffee to go with the cake?"
"Would it be coffee cake if there weren't?" Logan questioned, in his fake serious voice that barely concealed his laughter.
"I'm taking that as a yes." Hannah said moving towards the other counter where the coffee pot sat.
Max wandered in a moment later in a dark red silk robe and shuffled over to the coffee cake. She took a piece and walked over to the table where Logan sat. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, but he turned at the last moment and their lips connected. Hannah giggled as Max pulled back.
"You did that on purpose." Max accused lightly.
"Of course, there was a beautiful woman in a robe who I could get to kiss me." He joked back.
"Oh well in that case." And Max leaned down and kissed him again, it wasn't a long kiss, it wasn't even open mouth. Max had laid a ground rule that she and Logan would never get really intimate in front of Hannah and Hannah kind of liked it, but it was still cute to see them play-love-fight as she called it.
Aren finally found his way into the kitchen as Hannah was finishing her coffee. Logan and Max had agreed to let him live with them, but Hannah had insisted that they not adopt Aren, after all you never knew. Max had understood but Logan was still clueless, men were naive. He didn't take any cake or coffee but he grabbed himself a protein bar from the box on top of the fridge.
"How can you eat those? They taste like dirt!" Hannah exclaimed, not really wanting to know but trying to find a good conversation starter.
"No they don't here have a bite." He held out the bar.
"Let's go out onto the balcony and I'll try it there." She replied, Max winked at her. Aren followed her out onto the balcony, the balcony that you couldn't see from the dining room. He held out the bar again.
"Seriously I want you to try it!" He pushed the bar farther towards her.
"You really want me to taste that thing?" She asked as though it were the worst thing in the world though she didn't really have anything against them.
"Yes." He answered.
"Well you'll have to dilute the flavor a bit." She announced.
"How do I do that?" He asked.
"Well there is one way I know. See you've been eating it, so you should taste like it."
"You're proposing eating me?" He asked joking.
"No more like this." And she leaned in and they kissed, she knew they should break it off before it became open mouth, but they ended up open mouth before she could stop it. Then she broke off, not too quickly though. "Hmm." She pretended to be trying hard to decide. "The bar wasn't bad... the kiss was great." And then she was back inside before he could reply she loved playing with him.
She found her way back to her bedroom where she changed from boxers and a tee into shorts and a tank. This summer was getting hotter and hotter, in more ways than one. After all in two days Logan and Max were getting married. Hannah was to be the flower girl and Aren the ring bearer, Cindy was the Maid of Honor, Kendra was a bridesmaid, Bling was the Best Man and Sketchy and Herbal were going to be the ushers. She had been back in Seattle for seven months and her and Max had tracked down all of Max's old friends. Even Normal, turns out he was married with a kid, a very ugly kid, but a kid nonetheless.
Hannah's door was flung open and Max bound in and landed on her bed.
"They'll be here in an hour. Do you want to go to the airport to meet them with Logan or do you want to come with me to the mall to pick out a new outfit?" She asked.
"Depends." Hannah replied simply.
"Depends are for old people." Max replied.
"Wrong Depends." Hannah replied again.
"Oh so they took my suggestion and started making them for babies too!" Max joked.
"Not quite. The other kind of depends." This time Hannah made sure that she said the 'd' lower case.
"Oh you mean it depends!" Max smacked her hand to her forehead as though she'd just had a huge revelation.
"Yes." Hannah replied.
"Depends on what?" Max asked.
"On whether or not I get an outfit too." She replied, Max threw a pillow at her.
"Of course you get an outfit too. And we really should look for shoes." Max told her looking down at the worn sandals that Hannah was wearing.
"Fine with me." Hannah told her. "I'll come with you to the mall."
"Good, I didn't want to wander the mall alone, after all I need someone to give me their opinion, the mannequins don't talk much." Max ducked out the doorway before Hannah could throw the pillow at her and her laughter floated back into the room. Yah, they were definitely more like friends than mother-daughter, but Hannah liked it that way.
