AN: Yes, I know how long this took. I could give you some excuses (excuse
me, sir, but my budgie ate the disk) but I won't (cause Catalyst isn't even
on a disk and I don't own a budgie). I'm on a roll today for some reason –
I'll probably update ALL my fic cause…I feel like it (there is hope LASP!)
Anyway, I slaved over this for two whole months…read, read my little
pretties!
"Whoa," Max said, gazing at Logan who was sprawled underneath her. "What happened?"
"The elevator stopped," Logan replied, quite enjoying his position.
"Your powers of observation are amazing," Max said wryly, standing up. "Let me call security." She turned around and grabbed the emergency phone.
"Hello? Hello? What?" Max slammed down the phone. "Bloody computer recording telling us that we'll be in here awhile."
"How long is awhile?" Logan said, now standing.
"The computer just said 'awhile'," Max snapped.
"Breathe, Max," Logan retorted. "Sit down, we're going to be here…" Max glared at him. "For a long time."
*~*~*Twenty Minutes Later*~*~*~*
"Max, please stop pacing," Logan groaned. "Just sit down."
Max growled and slid onto the elevator floor. "This is taking ages."
"Max, we've been here a little over twenty minutes. You know patience is a virtue," Logan teased.
"The man who made up that cliche probably only had one decent trait – he was patient. I'm Manticore! I don't do patient!"
"Max…"
"AND I hate small, closed in spaces!" she snapped, leaping to her feet again.
"SIT."
"NO."
"NOW."
"Don't kid yourself Logan – I will kick your ass if you annoy me enough," she snapped.
Logan rolled his eyes.
"All they're doing is arguing," Original Cindy said. "Maybe this isn't such a brilliant idea."
"Put me down for one large 'I told you so,'" Bling smirked. "They're both too stubborn."
"Hmm," Ryan tapped the keyboard, as they watched Max and Logan argue about ringing the emergency phone again. "Wait a second…Logan hates to be embarrassed – he likes people to think he's a huge macho man who has no emotions…"
"So?" Original Cindy shrugged. "That ain't gonna do much for them down there."
"Well, I can use the camera as a speaker phone – share Logan's feelings with both of them…" Ryan grinned evilly.
"He'll never speak to you again," Bling shook his head.
"Well, we'll give it a go," Ryan said stubbornly.
"Hey guys!"
Max and Logan looked up. "Ryan! What the hell are you doing?" Logan yelled.
"Well, a group of your friends and I hacked into the security and are leaving you in the elevator until you talk about your feelings for each other."
"Let me out now, and the ass-kicking I give you won't be too painful," Max growled.
"Now, now Max," Ryan teased over the microphone. "Wasn't it you I saw …perving on Logan's ass?"
Logan began to laugh at the thought of Max doing anything remotely resembling 'perving' and then he realised what Max had actually been perving at…
Max, who never told him how she was feeling, was bright red. And looking at the elevator floor.
"You were…?" Logan asked.
"And you, Logan, wasn't it you who was telling me what excellent legs Max has?" Ryan continued cheerfully. "Anyway, cheerio! Need a bathroom break."
Max and Logan stood in awkward silence for a few minutes, looking away.
//Oh my god. How can I even talk to him now he knows I've been checking him out? //
//She's gonna think I'm a typical male, doesn't think about anything else except…//
"Not working, Ryan," Original Cindy said. "You've embarrassed them into not saying anything."
"Hmm…okay, if I'm doing such a terrible job – you take over. Tell 'em things that'll make them kiss and make up.
"Literally."
"You don't think Original Cindy can make her boo hook up Logan?" Original Cindy physically pushed Ryan out of his chair. "Hey boo."
"Original Cindy? You're in on this?" Max yelled.
"That's right, sugar," OC grinned. "Thought you and your boo might need a bit of a helping hand."
"With what?" Logan asked.
"Listen, Roller Boy, my boo is sweet on you," OC watched Max's eyes widen in mortification. "It's Logan this, Logan that. Minute you ring that beeper of her, its always 'gotta go, Logan needs me'. Haven't you got eyes, Money Bags?"
Max had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. Logan turned to stare at her.
"Is this true, Max?"
