Title: Return To Me (1/8)
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Return To Me" on the subject
line.)
Subject: Dark Angel
Category: MLR, A
Rating: G
Summary: It had been over a year since she'd last seen him; over a year
since she'd left Seattle with Zack, Brynn, Tinga, and Jace.
Spoilers: BBWW
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: Max, Logan, ect are the property of James Cameron, Charles Eglee,
Cameron-Eglee Productions, and the Fox network. I don't own them. But I'd
like to own Logan - does that count?! They are used here without permission
(big surprise), so don't sue.
Author's Notes: Well, this first part was written in the course of forty-five minutes,
and I'm very proud of it. But the rest was only written because there was no
possible way I could leave it as a stand-alone. I'm not quite sure how well the
rest of it flows, but I have no beta, and I am very bad at judging my own work.
If anyone is interested in becoming (and, in turn, recieving) a beta, please let
me know. I'm happy to recieve reviews, and I try to respond to all of them that
I possibly can, so keep 'em coming. But for now, sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Secondary Author's Notes (written by a very tired, cranky Angelus at three a.m. on the day that the final chapter was written): I apologize that it took me this long, and I also apologize for any typos or consistency errors, but it's three am for Christ's sake!!!!!!!!
Dedication: To Eliana, who lives in Allentown, which is far from dreary and
nondescript. Thank you for being such a good friend, 'Lina. I hope to see you
up here this summer!
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"What find out at the airstrip last night?" "That when some girls don't eat
dinner, they get really cranky?" - Matt and Logan, "Out"
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It had been over a year since she'd last seen him; over a year since she'd
left Seattle with Zack, Brynn, Tinga, and Jace; over a year since the five of
them had settled in the dreary, nondescript Allentown, Pennsylvania.
She missed him more every day. They had contacted Jace's boyfriend, who
escaped from Manticore just as they had done to be with his beloved
girlfriend. Soon after, she had given birth to a son (and named it Max, as
promised). They had moved not too long ago. Then Jhondie found them, and
Tinga and Brynn left, and they were back to the original Three Musketeers:
Max, Zack, and Jhondie.
She should be happy. She tried to remind herself of that daily. After years
of searching, she finally had a family again; she had a place to call home,
and a place to belong.
But how could she be truly happy without the man she loved?
Yes, loved. She had known she had loved him since just before that first kiss
in front of his parents' cabin - since she realized that she might never see
those gorgeous, coffee-brown eyes again; never hear that deep, sexy voice.
She couldn't leave the others - not after she had just gotten them back.
But those eyes...that voice...
She would go quickly, quietly. They would never know until she was long gone.
Maybe even back in Seattle; back in his arms.
She left a note - a short little note that perfectly expressed everything she
felt. What few belongings she had were stuffed in a small red duffel bag.
Within half an hour she had pulled herself and her bike onto the back of a
truck bound for Seattle. The thick, acrid smoke from the exhaust pipe tickled
the inside of her nose, but she ignored it - because it was calm and quiet
and she could think.
She had left Seattle quickly, too, telling only Cindy and Kendra and Logan of
her plans. Cindy and Kendra had cried and hugged her repeatedly, and she had
marveled at how lucky she was to have friends like them; to have friends at
all.
Then, she had gone to say goodbye to Logan.
Logan hadn't shed a tear. He had completely understood what she had to do,
and had fully supported her decision - as always. It was his honest, caring
expression that had driven her to tears.
She didn't cry. Crying was weakness, they had told them. But it was allright to
show weakness in front of Logan. He
wouldn't punish her or think less of her.
He hadn't said anything; he had simply held her, and let her cry. He had
stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear that
everything would be allright.
And it was - everything was always right when she was with him.
Then Zack had honked the horn of the car, and it had been time to go. She
had kissed him gently on the cheek, silently thanking him for everything that
he had done for her, and had turned to go. But he had pulled her back, and
placed his mouth upon her. It wasn't a sad, passionate kiss, as their first
had been. Nor had it been teasing and playful, as their second; for this was
their third. Their second had been on New Year's, when they had simply leaned
in at the same time, and kissed; something like an old married couple would
do - short, yet satisfying.
But this kiss had been neither - it had been long and soft and sweet and
romantic. That had sent the tears streaming even faster.
He had squeezed her arms. "I'll miss you," he had said. She had nodded. And
this time, she had left for good.
Her fingers had been on the car door handle when she had felt someone
watching her from behind. She had spun around and looked up to see him
smiling sadly down at her from the window of his top-floor apartment.
"I'll miss you, too," she had shouted. He had nodded back.
And then she had turned her back on him. She had climbed in the car with her
brother and her sisters. And they had driven away.
And she hadn't looked back.
Now, she couldn't believe that she's ever even considered leaving him in the
first place. She could still see him in front of her - his spiky, dirty-blond
hair; that adorable, ever-present stubble on his chin. She could smell him -
his lemon shampoo, and a hundred different spices from all his time spent in
the kitchen. And though it had been a long time, she could still remember how
he had tasted - like breakfast cereal mingled with her own salty tears.
She missed him more every day.
She didn't sleep. But with thoughts and feelings and emotions running through
her mind, sleep was the only solace for her tired, addled brain. She was
happy; she was excited; she was nervous; she was scared. But right then and
there, she was, above all, tired.
And Max drifted off with a smile on her face and one word on her lips; the
word that meant more to her than anything else in the world:
"Logan..."
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Questions? Comments? Praise? Flames? Constructive criticism? Logan clones?
angelus1317@hotmail.com
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Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Return To Me" on the subject
line.)
