The characters an show belong to Fox, and Cameron. If you are a M/L shipper, then you must go to the DAS website and tell them you want M/L not M/A, cus well it would be a very bad idea for them, cus I for one would not watch anymore. PLease I beg of you, tell them what u think
"Can you hear me? Just nod, or blink, or something. Let me know you are still alive."
"Don't take me to the hospital." She whispered.
"What? But you'll die."
"Don't take me to the hospital." She barely breathed the words. "Just don't do it." Blackness.
"Look, all I know is that they took her as a hostage. They put her in a van, and drove off. When the sector police caught up with them she wasn't there." C was panicking. She couldn't believe her girl was that crazy.
"I'm sure she's fine. Max can take care of herself. I'll just get in touch with some contacts and find out what's going on." Logan was really afraid, but was not going to let Original Cindy know. "She'll probably show up any time now. You wait here, and I'll make a call." C paced the room. Going over the events in her head. Why did Max have to be the heroic. 'And what is taking Logan so long?' She walked over to where he sat at his computer.
"Yeah. Thanks." He hung up the phone, and did not move.
"So?" She asked, annoyed at his slowness. He sat a second longer before turning. A tear rolled down his cheek. "No! What happened." C prayed hat Max was all right.
"They dropped her off somewhere, and........." He trailed off, and looked down.
"And what." She practically whispered. He sighed.
"And....they shot her in the back." He put his face in his hands. She looked stunned, then angry.
"Where is she?"
"They haven't found her yet."
"So she could still be alive?" She needed her to be alive.
"Yes, it is possible."
"Well then lets get out there and look." She moved closer to him.
"It's not going to do us any good."
"My boo is lying out there somewhere bleeding. Ok. We are going to go find her." She stalked towards the door. "Well? You coming." Logan stood and followed. The fear of losing Max all too clear in his mind now.
"You're very lucky you know that."
"What?" Her eyes blurred, and her head swam.
"You're lucky that my friend brought you here. Of course a hospital would have been better."
"I cant. No hospital." She tried to move but couldn't.
"Why?"
"Because I can't." Again she tried to move.
"Is it because of your unusual blood, by any chance." She still couldn't see the person. How did he know."
"What?"
"Don't worry, I wont tell anyone. Hey, I might be able to help you. Right now get some sleep." She couldn't keep her eyes open. Sleep came quickly.
When she woke up again, she could see clearly. "Where am I?"
"Don't worry you're safe here."
"How do you know that?"
"Because, I believe we have something in common."
"And what would that be?" She tried to move, but couldn't.
"You're a transgenic, and I'm a scientists, we both defected from Manticore."
"What are you talking about." She still couldn't move, and was becoming frustrated.
"Well, I noticed that barcode on your neck, and I've studied your blood. You know, I might be able to help with that."
"Why would you be so willing to help me?" She raised her eyebrow.
"Well, I'm not a bad guy, that's why I left. I didn't want to lead that sort of life anymore." He shrugged.
"If you're such a good guy, why haven't you done anything about the stuff that goes down there?"
"Hey, I'm not genetically engineered. I'm just a regular Joe. I cant really do anything, without getting killed in the process." He sighed. "You know, I've got some good news, and some bad news for you."
"Yeah, what's that?" Still couldn't move.
"Well, I think I may have found a way to cure your little blood problem. By the way, what's the deal with that?"
"They used it to try and get someone. So what's the bad news?"
"Well, for the time being, your paralyzed, completely. I think you might heal naturally, but I'm not sure. I will be doing some therapy with you to try and make you heal faster."
"But you think I'll be able to move right?" What a day.
"Yes, its a possibility. Anyway, I made you some soup. You need to eat to get your strength up." He sat down on the bed. He was about 35 with black hair, and very light blue eyes. He wore a tight T-shirt that showed his lean muscular body, and jeans. Leaning over, he put the spoon to her lips and tipped it in to her mouth. The warm liquid slid down her throat to her rumbling stomach.
Inside she laughed. Ironic. Logan gets paralyzed from the waist down, and she gets paralyzed completely. "I'm not very hungry right now." Maybe this day was all a dream. Maybe it'll all disappear. Maybe these last couple of months will disappear.