Two Days Later @ A Small Church Outside Of The City
"Charming." Hannah breathed as they pulled up in the car.
Cindy climbed out and so did all the other girls and women. They had blinded Logan and Max had driven. That way the groom didn't see the bride before the wedding. Normally Max and Hannah didn't buy into any of that superstitious mumbo jumbo but as Cindy and Laila had pointed out, with their luck they didn't want to tempt fate.
Max dashed into the church and Hannah carefully carried her wedding dress in after her. The caretaker pointed them toward the room, which would serve as the Bride's dressing room. Cindy set about helping Max in to the dress and doing her hair while Hannah slipped into her dress. The bride's dress of course was pure white and the bridesmaids dresses were full length, no sleeve in a dark blue almost navy color. Hannah on the other hand was the flower girl. Her dress only went to mid-shin and it was a light periwinkle blue so that she would stand out. Her flower petals were pure white and dark blue and her basket was the same color as her dress. She loved the outfit.
Finally everything was ready and Hannah was taking her spot in line to walk down the aisle. First Kendra, then Cindy went. Hannah could feel her knees turn to jelly as she started down the aisle. She gently tossed the petals along the aisle, signifying how lovely the bride would be or something like that. She reached the front where Logan stood and turned to stand beside Kendra who had tears in her eyes.
She turned around and watched as Max walked towards the front slowly. It was weird to see her moving slowly, Max was always such a fast pace person. Her dress wasn't fancy, just elegant. Simple elegance, Max had stressed this when talking to the lady at the dress store. It was a full length gown that had a patterned lace cover over the tight fitting duller white material underneath it. Hannah and Max had both fallen in love with it as soon as they had seen it. There was a slit up to a little ways above the knee on the right and it showed off the perfect dark tan color of Max's skin. For a moment Hannah was struck by her beauty and then she was standing at the front and the ceremony started.
The ceremony went completely smoothly until the pastor asked if anyone knew a reason that they shouldn't become man and wife. Then trouble hit. A voice came from the back of the church, reverberating through the small space.
"I do." It said.
"What?" The pastor was automatically taken aback. He motioned for the person to finish speaking and suddenly a man stepped out of the shadows by the doorway. He looked familiar but she couldn't place him. Then she heard Max speak.
"Zack?"
"Dad?" Hannah breathed.
"Zack what are you doing here?" She asked shakily. "I thought you were dead!"
"Far from it." He answered. "But you'd probably like it better if I were. Huh Maxxy? It'd be so much easier if I were gone and out of your hair for good. That's what you're thinking isn't it? Well Lydecker didn't kill me. You saw me get shot, you didn't ever see me die. And now I'm back and you can't marry Logan, cause you're married to me!"
There was a large collective gasp that echoed through the crowd and then Max turned to Logan.
"Logan I didn't know. My god I'm so sorry Logan." But Logan pushed her away and then he turned and walked down the aisle toward the church's doors looking lost and dejected. He pushed past Zack and as Zack moved Hannah broke out of her trance and started to run after him. She shoved past Zack just as Logan reached the doors.
"Logan!" She shouted catching up to him. You can't go. You have to stay and fight it, fight him. You're my dad he's just my father." She pleaded he turned and looked at her and she felt for a moment as though he were trying to say goodbye, but his expression abruptly changed as he caught sight of her face. His face crumpled and he held out his arms inviting her in. She went to him and he hugged her to him.
"We'll fight it." He whispered into her ear and she mumbled a yes, pulling him closer.
A/N: This was a twist I thought up. I was planning to stop after P5 but I ended up extending my ideas for P5 into 2 parts hence there was a P6. Somehow along the way though Hannah really grew on me and so I'm not ready to give her up yet. I spent a whole day of school zoned out trying to think up a way to keep her around and here it is… this will probably end up adding 3 more parts.
