Chapter 2
Title: Middle of Fall
Disclaimer: The story arc of this Fan
Fiction belongs to me. All other spoilers and characters belong
to James Cameron and his crew. I swear, I'm not rich so
don't bother to sue me cuz there's nothing that I have
that you'll possibly want. Maybe my brain but that's
not up for bargain. LOL! One more thing, the summary came from I
think "Passion of an Angel," an Angel (Mr.
Whedon's other show) website. I think??? Anyone, feel free
to correct me if I'm wrong.
Summary: The love of two people can last
forever, but can a love that never dies endure a fate far worst
than death. M/L story that takes place 3 months after she escapes
Manticore.
Spoilers: Season 1 and bits and pieces
of Season 2. For those who haven't read any spoilers for Season
2, this fic is filled with em. So if you want to stay spoiler
free, I recommend not reading, but it's totally your choice. Just
giving you the heads up. Thanks Veggie_ 5 for remiding
me to be more thorough regarding spoilers.
Side Note: Thanks for the
reviews everyone. I'm glad you find it interesting. I keep Asha
and Rafer in the story because their role is pivotal for Max and
Logan to get back together. Not just in this story, but in Dark
Angel Series itself. I'm not saying it's gonna happen right away,
but I want to explore their feelings and thoughts and the
different sides they haven't shown eachother. You'll see what I
mean when you read this chapter.
Chapter 2
Max's Crib
"I need a favor tonight," Max's
request peaked Original Cindy's interest. "Need help dumping
hot boy?" was the first question out of her mouth. "No,
of course not," Max replies. Original Cindy was at a
disappointment, and she totally made it clear to Max but she
brushes it off and asked, "I need you to double date with
me," she goes on, "Rafer invited me to this Jazz Club
or somethin down some street," trying to recall the previous
nights' events, "my head was completely spaced last night
and I ended up agreeing," regretting once again her decision
to go out with Rafer. She knew she was just using him but he
doesn't seem to mind and she didn't seem to care, although
Original Cindy is having a field day sticking it in her face
every chance she gets. "And who do you think Original Cindy
will be goin with boo?"
"Alec"
"Say what?" Original Cindy catches a
fit, "Original Cindy ain't hearin that"
"Come on boo! Look, I promise he won't do
anything bad. If he does I'll gladly kick his ass," trying
desperately to reassure her best friend. After a long silence,
Original Cindy gives in, "fine, but that boy better keep his
hands and all other body parts to himself aiight?"
"Aiight," replies Max.
Jazz Club
Max, Rafer, Original Cindy, and Alec all arrive
in front of the club right on time. "What am I doing
here?" Max's thoughts goes into oblivion.
"I don't see why this place is so special,
is there nude women in there," Alec did not even realize
what he just said. "Boy is that all you think about?"
feeling offended, "Original Cindy gonna give you a
smackdown." She raises her hand but Max snaps out of her
thoughts and places herself in between Alec and her homegurl.
"Whoa there sistah! Chill aiight!" Max attempts to cool
her boo down. "If anyone is gonna give this boy a smack in
the face it's gonna be me." Original Cindy feels a lot
better than she did a few seconds ago. "Aiight!"
replies Original Cindy. Rafer is amazed, "besides you, that
girl of yours got skills."
"You have no idea," Max says. The
four of them enters the club.
"Wow." The first word that comes out
of her mouth as she entered the dimly lit club. She's never been
inside a Jazz Club before, so she didn't exactly know what to
expect. The place was surrounded by blue and green lights. Sofas
and couches replaced the usual chairs she sees. As the four go in
deeper, they hear the sound of a man playing the piano on a stage
located in the back of the room. He sounded familiar, but Max
couldn't point her finger at it. As the four sit at their table,
the music continued. The song 'Everything I Do, I Do It For
You' is played by the musician/singer. Max couldn't help but
stare at the guy playing the music. Rafer stands up and excuses
himself to use the restroom.
"Who is that guy?" Max tells Original
Cindy. "I'm gettin this vibe that I know him or
somethin."
"Maybe your hungry," Alec suggests.
"Boy, just sit there and look
pretty," Original Cindy concludes "and don't say
anything either."
"Jeez, someone woke up in the wrong side
of the bed this morning."
"How would you know," Original Cindy
questions him, "you've been spying on Original Cindy?"
"No! God no!"
Max ignores the two's petty bickering. Since
they've met, they've acted like sibling rivals trying to get
daddy's attention or something. It was amusing at first, but then
it got tiresome. The two just seems to continue goin at it.
Rafer returns as the musician finishes his last
song. The audience claps and as he faces the crowd; Original
Cindy's mouth drops, Alec continues to eyeball the ladies, Rafer
stares in amazement, and Max seems to be lost for words.
"Logan!" was the only word she managed to spit out.
Rafer sees her surprise.
"Logan, buddy. Great set man," an
audience member shouts out. Logan lifts his head and nods back as
he cases his acoustic guitar. Henry, the bartender, comes over to
hand him a drink. "Ever since you started playin here, my
customers doubled. Don't know how you do it man,"
compliments Logan.
"Nothing much really," Logan says.
"It's soothing for the soul," letting out a sly smile.
