Spoilers: Some from the Pilot in the form of flash backs.
Chapter 3: The gift
"Who sent it?" Logan asked, still staring into the box.
"No return address." Max replied, also stumped.
"Huh."
"Can I get it out?"
"I don't see why not..."
Max hardly waited for him to answer, before she lugged it out into full view. Walking around it slowly, she let out a low whistle ((It's so beautiful! I've always wanted to get it...still...who would pay for one, and then give it away?))
After Max had pulled it out, Logan inspected the not quite so empty box.
"There's more Max." he said, pulling from the box, another smaller one.
"More? Damn! Whoever sent this stuff must want something from us!"
"Who knows, maybe you have a secret admirer somewhere."
What Logan didn't know, is that those words were only too true.
"Sure, one that sends expensive gifts?"
"Could be." He shrugged and set down yet another box, which Max opened right away.
"Awww!!" Was her immediate response to the contents. "In a few more weeks Lizzy will be able to use it! It's adorable!"
Logan was used to by now, the scattered comments and actions that were very un-Max like, so he wasn't too surprised at her reaction.
"Yeah, it's cute..." he began, insure of what to say.
"Don't worry, she won't get a real one till she's older." Max told him, trying to hide a smile. ((He's so protective of her!!))
"That's good to hear." Logan exclaimed, letting out the breath he had been
holding.
"Hey, there's a note!" Max said, opening the small folded paper that had been tucked in the smaller of the boxes. She read it out loud.
"Hey baby sister,
Here's some things to make up for the missed engagement party, wedding, and the baby shower gifts. Take care of my niece.
Zack."
By the end of the letter, Max was sniffing back tears, and Logan was quickly at her side on the floor, pulling her into his arms.
((Baby sister...he's finally come to grips with it...)) Logan thought, as Max said,
"I wonder where he got this stuff. It's not like many people these days have money laying around."
"Probably same way you got money before you came crashing into my life." Logan smiled, and kissed the top of her head, remembering that night, that fateful night, that changed his life.
*flash*
"Put it down! Now!"
The black clad figure slowly dropped her bag, and turned around to face him.
"Lauren...you and Sophy okay?" he asked, looking in on them, still keeping the gun trained on the girl.
"Yeah...we're okay."
"Peter!" he hollered, keeping his eyes on the intruder, as he knew her to be then.
"If he's the side of beef, he's fine, but give him a minute." was the smart reply. He
looked down at Peter, then back to the intruder.
"You're a thief?" he asked, looking her over, hopeful. ((she reminds me of a cat...cat suit...very nice...Wait a minute! What am I thinking! She breaks into my penthouse, don't ask my how she got past the security, attempts to steal My property, And takes out my bodyguard? Who does she think she is?))
"Girl's got to make a living." she answered, shrugging.
((well...I can understand that...)) "Thank God." ((So that's all she's here for.
Good.))
"First time I ever heard that one." she smiled slightly at him.
((She's....beautiful. What a smile...those lips...)) "I was expecting someone else." he offered as way of an explanation.
"Guess it wasn't the pizza delivery guy." she responded, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows slightly for a moment.
((Who is she? I have to know.)) "We're just a little tense right now." ((phew, am I the only one? Is it hot in here or what? Oh wait, that's her...) "You have good taste. French, 1920s, a tribute to Chitarus." he tried to change the subject, to something safe. Something that wouldn't have him thinking...those things.
"Whoever that is." All the time, her expression was calm. No trace of anxiety.
Nothing.
"Oh. So... What, you liked it 'cause it was shiny?" ((Please don't let her be just like everyone else, please))
"No, because it's the Egyptian goddess Bast, the goddess who comprehends all goddesses, eye of Ra, protector, avenger, destroyer...giver of life who lives forever." she started to back away as the 'side of beef' rose,
((maybe she's a reincarnation of that same Bast...she's beautiful enough...and smart...Goddess like.)) "Stay back, Peter. Security's on the way." Logan warned, still watching the lithe form of the thief at all times.
"I'd love to hang and discuss art, but I got to jet. By the way, I love your show." she said, debilitating Peter, and backing towards the windows.
((She's not going to get out...I need to create a distraction so she can...))
"Building security!" There was a crash near the front of the penthouse as the door broke open. ((Great...now what am I going to do...say she's a friend?))
