Author's note: Again, sorry i took so long. re-writes are a real bitch, ya know? Plus, i was a little over exited about the premiere, and i'm on vacation and don't want to start my report on Egypt, so i figured, what the hey? i don't know how long this story is going to be, and i'm probably going to start posting my next story: Immortal. (i have to work on the title) If you must know, it's a DA story combined with Amelia Atwater-Rhode's world of vampires. So if you want to read and understand it, you might want to check out her books.
anywoo...
Disclaimer: DA is not mine. Neither is the Simpsons (they make an appearance). You know the drill. Blah, blah, woof , woof, right? But i own Emma (who isn't making much of an appearance in this chapter) and Kailee (who is named after my niece, who i am looking at right now. She's being a lump and not waking up so i can play with her.) Add Michelle and Tessa to that list, while you're at it, even though they are barely mentioned.
so without further ado...
Meanwhile.....
Logan was dancersizing. Well, dancersizing as well as a man in a wheelchair can. He just found it so exhilarating to pop a wheelie and spin around until he felt like puking. The only problem with that is that the slightest thing could make him loose his balance, and send him crashing down.
Which is exactly what happened when his doorbell rang.
"Oh, damn it!" he spit as he tried to crawl his way back to his chair.
Outside his door, a young woman was waiting outside. She nervously adjusted and re-adjusted her glasses, and kept on smoothing out her wrinkle-free skirt. Finally, she reached out and pushed the doorbell lightly.
She heard the loud buzz echo from behind the closed door. Then a crash. Then "Oh, damn it!" reached her ears. "Mr. Cale," she called out, "are you okay?"
Logan had no clue who it was. Who in the world called him Mr. Cale? "Yeah, I'm fine. Just fell out of my chair. I'll be right there.
The girl tried to open the door, but to her dismay, it was locked. Thinking quickly, she dug her hand into the duffel bag at her side, pulling out a key. Much to her luck, the key fit, and she rushed in, only to find a disgruntled Mr. Cale clawing his way across the floor.
"Oh, Mr. Cale! Here, let me help you." She cried, righting the chair and offering her arm to Logan.
"Kailee? You aren't supposed to be here until Friday."
She laughed. "It is Friday."
Logan had agreed to take one of his contacts daughters for a little while he had felt that he had been found out, so he was sending his wife and kids to various safe houses. Kailee was the oldest of three daughters at 16, and was extremely smart.
But, well, watching bread mold was more exiting than her.
"I'm sorry. I was... doing my workout and was surprised by the doorbell. I guess I have to be more caref..."
"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Cale. I always fall down when I work out. I'm such a klutz." Kailee interrupted. "Hey," she said, listening, "Is that the Spice Girls?"
Logan raced over and turned off the stereo. "Um... yeah. You like pre-pulse music?" The question was just to steer the conversation off the subject of him working out to the Spice Girls.
Kailee smiled at the attempt. "I love it. Especially turn of the century. I love just about everything."
"Oh, well, i don't have many CD's from then. Only classical and..." He faded off, not wanting to bring up his stash of Spice Girls and New Kids on the Block CDs. "Did you bring any of yours?" He added hastily.
"No. I let Tessa and Michelle borrow them. They're my sisters, and were planning on taking them anyway."
"Ah. Well, where are you bags? I'll show you to your room."
Kailee went to get her stuff from the hall were she had left it. She had one duffel bag and a back pack.
After she unpacked, folded, and put away all her clothes (white socks, gray skirts, and white blouses), put her books into the bookcase (in alphabetical order, of course), well, that's it. All she brought were clothes and books. And her laptop, which was safely in her bag. The rest of the room was bare, white walls gleaming in the mid-morning light. Logan had never had the time or the energy to decorate it.
Logan looked in at the room, and then at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing (of course) white socks, a gray skirt, and a white blouse. Her long, brown hair was in two braids. Even her eyes were a dull green, hidden behind a large pair of glasses. The room showed no signs of life other than Kailee and the glass's case on the bedside table.
"Um, Kailee, do you want to go out and get some stuff to decorate your room? And I have a friend that can take you to get some new clothes. You might as well get comfortable. We don't know how long you'll be staying here."
"Oh, no Mr. Cale. I'm fine. I don't want to be any trouble."
"Nonsense." Logan said. The white walls were beginning to make him dizzy. "And call me Logan. Mr. Cale is too formal."
Kailee shrugged. "If you insist. This room is a little dull. And my mom would only let me pack skirts and blouses." she commented, looking around.
So they spent the morning checking out old pawn shops and thrift stores. They found some old lava lamps, and some posters of some bands and movies she liked. They even found some old cat's eye glasses that looked amazing on Kailee. Logan promised to switch the lenses when they got home.
"We'll just get my friend, Max, and then we'll get you some new clothes." Logan said as they drove down her street. But halfway there, logan heard something that sounded like someone singing in Spanish. Kailee looked up from the Nick Carter poster she had been drooling over long enough to ask, "Do you know what they're saying?"
"Sounds like 'I'm a little teapot." He stopped when he saw that the person singing was in front of Max's building. "You know what? I think she has to work today, so she won't be home.
