A/N: Three stars (***) means beginning/end of a dream sequence. Two stars (**) mean transition to new scene inside of dream sequence.
Chapter Seventeen
***
"You're a thief?" Logan asked, still holding a gun at Max.
"Girls got to make a living." Max stated confidently.
"Thank God." He said with obvious relief.
"First time I've heard that one."
"I was expecting someone else."
"Guess it wasn't the pizza delivery guy."
"We're just a little tense right now." Logan glanced down and noticed what Max had been attempting to steal. "You have good taste. French, 1920's, a tribute to Chateaus."
"Whoever that is."
"Oh, so, what? You liked it 'cause it was shiny?" Logan asked imperiously.
"No, because it is the Egyptian goddess Baste, the goddess who comprehends all goddesses, eye of Ra, protector, avenger, destroyer…giver of life who lives forever." Max replied easily, as if talking to a five year old. When the security guard started to rise, Max continued. "I'd love to hang and discuss art, but I got to jet. By the way, I love your show."
Building security busted into the room, guns drawn. Max took off running, a blur of motion. She ran along the wall, crashing through the window and diving eighteen stories before landing on her feet in a graceful crouch. Glancing up, she briefly made eye contact with Logan before she ran of into the darkness.
**
Max stepped out of the shadows, the strains of classical music echoing around her. She carried the trail to her beautiful white dress in one hand as she weaved her way around until she spotted Logan sitting in his wheelchair in front of her. He was in a suit and tie, clean shaven, and staring up at her. "Dance with me." She said in a dreamy voice.
"I can't." Said the ever-serious Logan.
"Sure you can. Mind over matter."
"See my problem is I can't walk."
"I'm not asking you to walk." Max said flirtatiously. "Just dance."
Logan stood, the wheelchair pushing back. They moved into each other's arms as he asked. "Whose dream is this anyway? Your or mine?"
"Don't ask me." Max replied, staring into his deep blue eyes. They started to waltz, moving in wide sweeping circles.
"You okay?" Logan asked, holding her close, their eyes still locked.
"Yeah, I'm just a little dizzy."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No. Don't let go." Max said in a tiny voice.
"I wont." Logan reassured.
"Promise?"
"I promise." Logan said with a small smile. They moved forward, lips just as Max awoke, mumbling. "Don't leave me."
**
Max answered the phone for Logan as he stood in the kitchen, repairing the near dinner disaster. "Hello?"
"Max." A strained, but familiar voice echoed across the line.
"Zack?"
"I need you."
Logan stared at Max as she abruptly dropped the phone ad started out of the room, speaking as she grabbed her coat off the back of a chair. "He's hiding in the woods near Manticore. I have to get to him before they find him."
"No, those woods are going to be crawling with Lydecker's men." Logan protested, following her out into the front hallway.
"I'm going Logan. I owe it to him." Max said as she opened the door.
"Okay." He said as he slammed the door shut again. "Say you manage to make it past the sector checkpoint. Say you even manage to get to him. What makes you think you can slip through a Manticore dragnet to get back out?"
"We did it once before, and we were just kids then." Max tried to open the door again, but Logan pushed it shut again.
"What if it is a trap? What is Zack's been turned?"
"Zack turned?" Max spit. "You don't know him at all, do you?" Logan slammed the door for the third time as Max tried to leave.
"I am not letting you do this."
"Don't get me wrong, Logan. Nobody's gladder than me that you are back on your feet, but-reality check. I could still kick your ass."
**
"That is the music." Logan said surprised.
There was no way… Max thought. "From the car?" She asked.
Logan looked crestfallen as he agreed. "Right, from the car…"
Max took a deep breath as she spoke. "You know, about what happened…"
"After the car…" Logan supplied.
"I was real emotional with all that was going on." Max said nonchalantly.
"I know."
"It's not that…"
"Me either."
"I mean…"
"Exactly."
"So long as that is clear." Max said with an inkling of suspicion.
"I'm glad we talked about it." Logan replied amicably.
"Me too." Max said with some relief.
***
Max shot up in bed, shivering because she was covered in sweat and she had kicked her blanket to the floor. She stepped shakily out of bed, desperately needing to talk to Logan about these conflicting dreams. Why was he in a wheelchair in one, walking in the next, with a cane in some, and in the hospital in the last?
A/N #2: I had written this chapter before I had gotten lent tapes of a bunch of the episodes, so I was going off transcripts. If there is something wrong, just smile and nod.