"Hold your fire!" he yelled at the security guards as they came rushing into the room. Just then, the thief went running towards the window. He watched, stunned, as she dove head first though one. Hurrying to the ruined window, he looked down. There she was, looking up at him. Then running away over the buildings. ((How? That's impossible! I Need to find out.))
*end flash*
And found out he had. As seemed to be happening lately, something interrupted their quite reminiscing. In this case, it was Bling.
"Hey gu-" he began, walking into the room. "Whoa" was all he could say when he saw the lavish gifts.
"Hey Bling." Max said, looking up at him from her position on the floor.
"Ah...hi Max. Logan...What's all this?" he asked, gesturing towards the box and it's prior contents.
"A present." Logan answered.
"From Zack." Max added.
Bling opened his mouth to say something, but the look on both Max's, and Logan's faces, suggested he better think otherwise.
Just as he was about to leave the room, Max's eyes began to gleam...and she asked, "Bling? Could you watch Lizzy till we get back?"
"Sure. But back from where?"
"Test drive." she answered, grinning madly, dangling a set of keys from her fingertips. She jumped up from the floor, dragging Logan with her. "Let's go!"
Logan just nodded helplessly as he began wheeling it to the elevator. "We could be a while." he said to Bling, who grinned and shooed them out the door.
Just then, Elizabeth woke up and starting crying. Almost simultaneously, Max was by her side, comforting her.
Logan laughed, and said, "At this rate we'll never get out!"
"Sorry..." Max smiled sheepishly, "It's just that we haven't ever left her before..."
"It'll be fine." Logan insisted, as Bling added,
"I'll take care of her."
Max nodded slowly, a grin slowly finding it's way across her face again. This time, Logan led her out of the penthouse. Once they were in the elevator, though, there was no turning back. Logan chuckled to himself, and Max turned to face him.
"What's so funny?" she demanded, lightly slapping him on the arm.
"Oh, nothing." he replied, but still couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
"What? Tell me!" Max fixed him with one of her, you better, or else, looks.
"Oh ok! It's not that funny anyway! It's just that when we first met...the last thing I thought you were, was the motherly type."
"Me too...but I like kids." Max answered simply.
"Good. Want to try for another one?" he grinned and tried to dodge the slap that he knew was coming his way.
"Not any time soon! But that doesn't mean we can't..."
"Gotcha."
"Good." she flashed him a megawatt smile, "Now, let's ride!"
*flash*
"...You're going to have to take it slow." ((like hell he will!))
"I don't want to take it slow. I want to go fast."
"Oh, yeah?" She smiled at him slyly.
"Yeah."
"Well, in that case... There's something I've been wanting to do with you ever since we first met. I think you might be up for it."
Logan and Max were speeding down the deserted streets, Logan driving, and having the time of his life!
"Shift. Shift!" Max yelled above the roar of the wind.
"Woo-hoo!"
((Yeah, there's always tomorrow, but there's a lot of stuff Logan and I have never
had to face before and it's feeling like tomorrow we just might have to. Funny
what you can be scared of.))
*end flash*
{Foggle Towers}
"...my baby will be staying inside. No way I'm leaving it out for some thief to..."
Max was saying, as Logan so rudely cleared his throat loudly at the mention of thieves.
Max just rolled her eyes and continued, "...thief to steal it! So for now, for lack of a
better solution, it goes in Lizzy's room, next to the closet."
"Sure." Logan agreed, and wisely at that, for arguing with Max about her baby...well, her original baby, was like grabbing a tiger by the tail and trying not to get clawed.
Max, grinning all the while, wheeled her new Kawasaki Ninja ---? into place by the closet, giving it a pat before she left the room. Joining Logan on the couch, she lay on his lap, closing her eyes for a moment, in which Logan took the opportunity to deliver a kiss.
"Are you happy Max?" he asked tentatively.
"Perfectly." she replied smiling, although her eyes betrayed her as they stayed dark. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know...just ever since this morning, you've seemed...kinda, somewhere else."
"Thinking about Zack and the others. Tinga, Charlie, Case....What if someone tried to get..."
"Max, Manticore is gone, finished. They wouldn't have had enough left to restart, or enough time for that matter." Logan answered her unspoken fears. What if they came for Elizabeth? Oh God, it made him sick just to think about it! Never again. Never.
"I know...it's just...I've got this feeling that there's someone still out there...searching for me. You know?" Max gazed up at Logan from her position in his lap, trustingly, looking for an answer in his eyes.
