Return to Me (6/8)
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See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
~*~
Logan dreamed.
He stood in an empty field. Why was it that all dreams occurred in a field? He
walked around a bit. There was nothing special about it; it was just an ordinary
field.
Why am I here? he wondered. Just then, he heard a noise behind him. He
spun around to see a young girl with short black hair regarding him warily.
"Hi," Logan said easily, trying not to scare the girl away. "What's your name?"
"Max," she said. Logan realized with a start that this was the same little girl he
had seen in the pictures that had been sent to him. He was looking at a
ten-year-old version of the woman he loved.
"You're Logan," the girl stated.
"How did you know that?"
The barest hint of a smile passed over her face. "I've always known," she told
him. Little Max stepped aside. Behind her was a small door. She opened it. On
the other side, there was nothing but the golden, waist-high grass that they
swam in now.
"That doesn't go anywhere," Logan pointed out.
"Of course it does. Come through."
"Can't you see? It's just grass."
"You have to walk through," Little Max insisted stubbornly."
"But I won't fit - it's too small."
Little Max held out one tiny, fragile hand. "Do you trust me?" she asked, dark
eyes wide with the innocence and vulnerability that his Max never showed.
"Always," he whispered, blinking back tears. This time, Little Max did smile. And
she pulled him through the door.
Like she promised, he did fit, and there was something else on the other side.
Wherever they were, it was dark., Logan blinked a few times, his eyes needing
time to adjust from the harsh, blinding sunlight of the field. It was then that he
realized that they were in *his* room. He glanced over at Little Max, still smiling
and clutching his hand.
Then something happened. Little Max grew and developed and morphed into
*his* Max right before Logan's very own eyes, which widened as the
transformation was complete. There she was, looking beautiful as ever, wearing
a dark red evening gown in place of Little Max's jeans and plaid shirt. She smiled
mysteriously, but did not utter a word just yet, instead, she raised her left hand
and snapped. Hundreds of candles burst into flames, illuminating the room.
With the same hand, she directed his attention to the bed.
There they were - Max and Logan. Their second selves were actively pursuing
the pleasure that one another's bodies offered them, as had the real Max and
Logan had been doing just minutes before.
"Looks like fun, doesn't it?" Max asked. When Logan didn't answer, she continued
talking anyway. "Now it's our turn." She took his hand as Little Max had done
and led him out the door. But instead of opening into the hallway as it was
supposed to, Logan found himself in a room identical to the one he had just left,
except that the bed was empty. Max sat down on the edge of it and
motioned for Logan to sit beside her.
The second he was down, she was back up, but indicated for him to stay where
he was. Before he could understand what was happening, Max had undone
the zipped of her dress, letting it drop to the floor. It pooled around her bare
feet, reminding Logan of a puddle of blood. His eyes followed the shapely curve
of her calf and thigh, and he realized that she had nothing on under the gown;
she was completely nude.
Max straddled Logan and began planting kisses all over his body. But as good
as it felt, he had to know what was happening. He tore his lips away from hers
and pushed her away.
"Max, what's going on?" he asked. She smiled down at him, the candlelight
casting an eerie glow on her skin.
"Just relax," she whispered. "We have all the time in the world."
A strange feeling of calmness overcame Logan. It was as if someone or
something had whispered in his ear that everything would be allright. Max
waved a hand as she had done with the candles, and they were both
undressed. Logan responded this time, crushing her to his chest and thrusting
into her as hard as he possibly could. Within minutes, they were almost there. So
close...
And there was a knock at the door. The dark room melted away and
disappeared, replaced by Max's brightly lit apartment. They were both
completely dressed now, and sitting on opposite sides of the room. Max rose
from her chair to answer to answer the door. Logan tried to stand and follow
her, but he couldn't. Looking down at his immobile legs in surprise, he saw that
he was in his wheelchair.
With no other choice, he wheeled over to the door and watched as Max
opened it to reveal Zack standing on the other side. He held out one hand to
her.
"Are you ready to go, baby sister?" he asked. With a nod, Max took his hand.
"No, Max! Don't leave me!" Logan cried. But it was in vain - Max couldn't hear
him. He screamed and screamed until his throat was raw, but Max simply stood,
holding hands with the man who called himself her brother. When Logan
stopped shouting, Zack looked directly at him.
"She belongs with me," he said. And Logan nodded, knowing deep down in his
heart that it was true. So the dream Max walked away with Zack, and the door
to Logan's apartment slammed closed. He wouldn't cry, he promised himself. He
just sat and glared at the closed door, while Valse Triste played somewhere in
the background.
Logan awoke next to his beloved, remembrance of his dream haunting him,
and he knew what he had to do.
