A/N: Well, areny you guys lucky, i am posting three chapters in one day! Expect the next one in a couple of minuets.
Chapter Four- The Breakthrough
With the permission of Logan's family, Max took on the responsibility of making arrangements for Logan's belongings. They told her to do whatever she wanted with all of it, it was completely up to her. Max was sure it was because they didn't want to deal with the stuff themselves, so they more than happy to pass the tedious responsibility on to someone else.
But to Max the job wasn't tedious. Bling commented to Cindy that this was how Max was probably dealing with her grief.
The first thing Max did was the packing Logan's clothes. For hours she sat pulling one shirt out at a time, recalling times when she saw him wearing it. The shirt he was wearing when she kissed him outside the cabin. The jacket he was wearing when he stood for the first time after the transfusion.
She went through each room slowly and methodically. It took three weeks of her coming over directly after work and sitting up all night, sorting through his stuff. The one room she had yet to set foot in since the accident was his office. She wasn't sure if she could handle his office, his computers.
She put it off as long as possible, but one Sunday night, she opened the door to his office. As if testing herself, she ran her fingers over his desk, leaving trails in the thick layer of dust. There were the little notes that Logan always left for himself scattered across the room. More Eyes-Only files were sitting in piles on the corners of tables and the desk.
Max looked at the keyboard and could clearly envision Logan's nimble fingers flying over them.
She stared at the phone he'd been on as she waved good-bye on that last day she'd seen him.
Max starred at the cameras set up across the room. Logan had changed and saved so many lives with his Eyes-Only work. His only mistake was letting it consume him.
Then Max thought of all the lives that would be lost because of Eyes-Only's demise. It made her feel ill, all the corruption that was Seattle's government, which were the people that were sworn to protect.
Suddenly, a thought popped into Max's head, swirled around her system. Suddenly Max smiled. The pain and suffering of the last three weeks dulled for a moment as she grabbed the phone. "Bling....I know it is 2 am....I don't care, you need to get over here as soon as you can, I need to talk to you about something."
Chapter Four- The Breakthrough
With the permission of Logan's family, Max took on the responsibility of making arrangements for Logan's belongings. They told her to do whatever she wanted with all of it, it was completely up to her. Max was sure it was because they didn't want to deal with the stuff themselves, so they more than happy to pass the tedious responsibility on to someone else.
But to Max the job wasn't tedious. Bling commented to Cindy that this was how Max was probably dealing with her grief.
The first thing Max did was the packing Logan's clothes. For hours she sat pulling one shirt out at a time, recalling times when she saw him wearing it. The shirt he was wearing when she kissed him outside the cabin. The jacket he was wearing when he stood for the first time after the transfusion.
She went through each room slowly and methodically. It took three weeks of her coming over directly after work and sitting up all night, sorting through his stuff. The one room she had yet to set foot in since the accident was his office. She wasn't sure if she could handle his office, his computers.
She put it off as long as possible, but one Sunday night, she opened the door to his office. As if testing herself, she ran her fingers over his desk, leaving trails in the thick layer of dust. There were the little notes that Logan always left for himself scattered across the room. More Eyes-Only files were sitting in piles on the corners of tables and the desk.
Max looked at the keyboard and could clearly envision Logan's nimble fingers flying over them.
She stared at the phone he'd been on as she waved good-bye on that last day she'd seen him.
Max starred at the cameras set up across the room. Logan had changed and saved so many lives with his Eyes-Only work. His only mistake was letting it consume him.
Then Max thought of all the lives that would be lost because of Eyes-Only's demise. It made her feel ill, all the corruption that was Seattle's government, which were the people that were sworn to protect.
Suddenly, a thought popped into Max's head, swirled around her system. Suddenly Max smiled. The pain and suffering of the last three weeks dulled for a moment as she grabbed the phone. "Bling....I know it is 2 am....I don't care, you need to get over here as soon as you can, I need to talk to you about something."