Chapter Seventeen
***
"You're a thief?" Logan asked, still holding a gun at Max.
"Girls got to make a living." Max stated confidently.
"Thank God." He said with obvious relief.
"First time I've heard that one."
"I was expecting someone else."
"Guess it wasn't the pizza delivery guy."
"We're just a little tense right now." Logan glanced down and noticed what Max had been attempting to steal. "You have good taste. French, 1920's, a tribute to Chateaus."
"Whoever that is."
"Oh, so, what? You liked it 'cause it was shiny?" Logan asked imperiously.
"No, because it is the Egyptian goddess Baste, the goddess who comprehends all goddesses, eye of Ra, protector, avenger, destroyer…giver of life who lives forever." Max replied easily, as if talking to a five year old. When the security guard started to rise, Max continued. "I'd love to hang and discuss art, but I got to jet. By the way, I love your show."
Building security busted into the room, guns drawn. Max took off running, a blur of motion. She ran along the wall, crashing through the window and diving eighteen stories before landing on her feet in a graceful crouch. Glancing up, she briefly made eye contact with Logan before she ran of into the darkness.
**
Max stepped out of the shadows, the strains of classical music echoing around her. She carried the trail to her beautiful white dress in one hand as she weaved her way around until she spotted Logan sitting in his wheelchair in front of her. He was in a suit and tie, clean shaven, and staring up at her. "Dance with me." She said in a dreamy voice.
"I can't." Said the ever-serious Logan.
"Sure you can. Mind over matter."
"See my problem is I can't walk."
"I'm not asking you to walk." Max said flirtatiously. "Just dance."
Logan stood, the wheelchair pushing back. They moved into each other's arms as he asked. "Whose dream is this anyway? Your or mine?"
"Don't ask me." Max replied, staring into his deep blue eyes. They started to waltz, moving in wide sweeping circles.
"You okay?" Logan asked, holding her close, their eyes still locked.
"Yeah, I'm just a little dizzy."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No. Don't let go." Max said in a tiny voice.
"I wont." Logan reassured.
"Promise?"
"I promise." Logan said with a small smile. They moved forward, lips just as Max awoke, mumbling. "Don't leave me."
**
Max answered the phone for Logan as he stood in the kitchen, repairing the near dinner disaster. "Hello?"
"Max." A strained, but familiar voice echoed across the line.
"Zack?"
"I need you."
Logan stared at Max as she abruptly dropped the phone ad started out of the room, speaking as she grabbed her coat off the back of a chair. "He's hiding in the woods near Manticore. I have to get to him before they find him."
"No, those woods are going to be crawling with Lydecker's men." Logan protested, following her out into the front hallway.
"I'm going Logan. I owe it to him." Max said as she opened the door.
"Okay." He said as he slammed the door shut again. "Say you manage to make it past the sector checkpoint. Say you even manage to get to him. What makes you think you can slip through a Manticore dragnet to get back out?"
"We did it once before, and we were just kids then." Max tried to open the door again, but Logan pushed it shut again.
"What if it is a trap? What is Zack's been turned?"
"Zack turned?" Max spit. "You don't know him at all, do you?" Logan slammed the door for the third time as Max tried to leave.
"I am not letting you do this."
"Don't get me wrong, Logan. Nobody's gladder than me that you are back on your feet, but-reality check. I could still kick your ass."
**
"That is the music." Logan said surprised.
There was no way… Max thought. "From the car?" She asked.
Logan looked crestfallen as he agreed. "Right, from the car…"
Max took a deep breath as she spoke. "You know, about what happened…"
"After the car…" Logan supplied.
"I was real emotional with all that was going on." Max said nonchalantly.
"I know."
"It's not that…"
"Me either."
"I mean…"
"Exactly."
"So long as that is clear." Max said with an inkling of suspicion.
"I'm glad we talked about it." Logan replied amicably.
"Me too." Max said with some relief.
***
Max shot up in bed, shivering because she was covered in sweat and she had kicked her blanket to the floor. She stepped shakily out of bed, desperately needing to talk to Logan about these conflicting dreams. Why was he in a wheelchair in one, walking in the next, with a cane in some, and in the hospital in the last?
A/N #2: I had written this chapter before I had gotten lent tapes of a bunch of the episodes, so I was going off transcripts. If there is something wrong, just smile and nod.