Logan walked into his penthouse feeling like he had been hit by a ton of
bricks. Those drinks he had at that bar defiantly had ingredients close to
toxic waste. He did protest to the outing but Asha was insistent and made
him go saying something along the lines that it was good for him. After the
entire night of being in a crowd that was intellectually challenged and
drinking sewer for fun Asha came home with him to make sure he would make
it.
Despite all the drinking it still didn't dull that void he felt as usual. The void of Max. Of course no one would dwell on it more than him. Despite how she died in his arms something had to be done. He spent his days at his computer trying to bring Manticore down as revenge. And after the revenge would be fulfilled.well he wouldn't have much left to do so he wasn't planning on living without purpose. Always checking to make sure she wasn't in a cell or in training at the facility he checked through when he was able to periodically grasp visual on the surveillance cameras in Manticore. Once or twice he thought he saw her but the girls back was turned to him and he would remind himself of the feeling of the breath leaving her bleeding body. Unfortunatly he couldn't stay on the cameras very long. Maybe an hour because he would be booted.
It was nice of Asha to try and help but he knew her intentions were more than friendly. She came up behind him talking about something the guys said at the bar said that was amusing. Logan stopped in the middle of the room his mind blanking and zoning to somewhere else. Asha came up behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder getting his attention.
"Logan you really do work to hard. You need to go out more like we just did." She turned him around and moved closer to him with a seemingly innocent sweet smile.
"I had a lot of fun and I hope you can say the same. A friendship helps professional career ya know. Builds trust." Asha moved her hand onto his chest and moved so that there were inches between them. "Intimate relationships can build even stronger trust."
Asha said this casually but with suggestiveness. Logan shook his internal head. She thinks she could put the moves on him while he is supposedly intoxicated. He laughed bitterly to himself. Logan put a caring smile on his face and put his hand on hers, which was gently messaging his breast. He stood that way for a minute. It seems his reflexes just slowed down a lot these past few months. He would have moved away from her approaching body in his personal space but he was too tired to move. Then he removed her hand and released it at her side.
"Asha. I appreciate you trying to take care of me but I am fine. So I don't sleep much and I work a lot. I could be worse than a workaholic you know. And even though I don't go out much I really don't think it is necessary I start anything as a routine with a social group." Of course the meaning was all in his tone telling her he didn't want what she wanted. Her smile went thin and forced and she backed off.
"Ok. Well I need to go so call me when you need something k?" Logan nodded his head and she closed the door behind her. He stayed there for a long while with his head hung. His head was too clouded to work. It usually didn't happen but once in a while after he went for 22hour days or working through nights weeks at a time. He couldn't sleep because nightmares would ensue of something or a flashback of the shooting or the night he held Max dying in his arms.
When he got in this position of exhaustion and depression he goes one place. Logan moved and picked up his keys and went to his Aztec in order to drive to the space needle.
A/N Oh Trice that hurt. You really think I can't write a story with out smut in it? Tsk tsk. Well maybe this IS a smut fic in disguise. Or it might be between the wrong people. Heck I could make this a sad ending and she NEVER figures out the real situation and maybe Logan does move on! AHAHAH! I am so unpredictable!! Suffer my wrath!! Muhahaha!
And I am still trying to figure how to fix the messed situation with Touchable. Grrr.
Despite all the drinking it still didn't dull that void he felt as usual. The void of Max. Of course no one would dwell on it more than him. Despite how she died in his arms something had to be done. He spent his days at his computer trying to bring Manticore down as revenge. And after the revenge would be fulfilled.well he wouldn't have much left to do so he wasn't planning on living without purpose. Always checking to make sure she wasn't in a cell or in training at the facility he checked through when he was able to periodically grasp visual on the surveillance cameras in Manticore. Once or twice he thought he saw her but the girls back was turned to him and he would remind himself of the feeling of the breath leaving her bleeding body. Unfortunatly he couldn't stay on the cameras very long. Maybe an hour because he would be booted.
It was nice of Asha to try and help but he knew her intentions were more than friendly. She came up behind him talking about something the guys said at the bar said that was amusing. Logan stopped in the middle of the room his mind blanking and zoning to somewhere else. Asha came up behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder getting his attention.
"Logan you really do work to hard. You need to go out more like we just did." She turned him around and moved closer to him with a seemingly innocent sweet smile.
"I had a lot of fun and I hope you can say the same. A friendship helps professional career ya know. Builds trust." Asha moved her hand onto his chest and moved so that there were inches between them. "Intimate relationships can build even stronger trust."
Asha said this casually but with suggestiveness. Logan shook his internal head. She thinks she could put the moves on him while he is supposedly intoxicated. He laughed bitterly to himself. Logan put a caring smile on his face and put his hand on hers, which was gently messaging his breast. He stood that way for a minute. It seems his reflexes just slowed down a lot these past few months. He would have moved away from her approaching body in his personal space but he was too tired to move. Then he removed her hand and released it at her side.
"Asha. I appreciate you trying to take care of me but I am fine. So I don't sleep much and I work a lot. I could be worse than a workaholic you know. And even though I don't go out much I really don't think it is necessary I start anything as a routine with a social group." Of course the meaning was all in his tone telling her he didn't want what she wanted. Her smile went thin and forced and she backed off.
"Ok. Well I need to go so call me when you need something k?" Logan nodded his head and she closed the door behind her. He stayed there for a long while with his head hung. His head was too clouded to work. It usually didn't happen but once in a while after he went for 22hour days or working through nights weeks at a time. He couldn't sleep because nightmares would ensue of something or a flashback of the shooting or the night he held Max dying in his arms.
When he got in this position of exhaustion and depression he goes one place. Logan moved and picked up his keys and went to his Aztec in order to drive to the space needle.
A/N Oh Trice that hurt. You really think I can't write a story with out smut in it? Tsk tsk. Well maybe this IS a smut fic in disguise. Or it might be between the wrong people. Heck I could make this a sad ending and she NEVER figures out the real situation and maybe Logan does move on! AHAHAH! I am so unpredictable!! Suffer my wrath!! Muhahaha!
And I am still trying to figure how to fix the messed situation with Touchable. Grrr.