Kailee just nodded and they headed back down the street toward the main road.
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After 2 hours, Kailee finally had the room the way she liked it. and had her new glasses perched on her nose. Logan had let her borrow some of his old clothes (high school old) to relax in. Logan was (no duh) on his computer, working on the bad guy of the week.
A little green notebook on the coffee table was calling out to Kailee. She had just settled down to check it out, when the phone rang.
"I'll get it Logan." Kailee called, grabbing his phone. "Hello?"
The voice she that was extremely familiar came screaming through the phone. It was still singing 'I'm a Little Teapot' in Spanish. Kailee waited patiently for her to finish, and when she did, merely said "Thank you, come again." and hung up.
Logan stuck his head out of his office. "Okay, A. who was that, and B. where did you learn to do an Apu impression that's as good, if not better, than mine."
"It was that 'I'm a Little Teapot' girl from the street, and I've seen every episode of the Simpsons ever. Twice."
"Why would the girl from the street be calling here?" Logan wondered aloud.
"How should I know?" Kailee said, picking up the notebook again and started to read.
Half an hour later, Kailee walked into the office and watched Logan work over his shoulder. He glanced up at her. "You need anything?" He asked.
"Nope."
He turned back to work. She just continued to watch. Five minutes later, Logan looked at her again. "You sure?"
"Mm-hm."
Again, he went back to work. He hated the feeling of someone reading over his shoulder. So finally, he tuned around a third time.
"Listen, I can't work with someone breathing down my neck. If there's nothing you want, would you mind going away." His words weren't harsh, but showed that he was annoyed.
"Actually, there is something I need to ask you." said Kailee, sitting down in the old computer chair.
"Shoot."
"Do you love Max?"
"Where on Earth did you get an idea like that?" Logan practically screamed as he turned back to his computer, obviously thrown off by the question. To be honest, he didn't want to know.
"Let me think. You only have a whole book of poetry about her."
He whipped his head around to face her. "Where did you find that?"
"Let's see. On the coffee table in the living room. You know, next to the pen."
Logan gulped and faced the computer again. how was he supposed to answer a question he didn't even know the answer to? Sure, he loved her as a good friend, but more? He had no idea.
To his luck, the phone rang. he grabbed it quickly, and before he could say a word, the person on the other line quickly said, "Hey, you don't know me, but I think you should know..."
A/N: dun dun dun. What does Emma have to warn Logan about? Does he ever answer Kailee's question? Am i completely insane? The answers to these question's and more will be answered in chapter 5! Well, except the last one. You already know the answer to that one. ;-D
2nd A/N: stupid me. :-P i originally had Kailee's name as Crystal, and typed it a couple times here. If i missed any, well, i tried my best.
anywoo...
Disclaimer: DA is not mine. Neither is the Simpsons (they make an appearance). You know the drill. Blah, blah, woof , woof, right? But i own Emma (who isn't making much of an appearance in this chapter) and Kailee (who is named after my niece, who i am looking at right now. She's being a lump and not waking up so i can play with her.) Add Michelle and Tessa to that list, while you're at it, even though they are barely mentioned.
so without further ado...
Meanwhile.....
Logan was dancersizing. Well, dancersizing as well as a man in a wheelchair can. He just found it so exhilarating to pop a wheelie and spin around until he felt like puking. The only problem with that is that the slightest thing could make him loose his balance, and send him crashing down.
Which is exactly what happened when his doorbell rang.
"Oh, damn it!" he spit as he tried to crawl his way back to his chair.
Outside his door, a young woman was waiting outside. She nervously adjusted and re-adjusted her glasses, and kept on smoothing out her wrinkle-free skirt. Finally, she reached out and pushed the doorbell lightly.
She heard the loud buzz echo from behind the closed door. Then a crash. Then "Oh, damn it!" reached her ears. "Mr. Cale," she called out, "are you okay?"
Logan had no clue who it was. Who in the world called him Mr. Cale? "Yeah, I'm fine. Just fell out of my chair. I'll be right there.
The girl tried to open the door, but to her dismay, it was locked. Thinking quickly, she dug her hand into the duffel bag at her side, pulling out a key. Much to her luck, the key fit, and she rushed in, only to find a disgruntled Mr. Cale clawing his way across the floor.
"Oh, Mr. Cale! Here, let me help you." She cried, righting the chair and offering her arm to Logan.
"Kailee? You aren't supposed to be here until Friday."
She laughed. "It is Friday."
Logan had agreed to take one of his contacts daughters for a little while he had felt that he had been found out, so he was sending his wife and kids to various safe houses. Kailee was the oldest of three daughters at 16, and was extremely smart.
But, well, watching bread mold was more exiting than her.
"I'm sorry. I was... doing my workout and was surprised by the doorbell. I guess I have to be more caref..."
"Oh, don't worry, Mr. Cale. I always fall down when I work out. I'm such a klutz." Kailee interrupted. "Hey," she said, listening, "Is that the Spice Girls?"
