This was my first ever fic, and it probably reaks of suckiness, but since I never finished it, I decided to open it up to a new audience and see if anyone has any tips for me.
Crash and Burn
By PreciousJax
**Disclaimer-I don't own any of this, or anything for that matter. Therefore, it wouldn't make much sense to sue me.**
This story takes place after "Rising." I worked in some of the details from "Kidz."
^^ Note- this is my first fan-fic. I need comments, suggestions, ect. please help me! Anything and everything is welcome. You can also email me at princessjaci@hotmail.com
Day One
Original Cindy sat and watched the clock with a smug smile. She turned to her approaching friends, Herbal and Sketchy, and said, "Who wants to bet me the bill at Crash tonight that my home girl calls and says she is eating with Mr. Money-Bags, the artist formerly known as Meals on Wheels?" Sketchy, always gullible, looked at her skeptically. "You're on. I just talked to Max before she left, she said she'd be there." OC just smiled, she had a feeling she was going to be pretty thirsty tonight. Especially since I wont be paying.
~#~ Logan's Apartment ~#~
Logan Cale stood in the kitchen of his apartment; quickly slicing bell peppers into long, thin strips. Tossing them into a deep saucepan, the peppers joined the mix of snow peas, watercress, mushrooms, broccoli, and other colorful vegetables. He began to sauté the vegetables in the seasoned oil with deft flicks of his wrist. Mentally, he ticked off what else he was missing. Brown rice was already cooked; the peppered chicken was waiting in a pan on the counter. Satisfied with the progress of his latest culinary masterpiece, his thoughts drifted.
Of course, the star of this trip to fantasyland was, as usual, Max. Logan was unsure of what to think about their relationship was progressing. At this point he didn't even know if they had a relationship outside of Eyes Only. She seemed to be coming around less and less lately. Even if she was here, she might as well not have been as far as her attention span goes. Logan thought with a small frown. For the first week after Logan had started walking, Max had been over every night for dinner. She had been talkative, telling Logan about the oddest runs of the day for Jam Pony, if only to make him laugh. Logan shared his activities of the day, everything from Eyes Only to how his walking had been progressing. Everything had been absolutely great, but now something had changed.
Max had stopped coming around, even ignored some of Logan's pages. She had become extremely distant, even quiet. Logan was concerned. Extremely concerned.
So this was why Logan was going all out on this evening. He had everything ready. Table was set. Check. Dinner ready. Check. Wine chilled. Check. He wasn't missing anything. Am I? Logan thought with delayed panic.
It had taken some quick talking to get Max here. Since he paged her just before he started dinner, he expected her at anytime. With nerves running through his body, Logan raked his hand through his hair anxiously.
Hearing the click behind him, he turned towards the door. As always, simply seeing Max stole his breath. She stood before him in a pair of black pants and a dark gray baby doll tee shirt. Her dark, curling hair was piled atop her hair, not for fashions sake, but for simple convince. That made the looks somehow sexier. Loose curls had fallen down during the day to frame her face. Logan stared; longer than he knew was polite, at the woman standing in front of him. Max arched one shaped eyebrow. "You paged?" she asked with out much enthusiasm. "Yea," Logan replied, his joy in seeing Max dimmed due to her obvious disdain. "Found a old recipe, thought you might be interested in some real food." He said with an attempt at a smile.
"Yea, Ok. Whatever." Max said flippantly, following behind Logan into the dining room. She sat down at the table, uncomfortable, while Logan carried in the plates. He sat a plate before her, and sat down at his own spot.
After a few minuets of uncomfortable silence, Logan reached across the table and covered Max's small hand with his. He looked up into her face, trying to make eye contact, but she avoided his gaze. "Max, what's wrong?" Max pulled back her hand. "Nothing." She said brightly with a smile. Logan still saw the strain in her eyes. He stood from his chair, and walked to her. He turned her chair to face him, and then squatted down in front of her. "Max, please. I am your friend, talk to me. What has been bothering you the last couple of weeks." In a half-hearted attempt to pull her hands free, Logan only gripped her hands harder. Logan looked up into her face. She looked away, but he still saw the tears in her eyes. "Max…." Logan said, panic started rising in his voice. Possibilities started running through his head. "Are the seizures getting worse? Is there a complication from the implant? Is someone following? Lydecker? Zack?" The thoughts that ran through his head and poured out of his mouth at a feverish pace. . Max then looked him in the eye. She stared for ten whole seconds before saying anything. "You really don't know do you?" She asked incredulously. "Well think about it, Logan darling, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Max continued icily. "Think around two weeks ago. The day you started walking." She watched comprehension dawn on his face. "And the light dawns for Mr. Cale. Someone tell him what he's won." But Logan didn't hear this, he was thinking of that fateful night….
