Disclaimer: Song isn't mine, Dark Angel is Fox ect. ect. (to see who,
exactly, owns it go check out somebody else's fic. I'm too lazy) The only
things I own are my obsessions.
A/N: If you know me, you KNEW this was coming-- it was inevitable. I'm done fighting it, and I'm giving in to my hopeless romantic of a muse.
Rating: PG verging on PG13
Summery: Max/Logan songfic while Max was still in Manticore-- why did Logan believe she was alive? Even if you HATE this song, as I'm sure many of you do, please R/R just for the hell of it… I think it will actually turn out pretty well!
Logan sighed as he lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He missed Max so much, he didn't know what to do with himself. It had been two months and he was getting better, getting up and working, cooking, writing… but he didn't sleep. He couldn't. When he did, she was in his dreams and when he woke it was like he was loosing her all over again. He slowly sat up as Bling walked in and handed him a cup of tea.
"Logan, you need to sleep. You can't do this to yourself."
Logan shook his head. "I can't sleep, Bling. I miss her too much. It's like she's haunting me." He took a big swig of the tea, letting the liquid burn his mouth and leave a trail of fire down his throat.
Suddenly he felt very tired. He felt Bling take the cup form him, and faintly heard his voice.
"Sorry, Logan, but I didn't have a choice."
Every night in my heart I see you, I feel you- That is how I know you go on;
Logan sighed as he found himself standing in a room that looked too familiar. The ballroom where he and Max had danced the first time… and every time since. The place he always returned to. The place that made him believe in his heart she was still alive. He looked around, then at himself, noting his change from his grungy comfortable clothes that he wore to work at home to a tux.
He groaned. "Uhh, Bling!" he moaned as he listened to the music. He listened to the lyrics, faintly remembering seeing the movie when his older cousin had dragged him to it. He didn't remember the plot, exactly, but he knew it was based on the sinking of the Titanic. He began to hum the tune, closing his eyes and just listening to the music. He spun around as he heard laughter behind him.
Far across the distance and spaces between us, You have come to show you go on;
Max stood in the corner of the room, watching Logan hum and sway slightly. She smiled at him when he gasped as he saw her. "What, you thought I would leave you hear all alone?"
He smiled and walked up to her. "Never know what kind of messed-up schedule they'll have you on."
Max took his hand. "Yeah… haven't seen you for a while-- you look tired. You been sleeping?"
Logan raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder, leading her around the room to the music. "No, you wore off on me."
Max raised her eyebrows. "Really. And what made you decide to sleep tonight? I've been getting the feeling you're ignoring me."
Logan mock-gasped. "Never, Max."
Max grinned and stepped closer to him. She stood on her toes and leaned over to his ear. "You didn't answer the question," she whispered seductively.
Near, Far, Wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on;
He sighed into her hair, head spinning as her scent and the feeling of having her so close surrounded him. "I know." he whispered back.
Max laughed. "Well, are you going to?"
Logan tilted his head, pulling back to look at her quizzically. "Promise not to laugh?"
Max held up three fingers. "Scout's honor."
Logan grabbed her hand, then the other, holding her hands at her sides. "Would help if I didn't know your past," he muttered.
Max groaned in exasperation. "Logan, I promise! Just tell me, okay?"
Logan dropped her hands and made a face. "Bling drugged my tea."
Max lost it. She cracked up, holding on to him for support. Logan swatted her.
"You promised not to laugh!" he cried.
Max grinned at him and sobered. "Well… I lied." As she said that, she realized just how close he was.
Once more you show me the door, And you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on.
As Logan bent to kiss her, she pulled away. She looked at him apologetically. "I don't want to go back yet."
Logan sighed and pulled her into a hug. "How are you doing?"
Max felt so warm and safe in Logan's arms she could barley answer, not wanting to bring him more pain. "I'm okay. Sometimes I swear I hear Zack screaming at night, though. It's like, I just can't believe he's dead."
Logan brushed her hair away from her face. "I know the feeling."
Max felt tears build up. "Logan…" she began. He stopped her, however, holding a finger to her lips.
Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime, And never let go 'til we're gone;
"Don't." he whispered, voice husky. "Don't say it."
Max sighed. "You need to let me go. I can't stand the thought of you hurting over me. We both knew it was bound to happen, that one of us would have to leave."
Logan pulled away, turning his back to her. "Max, no. I can't-" he voice broke. "I can't let you go, knowing you're out there, alive, hurting."
Max bit her lip. She reached out to touch his shoulder. "No more." she said. "No more crying over me, or anything else. I want to be happy right now, Logan."
Logan turned to her, seeing the single tear that rolled down her cheek. He reached out to brush it away, reveling in the feeling of her skin. "Okay." he replied, just as softly. "No more."
Max smiled at him, trying to memorize everything about him. "Dance with me?" she finally said.