"You should really eat." He smiled. "Doctors orders." Paralyzed? How could she be paralyzed.
"No, not right now." Can't move? All of her life is movement. What will she do now? She cant face Logan. What would he think.
"You really think you can cure my virus?"
"Yeah, I was working on some stuff similar to it before I left. Not as complex, but similar."
"Permanently right, not temporary?"
"I wont rest."
"I will be able to move right." She wanted to cry. Always bad with the good. He smiled, and put the spoon up to her lips again.
"I don't take no for an answer. It will help you heal faster." She let him feed her. She wanted to be walking again as soon as possible.
"Wait, so how am I supposed to go to the bathroom."
"About that, theres a tube that's goes inside you. Wont feel a thing. So is there anyone you want me to call?" He stood up.
"No." Please, please be a dream. Logan will be better off thinking she's dead, then this.
"Whatever you say. You should get some rest now. I'll work on the virus." He smiled and walked back across the room to the desk with the computer, and sat down before it. She wasn't about to contact Logan with bad news, she didn't want to see his face, the look. Hard enough with the things as they were before she got shot, but now? Not now, not yet. Being able to move on her own was something she had definitely taken for granted.
And so a few days passed. She was slightly depressed. He moved her legs and arms, and did the necessary things to make sure her muscles didn't deteriorate. All the while working on the cure. She told him about her previous attempt, which he said was a good idea he could build upon. Every day she wished she was dead. Might as well be, cant even feed herself.
"So you have a boyfriend?"
"Sorta."
"What do you mean sort of?"
"It's a long story."
"Hey I'm not goin anywhere." He smiled and sat in a chair next to the bed.
"Maybe another time." She wished she could just roll over and put her back to him, so maybe he'll go away. But she couldn't, and she hated that with all her soul.
"Awww, come on." She stared at the ceiling.
"Well, we liked each other for awhile before we actually acted upon those feelings, and it was bout that time that I was practically killed by me, well, you know what I mean. Then I finally escape them again, and they give me this virus. Sooo, we really cant do anything. We're sorta in between I guess. Now, I dont think we are anything.
"So he's the guy they wanted?"
"Yeah."
"Do you love him?" Her face became serious.
"So you find a cure yet?" She avoided the question.
"I'm very close. I'll go get to that now." He walked over to the desk. "So you never answered my question." He typed at the keyboard.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." The memories flashed by. So few of them were they actually together. Still, she couldn't deny, nor ignore her feelings. She wanted to cry. She's always losing him. That moment, when their time had been up, and he kissed her. Told her he loved her. No more waiting. No more wanting. No more regrets. That will never be.
"Hey, if you think this guy wont love you because you cant move, then maybe he doesn't really love you." She knew that wasn't true. He would love her no matter what. But it's not fare to him anymore. Kill me now, just kill me now, she thought. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't worry, you'll be walking in no time. I'm sure of it." Cant hold him now even if there was no virus. Cant feel him. If there was no virus, still he would have to take care of her, feed her, cloth her. No. No, no, no. Some days passed, and still no movement. Though she felt somewhat happier. Though not much. He continued to move her legs and arms for her. Continued to feed her. An invalid. No point in even being here, cant even do anything. Whats the point.
"Hey, I think I've found something. I'll work it up, and in no time you'll be virus free." Getting up he walked over to her. "You need anything before I leave?"
"Naw, I'm cool. Just get me that cure." She smiled up at him. A fake one. Didn't matter anymore. He smiled and held her hand for a second, even though she couldn't feel it, then left. He was gone for hours, which left her time to think, think of the possibilities. What if she could touch him again? No time limit, except life's time limit. What would happen? What would have happened, if she could move.
Finally, when he came back, she had fallen asleep.
"Hey wake up." He said softly. He smiled, and held up a needle. "Here's your cure."
"Bring it on." He injected her.
"I've been testing this, and it should hold up. I don't think you need to worry anymore. I'll just take a sample of your blood, and we'll find out, how does that sound?" He grinned and took her blood sample over to the desk. "I think we have a winner. And I have a little surprise for you." He walked out of the room, then a moment later returned.
"Logan?"
