Disclaimer: You know... Not mine...blah blah woof woof, right?
Author's Note: Yea, Yea, yea! i know Max wouldn't have a gun but in the beginning i was gonna have her like kill herself but i decided she would never do anything like that so i changed it....sorry i forgot to take out the part about her twirling the gun.....pretend its the phone or something....
Special thanks to Jane! You're so great! Thanks for telling me all the things i needed to change! and to laura! you didnt really do anything but thanks fer reading it! and umm... to Tracy! you proofread majorly! thanks! You're all greta beta-ers! (Except maybe u, laura, but oh well. COme to my party!) I love you all!
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"Max, no. No, Max. Please, oh God, please."
Logan could only utter those words to Max's body in his arms. He
rocked her back and forth on the floor as tears ran down onto Max's black leather jacket. This is all my fault. All my fault. If I had made her
stay. Or if I warned her sooner. God, if it weren't for me this probably
would never have happened. Logan thought as warm tears slowly made their way
to Max, she slept.
It was a dream to surpass all dreams. She felt so happy and content. She
felt so light and free, almost as if she could fly. The world was perfect,
there was no Manticore. In Max's world everything was love and happiness like some sort of '70's hippie. Gradually,
she felt the need to wake up. That she was needed outside of her dream land.
Gently her body stirred and Logan looked down at her. "Max?" His voice
cracked with emotion as her eyelids fluttered. She moved her body slightly
as an attempt to get up. She only half wiggled in his arms. "No, don't move.
You're hurt..." She wanted to open her eyes so badly, to reassure him that she
would be okay but it was so hard and everything hurt so much. Every breath
seemed like such a chore. "You're gonna be okay, Max. It's gonna be
alright." She felt him lift her in his arms ever so gently and with all her
might she snuggled closer to his chest. Just as gently he laid her on his
bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
Max opened her eyes just enough to see him standing at the door looking back
at her. "Logan," her voice was weak and scared and it
was hard as hell to talk but she did anyway, "Please..." She took a ragged
breath, and then another. "I need you here, with me." He nodded his head as
he made his way from the door back to the bed. He took a chair that was
leaning against the wall, pulled it next to the bed and sat down.
He placed his hand over hers and spoke reassuringly, "I'm right here Max. I
swear to you. I won't leave."
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End note: I wanted to finish the other part with Max dead but then i saw how terrible that was....so i know it's really unlikely for someone to get shot, pass out from blood loss, and still be alive and dandy....but hey? this is MAx! AND it's my world. I say she's ok so she is....f-Ing review!!!!!
