Title: Dreams
Author: UNKNOWN
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Ok, here's that different version of the BBWW dream, I hope I did a good job. Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews, you guys are great! Also, look for a new chapter of Asha's Life Sucks in the next few days!
Max found herself standing in the middle of a brightly lit and strangely familiar room. Music was playing. Music she had heard before. The dream. She looked down and found herself wearing the same dress. She looked back up and saw Logan coming down a set of stairs, wearing the same suit. He stopped a few feet from her.
"Dance with me." He said.
"I can't!" Max answered, thinking of the virus.
"Sure you can, mind over matter."
"Logan, the virus!"
"What virus?" He smiled, grabbed her hand, and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Logan! What are you doing!?" Max cried, frantically searching his face for hives.
Logan simply smiled and said, "Dancing."
It took Max a while to realize that wherever she was, the virus didn't exist. Soon she and Logan were gliding across the floor.
"You OK?" Logan asked after a few minutes.
"Yeah, just a little dizzy." replied Max.
"Wanna stop?"
"No. Don't let go."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Logan…"
Max woke reluctantly, not wanting to leave the dream. As soon as she was fully awake, she rushed to the bathroom and spent the rest of the morning puking.
A/N: Ooh, Max is sick, I wonder why…I think it's kinda obvious, but then again, it's my fic! Next chapter, Max pays a visit to Doctor Carr…
Author: UNKNOWN
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: Ok, here's that different version of the BBWW dream, I hope I did a good job. Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews, you guys are great! Also, look for a new chapter of Asha's Life Sucks in the next few days!
Max found herself standing in the middle of a brightly lit and strangely familiar room. Music was playing. Music she had heard before. The dream. She looked down and found herself wearing the same dress. She looked back up and saw Logan coming down a set of stairs, wearing the same suit. He stopped a few feet from her.
"Dance with me." He said.
"I can't!" Max answered, thinking of the virus.
"Sure you can, mind over matter."
"Logan, the virus!"
"What virus?" He smiled, grabbed her hand, and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Logan! What are you doing!?" Max cried, frantically searching his face for hives.
Logan simply smiled and said, "Dancing."
It took Max a while to realize that wherever she was, the virus didn't exist. Soon she and Logan were gliding across the floor.
"You OK?" Logan asked after a few minutes.
"Yeah, just a little dizzy." replied Max.
"Wanna stop?"
"No. Don't let go."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Logan…"
Max woke reluctantly, not wanting to leave the dream. As soon as she was fully awake, she rushed to the bathroom and spent the rest of the morning puking.
A/N: Ooh, Max is sick, I wonder why…I think it's kinda obvious, but then again, it's my fic! Next chapter, Max pays a visit to Doctor Carr…