Love was when I loved you, One true time I hold to, In my life we'll always go on;
Logan held out his hand, and Max placed hers in it. He pulled her to him, and they began to sway to the music. Max sighed softly out of happiness as she leaned against him. "Logan, I miss you so much…" she murmured.
Logan held her closer. "I miss you too."
Max pulled back far enough to look him in the eye. "Manticore food sucks." she informed him.
Logan burst out laughing, but quickly calmed down. "And Eyes Only can't get ANY good information anymore. Asha and her crew are good, but they aren't you."
Max suddenly felt her blood run cold. "Asha?" she asked. "Who's Asha?"
Logan smiled at her, trying to calm her. "A friend, works with a group that fights for the good side."
Max wasn't content with that answer. "Friend how?"
Logan chuckled lightly. "Miss Max, do I sense a bit of protectiveness in your voice?"
Max gave him an innocent look. "Who, me?"
Logan continued teasing. "Yes, you. I am getting the feeling you already don't like Asha very much, and I just can't figure out why."
Near, Far, Wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on;
Max made a face. "You're avoiding the question."
Logan ignored her comment. "You know, I am definitely sensing something here. Not sure what though. Maybe… jealousy?"
Max smiled at him. "Damn straight. Now, Mr. Cale, friend how?"
Logan grinned at her admission. "Business associate-friend, okay?" he cleared as he continued to dance with her around the room.
Max shook her head as she made a loud buzzer sound. "Oh, that's clear. We were business associates for, what, a year?"
Logan shook his head. "Max, Max, Max. That was denial."
Max groaned. "Don't I know it. Almost drowned in that river."
Logan laughed lightly. "Look. She's just a friend. You, Max, are this."
Once more you show me the door, And you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on.
As he bent to kiss her, Max didn't fight him. Clinging to him, she met him halfway instead. As their lips met for a split second they bot felt the floor yanked from under them as they were sent flailing back to the real world.
As Max sat up, smiling, she quickly covered it as she saw Renfro standing in the corner.
"Good. You're up, 452." she said coldly. She turned to the guard on her left. "Take her to H302, and double her dosage." With that, she turned to Max. "You won't be smiling nearly as much when you get back, 452."
Max stood up and let them lead her out of her room. As they led her down the hall, she turned back to Renfro just long enough to blow her an impudent kiss. She allowed herself one moment of glory at her expression before bracing herself for the horrors about to come. As they strapped her to the cold metal table she closed her eyes and brought up a picture of Logan, smiling at her, laughing with her. Logan, she thought, I will get back to you.
A/N: If you know me, you KNEW this was coming-- it was inevitable. I'm done fighting it, and I'm giving in to my hopeless romantic of a muse.
Rating: PG verging on PG13
Summery: Max/Logan songfic while Max was still in Manticore-- why did Logan believe she was alive? Even if you HATE this song, as I'm sure many of you do, please R/R just for the hell of it… I think it will actually turn out pretty well!
Logan sighed as he lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He missed Max so much, he didn't know what to do with himself. It had been two months and he was getting better, getting up and working, cooking, writing… but he didn't sleep. He couldn't. When he did, she was in his dreams and when he woke it was like he was loosing her all over again. He slowly sat up as Bling walked in and handed him a cup of tea.
"Logan, you need to sleep. You can't do this to yourself."
Logan shook his head. "I can't sleep, Bling. I miss her too much. It's like she's haunting me." He took a big swig of the tea, letting the liquid burn his mouth and leave a trail of fire down his throat.
Suddenly he felt very tired. He felt Bling take the cup form him, and faintly heard his voice.
"Sorry, Logan, but I didn't have a choice."
Every night in my heart I see you, I feel you- That is how I know you go on;
Logan sighed as he found himself standing in a room that looked too familiar. The ballroom where he and Max had danced the first time… and every time since. The place he always returned to. The place that made him believe in his heart she was still alive. He looked around, then at himself, noting his change from his grungy comfortable clothes that he wore to work at home to a tux.
He groaned. "Uhh, Bling!" he moaned as he listened to the music. He listened to the lyrics, faintly remembering seeing the movie when his older cousin had dragged him to it. He didn't remember the plot, exactly, but he knew it was based on the sinking of the Titanic. He began to hum the tune, closing his eyes and just listening to the music. He spun around as he heard laughter behind him.
Far across the distance and spaces between us, You have come to show you go on;
Max stood in the corner of the room, watching Logan hum and sway slightly. She smiled at him when he gasped as he saw her. "What, you thought I would leave you hear all alone?"
He smiled and walked up to her. "Never know what kind of messed-up schedule they'll have you on."
Max took his hand. "Yeah… haven't seen you for a while-- you look tired. You been sleeping?"
Logan raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder, leading her around the room to the music. "No, you wore off on me."
Max raised her eyebrows. "Really. And what made you decide to sleep tonight? I've been getting the feeling you're ignoring me."
