Disclaimer: Any characters that appear in Dark Angel are not mine. I have
no association with the show and I'm not making any money from this story
Spoilers: Season 1, Between "Camera" and "Meow."
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If you like you can e-mail me at gilenagile@hotmail.com.
A/N: This chapter is kind of short but the next is almost ready.
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Max was on her second plate of pancakes and sausages when Anna suggested they go visit the cabin that morning. Picking the last sausage off the plate, she helped Logan clean up the kitchen while his grandmother went to start up the ancient Land rover she kept in the detached garage to the side of the house.
Standing over the sink, Max watched out the window as Anna came around the house and started yanking the garage doors open. It didn't require her enhanced hearing to notice the sound of the hinges, long since rusted in the salty sea air protest the movement, the sound carrying clearly through the crack in the window letting the aroma of frying sausages and the excess heat from the stove out into the crisp northwestern air.
"Sorry about bolting last night."
"No problem."
"Yes it is. I probably freaked your grandmother out."
"She doesn't freak out easily."
An engine attempted to splutter to life outside as Max turned around to face him rather sheepishly. "It's just everything here is so normal, so perfect. Guess that brings out the freak in me even more." Her attempt at a smile was laboring unsuccessfully on her full lips until she picked up the muttered curses coming from the yard. Turning again she saw an elderly figure kicking the rear end of the Land Rover now visible through the open garage doors.
"She one spunky lady."
"Reminds me of somebody…I think you two will get along just fine"
Max blushed slightly as she caught Logan staring at her out of the corner of her eye. " If she knew what I really am she would look at me differently." She lowered her head studying the suds floating in the cooling dishwater. "Look at me Logan, I am a freak, a genetically enhanced killing machine. I don't fit into a normal life. I can see that, why can't you?"
"Guess it depends on what you're looking to see." Logan held her gaze, as a slight smile softened the corners of her haunted eyes.
They both looked abruptly toward the window as Anna peaked in, red in the face. "Logan, get me the jumper cables off the porch would you. This heap of junk needs to be taught a lesson." She stomped back toward the garage.
"Hey Logan." Max called as he wheeled out of the room. " Comparing a girl to his grandmother, however favorably, isn't something a guy should make a habit of."
Logan grinned as he shrugged into his jacket. Maybe there was hope for this guy yet.
Spoilers: Season 1, Between "Camera" and "Meow."
Reviews: Please!
Thanks to those who've reviewed. Feedback is wonderful.
If you like you can e-mail me at gilenagile@hotmail.com.
A/N: This chapter is kind of short but the next is almost ready.
__________
Max was on her second plate of pancakes and sausages when Anna suggested they go visit the cabin that morning. Picking the last sausage off the plate, she helped Logan clean up the kitchen while his grandmother went to start up the ancient Land rover she kept in the detached garage to the side of the house.
Standing over the sink, Max watched out the window as Anna came around the house and started yanking the garage doors open. It didn't require her enhanced hearing to notice the sound of the hinges, long since rusted in the salty sea air protest the movement, the sound carrying clearly through the crack in the window letting the aroma of frying sausages and the excess heat from the stove out into the crisp northwestern air.
"Sorry about bolting last night."
"No problem."
"Yes it is. I probably freaked your grandmother out."
"She doesn't freak out easily."
An engine attempted to splutter to life outside as Max turned around to face him rather sheepishly. "It's just everything here is so normal, so perfect. Guess that brings out the freak in me even more." Her attempt at a smile was laboring unsuccessfully on her full lips until she picked up the muttered curses coming from the yard. Turning again she saw an elderly figure kicking the rear end of the Land Rover now visible through the open garage doors.
"She one spunky lady."
"Reminds me of somebody…I think you two will get along just fine"
Max blushed slightly as she caught Logan staring at her out of the corner of her eye. " If she knew what I really am she would look at me differently." She lowered her head studying the suds floating in the cooling dishwater. "Look at me Logan, I am a freak, a genetically enhanced killing machine. I don't fit into a normal life. I can see that, why can't you?"
"Guess it depends on what you're looking to see." Logan held her gaze, as a slight smile softened the corners of her haunted eyes.
They both looked abruptly toward the window as Anna peaked in, red in the face. "Logan, get me the jumper cables off the porch would you. This heap of junk needs to be taught a lesson." She stomped back toward the garage.
"Hey Logan." Max called as he wheeled out of the room. " Comparing a girl to his grandmother, however favorably, isn't something a guy should make a habit of."
Logan grinned as he shrugged into his jacket. Maybe there was hope for this guy yet.