"I know angel. I know."
end chapter 3
Chapter 3: The gift
"Who sent it?" Logan asked, still staring into the box.
"No return address." Max replied, also stumped.
"Huh."
"Can I get it out?"
"I don't see why not..."
Max hardly waited for him to answer, before she lugged it out into full view. Walking around it slowly, she let out a low whistle ((It's so beautiful! I've always wanted to get it...still...who would pay for one, and then give it away?))
After Max had pulled it out, Logan inspected the not quite so empty box.
"There's more Max." he said, pulling from the box, another smaller one.
"More? Damn! Whoever sent this stuff must want something from us!"
"Who knows, maybe you have a secret admirer somewhere."
What Logan didn't know, is that those words were only too true.
"Sure, one that sends expensive gifts?"
"Could be." He shrugged and set down yet another box, which Max opened right away.
"Awww!!" Was her immediate response to the contents. "In a few more weeks Lizzy will be able to use it! It's adorable!"
Logan was used to by now, the scattered comments and actions that were very un-Max like, so he wasn't too surprised at her reaction.
"Yeah, it's cute..." he began, insure of what to say.
"Don't worry, she won't get a real one till she's older." Max told him, trying to hide a smile. ((He's so protective of her!!))
"That's good to hear." Logan exclaimed, letting out the breath he had been
holding.
"Hey, there's a note!" Max said, opening the small folded paper that had been tucked in the smaller of the boxes. She read it out loud.
"Hey baby sister,
Here's some things to make up for the missed engagement party, wedding, and the baby shower gifts. Take care of my niece.
Zack."
By the end of the letter, Max was sniffing back tears, and Logan was quickly at her side on the floor, pulling her into his arms.
((Baby sister...he's finally come to grips with it...)) Logan thought, as Max said,
"I wonder where he got this stuff. It's not like many people these days have money laying around."
"Probably same way you got money before you came crashing into my life." Logan smiled, and kissed the top of her head, remembering that night, that fateful night, that changed his life.
*flash*
"Put it down! Now!"
The black clad figure slowly dropped her bag, and turned around to face him.
"Lauren...you and Sophy okay?" he asked, looking in on them, still keeping the gun trained on the girl.
"Yeah...we're okay."
"Peter!" he hollered, keeping his eyes on the intruder, as he knew her to be then.
"If he's the side of beef, he's fine, but give him a minute." was the smart reply. He
looked down at Peter, then back to the intruder.
"You're a thief?" he asked, looking her over, hopeful. ((she reminds me of a cat...cat suit...very nice...Wait a minute! What am I thinking! She breaks into my penthouse, don't ask my how she got past the security, attempts to steal My property, And takes out my bodyguard? Who does she think she is?))
"Girl's got to make a living." she answered, shrugging.
((well...I can understand that...)) "Thank God." ((So that's all she's here for.
Good.))
"First time I ever heard that one." she smiled slightly at him.
((She's....beautiful. What a smile...those lips...)) "I was expecting someone else." he offered as way of an explanation.
"Guess it wasn't the pizza delivery guy." she responded, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows slightly for a moment.
((Who is she? I have to know.)) "We're just a little tense right now." ((phew, am I the only one? Is it hot in here or what? Oh wait, that's her...) "You have good taste. French, 1920s, a tribute to Chitarus." he tried to change the subject, to something safe. Something that wouldn't have him thinking...those things.
"Whoever that is." All the time, her expression was calm. No trace of anxiety.
Nothing.
"Oh. So... What, you liked it 'cause it was shiny?" ((Please don't let her be just like everyone else, please))
"No, because it's the Egyptian goddess Bast, the goddess who comprehends all goddesses, eye of Ra, protector, avenger, destroyer...giver of life who lives forever." she started to back away as the 'side of beef' rose,
((maybe she's a reincarnation of that same Bast...she's beautiful enough...and smart...Goddess like.)) "Stay back, Peter. Security's on the way." Logan warned, still watching the lithe form of the thief at all times.
"I'd love to hang and discuss art, but I got to jet. By the way, I love your show." she said, debilitating Peter, and backing towards the windows.
((She's not going to get out...I need to create a distraction so she can...))
"Building security!" There was a crash near the front of the penthouse as the door broke open. ((Great...now what am I going to do...say she's a friend?))