Summary: Ok... There's a wedding, or there would have been if someone hadn't come back... :)
P7
At Logan's in Seattle
Hannah dashed into the kitchen where Logan stood following her nose t o the stove where a newly made coffee cake sat.
"I smelled coffee cake!" She explained as Logan looked up at her. "Any coffee to go with the cake?"
"Would it be coffee cake if there weren't?" Logan questioned, in his fake serious voice that barely concealed his laughter.
"I'm taking that as a yes." Hannah said moving towards the other counter where the coffee pot sat.
Max wandered in a moment later in a dark red silk robe and shuffled over to the coffee cake. She took a piece and walked over to the table where Logan sat. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, but he turned at the last moment and their lips connected. Hannah giggled as Max pulled back.
"You did that on purpose." Max accused lightly.
"Of course, there was a beautiful woman in a robe who I could get to kiss me." He joked back.
"Oh well in that case." And Max leaned down and kissed him again, it wasn't a long kiss, it wasn't even open mouth. Max had laid a ground rule that she and Logan would never get really intimate in front of Hannah and Hannah kind of liked it, but it was still cute to see them play-love-fight as she called it.
Aren finally found his way into the kitchen as Hannah was finishing her coffee. Logan and Max had agreed to let him live with them, but Hannah had insisted that they not adopt Aren, after all you never knew. Max had understood but Logan was still clueless, men were naive. He didn't take any cake or coffee but he grabbed himself a protein bar from the box on top of the fridge.
"How can you eat those? They taste like dirt!" Hannah exclaimed, not really wanting to know but trying to find a good conversation starter.
"No they don't here have a bite." He held out the bar.
"Let's go out onto the balcony and I'll try it there." She replied, Max winked at her. Aren followed her out onto the balcony, the balcony that you couldn't see from the dining room. He held out the bar again.
"Seriously I want you to try it!" He pushed the bar farther towards her.
"You really want me to taste that thing?" She asked as though it were the worst thing in the world though she didn't really have anything against them.
"Yes." He answered.
"Well you'll have to dilute the flavor a bit." She announced.
"How do I do that?" He asked.
"Well there is one way I know. See you've been eating it, so you should taste like it."
"You're proposing eating me?" He asked joking.
"No more like this." And she leaned in and they kissed, she knew they should break it off before it became open mouth, but they ended up open mouth before she could stop it. Then she broke off, not too quickly though. "Hmm." She pretended to be trying hard to decide. "The bar wasn't bad... the kiss was great." And then she was back inside before he could reply she loved playing with him.
She found her way back to her bedroom where she changed from boxers and a tee into shorts and a tank. This summer was getting hotter and hotter, in more ways than one. After all in two days Logan and Max were getting married. Hannah was to be the flower girl and Aren the ring bearer, Cindy was the Maid of Honor, Kendra was a bridesmaid, Bling was the Best Man and Sketchy and Herbal were going to be the ushers. She had been back in Seattle for seven months and her and Max had tracked down all of Max's old friends. Even Normal, turns out he was married with a kid, a very ugly kid, but a kid nonetheless.
Hannah's door was flung open and Max bound in and landed on her bed.
"They'll be here in an hour. Do you want to go to the airport to meet them with Logan or do you want to come with me to the mall to pick out a new outfit?" She asked.
"Depends." Hannah replied simply.
"Depends are for old people." Max replied.
"Wrong Depends." Hannah replied again.
"Oh so they took my suggestion and started making them for babies too!" Max joked.
"Not quite. The other kind of depends." This time Hannah made sure that she said the 'd' lower case.
"Oh you mean it depends!" Max smacked her hand to her forehead as though she'd just had a huge revelation.
"Yes." Hannah replied.
"Depends on what?" Max asked.
"On whether or not I get an outfit too." She replied, Max threw a pillow at her.
