One Catch
Winking Tiger • Mblab6@aol.com
Author's Notes: I want to give a big thanks to the few that are still following this. It's you, and your reviews, that keeps me writing more!
Okay, okay, I know such major angst! Agh! I really didn't try to have this full of so much angst! It's just kind of taken over, eek! I'm trying my best to get this resolved with a less angst ending. And just to let you all know, if you hadn't figured out yet, I don't write fast. I don't get inspired all the time, and I like to have things planned out to some extreme with some left already done before posting. However, I've been breaking all of those the past few chapters. I'm trying, sorry!
One last quick note, sorry! Apparently size, text size, doesn't make a difference. Though I tend to lean to the longer fics, you all don't. So, I'm not too worried, but I'm sorry if it bothers some of you, but this chapter happens to be really short. And this AN seems to be almost longer than the chapter, sorry!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Fox's. But I do own Arlyn, and the O'Briens.
Chapter 8
So maybe he won't be able to work it out, but he's trying-for me. But there's nothing else I can do now, it's all in someone else's hands, trust worthy hands though.
And with that, Logan had busied himself with other things. Days and weeks became just a flurry of Eyes Only hacks, searching for info, long hours at the computer, and occasionally eating, sleeping, showering, and thinking of Max only when absolutely necessary – though his belief was that it was always necessary, the amount of was reduced dramatically. But suddenly, something wasn't the same anymore. Something … different. Different just happened to be the phone, ringing.
After realizing that the different had in fact been the ringing phone, he made immediate efforts to pick it up.
Wonder who it is? Wasn't expecting anyone. Well, sounds like some is on the line. It would happen to be? "That … well … here's … he takes it … such … enough … him … find out … dead." Well, he was able to think after taking a deep breath and trying his damndest to stay calm, that's gotta be Ar. Though from what I heard, he's gonna give me some news. Bad news, not good … oh god no!
"Ar?"
"Logan?"
"Yeah, I'm here. You were the one to call, remember?"
"Oh. Sorry."
"Find out what Ar? It doesn't matter how bad it is, just tell me, please?"
"What?"
"You just said something about me taking something once you told me."
"I said that?"
"Yeah, that's what I heard you saying when I first picked up."
"No!"
"That's what I heard. I may have lost many things, but I'm pretty sure my hearing's not one of them."
"I said that. Out loud?"
"I heard it."
"Eh. I didn't mean to say it – out loud. More like to myself."
"Well, now you've said--whether you wanted to or not—and there's no point in keeping quiet about it now."
"Well …"
"Yeah?"
"I haven't been able to do much of anything productive for you, virus wise. But, I … well, while I was walking down and K … I think I may have found her."
"What?"
"I think I may have found Max, your Max."
"So what, you're telling me, you know where she is?"
"Yeah."
Oh my god! Max! He's found her! I know where she is, now.
"See …"
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