"And Max!" Bling's voice came over the microphone. "Logan never talks about anything except you! Everything I suggest, it's 'I can't, Max and I are having dinner,' 'Max and I need to go and do something'," Bling watched the screen.
"You've made your point," Max said in a deadly quiet voice. "Now let us out."
For some reason, Ryan leant over and hit a button. The elevator whirred to life.
"No," Logan said, reaching over and pulling the emergency break. "You aren't running away from this, Max. Talk to me for once."
"What do you want me to say, Logan" Max hissed.
"Do you…how do you feel about me, Max?" Logan asked, reaching out for her.
Max looked at him. "You are my – one of my – best friend. And…" she shrugged. "And that's all."
"Do you see us as anything else?" Logan took a step closer. "The day you broke into my apartment, I knew there was something about you. There was something between us."
"Is there?" Max sounded like a child who needed reassurance.
"Maybe. Max, do you want us to be more than friends?" Logan looked at her, hope in his eyes.
Max took a step closer to him, anger, sadness and fear gone. "Depends – do you?" And she kissed him.
"YES!" came a shout from the microphone.
Logan almost laughed…then he realised this was Max. And she was kissing him. And it felt great.
"Wow," Logan said, as she pulled away. "Wow. Next time, warn me before you do that."
Ryan laughed at the screen and took the emergency brake off via the computer.
As the doors opened at the penthouse, Max smirked at him.
"But if I warn you, doesn't that take the fun out of it?" she walked to his front door, and with a flick of her wrist, the door was open and she walked in.
Logan gawked after her, then followed her.
"Better than one of those pre pulse soapies," Original Cindy beamed. "Now, lets go talk to my boo and her sugah."
"Are you sure?" Ryan asked. "They could be…"
"Nah…boo'll wanna kick our asses first," OC said. "C'mon."
*~*~*~*~*~*
How bad was it? Ugh, I swear, I'll finish this and write the sequel, then I'm sticking to X5s. Okay, this isn't the end! No way, there's still a bit more and I'm going to edit this chapter and fix it up a bit. But, I worked on this for ages and I'd really, really love some – lots – of reviews. Because all your reviews are like great big hugs of support!
So, there to your left, is a button telling you to review. Buttons are usually right, so press it! I will rewrite this (edit, cut, paste, add, delete) this chapter a bit in the next three weeks, and there will be a new chapter soon, so look out (
"Whoa," Max said, gazing at Logan who was sprawled underneath her. "What happened?"
"The elevator stopped," Logan replied, quite enjoying his position.
"Your powers of observation are amazing," Max said wryly, standing up. "Let me call security." She turned around and grabbed the emergency phone.
"Hello? Hello? What?" Max slammed down the phone. "Bloody computer recording telling us that we'll be in here awhile."
"How long is awhile?" Logan said, now standing.
"The computer just said 'awhile'," Max snapped.
"Breathe, Max," Logan retorted. "Sit down, we're going to be here…" Max glared at him. "For a long time."
*~*~*Twenty Minutes Later*~*~*~*
"Max, please stop pacing," Logan groaned. "Just sit down."
Max growled and slid onto the elevator floor. "This is taking ages."
"Max, we've been here a little over twenty minutes. You know patience is a virtue," Logan teased.
"The man who made up that cliche probably only had one decent trait – he was patient. I'm Manticore! I don't do patient!"
"Max…"
"AND I hate small, closed in spaces!" she snapped, leaping to her feet again.
"SIT."
"NO."
"NOW."
"Don't kid yourself Logan – I will kick your ass if you annoy me enough," she snapped.
Logan rolled his eyes.
"All they're doing is arguing," Original Cindy said. "Maybe this isn't such a brilliant idea."
"Put me down for one large 'I told you so,'" Bling smirked. "They're both too stubborn."
"Hmm," Ryan tapped the keyboard, as they watched Max and Logan argue about ringing the emergency phone again. "Wait a second…Logan hates to be embarrassed – he likes people to think he's a huge macho man who has no emotions…"
"So?" Original Cindy shrugged. "That ain't gonna do much for them down there."
"Well, I can use the camera as a speaker phone – share Logan's feelings with both of them…" Ryan grinned evilly.
"He'll never speak to you again," Bling shook his head.
"Well, we'll give it a go," Ryan said stubbornly.