Logan raced over and turned off the stereo. "Um... yeah. You like pre-pulse music?" The question was just to steer the conversation off the subject of him working out to the Spice Girls.
Kailee smiled at the attempt. "I love it. Especially turn of the century. I love just about everything."
"Oh, well, i don't have many CD's from then. Only classical and..." He faded off, not wanting to bring up his stash of Spice Girls and New Kids on the Block CDs. "Did you bring any of yours?" He added hastily.
"No. I let Tessa and Michelle borrow them. They're my sisters, and were planning on taking them anyway."
"Ah. Well, where are you bags? I'll show you to your room."
Kailee went to get her stuff from the hall were she had left it. She had one duffel bag and a back pack.
After she unpacked, folded, and put away all her clothes (white socks, gray skirts, and white blouses), put her books into the bookcase (in alphabetical order, of course), well, that's it. All she brought were clothes and books. And her laptop, which was safely in her bag. The rest of the room was bare, white walls gleaming in the mid-morning light. Logan had never had the time or the energy to decorate it.
Logan looked in at the room, and then at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing (of course) white socks, a gray skirt, and a white blouse. Her long, brown hair was in two braids. Even her eyes were a dull green, hidden behind a large pair of glasses. The room showed no signs of life other than Kailee and the glass's case on the bedside table.
"Um, Kailee, do you want to go out and get some stuff to decorate your room? And I have a friend that can take you to get some new clothes. You might as well get comfortable. We don't know how long you'll be staying here."
"Oh, no Mr. Cale. I'm fine. I don't want to be any trouble."
"Nonsense." Logan said. The white walls were beginning to make him dizzy. "And call me Logan. Mr. Cale is too formal."
Kailee shrugged. "If you insist. This room is a little dull. And my mom would only let me pack skirts and blouses." she commented, looking around.
So they spent the morning checking out old pawn shops and thrift stores. They found some old lava lamps, and some posters of some bands and movies she liked. They even found some old cat's eye glasses that looked amazing on Kailee. Logan promised to switch the lenses when they got home.
"We'll just get my friend, Max, and then we'll get you some new clothes." Logan said as they drove down her street. But halfway there, logan heard something that sounded like someone singing in Spanish. Kailee looked up from the Nick Carter poster she had been drooling over long enough to ask, "Do you know what they're saying?"
"Sounds like 'I'm a little teapot." He stopped when he saw that the person singing was in front of Max's building. "You know what? I think she has to work today, so she won't be home.
Kailee just nodded and they headed back down the street toward the main road.
* * *
* * *
After 2 hours, Kailee finally had the room the way she liked it. and had her new glasses perched on her nose. Logan had let her borrow some of his old clothes (high school old) to relax in. Logan was (no duh) on his computer, working on the bad guy of the week.
A little green notebook on the coffee table was calling out to Kailee. She had just settled down to check it out, when the phone rang.
"I'll get it Logan." Kailee called, grabbing his phone. "Hello?"
The voice she that was extremely familiar came screaming through the phone. It was still singing 'I'm a Little Teapot' in Spanish. Kailee waited patiently for her to finish, and when she did, merely said "Thank you, come again." and hung up.
Logan stuck his head out of his office. "Okay, A. who was that, and B. where did you learn to do an Apu impression that's as good, if not better, than mine."
"It was that 'I'm a Little Teapot' girl from the street, and I've seen every episode of the Simpsons ever. Twice."
"Why would the girl from the street be calling here?" Logan wondered aloud.
"How should I know?" Kailee said, picking up the notebook again and started to read.
Half an hour later, Kailee walked into the office and watched Logan work over his shoulder. He glanced up at her. "You need anything?" He asked.
"Nope."
He turned back to work. She just continued to watch. Five minutes later, Logan looked at her again. "You sure?"
"Mm-hm."
Again, he went back to work. He hated the feeling of someone reading over his shoulder. So finally, he tuned around a third time.
"Listen, I can't work with someone breathing down my neck. If there's nothing you want, would you mind going away." His words weren't harsh, but showed that he was annoyed.
"Actually, there is something I need to ask you." said Kailee, sitting down in the old computer chair.
"Shoot."
"Do you love Max?"
"Where on Earth did you get an idea like that?" Logan practically screamed as he turned back to his computer, obviously thrown off by the question. To be honest, he didn't want to know.
"Let me think. You only have a whole book of poetry about her."
He whipped his head around to face her. "Where did you find that?"
"Let's see. On the coffee table in the living room. You know, next to the pen."
Logan gulped and faced the computer again. how was he supposed to answer a question he didn't even know the answer to? Sure, he loved her as a good friend, but more? He had no idea.
To his luck, the phone rang. he grabbed it quickly, and before he could say a word, the person on the other line quickly said, "Hey, you don't know me, but I think you should know..."
A/N: dun dun dun. What does Emma have to warn Logan about? Does he ever answer Kailee's question? Am i completely insane? The answers to these question's and more will be answered in chapter 5! Well, except the last one. You already know the answer to that one. ;-D
2nd A/N: stupid me. :-P i originally had Kailee's name as Crystal, and typed it a couple times here. If i missed any, well, i tried my best.