If the Walls Could Talk

White.
That was the color of peace, innocence, and the color of the paint on the blank wall she was staring at. Frozen. She was frozen in this frame of time. Her thoughts ran circles in her mind. Wonderment.
White.
The color of hell. She remembered those lights, harsh and glaring. Remembered the eyes that stared at her inquisitively, poking and prodding with cold objects. She was a guinea pig in a white cage with no doors or windows. Not even walls. Just neverending white nothingness. It was always so cold. She was always so cold. She wondered if she would always be cold even though she had escaped from that world. For a while she had thought she would be. An eternal ice princess, frozen. Then she met him. Ah yes, him. Logan. Mr. Eyes Only, the last crusader for a lost cause. The knight in shining armor. She smiled.
"Max?" The soft voice startled her from her thoughts.
Max stood up and walked through the ragged, brown cloth that separated her poor excuse for a "room" from the rest of the "apartment". It was more of a ratcage, and they were the rats. But he was in their ratcage. Seated in his wheelchair, he still looked as charming as when they first met. He had such poise, such charisma. She loved him. He tilted his head and smiled when he saw her walking his way. That coy, little Semi-Mona Lisa smile. Shaking off her thoughts, she crossed her arms and looked at him. No time to be sappy.
"What are you doing here?"
"You sound real happy to see me." Logan smirked.
"Yeah, absolutely estatic," She paused. "So what big event brings you to this dump I call my apartment? Did I forget someone's birthday? Some terrorists decided to blow up some big buildings and you need me to stop them? Decided to make a booty call?"
The last remark won her the "look". He raised an eyebrow at her, then semi-frowned, as if perplexed and in deep thought.
"Actually, I'm wondering if you'd like to come with me to this charity banquet."
"Free food, a chance to get all dolled up and pretend to be rich? Wouldn't miss it for the world," Max raised her eyebrows and bit her lip. "What's the catch?"
Again, her last remark won her the "look". Logan once again raised an eyebrow and knit his eyebrows together in a frown. He looked absolutely confused.
"What catch?"
"There's always a catch. Either there are gonna be some big bad guys whose asses you want me to kick that are gonna be attending this banquet, or it's one of those banquets that are sabotogued for disaster and you want me to kiss its boo-boos and make it all better." Max suddenly realized how bitter she sounded when she saw the look on Logan's face fall.
"There...really..is..no...catch, Max." Logan said softly after a moment of awkward silence.
"Oh," Max paused, then smiled and walked over to his wheelchair. "Let's go buy you a pretty new dress for this banquet, Logan."
Logan looked up at her and smiled. "Sure."