"Keeping Secrets"
Chapter 7: Post It
Mochaije

Disclaimer: "Proof of Purchase" spoilers, but other than that the plot is mine. I own Milla's character post-faking-being-Max.
Summary: Max's somehat patched-up life gets more complicated.
Rating: PG 13
A/N: Italics are thoughts, obviously.

The elevaor door squeaked open and she heard Bling swear. "Max, get away, get to your apartment or something, quickly!" The cure didn't work, she thought, crying as the elevator descended to the ground. That's it, then. I'll have to pack up and move. If I even get anywhere near Logan... The elevator jarred to stop, as did her seizure. She decided to get home, take some Trytophan, not think about killing Milla, not think about almost killing Logan, have a shower and a good cry. She also needed some sleep. She would call in the morning and sort this out. Blinking back tears, she tore away on her bike.

The sores dissappeared from Logan's arms again. He was tired. Bling was explaining what was happening but he couldn't be be bothered with it.

"We'll have to make you some papers... Out of town... Max can't come within thirty feet of you... Too dangerous... Was just a load of BS."

"What? Why can't Max come near me? She didn't have the virus, Milla did. You're confusing me, Bling." Logan put on his glasses. Bling was sitting across from him, in the living room.

"Look, we'll sort this out later. Max is probably a wreck. I'm going to go downstairs and put my laundry in the dryer, my clothes are gonna smell bad." He stood up and patted Logan on the shoulder, then left, waited for the elevator, went downstairs, into the laundry room, and there was Max, lying on the ground, unconscious, half-covered in a bedsheet-

Bling checked her pulse. It was too low to even bother. She'd be dead in a few minutes. She looked like she'd snapped her own neck, after lying down under a sheet. He put her outside in a dumpster. I didn't think she'd ever do that to herself, Bling shook his head and took a Post-It note out of his pocket, and wrote:

R.I.P.
Max Guevera
2000 - 2021

He couldn't think of anything nice to say underneath that, and so he stuck the Post-It to the dumpster. What the hell am I going to tell Logan...

Max skidded to a stop suddenly. I left Milla's body in a laundry room, I'm so horrible, I kill her and then leave her there... She turned back towards Foggle Towers to give Milla a proper burial.

She dismounted the bike in the parking lot when a white bed sheet poking out of a dumpster caught her eye. She jumped up and looked into the dumpster. Milla's lifeless face looked up at her. Biting back vomit, she jumped back down. I wonder who found her? Couldn't be Logan, or his body would be not far off... Oh God, Logan, please stay in the penthouse. She saw a small Post-It note. Reading it, she recognized Bling's handwriting. Had he thought suicide? He had definitely thought it was her, anyway.

This is perfect. Just leave town - Everyone will think you're dead, no one will be coming after you, not until they figure out that the body is actually Milla. She sped out of town.

"Hey, Bling," Logan was standing in the kitchen, making dinner, trying to be normal even though he would never see Max again, even though he'd never get to be with her, even though he'd never get to kiss her again...

"You'll never believe what I found." Bling swallowed. "Max committed suicide... I found her in the laundry room..."

Bling's words hit Logan like a tonne of bricks. "What? You have to be kidding," he remembered that Milla had a small implant that, if triggered, would make her kill him. Max had looked like she'd do anything to prevent that from happening.

Logan looked at the man with a pained expression. "How long was her hair?"

"Past her shoulders, and straight-"

"That's Milla, Bling..."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but there's been a block ordered on this I.D. of yours," the Sector Cop handed Max back her I.D. and turned to the next person.

"Aw, c'mon, can't a girl deliver a package?"

"Fine, but don't tell anyone... Go ahead," he nodded. She smiled and left marks in the road as she floored her bike.

Logan pulled up to the Sector Checkpoint minutes after Max did. I have to talk to her... He parke the Aztek and he and Bling climbed out. He found a Sector Cop and interrogated him.

"You let any Max Gueveras through lately?" The cop nodded at him and waved some more people through. Logan was getting the jist that he wouldn't get anything out of anyone here. He and Bling climbed back into the Aztek as his cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"It's Max."

"Max... What happened to Milla?"

"She was trying to kill you. Never mind."

"Well, where are you?"

"Far away. Please don't chase me, there's no more antidote..."

"Max, we'll find the doctor, get him to make you something for this-"

"Don't you get it? He didn't cook this up, it's a repurcussion of what he did to Milla. It's too dangerous for us to be in the same town. If I can find someone to fix-"

"Max, please, come back..." There was a click on the other end of the line.