Well, this isnt all that great, but hey, its something. I dont know, what's your opinion? And I revised it as well, thanks to a review that was actually reflecting my own thoughts. Thank you.
"Can you hear me? Just nod, or blink, or something. Let me know you are still alive."
"Don't take me to the hospital." She whispered.
"What? But you'll die."
"Don't take me to the hospital." She barely breathed the words. "Just don't do it." Blackness.
"Look, all I know is that they took her as a hostage. They put her in a van, and drove off. When the sector police caught up with them she wasn't there." C was panicking. She couldn't believe her girl was that crazy.
"I'm sure she's fine. Max can take care of herself. I'll just get in touch with some contacts and find out what's going on." Logan was really afraid, but was not going to let Original Cindy know. "She'll probably show up any time now. You wait here, and I'll make a call." C paced the room. Going over the events in her head. Why did Max have to be the heroic. 'And what is taking Logan so long?' She walked over to where he sat at his computer.
"Yeah. Thanks." He hung up the phone, and did not move.
"So?" She asked, annoyed at his slowness. He sat a second longer before turning. A tear rolled down his cheek. "No! What happened." C prayed hat Max was all right.
"They dropped her off somewhere, and........." He trailed off, and looked down.
"And what." She practically whispered. He sighed.
"And....they shot her in the back." He put his face in his hands. She looked stunned, then angry.
"Where is she?"
"They haven't found her yet."
"So she could still be alive?" She needed her to be alive.
"Yes, it is possible."
"Well then lets get out there and look." She moved closer to him.
"It's not going to do us any good."
"My boo is lying out there somewhere bleeding. Ok. We are going to go find her." She stalked towards the door. "Well? You coming." Logan stood and followed. The fear of losing Max all too clear in his mind now.
"You're very lucky you know that."
"What?" Her eyes blurred, and her head swam.
"You're lucky that my friend brought you here. Of course a hospital would have been better."
"I cant. No hospital." She tried to move but couldn't.
"Why?"
"Because I can't." Again she tried to move.
"Is it because of your unusual blood, by any chance." She still couldn't see the person. How did he know."
"What?"
"Don't worry, I wont tell anyone. Hey, I might be able to help you. Right now get some sleep." She couldn't keep her eyes open. Sleep came quickly.
When she woke up again, she could see clearly. "Where am I?"
"Don't worry you're safe here."
"How do you know that?"
"Because, I believe we have something in common."
"And what would that be?" She tried to move, but couldn't.
"You're a transgenic, and I'm a scientists, we both defected from Manticore."
"What are you talking about." She still couldn't move, and was becoming frustrated.
"Well, I noticed that barcode on your neck, and I've studied your blood. You know, I might be able to help with that."
"Why would you be so willing to help me?" She raised her eyebrow.
"Well, I'm not a bad guy, that's why I left. I didn't want to lead that sort of life anymore." He shrugged.
"If you're such a good guy, why haven't you done anything about the stuff that goes down there?"
"Hey, I'm not genetically engineered. I'm just a regular Joe. I cant really do anything, without getting killed in the process." He sighed. "You know, I've got some good news, and some bad news for you."
"Yeah, what's that?" Still couldn't move.
"Well, I think I may have found a way to cure your little blood problem. By the way, what's the deal with that?"
"They used it to try and get someone. So what's the bad news?"
"Well, for the time being, your paralyzed, completely. I think you might heal naturally, but I'm not sure. I will be doing some therapy with you to try and make you heal faster."
"But you think I'll be able to move right?" What a day.
"Yes, its a possibility. Anyway, I made you some soup. You need to eat to get your strength up." He sat down on the bed. He was about 35 with black hair, and very light blue eyes. He wore a tight T-shirt that showed his lean muscular body, and jeans. Leaning over, he put the spoon to her lips and tipped it in to her mouth. The warm liquid slid down her throat to her rumbling stomach.
Inside she laughed. Ironic. Logan gets paralyzed from the waist down, and she gets paralyzed completely. "I'm not very hungry right now." Maybe this day was all a dream. Maybe it'll all disappear. Maybe these last couple of months will disappear.
"You should really eat." He smiled. "Doctors orders." Paralyzed? How could she be paralyzed.
