Painted Picture
Summary: Michelle Courtez had given up hope on ever finding her daughter. She settled down and had a family. But the past crashes into the present, forcing her to find her oldest daughter. (Slightly M/L-ish).
Disclaimer: I own Aileen (I own my cousin? Somebody call the paper!) and the rest of the happy little family. The rest are James Cameron's and Charles Eglee's. I removed Fox from my disclaimer, sue me.
A/N: This story is rather weird, and I decided to put it in season 1.
Max and Logan are a couple.
Timeline: I & I am a camera.
Dedicated to Aileen, my cousin!
Painted Picture
Prologue
Michelle Courtez slowly opened the door to her daughter's room. She just wanted to see her one more time before she went to bed. If only to know that she was near her. A smile crept onto her face, as she peeked into the room.
Aileen lay on her side, her eyes closed. Brown strands of hair hung in front of her face, going up and down with the rythm of her breathing.
Michelle leaned against the doorframe, watching her little angel. She never thought that after she'd escaped Manticore, she would have another baby. But her she was, watching her five year old daughter while she slept.
Everyone she knew thought she had everything. A good job, a house and a beautiful daughter to care for. But, there was always something, or some one missing.
And she was stuck in a place where she'd eventually get killed. Where she'd be experimented on "To improve the medication against illness'', as they'd told her. More likely to create the perfect soldier.
But, worst of it all was, that it was all her fault. She could've escaped, and could've given her oldest daughter a better life. A life where she would learn how to play, laugh and learn things normal children learned.
A tear ran down her cheek, and she turned around to close the door. A voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Mommy?"
She spun around, staring at her daughter.
Aileen's eyes were open, and she was watching her intently, wondering what was wrong.
"Have you been kwying?" She asked, moving her covers aside. Her voice was soft from sleep.
"No sweetie..." Michelle quickly brushed away the tears with the palm of her hand, and walked over to the small bed.
Aileen lay down again, and Michelle tucked her in. She dropped a light kiss at the top of Aileen's head, and then turned around to leave the room.
"Mommy?"
"Yes Leenie?"
"Love you."
Michelle's eyes brightend at the two little words, ans she replied,
"Love you too... Sweet dreams." With that, she closed the door, and walked to her own room.
Maybe it was time to stop crying over it, and simply live with the fact that she would never see her other daughter again.
Maybe...
Summary: Michelle Courtez had given up hope on ever finding her daughter. She settled down and had a family. But the past crashes into the present, forcing her to find her oldest daughter. (Slightly M/L-ish).
Disclaimer: I own Aileen (I own my cousin? Somebody call the paper!) and the rest of the happy little family. The rest are James Cameron's and Charles Eglee's. I removed Fox from my disclaimer, sue me.
A/N: This story is rather weird, and I decided to put it in season 1.
Max and Logan are a couple.
Timeline: I & I am a camera.
Dedicated to Aileen, my cousin!
Painted Picture
Prologue
Michelle Courtez slowly opened the door to her daughter's room. She just wanted to see her one more time before she went to bed. If only to know that she was near her. A smile crept onto her face, as she peeked into the room.
Aileen lay on her side, her eyes closed. Brown strands of hair hung in front of her face, going up and down with the rythm of her breathing.
Michelle leaned against the doorframe, watching her little angel. She never thought that after she'd escaped Manticore, she would have another baby. But her she was, watching her five year old daughter while she slept.
Everyone she knew thought she had everything. A good job, a house and a beautiful daughter to care for. But, there was always something, or some one missing.
And she was stuck in a place where she'd eventually get killed. Where she'd be experimented on "To improve the medication against illness'', as they'd told her. More likely to create the perfect soldier.
But, worst of it all was, that it was all her fault. She could've escaped, and could've given her oldest daughter a better life. A life where she would learn how to play, laugh and learn things normal children learned.
A tear ran down her cheek, and she turned around to close the door. A voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
"Mommy?"
She spun around, staring at her daughter.
Aileen's eyes were open, and she was watching her intently, wondering what was wrong.
"Have you been kwying?" She asked, moving her covers aside. Her voice was soft from sleep.
"No sweetie..." Michelle quickly brushed away the tears with the palm of her hand, and walked over to the small bed.
Aileen lay down again, and Michelle tucked her in. She dropped a light kiss at the top of Aileen's head, and then turned around to leave the room.
"Mommy?"
"Yes Leenie?"
"Love you."
Michelle's eyes brightend at the two little words, ans she replied,
"Love you too... Sweet dreams." With that, she closed the door, and walked to her own room.
Maybe it was time to stop crying over it, and simply live with the fact that she would never see her other daughter again.
Maybe...