Hey, everyone, what's up? After months of reading lots of fan fic, I thought I'd give it a try ... this is a post Female Trouble fic (I really like that episode). Any comments (or if you want to tell me to stop posting) can be left in the blue box below.
As for the disclaimer ... the people in this story are not mine, nor is the show mine.
And, without further ado, here it is ...
On the streets
All was quiet on the streets of Seattle. All except the revving up of a 600cc motorcycle. The motorcycle zoomed up and down the streets, racing as fast as the driver's mind. She was fighting hard to stop thinking about "him". Everything from the fastest way to disassemble and reassemble her baby --- the Ninja she was riding --- to recalling all of the hand signals she and her sibs used as children. But her mind kept on drifting back to what happened earlier ...
Flashback
She ran into his apartment screaming his name out. Going around the corner into his computer room, she saw the gun laying on his desk. But there was no body ... all of a sudden, she heard the door open, and the familiar sound of his wheels. Without thinking, she ran to his side and clung to him.
"I thought ... I was so scared ... The ambulance"
"It's okay," he whispered, embracing her as strongly as she embraced him.
After drawing apart, he wheeled to his desk, saying:
"Little accident upstairs. Mrs. Moreno fell down. Bathroom sink overflowed".
"She okay?" she asked, hinting at how he was actually doing.
"Yeah, she'll be fine," he replied.
He legitimately seemed OK this time, so she went to see Jace off. As she handed Jace the money, bus tickets, and passport Logan got, she glanced at the date on them. "Its our anniversary ..." She rode off, stopping to get a bottle of cheap champagne. After a quick stop home to change, she went to the Space Needle, to think about her family.
As Max descended from her perch a top the Needle, she felt a surge of restless energy. "Nothing my baby can't fix". She drove along, seemingly turning left and right at random. Her mind, however remained focused on one thing. That gun. And how close he came to using it. Although, she didn't know that for sure.
"Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to double check on him ... and maybe even to get rid of that gun. I really don't like guns" She looked up to see his building looming ahead of her. "And, since I'm here ..."
She parked her bike, and walked around to the side of the neighboring building. Scaling it, she got to the roof and looked into his apartment. "That's strange ... everything is dark. Even his computer is off. Maybe I should go over, just to see ..."
All of a sudden, she found herself on his roof, throwing her rope down through the skylight. Once inside, she crept around, listening for him. "I'll just make sure he's OK and then leave... he's probably just sleeping ..."
Stealthily, she made her way to his bedroom. Thankfully, the door was slightly ajar. She stepped in, hoping and expecting to see him asleep. After she realized he wasn't there, her ears picked up the sound of running water. "Oh, good, he's just in the bathroom". She turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway. She couldn't calm her worries. As embarrassing as the situation would be, she needed to know that he was alright.
As for the disclaimer ... the people in this story are not mine, nor is the show mine.
And, without further ado, here it is ...
On the streets
All was quiet on the streets of Seattle. All except the revving up of a 600cc motorcycle. The motorcycle zoomed up and down the streets, racing as fast as the driver's mind. She was fighting hard to stop thinking about "him". Everything from the fastest way to disassemble and reassemble her baby --- the Ninja she was riding --- to recalling all of the hand signals she and her sibs used as children. But her mind kept on drifting back to what happened earlier ...
Flashback
She ran into his apartment screaming his name out. Going around the corner into his computer room, she saw the gun laying on his desk. But there was no body ... all of a sudden, she heard the door open, and the familiar sound of his wheels. Without thinking, she ran to his side and clung to him.
"I thought ... I was so scared ... The ambulance"
"It's okay," he whispered, embracing her as strongly as she embraced him.
After drawing apart, he wheeled to his desk, saying:
"Little accident upstairs. Mrs. Moreno fell down. Bathroom sink overflowed".
"She okay?" she asked, hinting at how he was actually doing.
"Yeah, she'll be fine," he replied.
He legitimately seemed OK this time, so she went to see Jace off. As she handed Jace the money, bus tickets, and passport Logan got, she glanced at the date on them. "Its our anniversary ..." She rode off, stopping to get a bottle of cheap champagne. After a quick stop home to change, she went to the Space Needle, to think about her family.
As Max descended from her perch a top the Needle, she felt a surge of restless energy. "Nothing my baby can't fix". She drove along, seemingly turning left and right at random. Her mind, however remained focused on one thing. That gun. And how close he came to using it. Although, she didn't know that for sure.
"Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to double check on him ... and maybe even to get rid of that gun. I really don't like guns" She looked up to see his building looming ahead of her. "And, since I'm here ..."
She parked her bike, and walked around to the side of the neighboring building. Scaling it, she got to the roof and looked into his apartment. "That's strange ... everything is dark. Even his computer is off. Maybe I should go over, just to see ..."
All of a sudden, she found herself on his roof, throwing her rope down through the skylight. Once inside, she crept around, listening for him. "I'll just make sure he's OK and then leave... he's probably just sleeping ..."
Stealthily, she made her way to his bedroom. Thankfully, the door was slightly ajar. She stepped in, hoping and expecting to see him asleep. After she realized he wasn't there, her ears picked up the sound of running water. "Oh, good, he's just in the bathroom". She turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway. She couldn't calm her worries. As embarrassing as the situation would be, she needed to know that he was alright.