"Of course you get an outfit too. And we really should look for shoes." Max told her looking down at the worn sandals that Hannah was wearing.
"Fine with me." Hannah told her. "I'll come with you to the mall."
"Good, I didn't want to wander the mall alone, after all I need someone to give me their opinion, the mannequins don't talk much." Max ducked out the doorway before Hannah could throw the pillow at her and her laughter floated back into the room. Yah, they were definitely more like friends than mother-daughter, but Hannah liked it that way.
Two Days Later @ A Small Church Outside Of The City
"Charming." Hannah breathed as they pulled up in the car.
Cindy climbed out and so did all the other girls and women. They had blinded Logan and Max had driven. That way the groom didn't see the bride before the wedding. Normally Max and Hannah didn't buy into any of that superstitious mumbo jumbo but as Cindy and Laila had pointed out, with their luck they didn't want to tempt fate.
Max dashed into the church and Hannah carefully carried her wedding dress in after her. The caretaker pointed them toward the room, which would serve as the Bride's dressing room. Cindy set about helping Max in to the dress and doing her hair while Hannah slipped into her dress. The bride's dress of course was pure white and the bridesmaids dresses were full length, no sleeve in a dark blue almost navy color. Hannah on the other hand was the flower girl. Her dress only went to mid-shin and it was a light periwinkle blue so that she would stand out. Her flower petals were pure white and dark blue and her basket was the same color as her dress. She loved the outfit.
Finally everything was ready and Hannah was taking her spot in line to walk down the aisle. First Kendra, then Cindy went. Hannah could feel her knees turn to jelly as she started down the aisle. She gently tossed the petals along the aisle, signifying how lovely the bride would be or something like that. She reached the front where Logan stood and turned to stand beside Kendra who had tears in her eyes.
She turned around and watched as Max walked towards the front slowly. It was weird to see her moving slowly, Max was always such a fast pace person. Her dress wasn't fancy, just elegant. Simple elegance, Max had stressed this when talking to the lady at the dress store. It was a full length gown that had a patterned lace cover over the tight fitting duller white material underneath it. Hannah and Max had both fallen in love with it as soon as they had seen it. There was a slit up to a little ways above the knee on the right and it showed off the perfect dark tan color of Max's skin. For a moment Hannah was struck by her beauty and then she was standing at the front and the ceremony started.
The ceremony went completely smoothly until the pastor asked if anyone knew a reason that they shouldn't become man and wife. Then trouble hit. A voice came from the back of the church, reverberating through the small space.
"I do." It said.
"What?" The pastor was automatically taken aback. He motioned for the person to finish speaking and suddenly a man stepped out of the shadows by the doorway. He looked familiar but she couldn't place him. Then she heard Max speak.
"Zack?"
"Dad?" Hannah breathed.
"Zack what are you doing here?" She asked shakily. "I thought you were dead!"
"Far from it." He answered. "But you'd probably like it better if I were. Huh Maxxy? It'd be so much easier if I were gone and out of your hair for good. That's what you're thinking isn't it? Well Lydecker didn't kill me. You saw me get shot, you didn't ever see me die. And now I'm back and you can't marry Logan, cause you're married to me!"
There was a large collective gasp that echoed through the crowd and then Max turned to Logan.
"Logan I didn't know. My god I'm so sorry Logan." But Logan pushed her away and then he turned and walked down the aisle toward the church's doors looking lost and dejected. He pushed past Zack and as Zack moved Hannah broke out of her trance and started to run after him. She shoved past Zack just as Logan reached the doors.
"Logan!" She shouted catching up to him. You can't go. You have to stay and fight it, fight him. You're my dad he's just my father." She pleaded he turned and looked at her and she felt for a moment as though he were trying to say goodbye, but his expression abruptly changed as he caught sight of her face. His face crumpled and he held out his arms inviting her in. She went to him and he hugged her to him.
"We'll fight it." He whispered into her ear and she mumbled a yes, pulling him closer.