"Hold your fire!" he yelled at the security guards as they came rushing into the room. Just then, the thief went running towards the window. He watched, stunned, as she dove head first though one. Hurrying to the ruined window, he looked down. There she was, looking up at him. Then running away over the buildings. ((How? That's impossible! I Need to find out.))
*end flash*
And found out he had. As seemed to be happening lately, something interrupted their quite reminiscing. In this case, it was Bling.
"Hey gu-" he began, walking into the room. "Whoa" was all he could say when he saw the lavish gifts.
"Hey Bling." Max said, looking up at him from her position on the floor.
"Ah...hi Max. Logan...What's all this?" he asked, gesturing towards the box and it's prior contents.
"A present." Logan answered.
"From Zack." Max added.
Bling opened his mouth to say something, but the look on both Max's, and Logan's faces, suggested he better think otherwise.
Just as he was about to leave the room, Max's eyes began to gleam...and she asked, "Bling? Could you watch Lizzy till we get back?"
"Sure. But back from where?"
"Test drive." she answered, grinning madly, dangling a set of keys from her fingertips. She jumped up from the floor, dragging Logan with her. "Let's go!"
Logan just nodded helplessly as he began wheeling it to the elevator. "We could be a while." he said to Bling, who grinned and shooed them out the door.
Just then, Elizabeth woke up and starting crying. Almost simultaneously, Max was by her side, comforting her.
Logan laughed, and said, "At this rate we'll never get out!"
"Sorry..." Max smiled sheepishly, "It's just that we haven't ever left her before..."
"It'll be fine." Logan insisted, as Bling added,
"I'll take care of her."
Max nodded slowly, a grin slowly finding it's way across her face again. This time, Logan led her out of the penthouse. Once they were in the elevator, though, there was no turning back. Logan chuckled to himself, and Max turned to face him.
"What's so funny?" she demanded, lightly slapping him on the arm.
"Oh, nothing." he replied, but still couldn't wipe the grin off his face.
"What? Tell me!" Max fixed him with one of her, you better, or else, looks.
"Oh ok! It's not that funny anyway! It's just that when we first met...the last thing I thought you were, was the motherly type."
"Me too...but I like kids." Max answered simply.
"Good. Want to try for another one?" he grinned and tried to dodge the slap that he knew was coming his way.
"Not any time soon! But that doesn't mean we can't..."
"Gotcha."
"Good." she flashed him a megawatt smile, "Now, let's ride!"
*flash*
"...You're going to have to take it slow." ((like hell he will!))
"I don't want to take it slow. I want to go fast."
"Oh, yeah?" She smiled at him slyly.
"Yeah."
"Well, in that case... There's something I've been wanting to do with you ever since we first met. I think you might be up for it."
Logan and Max were speeding down the deserted streets, Logan driving, and having the time of his life!
"Shift. Shift!" Max yelled above the roar of the wind.
"Woo-hoo!"
((Yeah, there's always tomorrow, but there's a lot of stuff Logan and I have never
had to face before and it's feeling like tomorrow we just might have to. Funny
what you can be scared of.))
*end flash*
{Foggle Towers}
"...my baby will be staying inside. No way I'm leaving it out for some thief to..."
Max was saying, as Logan so rudely cleared his throat loudly at the mention of thieves.
Max just rolled her eyes and continued, "...thief to steal it! So for now, for lack of a
better solution, it goes in Lizzy's room, next to the closet."
"Sure." Logan agreed, and wisely at that, for arguing with Max about her baby...well, her original baby, was like grabbing a tiger by the tail and trying not to get clawed.
Max, grinning all the while, wheeled her new Kawasaki Ninja ---? into place by the closet, giving it a pat before she left the room. Joining Logan on the couch, she lay on his lap, closing her eyes for a moment, in which Logan took the opportunity to deliver a kiss.
"Are you happy Max?" he asked tentatively.
"Perfectly." she replied smiling, although her eyes betrayed her as they stayed dark. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know...just ever since this morning, you've seemed...kinda, somewhere else."
"Thinking about Zack and the others. Tinga, Charlie, Case....What if someone tried to get..."
"Max, Manticore is gone, finished. They wouldn't have had enough left to restart, or enough time for that matter." Logan answered her unspoken fears. What if they came for Elizabeth? Oh God, it made him sick just to think about it! Never again. Never.
"I know...it's just...I've got this feeling that there's someone still out there...searching for me. You know?" Max gazed up at Logan from her position in his lap, trustingly, looking for an answer in his eyes.
"I know angel. I know."
end chapter 3
