There He Was
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I am getting no money
Summery: An evil plot by Zach to break up Max and
Logan
A/N: This
takes place during the time that the last time Zach saw Logan he could
walk. I warn you this is a rather
anti-Zach piece, and he is uncharacteristically evil
There he was, alone at his computer again. As usual, the work had stretched for hours,
and hours into the night. Logan Cale,
the eyes behind Eyes Only, yawned and stretched. His eyes were sore and tired; his back ached from stooping over
the keys. He took off his glasses and
laid them next to the keyboard. He
turned off the computer and gave his eyes a good rubbing. He yawned and rolled
over to the arm of the sofa farthest away from the desk and his computer. There
he clamped on the wheel locks so he wouldn't have the chair roll out from under
him as he got on the sofa. Holding
onto the arm of the couch he pulled himself onto the couch and lay down,
leaving his wheelchair behind the arm of the sofa. He planned to just rest for a little while before going back to
his computer. It was all of 2 minutes
before he was asleep.
There he was, asleep on his
couch. Through the window Zach could
see Logan peacefully dreaming, "About her no doubt" he muttered. Why was she still in Seattle? It was so dangerous for her here. She stayed here because of him; it was
obvious. This was for her own good. It was his job to protect them; he couldn't
let her stay here any longer. Logan
didn't deserve her anyway. He was weak,
too weak to make Max happy.
Zach easily gained entrance
into Cale's apartment and traversed the distance between the window and couch
in a second. He looked down at the
journalist's serene face and sneered.
He really didn't like Logan Cale.
He pulled the unlabeled brown glass bottle and dingy white rag from his
pocket and poured a generous amount of the chloroform onto the rag. "I really can't wait to get rid of
you." With that he held the rag to
Logan's nose. Logan jerked, still
asleep, and went limp again. "So easy" Zach muttered. He walked over to the desk and picked up the phone, dialed the
number, waited a moment, said simply, "We're ready" and hung up the phone. He walked back to the couch and rolled his
eyes, time to finish the plan and complete the objective. Taking a firm hold of Logan's right forearm
he pulled the unconscious body off the couch, over his shoulder, and grabbed
him behind his leg in a standard fireman's carry. He noticed the journalist's glasses next to the computer and
shoved them in his pocket. He carried
Logan into his bedroom. The room was
average size, but rather bare. It was
clear this was not where Logan spent most of his time. The room did have a bed
against the right wall and Zach dropped his burden on the right side of the
bed. He threw his shoes and socks on the floor and smiled cruelly as he knelt
on the bed and undid the little round buttons on Logan's shirt and took off his
gray slacks. "You dress like an old
man." Zach informed his victim, strewing the pants on the floor near the
socks. Leaving Logan in his plaid
boxers and open shirt Zach covered him with the blanket.
He was interrupted by a quite knock
on the front door. Hopping off his knees and onto the floor Zach walked to the
door and pulled it open. In the hall
was a tall delicate woman with long blonde hair, the very opposite of Max. She was dressed in a very short black skirt
and one of the lowest cut V-neck shirts Zach had ever seen. She was a whore. "Come in.," he told her.
"Thank You, I'm Tiffani" she smiled
coyly. "What exactly is it you want me
to do?" She moved slowly incredibly close to Zach as she spoke. He pushed her back a little.
"Not me, come in the bedroom." He led her to the sleeping Logan. She pursed her lips and nodded in silent approval
of the dozing form on the bed, he was totally hot, that made her job a lot more
fun. "I just want you to sleep with
him."
"Uh huh, the usual, I assume we'll
do it when he wakes up. So who are you
to him anyway? With his looks I doubt
he needs his buddy to buy him women."
"I don't want you to have sex with
him, I want you to sleep in the bed with him."
"Just sleep in the bed with him? Is
he like, some kinky psycho?"
"No, he's a very deep sleeper, he
probably won't wake up until tomorrow" he reached in his pocket and pulled out
$150. "Just remember, you've never met
me. Logan there, he picked you up last
night and paid for your services."
"So you're not his buddy"
"You could say that. Keep to the plan and you'll find another
$200"
"You're the boss," she said taking
off her shirt to reveal a red lace bra and getting into the left side of the
bed and cuddling up next to Logan. It
felt weird; this guy was so deep asleep he didn't notice her at all. If it weren't for his gentle breathing she
would have sworn the guy who had paid her was a freak who just wanted to see
her curl up with a corpse.
"Good" Zach nodded and took Cale's
glasses out of his pocket and put them on the night table on the left side of
the bed. Then Zach left to set the most
important part of his plan into action, the part where Max left Logan, and
Seattle, and ran away with him.
Max was reading when the phone
rang, deeply engrossed in her book she ignored it. It was for Kendra no doubt anyway. Surprisingly, there was a knock at the door. Kendra leaned on the doorframe half asleep
and holding out the phone. Max took it
and held it to her ear. It was Zach.
"Why" she began, but he cut her off
"Max, I'm in Seattle, I'm leaving
again tomorrow morning, please come with me this time."
"Zach, you know I can't. My life is here."
"You mean he is here"
"Zach"
"Never mind, if you want to come,
I'll be at the 23rd St. bus station at 11am." Then he hung up.
