Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Fox and producers own all rights...bla-bla-woof-woof
Tris however is mine so if you want to borrow, ask.
A/n: Thanx everybody who gave me a review it means a lot to me and the time between chapters. Hint, hint. So kudos to H.M. Mavrik, Gurgosh the immortal, bumblebee (a best friend of mine), Alexz Recoro, lily that's not my real name (it's okay I get the whole screen name thing he he), marie, a reader, Original Max A, X5fan, N_Bgirl, amberthistle, MB, darkangel, kristy, sky, sam, ice princess, Missy Kay and anyone else who I've missed because they reviewed after I have submitted this chapter. (I'll get you at the beginning of chapter 3 though :) I was so excited to get such a big response to my first fic :) (just try and wipe this smile off my face)
Now one with the story:
Lemon zest
A sweet caress
A timeless gift
A whispered word
A soul mourns
Love that takes its winsome time.
An Angel's watching over you.
Logan took advantage of his time alone to write a poem about his bottled emotions concerning Max and her not being with him.
//This is good. No, this is bad. It would be good if Max liked it. How come I can only think such short, simple thoughts since Max isn't here with me? It's probably because I shut off part of my brain, the part with reason and theories and...everything except for the daily activities of a normal person. //
Logan walks over to the kitchen leaving him notebook face open, revealing his poem.
//And the ability to focus. Focus on the mission. Get back to the computer! Must not think. Thinking leads to feelings and feelings leads to pain and pain leads to weakness. And I must not be weak I must be strong for Max. //
Flash back:
"If you wish upon a star, your wishes will always come true my dear Logan. For stars are protected, by a blanket of love and through that love they give back to all the people on earth," the warm voice of his nanny cooed.
"Thank-you Amelia, for that wonderful story. I will remember it forever and ever,"a 5 year old Logan answers.
"Well it's time for you to get to bed young one"
"Oh, do I have to?!"
"Yes, as sure as the America will always be the richest nation in the world your mother will always want her 5 year old son in bed at 8," stated a smiling Amelia.
Little Logan climbed under his covers and Amelia tucked him in.
As she was about to flick off the light switch she said in a hushed tone "Logan don't be afraid to wish, money won't bring you everything."
Two ocean blue eyes closed and drifted to sleep, utter no response to a kind hearts advice.
End flash back
Those same eyes, now many years later were stung with tiny droplets of salt water finally given in to what had been coming for almost a week.
Knock-knock
//There was someone at the door. Who could it be? Lydecker was with Krit and Jondy, getting some supplies they would need when they attacked Manticore. Bling was supposed to be at the gym doing some weight training. Unless it was someone who wants me dead...better get my gun. //
He wiped his tears and went to his office and pulled out his loaded shotgun, the same one he attempted to take his own life with.
He walked over to the door and listened.
//I can't hear anything, not a single sound. Whoever it is must be very well trained. It couldn't be anyone working for the government or anyone out for eyes only they would have blown down the door by now. Max maybe it's Max! No wait, she would have picked the lock or came through the skylight...unless she wanted to surprise me by using the door, that's a thought. Oh well here goes nothing. //
He opened the door with shotgun raised and loaded.
Before he could say "What the?!"
A 14 year-old girl bearing a slight resemblance to Max had kicked the gun out of his hand, twisted his arms around to his back and had him pinned against the wall.
He knew better than to ask questions right now.
//She is dressed in military clothes. Manticore! Oh my god...She's from Manticore! She found out about me from Max and I'm being kidnapped and taken to Manticore! Oh no//
"Okay this is how it is gonna be for the next 1.25 minutes, I will talk and you will not, understand?" a cool voice cut through the air.
"Yes," a somewhat terrified Logan tried to search the young teen's eyes for some sort of clue to what was going on.