Subject: Dark Angel
Category: MLR, A
Rating: G
Summary: It had been over a year since she'd last seen him; over a year
since she'd left Seattle with Zack, Brynn, Tinga, and Jace.
Spoilers: BBWW
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: Max, Logan, ect are the property of James Cameron, Charles Eglee,
Cameron-Eglee Productions, and the Fox network. I don't own them. But I'd
like to own Logan - does that count?! They are used here without permission
(big surprise), so don't sue.
Author's Notes: Well, this first part was written in the course of forty-five minutes,
and I'm very proud of it. But the rest was only written because there was no
possible way I could leave it as a stand-alone. I'm not quite sure how well the
rest of it flows, but I have no beta, and I am very bad at judging my own work.
If anyone is interested in becoming (and, in turn, recieving) a beta, please let
me know. I'm happy to recieve reviews, and I try to respond to all of them that
I possibly can, so keep 'em coming. But for now, sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Secondary Author's Notes (written by a very tired, cranky Angelus at three a.m. on the day that the final chapter was written): I apologize that it took me this long, and I also apologize for any typos or consistency errors, but it's three am for Christ's sake!!!!!!!!
Dedication: To Eliana, who lives in Allentown, which is far from dreary and
nondescript. Thank you for being such a good friend, 'Lina. I hope to see you
up here this summer!
******************************************************************************
"What find out at the airstrip last night?" "That when some girls don't eat
dinner, they get really cranky?" - Matt and Logan, "Out"
******************************************************************************
It had been over a year since she'd last seen him; over a year since she'd
left Seattle with Zack, Brynn, Tinga, and Jace; over a year since the five of
them had settled in the dreary, nondescript Allentown, Pennsylvania.
She missed him more every day. They had contacted Jace's boyfriend, who
escaped from Manticore just as they had done to be with his beloved
girlfriend. Soon after, she had given birth to a son (and named it Max, as
promised). They had moved not too long ago. Then Jhondie found them, and
Tinga and Brynn left, and they were back to the original Three Musketeers:
Max, Zack, and Jhondie.
She should be happy. She tried to remind herself of that daily. After years
of searching, she finally had a family again; she had a place to call home,
and a place to belong.
But how could she be truly happy without the man she loved?
Yes, loved. She had known she had loved him since just before that first kiss
in front of his parents' cabin - since she realized that she might never see
those gorgeous, coffee-brown eyes again; never hear that deep, sexy voice.
She couldn't leave the others - not after she had just gotten them back.
But those eyes...that voice...
She would go quickly, quietly. They would never know until she was long gone.
Maybe even back in Seattle; back in his arms.
She left a note - a short little note that perfectly expressed everything she
felt. What few belongings she had were stuffed in a small red duffel bag.
Within half an hour she had pulled herself and her bike onto the back of a
truck bound for Seattle. The thick, acrid smoke from the exhaust pipe tickled
the inside of her nose, but she ignored it - because it was calm and quiet
and she could think.
She had left Seattle quickly, too, telling only Cindy and Kendra and Logan of
her plans. Cindy and Kendra had cried and hugged her repeatedly, and she had
marveled at how lucky she was to have friends like them; to have friends at
all.
Then, she had gone to say goodbye to Logan.
Logan hadn't shed a tear. He had completely understood what she had to do,
and had fully supported her decision - as always. It was his honest, caring
expression that had driven her to tears.
She didn't cry. Crying was weakness, they had told them. But it was allright to
show weakness in front of Logan. He
wouldn't punish her or think less of her.
He hadn't said anything; he had simply held her, and let her cry. He had
stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead, and whispered in her ear that
everything would be allright.
And it was - everything was always right when she was with him.
Then Zack had honked the horn of the car, and it had been time to go. She
had kissed him gently on the cheek, silently thanking him for everything that
he had done for her, and had turned to go. But he had pulled her back, and
placed his mouth upon her. It wasn't a sad, passionate kiss, as their first
had been. Nor had it been teasing and playful, as their second; for this was
their third. Their second had been on New Year's, when they had simply leaned
in at the same time, and kissed; something like an old married couple would
do - short, yet satisfying.
But this kiss had been neither - it had been long and soft and sweet and
romantic. That had sent the tears streaming even faster.
He had squeezed her arms. "I'll miss you," he had said. She had nodded. And
this time, she had left for good.
Her fingers had been on the car door handle when she had felt someone
watching her from behind. She had spun around and looked up to see him
smiling sadly down at her from the window of his top-floor apartment.
"I'll miss you, too," she had shouted. He had nodded back.
And then she had turned her back on him. She had climbed in the car with her
brother and her sisters. And they had driven away.
And she hadn't looked back.
Now, she couldn't believe that she's ever even considered leaving him in the
first place. She could still see him in front of her - his spiky, dirty-blond
hair; that adorable, ever-present stubble on his chin. She could smell him -
his lemon shampoo, and a hundred different spices from all his time spent in
the kitchen. And though it had been a long time, she could still remember how
he had tasted - like breakfast cereal mingled with her own salty tears.
She missed him more every day.
She didn't sleep. But with thoughts and feelings and emotions running through
her mind, sleep was the only solace for her tired, addled brain. She was
happy; she was excited; she was nervous; she was scared. But right then and
there, she was, above all, tired.
And Max drifted off with a smile on her face and one word on her lips; the
word that meant more to her than anything else in the world:
"Logan..."
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Questions? Comments? Praise? Flames? Constructive criticism? Logan clones?
angelus1317@hotmail.com
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