Disclaimer- All these characters belong to James
Cameron and so on and so forth. (I wish Michael Weatherly belonged to me,
LoL) If you sue me, I hope you accept
noodles as payment.
A/N- Please don't flame me, I'm just a Chinese
Girl trying to make it in this cruel world. No really though, I am trying my
best to make my stories work. Read through before you judge, and PLEASE REVIEW.
P.S. I was listening to sad
music when I wrote this. I don't think any of you listen to Chinese music, so
the one American song I listened to will writing this was the full version of
the Charmed Theme Song. It fits the mood around the mid-part of the story.
Max rode into the Jam Pony entrance, if you could call it
an entrance, and stopped in front of Normal's workspace. "Is it signed?" asked
Normal, glancing at the clipboard, not at Max.
"I dunno, why don't you look at the bottom, on the little
line labeled 'Signature'?" Max quipped, painfully aware of a seizure about to
act up in the middle of work.
Normal looked up at Max and raised an eyebrow at her
attitude, which was, even for Max, a little less witty today. He threw a
package at her, "Last run for you today, down in the fourth sector, move it. "
Max just glared at him. "Go on, bip bip bip! I've got a business to run!"
Normal turned away, reading the signature to himself. "Dr. Dre…"
As Max started out of Jam Pony again, Original Cindy
stopped her. "Hey Boo, what's shakin'?"
"Nothing, but Normal is really getting on my nerves
today. He gave me a package for the fourth sector!" Max said angrily. Before OC
could reply, Max fell forward and dropped the package, an action that was
rewarded by Normal's angry shouts.
"Hey Max, what's wrong? You havin' one of those seizures
again?" OC questioned, concerned with her friend's sudden clumsiness.
Max started shaking mildly, "Yeah, I'm having one of
those days. I hate this! Dammit!" Original Cindy helped Max stand up and picked
up her dropped package.
Normal made his way over to the two, thinking they were
chatting instead of working. "Come on people! You are both on the verge of
being fi…" Normal stopped yelling when he saw how Max was shaking. "What's
wrong with her?" he asked Original Cindy.
"Nothing Normal, just leave us alone," OC snapped at him.
As Normal backed off, muttering to himself about irresponsible employees and
druggie women, Original Cindy shouted after him, "Wait! Can my Boo have the
rest of the day off? She ain't feeling to hot right now."
Normal pondered over the situation, and, being the ass
that he is, said, "She delivers the package I gave her, and then she can go
with the rest of you, at the normal time." Original Cindy started to protest
when Normal turned away to shout at Sketchy for spilling his coffee (which
wasn't coffee at all, actually, it was beer) all over the floor.
Original Cindy took Max gently by the waist and led her
to the bench by her locker. Max was shaking badly by then. "My Tripto…I need my
medicine, hurry, please!" Max stuttered unsurely. Original Cindy grabbed the
bottle of medication Max had in her bag, handed it to Max, and ran to the
payphone.
"Yeah, Operator, put me through to Logan Cale, will ya?
Hurry up, it's an emergency!" OC said into the phone. She needed Logan to come
get Max, she had to finish work, and Normal was not going to let the both of
them out. She could hear Logan's line ringing, and then he picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Logan, it's me Original Cindy."
Logan sat up in his seat, worried all of a sudden.
Original Cindy never called him by his real name, never. "Where's Max, what's
wrong with her? Is she OK?"
Original Cindy would have laughed at his overprotective
concern if the situation hadn't been scaring the hell out of her. "Logan,
relax, Max is having a seizure, and I can't take her home. She's really shaking
badly, and I don't know if the meds are going to help. Can you pick her up,
please?"
Logan was already throwing on a jacket, and practically
out the door, "I'll be right there, you're at work, right? Good, wait for me,
Cindy, if you can." With that he hung up and ran down to his car.
Normal had to pick right when Original Cindy hung up to
give her a package. "If you're not to busy feigning illness', could you make
time in your busy schedule to deliver this," Normal demanded, sarcasm dripping
in his voice, "Now. I want to leave right now, I want to see you ride out of
the door with the package right this second."
Original Cindy gave Normal the dirtiest look she could
manage, "Normal, if there is a God, you ain't gonna ever see him where you're going."
Normal glared at her while she sighed and instinctively looked back at Max's
locker. Normal followed her gaze.