Asha walks toward Logan from the bar, "all he has to do is
show up and women just flock to him. Men too," Asha teasing
Logan. "Get lost," Logan says playfully. It's been nice
to see Logan act more like himself. When I first arrived in
Seattle, Logan was a lot more guarded, but it's not unusual but
he was different in a different sort of way. Does that make
sense? The Logan I see in front of me reminded me of the friend
I've always known and even though so much has changed these past
few years, I'm glad Logan is feeling more comfortable being
himself and not carry the doo-gooder side of him everywhere and
all the time.
Unaware that Max and her friends are in the
crowd. "Coming back next week?" Henry asks, "of
course," Logan replies. "All right, drinks on me
man." Logan's been playing at this club for the past month
and a half. Singing and playing classical tunes from the 80's and
90's. Every once in a rare while, he'll manage to cough up one or
two of his own work.
"I didn't know Logan played or sang?"
Original Cindy asks Max. "Like I did," Max didn't know
what to say. Even she didn't know Logan had a passion for music.
"Seems like there's a lot of stuff you don't know about your
ex," adds Rafer. "You guys want to leave," he
suggest. "Wait a sec, it's over between me and Logan, it has
been for a while now," she looks at Rafer, who in return
looks back, "just because we coincidentally arrive at the
same club together doesn't mean I have to run away everytime I
see him." Max gets up and heads to the ladies room, Original
Cindy couldn't help but follow. "You boys stay out of
trouble aiight," Rafer nods while Alec continues to admire
the ladies.
Ladies Room
"Boo," Original Cindy enters the
ladies room, "what's up with you?"
"God," Max trying to collect her
thoughts, "why is it all of the sudden I'm finding things
about Logan I had no clue about when we were together?"
"Considering neither one of you admitted
you were actually together," Original Cindy clarifies,
"I thought we weren't gonna talk about Logan?"
"Believe me, I don't want to either,"
Max says, "but I can't help it." She sits herself up by
the side of the counter sink. "When I saw him up there, I
didn't see Logan," she says "I saw a completely
different person."
"I agree boo," Original Cindy tries
to help her friend. "Asha's out there too, how close are
they?" Max says. "I don't know, but by the looks of it,
they're pretty good friends," Original Cindy says
reassuringly.
"Whatever," Max didn't want to think
about it. Of all the clubs to go to, we happen to stumble upon
the same one Logan is at. My luck just plain sucks. The world
doesn't seem to want to cut me some slack.
At the Bar Section
As Logan looks around he notices not a lot of
people buying drinks. With today's society, as screwed up as it
is, it's a bad sign. Asha joins him. "Mind if I join?"
he gestures that it's okay. "Bar looks kind of empty,"
observes Asha. "Yeah, I'm thinking on climbing on the chair
and do a little Tom Cruise impersonation," Asha looks at him
suspiciously. "Don't you dare Logan Cale," she pleads.
Logan puts down his beer glass and stands up on the bar counter.
"Everyone, I have something to say,"
the entire room turns and looks straight at the male standing on
the counter. As Max and Original Cindy exit the ladies room, they
witness Logan's sudden annoncement. "What in the
world..." before Original Cindy gets to finish, Logan starts
talking. "As a newly employed bartender of the night, I have
a poem to recite," the crowd starts cheering one by one.
Asha trying desperately to get Logan off the counter, "you
had way too much to drink," Asha shouts, "actually, I
haven't." Then he begins.
"I am the last barman poet," the
crowd claps. "I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails
I make," breaks out a laugh, "Americans getting stinky
on something I stir and shake," using mannerisms. "The
sex on the beach," a female screams out, "the shnapps
made from peach/ The velvet hammer, the Alabama slammer..."
"Whoo!" Asha joins in on the fun
"I make things with juice and froth/ The
pink squirrel/ The 3-toed sloth." At this point even
Original Cindy was getting turned on. "I make drinks so
sweaty and snazzy," Logan continues as he flirst with a
random girl. "The iced tea/ The kamikaze," takes a
shot, "The orgasm/ The death spasm/ The Singapore sling the
dingaling,"
"Dingaling?" a girl shouts out
"Hey, I'm just reciting what Tom Cruise
said." Logan says.
"America you've just been devoted to every
flavor I've got, but if you wanted to get loaded," he raises
his shot glass, "why don't you just order a shot?"
takes the shot, "mmm... bar is open." Next thing
anybody knew, the bar was flooded with customers. Even Rafer was
totally blown away. "Dude, that was the coolest thing I've
ever seen," he compliments. Max looks at Logan in
bewilderment. Who the hell is this guy? I can't take this
anymore, "guys, let's go," she says, "I'm feelin a
little tired."
"What?" Alec says. "The night
was just gettin good."
"Let's go fellas!" Original Cindy
blurted out.
Before Max exits the club, she turns back and
looks at Logan whose still unaware she was there. "I'm
sorry," she says to herself as she gazes at the one man she
trusted the most in her entire life. My eyes began to feel
watery, but I ended it there when Rafer and the others looked
back at me. Stay strong, I say to myself. I'm tired of being
strong, I just want to hold Logan even if it was just for a
moment, but she couldn't and that completely sucked.
Extra Disclaimer: The poem
that was recited was taken from the Tom Cruise film "Cocktail"
in the late 80's. It's entitled "The Last Barman Poet."
I didn't want to place it at the top because it'll spoil it when
you read the story. I added Logan's musical side in this fic,
because 1: Michael Weatherly is a musician in real life so I
incorporated that specific trait into his character Logan, and
two: I figured he could earn extra cash playing music every once
in a while.