//She isn't going to kill me, I can tell that much. She is somewhat unsure of what I am going to say or do...there is a sliver, a very small sliver of fear in hear eyes one that only few would be able to see. //
"My name is Tris. I am a friend of Max. She has sent me to give you a message and help you break her out. I am an X7. She told me that I would be of use to you. Manticore is on the hunt for me and I need no one but you to know who I really am. The security footage of right now needs to be destroyed as soon as possible. Do you understand?"
"No! What?! How do I know that Max sent you and your not just part of some sort of plan Manticore has to capture me?"
"Somebody's angel." The stranger known as Tris replied and her eyes locked straight with his to show him she wasn't lying.
"Wow!"
//So she is for real, what am I going to do about her. She could totally help save Max but who to tell and who to not? Lydecker must not know about her because he didn't mention anything and he didn't even know about the X6's. //
//Wow. I wonder what he will say now. He won't turn me out on the street, I hope. Max said he was eyes-only. Eyes-only won't turn someone who has Manticore after them out on the street would he. I just hope that he is as Max said he was. I don't want to have to go back to Manticore. No, not back to Manticore. //
"Please don't send me back to Manticore," a desperate whisper spoke.
//She looks like she is going to cry. I could never send her back there. There is something about her, beneath the soldier that is very innocent and caring. //
"Of course not, nobody should be at Manticore." Said Logan in a firm yet caring voice.
"Thank-you,"
"I'll go put some tea on," Logan said after noticing how could the girl must be wearing only a military suit on a cold Seattle day.
"Thank-you"
"And we can talk about how max got talking to you,"
"And how she is," Logan added with an edge of worry.
He turned to go to the kitchen to make the tea and some soup.
"She fine Logan...for know"
Logan let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
"I'll be back in a minute," Logan said with a smile.
//This might turn out better than I thought. He really is as nice as Max said he was. //
A/n: Thanx for reading my story :) I write for you guys and because I love it so tell me what you think in a review. I love reading reviews. Reviews are so cool. Okay you get the idea anyway, expect chapter 3 on Saturday. I don't know how it's going to go quite yet but we will definitely get to know Tris better. And BIG EXCITING THINGS WILL HAPPEN! He he :)
Disclaimer: Fox and producers own all rights...bla-bla-woof-woof
Tris however is mine so if you want to borrow, ask.
A/n: Thanx everybody who gave me a review it means a lot to me and the time between chapters. Hint, hint. So kudos to H.M. Mavrik, Gurgosh the immortal, bumblebee (a best friend of mine), Alexz Recoro, lily that's not my real name (it's okay I get the whole screen name thing he he), marie, a reader, Original Max A, X5fan, N_Bgirl, amberthistle, MB, darkangel, kristy, sky, sam, ice princess, Missy Kay and anyone else who I've missed because they reviewed after I have submitted this chapter. (I'll get you at the beginning of chapter 3 though :) I was so excited to get such a big response to my first fic :) (just try and wipe this smile off my face)
Now one with the story:
Lemon zest
A sweet caress
A timeless gift
A whispered word
A soul mourns
Love that takes its winsome time.
An Angel's watching over you.
Logan took advantage of his time alone to write a poem about his bottled emotions concerning Max and her not being with him.
//This is good. No, this is bad. It would be good if Max liked it. How come I can only think such short, simple thoughts since Max isn't here with me? It's probably because I shut off part of my brain, the part with reason and theories and...everything except for the daily activities of a normal person. //
Logan walks over to the kitchen leaving him notebook face open, revealing his poem.
//And the ability to focus. Focus on the mission. Get back to the computer! Must not think. Thinking leads to feelings and feelings leads to pain and pain leads to weakness. And I must not be weak I must be strong for Max. //
Flash back:
"If you wish upon a star, your wishes will always come true my dear Logan. For stars are protected, by a blanket of love and through that love they give back to all the people on earth," the warm voice of his nanny cooed.
"Thank-you Amelia, for that wonderful story. I will remember it forever and ever,"a 5 year old Logan answers.
"Well it's time for you to get to bed young one"
"Oh, do I have to?!"
"Yes, as sure as the America will always be the richest nation in the world your mother will always want her 5 year old son in bed at 8," stated a smiling Amelia.