"I'll take care of our 'sick' Max, you just go deliver
that package. Bip bip bip!"
"Normal, when Max left a wedding and I left Crash just to
save your sorry ass from an art thief, you promised me no more 'bip bip's', did
you not?" Cindy asked Normal.
"What can I say, I'm a liar, now move it, or you're
fired!" Normal spat out at OC. Original Cindy sighed and ran back to Max's
locker. Normal watched her go into the locker area, and come back out. Original
Cindy grabbed the package angrily from Normal's hands, and got on her bike to
ride out.
Normal went into Max's locker space to find her lying
down on the bench, shaking badly. She was unconscious, but she looked like she
could still feel some sort of pain coursing through her body. Normal was
instantly guilty that he had thought she was faking. Now he knew why Original
Cindy had been so concerned. He had wondered who she been calling, and it must
have been someone to pick up Max. Normal let out a loud whoosh of air, and
turned to leave, his hands guiding his way.
Normal was about to exit the locker area, when he noticed
that Max was clutching something in her left hand, which was settled on her
stomach. Normal went back to her and peered closely. It was a bottle of some
medicine; he couldn't quite see the name. He ground his jaw, and said to
himself, "Drugs are not allowed in Jam Pony." But then again, he thought, she
was sick. Of course, she knows the rules, and she must have had them this
morning, when she wasn't sick. "I guess I'll finally have to fire her."
At that moment, Logan pulled up to Jam Pony and ran
inside, shouting, "Max, Max!?"
Normal stepped out from Max's locker space and spoke to
Logan, "She's right in there. Wait, before you go in, I want to talk to you or
Cindy, whichever one knows about that medicine she's carrying around with her."
Logan stared at him, then said, "I'm sorry, Max has
a…condition, she needs that Triptophen to help with her seizures." Normal
opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Logan asked impatiently,
"Listen, could you tell me where she is? I really need to take her hom…I mean,
to her place."
Normal sighed and gestured towards her locker. Logan ran
off, and soon came out with Max in his arms and her bag on his shoulder. "Wish
I had enough money to get a girl like that," Normal muttered. Giving himself a
mental slap, he thought, what the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn't be
thinking about my employee like that. Normal groaned inwardly. Then
again, she is beautiful, there's no denying that. But I shouldn't do this to
myself. It's not like I'm ever going to meet someone like her. Or anyone.
Normal really did slap himself this time, earning him the
stares of Sketchy and Herbal, who just came in with their "signed" delivery
sheets. "What are you looking at? Go home, get out of here, go get drunk, go
get high, whatever you do after work. Bip bip bip!" Normal shouted at the two,
who shrugged and left Jam Pony with a few other Jam Pony employees. "Come on
people, give me your sheets tomorrow if you have a package, go on home, I'm
closing up now. Move it!" Normal glared
the last few stragglers out the door, and then went around, picking up some
stuff that was lying all over the floor. When he was done cleaning up and
filling out forms, he went to check the locker areas for crap someone probably
left.
In Original Cindy's and Max's locker space, he saw Max's
medicine lying on the floor. Normal sighed and bent to pick it up. Then he
remembered, he wanted to check this stuff out, make sure it wasn't anything you
could get high on. He grabbed the medicine and finished his rounds. Then he
turned out the lights and locked everything up, and left for his home.
While walking home, Normal was trying to read the label
on Max's medicine bottle in the dim lighting of the streets. Then, Normal
thought of something, What if she needs this? I'm pretty sure if Tylenol's
expensive, this must be too. But how would I give it to her? She's probably at
her rich boyfriends place. I don't know where she lives anyway. Normal
contemplated his situation. Cindy lives with her, but I don't know where.
Wait! Cindy might be at that club they go to…um… Normal couldn't remember
the name that Cindy mentioned earlier that day. Bash? No, that's not it.
Um…. maybe…Smash, Crash…
Wait! That's it! Crash! "Now all I've got to do is find out where it is. That
should be the easy part………..
A/N- Sorry, I thought the
story would be over by now, but it turns out I have a bit of a plot on my
hands. Well, I'll have the next chapter up by the day after tomorrow. I hope
this is good so far. I'm willing to make changes if you recommend, not flame.
Tell me what you think.
P.S. Sorry for not actually
having my summary in action. I have to get to that in the next few chapters.
