Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not owned by me. However, if I kidnapped James
Cameron… Well, that's a plan for another day.
A/N: This story totally ran away from me. I couldn't help it. However, I did enjoy looking into Aunt Margo's evilness. Tee hee
A/N2: I know this chapter isn't really full of action. I wrote it because I don't like Jonas and Margo because they're so mean to Logan. (
"Excuse me." Max had to clamp her mouth shut to avoid laughing into Margo's face. "I have to go to the ladies room."
As Max stood up to leave, Margo said, "I think I'll join you."
Max shot Logan a triumphant smile. This part of the plan had been the shakiest, not knowing whether Logan's Aunt Margo would actually follow Max to the bathroom.
Max walked quickly to the bathroom, leaving Margo to trail silently behind her. //God.// She thought. // I do not want to come to blows with this woman. Just get the info and get out. That's what I'll do.//
As Max entered the bathroom, she held the door open for Margo. The older woman just glared at her silently, and scoped out the bathroom for other people before she said anything.
"You know, Max" Margo said, spitting Max's name out as if it were poison. "I know what you're up to. You don't fool me."
Max gave Margo an innocent look and shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said with an even tone.
"Don't play innocent with me." Margo hissed. "You just want his money and his status."
"Is this about the locket?" Max asked innocently. //Of course it is, you old bag. So pathetic.//
Margo's eyes gave the obvious answer away, despite her attempts to deny it. "No it is not." She answered. "I am looking out for the best interests of my nephew."
Max nearly burst out laughing. //She actually thinks I'm that dumb? I must be a better actor than I thought.//
"You're looking out for Logan's interests?" Max was really enjoying this now. "You don't know the first thing about Logan."
"Oh really?" Margo challenged "It may be that I don't know all of Logan's personal details, but that's not the kind of relationship I have with him."
"Oh, don't kid yourself." Max snarled. "Logan knows all about you and your husband's personal details. He's just too smart to let a thief like you in on them."
"I am a thief?" Margo spat. "What about you? You stole my locket, and you're calling me a thief?"
"Stealing from a thief isn't really stealing." Max said calmly.
"Well, if you insist on calling me a thief, then at least explain yourself" Margo was nervous. //What if she does know?//
"OK." Max said coolly. "It involves your husband and a group of rather violent thieves." Max waited for Margo's reaction.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She said quietly.
"Oh, you do. But I don't need your confirmation of the facts to tell you that your husband is going down. And you're going with him."
At that, Max stalked out of the bathroom and back to the dinner table. She shot Logan a quick glance that said 'mission accomplished' and smiled.
The plan for the night was to continue from the restaurant to a café for coffee. Max pulled Logan aside as they were leaving, while Jonas and Margo were handling the bill.
"Are you OK?" Logan asked, concerned. //God knows what Margo said to her about me. About us.//
"I'm fine." Max smiled. //He's so cute when he cares.// She sighed. "She knows Logan."
"Are you sure?" Logan asked.
"Well, she didn't admit it, but were we expecting that?" Max said kindly. //I know it's hard for him to condemn his family. But they deserve it.//
Logan sighed. "OK. Well, on with the plan." Logan suddenly smiled. "If I remember correctly, the next part is for laughs."
Max smiled. "Yep. Just like the locket."
"And after that, we get the bad guys." Logan said sadly.
Max turned and hugged Logan around the waist. "I know this is hard, but what he is doing is wrong." Max said.
"I know." Logan sighed.
A/N: This story totally ran away from me. I couldn't help it. However, I did enjoy looking into Aunt Margo's evilness. Tee hee
A/N2: I know this chapter isn't really full of action. I wrote it because I don't like Jonas and Margo because they're so mean to Logan. (
"Excuse me." Max had to clamp her mouth shut to avoid laughing into Margo's face. "I have to go to the ladies room."
As Max stood up to leave, Margo said, "I think I'll join you."
Max shot Logan a triumphant smile. This part of the plan had been the shakiest, not knowing whether Logan's Aunt Margo would actually follow Max to the bathroom.
Max walked quickly to the bathroom, leaving Margo to trail silently behind her. //God.// She thought. // I do not want to come to blows with this woman. Just get the info and get out. That's what I'll do.//
As Max entered the bathroom, she held the door open for Margo. The older woman just glared at her silently, and scoped out the bathroom for other people before she said anything.
"You know, Max" Margo said, spitting Max's name out as if it were poison. "I know what you're up to. You don't fool me."
Max gave Margo an innocent look and shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said with an even tone.
"Don't play innocent with me." Margo hissed. "You just want his money and his status."
"Is this about the locket?" Max asked innocently. //Of course it is, you old bag. So pathetic.//
Margo's eyes gave the obvious answer away, despite her attempts to deny it. "No it is not." She answered. "I am looking out for the best interests of my nephew."
Max nearly burst out laughing. //She actually thinks I'm that dumb? I must be a better actor than I thought.//
"You're looking out for Logan's interests?" Max was really enjoying this now. "You don't know the first thing about Logan."
"Oh really?" Margo challenged "It may be that I don't know all of Logan's personal details, but that's not the kind of relationship I have with him."
"Oh, don't kid yourself." Max snarled. "Logan knows all about you and your husband's personal details. He's just too smart to let a thief like you in on them."
"I am a thief?" Margo spat. "What about you? You stole my locket, and you're calling me a thief?"
"Stealing from a thief isn't really stealing." Max said calmly.
"Well, if you insist on calling me a thief, then at least explain yourself" Margo was nervous. //What if she does know?//
"OK." Max said coolly. "It involves your husband and a group of rather violent thieves." Max waited for Margo's reaction.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She said quietly.
"Oh, you do. But I don't need your confirmation of the facts to tell you that your husband is going down. And you're going with him."
At that, Max stalked out of the bathroom and back to the dinner table. She shot Logan a quick glance that said 'mission accomplished' and smiled.
The plan for the night was to continue from the restaurant to a café for coffee. Max pulled Logan aside as they were leaving, while Jonas and Margo were handling the bill.
"Are you OK?" Logan asked, concerned. //God knows what Margo said to her about me. About us.//
"I'm fine." Max smiled. //He's so cute when he cares.// She sighed. "She knows Logan."
"Are you sure?" Logan asked.
"Well, she didn't admit it, but were we expecting that?" Max said kindly. //I know it's hard for him to condemn his family. But they deserve it.//
Logan sighed. "OK. Well, on with the plan." Logan suddenly smiled. "If I remember correctly, the next part is for laughs."
Max smiled. "Yep. Just like the locket."
"And after that, we get the bad guys." Logan said sadly.
Max turned and hugged Logan around the waist. "I know this is hard, but what he is doing is wrong." Max said.
"I know." Logan sighed.