"Hey guys!"
Max and Logan looked up. "Ryan! What the hell are you doing?" Logan yelled.
"Well, a group of your friends and I hacked into the security and are leaving you in the elevator until you talk about your feelings for each other."
"Let me out now, and the ass-kicking I give you won't be too painful," Max growled.
"Now, now Max," Ryan teased over the microphone. "Wasn't it you I saw …perving on Logan's ass?"
Logan began to laugh at the thought of Max doing anything remotely resembling 'perving' and then he realised what Max had actually been perving at…
Max, who never told him how she was feeling, was bright red. And looking at the elevator floor.
"You were…?" Logan asked.
"And you, Logan, wasn't it you who was telling me what excellent legs Max has?" Ryan continued cheerfully. "Anyway, cheerio! Need a bathroom break."
Max and Logan stood in awkward silence for a few minutes, looking away.
//Oh my god. How can I even talk to him now he knows I've been checking him out? //
//She's gonna think I'm a typical male, doesn't think about anything else except…//
"Not working, Ryan," Original Cindy said. "You've embarrassed them into not saying anything."
"Hmm…okay, if I'm doing such a terrible job – you take over. Tell 'em things that'll make them kiss and make up.
"Literally."
"You don't think Original Cindy can make her boo hook up Logan?" Original Cindy physically pushed Ryan out of his chair. "Hey boo."
"Original Cindy? You're in on this?" Max yelled.
"That's right, sugar," OC grinned. "Thought you and your boo might need a bit of a helping hand."
"With what?" Logan asked.
"Listen, Roller Boy, my boo is sweet on you," OC watched Max's eyes widen in mortification. "It's Logan this, Logan that. Minute you ring that beeper of her, its always 'gotta go, Logan needs me'. Haven't you got eyes, Money Bags?"
Max had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. Logan turned to stare at her.
"Is this true, Max?"
"And Max!" Bling's voice came over the microphone. "Logan never talks about anything except you! Everything I suggest, it's 'I can't, Max and I are having dinner,' 'Max and I need to go and do something'," Bling watched the screen.
"You've made your point," Max said in a deadly quiet voice. "Now let us out."
For some reason, Ryan leant over and hit a button. The elevator whirred to life.
"No," Logan said, reaching over and pulling the emergency break. "You aren't running away from this, Max. Talk to me for once."
"What do you want me to say, Logan" Max hissed.
"Do you…how do you feel about me, Max?" Logan asked, reaching out for her.
Max looked at him. "You are my – one of my – best friend. And…" she shrugged. "And that's all."
"Do you see us as anything else?" Logan took a step closer. "The day you broke into my apartment, I knew there was something about you. There was something between us."
"Is there?" Max sounded like a child who needed reassurance.
"Maybe. Max, do you want us to be more than friends?" Logan looked at her, hope in his eyes.
Max took a step closer to him, anger, sadness and fear gone. "Depends – do you?" And she kissed him.
"YES!" came a shout from the microphone.
Logan almost laughed…then he realised this was Max. And she was kissing him. And it felt great.
"Wow," Logan said, as she pulled away. "Wow. Next time, warn me before you do that."
Ryan laughed at the screen and took the emergency brake off via the computer.
As the doors opened at the penthouse, Max smirked at him.
"But if I warn you, doesn't that take the fun out of it?" she walked to his front door, and with a flick of her wrist, the door was open and she walked in.
Logan gawked after her, then followed her.
"Better than one of those pre pulse soapies," Original Cindy beamed. "Now, lets go talk to my boo and her sugah."
"Are you sure?" Ryan asked. "They could be…"
"Nah…boo'll wanna kick our asses first," OC said. "C'mon."
*~*~*~*~*~*
How bad was it? Ugh, I swear, I'll finish this and write the sequel, then I'm sticking to X5s. Okay, this isn't the end! No way, there's still a bit more and I'm going to edit this chapter and fix it up a bit. But, I worked on this for ages and I'd really, really love some – lots – of reviews. Because all your reviews are like great big hugs of support!
So, there to your left, is a button telling you to review. Buttons are usually right, so press it! I will rewrite this (edit, cut, paste, add, delete) this chapter a bit in the next three weeks, and there will be a new chapter soon, so look out (