Title: Reaching Decisions
Written By: Drea Jackman
Email: DreaJackman@Literati.co.uk
Rating: 15 (Overall)
Summary: What really lies behind Eyes Only?
Series: Eyes Only
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters involved. All Dark Angel characters belong to Cameron/Eglee Productions and Fox...the lucky *ahem*!
Dedication: For Cale, who really pushed me to attempt this story.
Archive: Sure, just email me to lemme know where first. Thanks!
Feedback: Hell yeah! It's another of the small pleasures of writing.
Author's Note: Set pre-kisses and confessions in 'Meow'. I do realise that Logan's birthday and the date of the pulse are not as they appear in this fic, but it made for a more interesting story.
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"You done yet?" Max yelled from the kitchen of the apartment she shared with Original Cindy.
She'd been patienly waiting for all of half an hour to get Cindy out of the bathroom so she could shower with the remaining hot water. It wasn't like her to be so fussy about getting ready in a hurry, but tonight was special. She had to drop by Logan's, unannounced of course. Max knew he'd forgotten what day it was, hell she was sure he'd didn't even know exactly what month it was. He'd been so taken up with his cause lately that she'd hardly spent anything more than business hours with him. You know, the usual missions to serve the city, fight the good fight, blah blah, woof woof. Still, tonight was special and Max wanted to surprise him.
"C'mon already." she thumped the bathroom door hard.
The water was shut off and within a few seconds Original Cindy appeared still dripping wet in her towel. "Yeah, yeah a'ight boo. Calm down. Original Cindy's all done."
"'Bout time too." Max grunted as she grabbed her things and headed for the bathroom.
As Max closed the door behind her Original Cindy wandered into the kitchen space and grabbed one of the rarely-come-by apples that Max had brought home. Little present Logan had dug up the weekend before. Sighing she made her way to her room. "Someone's in a rush to get over to her rich boy's house tonight." she muttered under her breath before taking a bite out of the apple and slumping down on her bed.
Within the next 15 minutes Max was showered, clean and feeling all lady-like. Well, as much as she liked to anyway. She'd pulled on a pair of blue jeans, cut to lie on the hips as usual and a black V-neck top that stopped just on her stomach. Rubbing at her wet hair furiously with a towel as she emerged from the steamy bathroom she threw it down on the end of the couch as she checked herself in the mirror.
"Casual but still hot, huh Boo?"
"Always." Max replied with a smile.
"So you got big plans for loverboy's birthday tonight?"
"I already told you..."
"I know, I know." Original Cindy cut in. "You an' richboy ain't like that."
Max tossed her a look that explained it all as she grabbed her jacket from the chair it hung over. "I'm just goin' over to send my greetings, give him my best. You know the drill."
"Mmm, Hmm." Cindy retorted, one eyebrow raised. "So how come he don't know you're gonna be swingin' by? Thought he'd have some big dinner set up for y'all."
"Cause," Max began a little hesitantly. "Just figured he'd appreciate the surprise as much as anything else."
"I bet."
"Look if you wanna get all riled up makin' this into somethin' it's obviously not then that's you're problem. Just quit buggin' me about it." Max retaliated jokingly.
"Max. You know you're mah best boo but if y'all don't get over this whole 'we ain't like that' shit, Original Cindy's gonna hafta lay a smackdown on both you and richboy."
Max grinned at the imagery Cindy's threats conjured up as she crossed the space from the living room to the kitchen. Grabbing her keys she sighed. "Think you could take me? I'm pretty handy at that sorta thing y'know."
"Oh whatever girl. You just get yourself sorted out before I be gettin', and I quote '...all riled up.' Now go on, get outa here already." Cindy waved Max towards the door laughing.
"Gotta bounce," Max said, smiling as she headed for the door. Still she couldn't help but mess with Cindy a little. "Don't wait up or anything." she joked as the door closed behind her.
***
The ride over to Foggle Towers was a little of an arguement between her, Max, and her inner Original Cindy. That being the one that was all 'you goin' over to loverboy's tonight?' and 'ah your rich boyfriend, blah blah woof woof'. It was a constant go between of 'but Logan and I aren't like that.' and retaliations like 'you know you want him boo, just go do somethin about it.' This in turn only led to her thinking over her whole relationship with him since day one. Again, in turn this left her more confused than ever. It was driving her crazy.