"That was weird, I thought Zach
understood, my home is here." It was
also odd for him to give her that information; it was dangerous to give away
his location when he knew it wouldn't matter to her. She did care about him; he was her brother. She wanted to see him
but she wouldn't put him in danger by slowing him down with a visit when she
knew she wasn't going to go with him.
It was 9:30 when she knocked on
Logan's door. There was no answer, "He
must still be asleep" she smiled taking care of the lock and walking into the
apartment. She threw her jacket on the
couch and wondered how much longer he'd sleep.
Just then she heard noise coming from the bedroom. "Not long" she mumbled. She hoped he'd make her breakfast. Then she heard a loud, long, low moan and a
yelp of surprise and without thinking rushed to Logan's bedroom, the door was
open.
What she saw felt like a knife
straight through her heart. There he
was, in bed with another woman. Max
could barely breath, her chest simply wouldn't move. "Max!" he gasped fumbling to find his glasses.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know" she
managed to say, backing out of the room.
"No, Max, it's not what "
"No, it's Ok Logan, you're both
adults"
"Max" he pleaded
"It's fine, it's not like we're
together, you can just live your life." She couldn't keep the anger from her
voice
"This isn't what it looks like" he
assured her putting on his glasses. By this time Tiffani had extracted herself
from the bed and was now looking for her shoes and shirt. She found them and began dressing. Max couldn't stand to look at her. She turned and stormed out of the room. She could hear Logan calling her name as she
walked towards the door. She couldn't
believe it, he didn't want her, he wanted this little blonde thing. She didn't belong here, she glanced at her
watch, she still had time to catch Zach.
She was grabbing her coat off the
back of the couch when she finally realized things didn't add up. On the other side of the couch was Logan's
wheelchair, with the wheel locks still on.
Even if Logan and his twinkie had been doing something where the chair
would be in the way, the twinkie wouldn't have put the wheel locks back on
after she moved it. Thinking back to
moments ago something else occurred to her, Logan was sleeping against the
wall, he normally slept on the left so he could get in and out of his
wheelchair. His nightstand was on the
left so he could get his glasses, this morning he had been struggling his way
across the bed to get to them. Why
would he have struggled over there to begin with during his "night of passion"
with the twinkie? Probably would have
killed the mood.
About this time the twinkie,
Tiffani, made the grievous error of trying to leave. Max pushed her against the front door, hard. "Look, this is between you and Logan" she
managed to get out.
"Look things aren't adding up, why
don't you tell me what went on here last night."
"I'm not telling you anything you
lunatic. Whoever you are, talk to him
about it, just let me go." Max pushed
her against the door again, harder.
"Tell Me," she ordered coldly,
Tiffani broke
"Alright, fine, $200 isn't enough
to get killed over. I didn't have sex
with your man. I just got paid to sleep
next to him, and I assume to be here when you showed up."
"Who paid you?"
"Some tall, blonde guy who was here
last night. That's all I know, please
let me go" Max obeyed and Tiffani ran as fast as an X-5 out the door and down
the hall.
Max turns and walked back to
Logan's bedroom. He was still there of
course, confined to bed until he got his chair back. He was sitting more
towards the middle of the bed, hunched forward with his face in his hands,
quite possibly crying softly. He knew it was over. She was gone, he would probably never see her again and she hated
him. He didn't even understand what had happened. Standing in the doorway she cleared her throat. He looked up at her; just one tear clung to
his lashes.
"I thought you left," he said
incredulously. Before she could respond he started talking again. "I want you to know I don't have feelings
for that woman, I don't even know her name, or how she got here, the last thing
I remember is going to sleep on the couch.
I know you're not my girlfriend or anything, but I really care about
you. Max, you have to believe me, I
wouldn't do that to you, I have no idea what happened."
"I know" she walked over to him,
licked her finger, ran it right over the stubble under his nose, and licked it
again. Her suspicions were correct.
"Chloroform" she told him "you were out colder than Alaska in December.
I think it was Zach. He called last
night saying he was in town and wanted me to leave with him." She was growing angry "He was manipulating
me the whole time. He knew after I saw
you with that other woman, I wouldn't want to stay here. He played me for a fool. I was about to go running into his arms."
"But you didn't, why?"
"I saw your chair, and I remembered
how the scene didn't add up. Remember
last time Zach saw you, you could walk, I guess that's why he forgot about the
chair. I scared the rest of the story from our little friend before she left."
"I'm glad we got the truth, I
couldn't stand you leaving and not understanding why" Logan admitted
"I can't imagine you hurting me
that way, my heart just stopped."
"I'm sorry"
"I don't know what we have between
us, friendship, something more, but until we figure it out can you do me a
favor and not let me catch you in bed with other women?"
"No problem, I feel the same
way. Now can you do me a favor and get
my chair? I'll make breakfast."
Max smiled, "Are you going to put
pants on?" Logan blushed, he was still bare-chested and in his underwear.
"Yes, I would like those too." Max was still smiling as she picked up his
pants and handed them to him. She had
to admit, he had a great body. What was
she thinking? All this was over Logan,
her boss, her friend, this was all too confusing. When she returned with the
chair Logan had pants and his shirt was buttoned up.
"Ready for breakfast?" he asked
sliding into his chair.
"Sure am, after what I was put
through this morning, I deserve eggs, and bacon, and hash browns, and toast
with lots of butter"
"Alright, your wish is my command."
The End