Little Logan climbed under his covers and Amelia tucked him in.
As she was about to flick off the light switch she said in a hushed tone "Logan don't be afraid to wish, money won't bring you everything."
Two ocean blue eyes closed and drifted to sleep, utter no response to a kind hearts advice.
End flash back
Those same eyes, now many years later were stung with tiny droplets of salt water finally given in to what had been coming for almost a week.
Knock-knock
//There was someone at the door. Who could it be? Lydecker was with Krit and Jondy, getting some supplies they would need when they attacked Manticore. Bling was supposed to be at the gym doing some weight training. Unless it was someone who wants me dead...better get my gun. //
He wiped his tears and went to his office and pulled out his loaded shotgun, the same one he attempted to take his own life with.
He walked over to the door and listened.
//I can't hear anything, not a single sound. Whoever it is must be very well trained. It couldn't be anyone working for the government or anyone out for eyes only they would have blown down the door by now. Max maybe it's Max! No wait, she would have picked the lock or came through the skylight...unless she wanted to surprise me by using the door, that's a thought. Oh well here goes nothing. //
He opened the door with shotgun raised and loaded.
Before he could say "What the?!"
A 14 year-old girl bearing a slight resemblance to Max had kicked the gun out of his hand, twisted his arms around to his back and had him pinned against the wall.
He knew better than to ask questions right now.
//She is dressed in military clothes. Manticore! Oh my god...She's from Manticore! She found out about me from Max and I'm being kidnapped and taken to Manticore! Oh no//
"Okay this is how it is gonna be for the next 1.25 minutes, I will talk and you will not, understand?" a cool voice cut through the air.
"Yes," a somewhat terrified Logan tried to search the young teen's eyes for some sort of clue to what was going on.
//She isn't going to kill me, I can tell that much. She is somewhat unsure of what I am going to say or do...there is a sliver, a very small sliver of fear in hear eyes one that only few would be able to see. //
"My name is Tris. I am a friend of Max. She has sent me to give you a message and help you break her out. I am an X7. She told me that I would be of use to you. Manticore is on the hunt for me and I need no one but you to know who I really am. The security footage of right now needs to be destroyed as soon as possible. Do you understand?"
"No! What?! How do I know that Max sent you and your not just part of some sort of plan Manticore has to capture me?"
"Somebody's angel." The stranger known as Tris replied and her eyes locked straight with his to show him she wasn't lying.
"Wow!"
//So she is for real, what am I going to do about her. She could totally help save Max but who to tell and who to not? Lydecker must not know about her because he didn't mention anything and he didn't even know about the X6's. //
//Wow. I wonder what he will say now. He won't turn me out on the street, I hope. Max said he was eyes-only. Eyes-only won't turn someone who has Manticore after them out on the street would he. I just hope that he is as Max said he was. I don't want to have to go back to Manticore. No, not back to Manticore. //
"Please don't send me back to Manticore," a desperate whisper spoke.
//She looks like she is going to cry. I could never send her back there. There is something about her, beneath the soldier that is very innocent and caring. //
"Of course not, nobody should be at Manticore." Said Logan in a firm yet caring voice.
"Thank-you,"
"I'll go put some tea on," Logan said after noticing how could the girl must be wearing only a military suit on a cold Seattle day.
"Thank-you"
"And we can talk about how max got talking to you,"
"And how she is," Logan added with an edge of worry.
He turned to go to the kitchen to make the tea and some soup.
"She fine Logan...for know"
Logan let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
"I'll be back in a minute," Logan said with a smile.
//This might turn out better than I thought. He really is as nice as Max said he was. //
A/n: Thanx for reading my story :) I write for you guys and because I love it so tell me what you think in a review. I love reading reviews. Reviews are so cool. Okay you get the idea anyway, expect chapter 3 on Saturday. I don't know how it's going to go quite yet but we will definitely get to know Tris better. And BIG EXCITING THINGS WILL HAPPEN! He he :)