Logan had been nothing but honest with her, she knew that. Next to Original Cindy, Logan was someone she trusted with her secrets. The truths about her life and all the baggage that came with. Most people would've freaked out or not wanted anything to do with her at all, but he'd been there. He hadn't run off and he hadn't pulled away. Logan stayed right where he was, being the same man he'd always been.
Max may not have realised it right away, but Logan wasn't the only one she'd had a surprise in store for tonight. It all clicked into place in her own head as she pulled up outside Foggle Towers. After the past few months they'd had less of a working relationship and more of a casual one of friendship. A few long nights of kickin' his ass at chess, always preceeded by some cullenary masterpiece Logan had whipped together. She admitted freely that she'd enjoyed it. But all too soon all the crimelords in the city seemed to get all overactive. It was less of the casual dinners and friendly games of chess and more and more of the Eyes Only related missions. It was typical of Logan to become lost in his work again, but tonight was different. His birthday. Even if he'd forgotten with his head buried high in files and reports she was there to remind him. Even attempt an edible dinner if she had to. Perhaps have a little talk about what's been on her mind lately.
As she made her way inside and toward the elevator Max couldn't believe she was even considering talking things over with Logan. She didn't even know if he'd thought the same things about her, if he felt the same way about their relationship. Perhaps it was her inner Original Cindy winning her over, but for some reason or another, Max was tired of spending months with Logan and not getting any further forward. Sure it scared her, half to death if the truth be known, but she would be able to get passed it. This was Logan she was talking about, feeling this way about. He was worth taking a risk on.
Suddenly the elevator lurched to a stop and the doors parted bearly an inch or two. The lights shut off and the place was plunged into darkness. Casting a casual thanks back to Manticore for her night vision capabilities Max cursed under her breath and took a firm grip of the doors. A few choice curse words later and the doors were open and Max stepped out onto the landing. 'Least I made it to his floor.' she thought as she looked around, taking in the effects of yet another brownout.
Max stopped outside Logan's door and stared at the surface for a few seconds. 'Okay, so you're gonna go surprise him. Happy Birthday's all round. Then what?' She bit her lower lip a little nervous and cursing herself for feeling that way. 'Then you're gonna ask him, no...tell him' Her thoughts tripped over one another as she tried to fumble for a conclusion in her mission. Her objective would be...
"Talk," she whispered to herself. "Yeah, then we talk."
Written By: Drea Jackman
Email: DreaJackman@Literati.co.uk
Rating: 15 (Overall)
Summary: What really lies behind Eyes Only?
Series: Eyes Only
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters involved. All Dark Angel characters belong to Cameron/Eglee Productions and Fox...the lucky *ahem*!
Dedication: For Cale, who really pushed me to attempt this story.
Archive: Sure, just email me to lemme know where first. Thanks!
Feedback: Hell yeah! It's another of the small pleasures of writing.
Author's Note: Set pre-kisses and confessions in 'Meow'. I do realise that Logan's birthday and the date of the pulse are not as they appear in this fic, but it made for a more interesting story.
_______________________________________________________________________
"You done yet?" Max yelled from the kitchen of the apartment she shared with Original Cindy.
She'd been patienly waiting for all of half an hour to get Cindy out of the bathroom so she could shower with the remaining hot water. It wasn't like her to be so fussy about getting ready in a hurry, but tonight was special. She had to drop by Logan's, unannounced of course. Max knew he'd forgotten what day it was, hell she was sure he'd didn't even know exactly what month it was. He'd been so taken up with his cause lately that she'd hardly spent anything more than business hours with him. You know, the usual missions to serve the city, fight the good fight, blah blah, woof woof. Still, tonight was special and Max wanted to surprise him.
"C'mon already." she thumped the bathroom door hard.
The water was shut off and within a few seconds Original Cindy appeared still dripping wet in her towel. "Yeah, yeah a'ight boo. Calm down. Original Cindy's all done."
"'Bout time too." Max grunted as she grabbed her things and headed for the bathroom.
As Max closed the door behind her Original Cindy wandered into the kitchen space and grabbed one of the rarely-come-by apples that Max had brought home. Little present Logan had dug up the weekend before. Sighing she made her way to her room. "Someone's in a rush to get over to her rich boy's house tonight." she muttered under her breath before taking a bite out of the apple and slumping down on her bed.
Within the next 15 minutes Max was showered, clean and feeling all lady-like. Well, as much as she liked to anyway. She'd pulled on a pair of blue jeans, cut to lie on the hips as usual and a black V-neck top that stopped just on her stomach. Rubbing at her wet hair furiously with a towel as she emerged from the steamy bathroom she threw it down on the end of the couch as she checked herself in the mirror.