Logan mock-gasped. "Never, Max."
Max grinned and stepped closer to him. She stood on her toes and leaned over to his ear. "You didn't answer the question," she whispered seductively.
Near, Far, Wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on;
He sighed into her hair, head spinning as her scent and the feeling of having her so close surrounded him. "I know." he whispered back.
Max laughed. "Well, are you going to?"
Logan tilted his head, pulling back to look at her quizzically. "Promise not to laugh?"
Max held up three fingers. "Scout's honor."
Logan grabbed her hand, then the other, holding her hands at her sides. "Would help if I didn't know your past," he muttered.
Max groaned in exasperation. "Logan, I promise! Just tell me, okay?"
Logan dropped her hands and made a face. "Bling drugged my tea."
Max lost it. She cracked up, holding on to him for support. Logan swatted her.
"You promised not to laugh!" he cried.
Max grinned at him and sobered. "Well… I lied." As she said that, she realized just how close he was.
Once more you show me the door, And you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on.
As Logan bent to kiss her, she pulled away. She looked at him apologetically. "I don't want to go back yet."
Logan sighed and pulled her into a hug. "How are you doing?"
Max felt so warm and safe in Logan's arms she could barley answer, not wanting to bring him more pain. "I'm okay. Sometimes I swear I hear Zack screaming at night, though. It's like, I just can't believe he's dead."
Logan brushed her hair away from her face. "I know the feeling."
Max felt tears build up. "Logan…" she began. He stopped her, however, holding a finger to her lips.
Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime, And never let go 'til we're gone;
"Don't." he whispered, voice husky. "Don't say it."
Max sighed. "You need to let me go. I can't stand the thought of you hurting over me. We both knew it was bound to happen, that one of us would have to leave."
Logan pulled away, turning his back to her. "Max, no. I can't-" he voice broke. "I can't let you go, knowing you're out there, alive, hurting."
Max bit her lip. She reached out to touch his shoulder. "No more." she said. "No more crying over me, or anything else. I want to be happy right now, Logan."
Logan turned to her, seeing the single tear that rolled down her cheek. He reached out to brush it away, reveling in the feeling of her skin. "Okay." he replied, just as softly. "No more."
Max smiled at him, trying to memorize everything about him. "Dance with me?" she finally said.
Love was when I loved you, One true time I hold to, In my life we'll always go on;
Logan held out his hand, and Max placed hers in it. He pulled her to him, and they began to sway to the music. Max sighed softly out of happiness as she leaned against him. "Logan, I miss you so much…" she murmured.
Logan held her closer. "I miss you too."
Max pulled back far enough to look him in the eye. "Manticore food sucks." she informed him.
Logan burst out laughing, but quickly calmed down. "And Eyes Only can't get ANY good information anymore. Asha and her crew are good, but they aren't you."
Max suddenly felt her blood run cold. "Asha?" she asked. "Who's Asha?"
Logan smiled at her, trying to calm her. "A friend, works with a group that fights for the good side."
Max wasn't content with that answer. "Friend how?"
Logan chuckled lightly. "Miss Max, do I sense a bit of protectiveness in your voice?"
Max gave him an innocent look. "Who, me?"
Logan continued teasing. "Yes, you. I am getting the feeling you already don't like Asha very much, and I just can't figure out why."
Near, Far, Wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on;
Max made a face. "You're avoiding the question."
Logan ignored her comment. "You know, I am definitely sensing something here. Not sure what though. Maybe… jealousy?"
Max smiled at him. "Damn straight. Now, Mr. Cale, friend how?"
Logan grinned at her admission. "Business associate-friend, okay?" he cleared as he continued to dance with her around the room.
Max shook her head as she made a loud buzzer sound. "Oh, that's clear. We were business associates for, what, a year?"
Logan shook his head. "Max, Max, Max. That was denial."
Max groaned. "Don't I know it. Almost drowned in that river."
Logan laughed lightly. "Look. She's just a friend. You, Max, are this."
Once more you show me the door, And you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on.
As he bent to kiss her, Max didn't fight him. Clinging to him, she met him halfway instead. As their lips met for a split second they bot felt the floor yanked from under them as they were sent flailing back to the real world.
As Max sat up, smiling, she quickly covered it as she saw Renfro standing in the corner.
"Good. You're up, 452." she said coldly. She turned to the guard on her left. "Take her to H302, and double her dosage." With that, she turned to Max. "You won't be smiling nearly as much when you get back, 452."
Max stood up and let them lead her out of her room. As they led her down the hall, she turned back to Renfro just long enough to blow her an impudent kiss. She allowed herself one moment of glory at her expression before bracing herself for the horrors about to come. As they strapped her to the cold metal table she closed her eyes and brought up a picture of Logan, smiling at her, laughing with her. Logan, she thought, I will get back to you.