"Independence Day"
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com; http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html ; Disclaimer: DA is not mine;
Rating: PG; part of the "Inspired By: She Ain't Heavy" Collection; short, Logan's POV during the raid on
Eyes Only.
"Independence Day"
by pari106
Fireworks.
That's what it looks like from where I'm standing. Just on the next rooftop, while White's men shoot the
hell out of my penthouse, my base of operations…it looks like they're setting off fireworks.
Well, at least I can say that Eyes Only went out with a bang.
Only I'm not out yet.
This isn't the end, just the end of an era; the end of an error. An error in judgement I've entertained for far
too long. I've been careless. Reckless. Too dependent on, preoccupied with, Max to concentrate on my
own work. So, in a way, I know I brought this all upon myself. And the knowing allows me to stand here,
not with rage, but with cool calculation. Calculating my next move; how to rebuild what was lost tonight.
It's not the kind of coldness I've felt, these last few weeks, because of the coldness Max has shown me.
It's not the kind of coldness I felt when my legs were taken from me: a kind of emptiness that fills you; a
kind of void. It's the type of coldness that fills the void in a person who's greatest passions have been
taken from them. First Max, by Alec…and now Eyes Only, by White.
It's the type of coldness usually accompanied by bitter amusement. So I don't rage.
I just stand here. And almost smile…
As the fireworks continue.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com; http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html ; Disclaimer: DA is not mine;
Rating: PG; part of the "Inspired By: She Ain't Heavy" Collection; short, Logan's POV during the raid on
Eyes Only.
"Independence Day"
by pari106
Fireworks.
That's what it looks like from where I'm standing. Just on the next rooftop, while White's men shoot the
hell out of my penthouse, my base of operations…it looks like they're setting off fireworks.
Well, at least I can say that Eyes Only went out with a bang.
Only I'm not out yet.
This isn't the end, just the end of an era; the end of an error. An error in judgement I've entertained for far
too long. I've been careless. Reckless. Too dependent on, preoccupied with, Max to concentrate on my
own work. So, in a way, I know I brought this all upon myself. And the knowing allows me to stand here,
not with rage, but with cool calculation. Calculating my next move; how to rebuild what was lost tonight.
It's not the kind of coldness I've felt, these last few weeks, because of the coldness Max has shown me.
It's not the kind of coldness I felt when my legs were taken from me: a kind of emptiness that fills you; a
kind of void. It's the type of coldness that fills the void in a person who's greatest passions have been
taken from them. First Max, by Alec…and now Eyes Only, by White.
It's the type of coldness usually accompanied by bitter amusement. So I don't rage.
I just stand here. And almost smile…
As the fireworks continue.