"Casual but still hot, huh Boo?"
"Always." Max replied with a smile.
"So you got big plans for loverboy's birthday tonight?"
"I already told you..."
"I know, I know." Original Cindy cut in. "You an' richboy ain't like that."
Max tossed her a look that explained it all as she grabbed her jacket from the chair it hung over. "I'm just goin' over to send my greetings, give him my best. You know the drill."
"Mmm, Hmm." Cindy retorted, one eyebrow raised. "So how come he don't know you're gonna be swingin' by? Thought he'd have some big dinner set up for y'all."
"Cause," Max began a little hesitantly. "Just figured he'd appreciate the surprise as much as anything else."
"I bet."
"Look if you wanna get all riled up makin' this into somethin' it's obviously not then that's you're problem. Just quit buggin' me about it." Max retaliated jokingly.
"Max. You know you're mah best boo but if y'all don't get over this whole 'we ain't like that' shit, Original Cindy's gonna hafta lay a smackdown on both you and richboy."
Max grinned at the imagery Cindy's threats conjured up as she crossed the space from the living room to the kitchen. Grabbing her keys she sighed. "Think you could take me? I'm pretty handy at that sorta thing y'know."
"Oh whatever girl. You just get yourself sorted out before I be gettin', and I quote '...all riled up.' Now go on, get outa here already." Cindy waved Max towards the door laughing.
"Gotta bounce," Max said, smiling as she headed for the door. Still she couldn't help but mess with Cindy a little. "Don't wait up or anything." she joked as the door closed behind her.
***
The ride over to Foggle Towers was a little of an arguement between her, Max, and her inner Original Cindy. That being the one that was all 'you goin' over to loverboy's tonight?' and 'ah your rich boyfriend, blah blah woof woof'. It was a constant go between of 'but Logan and I aren't like that.' and retaliations like 'you know you want him boo, just go do somethin about it.' This in turn only led to her thinking over her whole relationship with him since day one. Again, in turn this left her more confused than ever. It was driving her crazy.
Logan had been nothing but honest with her, she knew that. Next to Original Cindy, Logan was someone she trusted with her secrets. The truths about her life and all the baggage that came with. Most people would've freaked out or not wanted anything to do with her at all, but he'd been there. He hadn't run off and he hadn't pulled away. Logan stayed right where he was, being the same man he'd always been.
Max may not have realised it right away, but Logan wasn't the only one she'd had a surprise in store for tonight. It all clicked into place in her own head as she pulled up outside Foggle Towers. After the past few months they'd had less of a working relationship and more of a casual one of friendship. A few long nights of kickin' his ass at chess, always preceeded by some cullenary masterpiece Logan had whipped together. She admitted freely that she'd enjoyed it. But all too soon all the crimelords in the city seemed to get all overactive. It was less of the casual dinners and friendly games of chess and more and more of the Eyes Only related missions. It was typical of Logan to become lost in his work again, but tonight was different. His birthday. Even if he'd forgotten with his head buried high in files and reports she was there to remind him. Even attempt an edible dinner if she had to. Perhaps have a little talk about what's been on her mind lately.
As she made her way inside and toward the elevator Max couldn't believe she was even considering talking things over with Logan. She didn't even know if he'd thought the same things about her, if he felt the same way about their relationship. Perhaps it was her inner Original Cindy winning her over, but for some reason or another, Max was tired of spending months with Logan and not getting any further forward. Sure it scared her, half to death if the truth be known, but she would be able to get passed it. This was Logan she was talking about, feeling this way about. He was worth taking a risk on.
Suddenly the elevator lurched to a stop and the doors parted bearly an inch or two. The lights shut off and the place was plunged into darkness. Casting a casual thanks back to Manticore for her night vision capabilities Max cursed under her breath and took a firm grip of the doors. A few choice curse words later and the doors were open and Max stepped out onto the landing. 'Least I made it to his floor.' she thought as she looked around, taking in the effects of yet another brownout.
Max stopped outside Logan's door and stared at the surface for a few seconds. 'Okay, so you're gonna go surprise him. Happy Birthday's all round. Then what?' She bit her lower lip a little nervous and cursing herself for feeling that way. 'Then you're gonna ask him, no...tell him' Her thoughts tripped over one another as she tried to fumble for a conclusion in her mission. Her objective would be...
"Talk," she whispered to herself. "Yeah, then we talk."