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
~*~
Logan dreamed.
He stood in an empty field. Why was it that all dreams occurred in a field? He
walked around a bit. There was nothing special about it; it was just an ordinary
field.
Why am I here? he wondered. Just then, he heard a noise behind him. He
spun around to see a young girl with short black hair regarding him warily.
"Hi," Logan said easily, trying not to scare the girl away. "What's your name?"
"Max," she said. Logan realized with a start that this was the same little girl he
had seen in the pictures that had been sent to him. He was looking at a
ten-year-old version of the woman he loved.
"You're Logan," the girl stated.
"How did you know that?"
The barest hint of a smile passed over her face. "I've always known," she told
him. Little Max stepped aside. Behind her was a small door. She opened it. On
the other side, there was nothing but the golden, waist-high grass that they
swam in now.
"That doesn't go anywhere," Logan pointed out.
"Of course it does. Come through."
"Can't you see? It's just grass."
"You have to walk through," Little Max insisted stubbornly."
"But I won't fit - it's too small."
Little Max held out one tiny, fragile hand. "Do you trust me?" she asked, dark
eyes wide with the innocence and vulnerability that his Max never showed.
"Always," he whispered, blinking back tears. This time, Little Max did smile. And
she pulled him through the door.
Like she promised, he did fit, and there was something else on the other side.
Wherever they were, it was dark., Logan blinked a few times, his eyes needing
time to adjust from the harsh, blinding sunlight of the field. It was then that he
realized that they were in *his* room. He glanced over at Little Max, still smiling
and clutching his hand.
Then something happened. Little Max grew and developed and morphed into
*his* Max right before Logan's very own eyes, which widened as the
transformation was complete. There she was, looking beautiful as ever, wearing
a dark red evening gown in place of Little Max's jeans and plaid shirt. She smiled
mysteriously, but did not utter a word just yet, instead, she raised her left hand
and snapped. Hundreds of candles burst into flames, illuminating the room.
With the same hand, she directed his attention to the bed.
There they were - Max and Logan. Their second selves were actively pursuing
the pleasure that one another's bodies offered them, as had the real Max and
Logan had been doing just minutes before.
"Looks like fun, doesn't it?" Max asked. When Logan didn't answer, she continued
talking anyway. "Now it's our turn." She took his hand as Little Max had done
and led him out the door. But instead of opening into the hallway as it was
supposed to, Logan found himself in a room identical to the one he had just left,
except that the bed was empty. Max sat down on the edge of it and
motioned for Logan to sit beside her.
The second he was down, she was back up, but indicated for him to stay where
he was. Before he could understand what was happening, Max had undone
the zipped of her dress, letting it drop to the floor. It pooled around her bare
feet, reminding Logan of a puddle of blood. His eyes followed the shapely curve
of her calf and thigh, and he realized that she had nothing on under the gown;
she was completely nude.
Max straddled Logan and began planting kisses all over his body. But as good
as it felt, he had to know what was happening. He tore his lips away from hers
and pushed her away.
"Max, what's going on?" he asked. She smiled down at him, the candlelight
casting an eerie glow on her skin.
"Just relax," she whispered. "We have all the time in the world."
A strange feeling of calmness overcame Logan. It was as if someone or
something had whispered in his ear that everything would be allright. Max
waved a hand as she had done with the candles, and they were both
undressed. Logan responded this time, crushing her to his chest and thrusting
into her as hard as he possibly could. Within minutes, they were almost there. So
close...
And there was a knock at the door. The dark room melted away and
disappeared, replaced by Max's brightly lit apartment. They were both
completely dressed now, and sitting on opposite sides of the room. Max rose
from her chair to answer to answer the door. Logan tried to stand and follow
her, but he couldn't. Looking down at his immobile legs in surprise, he saw that
he was in his wheelchair.
With no other choice, he wheeled over to the door and watched as Max
opened it to reveal Zack standing on the other side. He held out one hand to
her.
"Are you ready to go, baby sister?" he asked. With a nod, Max took his hand.
"No, Max! Don't leave me!" Logan cried. But it was in vain - Max couldn't hear
him. He screamed and screamed until his throat was raw, but Max simply stood,
holding hands with the man who called himself her brother. When Logan
stopped shouting, Zack looked directly at him.
"She belongs with me," he said. And Logan nodded, knowing deep down in his
heart that it was true. So the dream Max walked away with Zack, and the door
to Logan's apartment slammed closed. He wouldn't cry, he promised himself. He
just sat and glared at the closed door, while Valse Triste played somewhere in
the background.
Logan awoke next to his beloved, remembrance of his dream haunting him,
and he knew what he had to do.