"No, not right now." Can't move? All of her life is movement. What will she do now? She cant face Logan. What would he think.
"You really think you can cure my virus?"
"Yeah, I was working on some stuff similar to it before I left. Not as complex, but similar."
"Permanently right, not temporary?"
"I wont rest."
"I will be able to move right." She wanted to cry. Always bad with the good. He smiled, and put the spoon up to her lips again.
"I don't take no for an answer. It will help you heal faster." She let him feed her. She wanted to be walking again as soon as possible.
"Wait, so how am I supposed to go to the bathroom."
"About that, theres a tube that's goes inside you. Wont feel a thing. So is there anyone you want me to call?" He stood up.
"No." Please, please be a dream. Logan will be better off thinking she's dead, then this.
"Whatever you say. You should get some rest now. I'll work on the virus." He smiled and walked back across the room to the desk with the computer, and sat down before it. She wasn't about to contact Logan with bad news, she didn't want to see his face, the look. Hard enough with the things as they were before she got shot, but now? Not now, not yet. Being able to move on her own was something she had definitely taken for granted.
And so a few days passed. She was slightly depressed. He moved her legs and arms, and did the necessary things to make sure her muscles didn't deteriorate. All the while working on the cure. She told him about her previous attempt, which he said was a good idea he could build upon. Every day she wished she was dead. Might as well be, cant even feed herself.
"So you have a boyfriend?"
"Sorta."
"What do you mean sort of?"
"It's a long story."
"Hey I'm not goin anywhere." He smiled and sat in a chair next to the bed.
"Maybe another time." She wished she could just roll over and put her back to him, so maybe he'll go away. But she couldn't, and she hated that with all her soul.
"Awww, come on." She stared at the ceiling.
"Well, we liked each other for awhile before we actually acted upon those feelings, and it was bout that time that I was practically killed by me, well, you know what I mean. Then I finally escape them again, and they give me this virus. Sooo, we really cant do anything. We're sorta in between I guess. Now, I dont think we are anything.
"So he's the guy they wanted?"
"Yeah."
"Do you love him?" Her face became serious.
"So you find a cure yet?" She avoided the question.
"I'm very close. I'll go get to that now." He walked over to the desk. "So you never answered my question." He typed at the keyboard.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." The memories flashed by. So few of them were they actually together. Still, she couldn't deny, nor ignore her feelings. She wanted to cry. She's always losing him. That moment, when their time had been up, and he kissed her. Told her he loved her. No more waiting. No more wanting. No more regrets. That will never be.
"Hey, if you think this guy wont love you because you cant move, then maybe he doesn't really love you." She knew that wasn't true. He would love her no matter what. But it's not fare to him anymore. Kill me now, just kill me now, she thought. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Don't worry, you'll be walking in no time. I'm sure of it." Cant hold him now even if there was no virus. Cant feel him. If there was no virus, still he would have to take care of her, feed her, cloth her. No. No, no, no. Some days passed, and still no movement. Though she felt somewhat happier. Though not much. He continued to move her legs and arms for her. Continued to feed her. An invalid. No point in even being here, cant even do anything. Whats the point.
"Hey, I think I've found something. I'll work it up, and in no time you'll be virus free." Getting up he walked over to her. "You need anything before I leave?"
"Naw, I'm cool. Just get me that cure." She smiled up at him. A fake one. Didn't matter anymore. He smiled and held her hand for a second, even though she couldn't feel it, then left. He was gone for hours, which left her time to think, think of the possibilities. What if she could touch him again? No time limit, except life's time limit. What would happen? What would have happened, if she could move.
Finally, when he came back, she had fallen asleep.
"Hey wake up." He said softly. He smiled, and held up a needle. "Here's your cure."
"Bring it on." He injected her.
"I've been testing this, and it should hold up. I don't think you need to worry anymore. I'll just take a sample of your blood, and we'll find out, how does that sound?" He grinned and took her blood sample over to the desk. "I think we have a winner. And I have a little surprise for you." He walked out of the room, then a moment later returned.
"Logan?"
Well, this isnt all that great, but hey, its something. I dont know, what's your opinion? And I revised it as well, thanks to a review that was actually reflecting my own thoughts. Thank you.