Crash and Burn
By PreciousJax
**Disclaimer-I don't own any of this, or anything for that matter. Therefore, it wouldn't make much sense to sue me.**
This story takes place after "Rising." I worked in some of the details from "Kidz."
^^ Note- this is my first fan-fic. I need comments, suggestions, ect. please help me! Anything and everything is welcome. You can also email me at princessjaci@hotmail.com
Day One
Original Cindy sat and watched the clock with a smug smile. She turned to her approaching friends, Herbal and Sketchy, and said, "Who wants to bet me the bill at Crash tonight that my home girl calls and says she is eating with Mr. Money-Bags, the artist formerly known as Meals on Wheels?" Sketchy, always gullible, looked at her skeptically. "You're on. I just talked to Max before she left, she said she'd be there." OC just smiled, she had a feeling she was going to be pretty thirsty tonight. Especially since I wont be paying.
~#~ Logan's Apartment ~#~
Logan Cale stood in the kitchen of his apartment; quickly slicing bell peppers into long, thin strips. Tossing them into a deep saucepan, the peppers joined the mix of snow peas, watercress, mushrooms, broccoli, and other colorful vegetables. He began to sauté the vegetables in the seasoned oil with deft flicks of his wrist. Mentally, he ticked off what else he was missing. Brown rice was already cooked; the peppered chicken was waiting in a pan on the counter. Satisfied with the progress of his latest culinary masterpiece, his thoughts drifted.
Of course, the star of this trip to fantasyland was, as usual, Max. Logan was unsure of what to think about their relationship was progressing. At this point he didn't even know if they had a relationship outside of Eyes Only. She seemed to be coming around less and less lately. Even if she was here, she might as well not have been as far as her attention span goes. Logan thought with a small frown. For the first week after Logan had started walking, Max had been over every night for dinner. She had been talkative, telling Logan about the oddest runs of the day for Jam Pony, if only to make him laugh. Logan shared his activities of the day, everything from Eyes Only to how his walking had been progressing. Everything had been absolutely great, but now something had changed.
Max had stopped coming around, even ignored some of Logan's pages. She had become extremely distant, even quiet. Logan was concerned. Extremely concerned.
So this was why Logan was going all out on this evening. He had everything ready. Table was set. Check. Dinner ready. Check. Wine chilled. Check. He wasn't missing anything. Am I? Logan thought with delayed panic.
It had taken some quick talking to get Max here. Since he paged her just before he started dinner, he expected her at anytime. With nerves running through his body, Logan raked his hand through his hair anxiously.
Hearing the click behind him, he turned towards the door. As always, simply seeing Max stole his breath. She stood before him in a pair of black pants and a dark gray baby doll tee shirt. Her dark, curling hair was piled atop her hair, not for fashions sake, but for simple convince. That made the looks somehow sexier. Loose curls had fallen down during the day to frame her face. Logan stared; longer than he knew was polite, at the woman standing in front of him. Max arched one shaped eyebrow. "You paged?" she asked with out much enthusiasm. "Yea," Logan replied, his joy in seeing Max dimmed due to her obvious disdain. "Found a old recipe, thought you might be interested in some real food." He said with an attempt at a smile.
"Yea, Ok. Whatever." Max said flippantly, following behind Logan into the dining room. She sat down at the table, uncomfortable, while Logan carried in the plates. He sat a plate before her, and sat down at his own spot.
After a few minuets of uncomfortable silence, Logan reached across the table and covered Max's small hand with his. He looked up into her face, trying to make eye contact, but she avoided his gaze. "Max, what's wrong?" Max pulled back her hand. "Nothing." She said brightly with a smile. Logan still saw the strain in her eyes. He stood from his chair, and walked to her. He turned her chair to face him, and then squatted down in front of her. "Max, please. I am your friend, talk to me. What has been bothering you the last couple of weeks." In a half-hearted attempt to pull her hands free, Logan only gripped her hands harder. Logan looked up into her face. She looked away, but he still saw the tears in her eyes. "Max…." Logan said, panic started rising in his voice. Possibilities started running through his head. "Are the seizures getting worse? Is there a complication from the implant? Is someone following? Lydecker? Zack?" The thoughts that ran through his head and poured out of his mouth at a feverish pace. . Max then looked him in the eye. She stared for ten whole seconds before saying anything. "You really don't know do you?" She asked incredulously. "Well think about it, Logan darling, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Max continued icily. "Think around two weeks ago. The day you started walking." She watched comprehension dawn on his face. "And the light dawns for Mr. Cale. Someone tell him what he's won." But Logan didn't hear this, he was thinking of that fateful night….