AUTHOR'S NOTE 1: This story is the product of DarkZack and UlBanshee's incredibly detailed fan fiction challenge contest. (And I won, hooray!) You can see the rest of the amazing entries here:
http://www.delphi.com/n/mb/message.asp?webtag=darkangelfans&msg=5191.1
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: Fan fiction challenge #2 is underway! Get all the information here:
http://www.delphi.com/n/mb/message.asp?webtag=darkangelfans&msg=5819.1
AUTHOR'S NOTE 3: This bit of utter, irredeemable fluff is dedicated to all fellow denizens of the Land of Denial, whose faith cannot be swayed by gossip, spoilers, or any other form of reality. Anyone who is not an M/L shipper...hates mushiness or sappiness...wants action, adventure, angst, or actual substance...stop reading right now. Yeah, I know if this really happened the show would fall to pieces and no one would watch it. I don't care. :o)
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
She was in a bed...Logan's bed. Max closed her eyes and tilted her head back, giving Logan better access to her neck. God, he felt good. This felt good. After all the hell they'd been through, they deserved....
Even with her eyes closed, she felt the shadow fall over her face. She looked up just as the bird cawed. Logan was a second behind, oblivious until he pulled his hands away from her body and saw them dripping with blood. Her blood.
"Max..."
"What's happening," she asked, panicked, although she already knew. The bird flew away and her consciousness faded.
http://www.delphi.com/n/mb/message.asp?webtag=darkangelfans&msg=5191.1
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: Fan fiction challenge #2 is underway! Get all the information here:
http://www.delphi.com/n/mb/message.asp?webtag=darkangelfans&msg=5819.1
AUTHOR'S NOTE 3: This bit of utter, irredeemable fluff is dedicated to all fellow denizens of the Land of Denial, whose faith cannot be swayed by gossip, spoilers, or any other form of reality. Anyone who is not an M/L shipper...hates mushiness or sappiness...wants action, adventure, angst, or actual substance...stop reading right now. Yeah, I know if this really happened the show would fall to pieces and no one would watch it. I don't care. :o)
WHAT DREAMS MAY COME
She was in a bed...Logan's bed. Max closed her eyes and tilted her head back, giving Logan better access to her neck. God, he felt good. This felt good. After all the hell they'd been through, they deserved....
Even with her eyes closed, she felt the shadow fall over her face. She looked up just as the bird cawed. Logan was a second behind, oblivious until he pulled his hands away from her body and saw them dripping with blood. Her blood.
"Max..."
"What's happening," she asked, panicked, although she already knew. The bird flew away and her consciousness faded.