A/N: Thanks to catherder on this one. She mentioned the term pathetic
fallacy to me in a chat the other day and it obviously stuck in my brain,
because my muse has been beating me over the head with it…
411 ON THE DL – PATHETIC FALLACY
Pathetic fallacy -
That's a literary term -
But it sure describes what's happening right now.
The rain is streaming down Logan's window…
Tears from the Seattle night sky…
The sky is crying for us both…
We who cannot shed tears for the pain we feel.
Val came back into Logan's life for a brief few days -
His beautiful, funny, ex-wife.
She breezed in while he was out
and started to re-arrange the furniture:
Feng shui in full swing.
She said she came to apologise…
That he was at the end of a long list.
Needless to say, it was a lie.
Funny how we've both been let down…
Logan by Val, me by Zack.
My day started badly…
My bike, my beloved Ninja,
confiscated by overzealous sector cops…
I nearly exploded when they told me the fine
"$3,000…" – that's extortion!
No wonder my mood was black –
as black as my bike.
"Check out the classifieds, boo."
So I did…
That's when I saw it.
Two lines of print -
They scared the hell out of me.
What was my barcode doing in the paper?
Logan tried to warn me away -
Said it was a trap.
But I had been looking for my family so long:
half my life -
I couldn't pass up a chance –
no matter how slim.
Then with the new employee,
Sam, dogging my tail…
I waited for the phone call.
Vogelsang - this was his doing.
A sleazy private eye…
Lydecker's little pet.
I didn't trust him,
but I knew what he wanted -
Cold hard cash.
A midnight raid on the depot,
A dog bribed with a steak,
My sweetheart, my Ninja, and I were away,
Along with the contents of the safe.
Well, I had to do something –
Logan refused to help me -
What's a girl to do?
It had to be a trap.
But I had the money now,
So I arranged to meet him anyway…
But not until he gave me a clue,
A little tidbit of information,
A teaser of what he had.
But first I had something else to do.
Val – I knew there was something wrong there.
But it was Sketchy, that idiot, put it together for me.
The mark of the sunglasses sunburned into his brow:
On Val's hand – the mark of a wedding ring.
At Val's home – there she was.
I admit it – I spied on her.
The reason she was back in Logan's life?
Same as Vogelsang – cold hard cash.
Damn he was going to be hurt by this,
But I had to tell him….
My next appointment: Vogelsang
Only I was too late…
Another murder on the street –
Shot through the head.
I had but one clue -
A removed barcode tattoo
Vogelsang told me that much on the phone
And how well I remembered those numbers
Zack… and here in Seattle.
"All right, here's four tattoo parlors in Chinatown…"
and I was away on the search.
But in case anything happened,
I had to tell Logan about Val…
Zack's room:
His bike and helmet,
His tryptophan.
The rush of the escape…
No Zack, I couldn't go with you
This is my home…
There's someone needs me here…
And I'm so tired of running…
Not that you understood that.
You thought me weak and sentimental.
You couldn't even respond to my simple hug…
I wanted to connect with you Zack:
To be with my own kind;
A basic human impulse, as Logan said.
And Bling
How wise are you…
Was there any doubt I'd go to Logan…
Afterall, misery loves company.
So now look at us – Logan and me
Together yet alone.
Pathetic fallacy is right:
We can't cry…
But the Seattle night sky cries with us
as we take a spin in the park…
411 ON THE DL – PATHETIC FALLACY
Pathetic fallacy -
That's a literary term -
But it sure describes what's happening right now.
The rain is streaming down Logan's window…
Tears from the Seattle night sky…
The sky is crying for us both…
We who cannot shed tears for the pain we feel.
Val came back into Logan's life for a brief few days -
His beautiful, funny, ex-wife.
She breezed in while he was out
and started to re-arrange the furniture:
Feng shui in full swing.
She said she came to apologise…
That he was at the end of a long list.
Needless to say, it was a lie.
Funny how we've both been let down…
Logan by Val, me by Zack.
My day started badly…
My bike, my beloved Ninja,
confiscated by overzealous sector cops…
I nearly exploded when they told me the fine
"$3,000…" – that's extortion!
No wonder my mood was black –
as black as my bike.
"Check out the classifieds, boo."
So I did…
That's when I saw it.
Two lines of print -
They scared the hell out of me.
What was my barcode doing in the paper?
Logan tried to warn me away -
Said it was a trap.
But I had been looking for my family so long:
half my life -
I couldn't pass up a chance –
no matter how slim.
Then with the new employee,
Sam, dogging my tail…
I waited for the phone call.
Vogelsang - this was his doing.
A sleazy private eye…
Lydecker's little pet.
I didn't trust him,
but I knew what he wanted -
Cold hard cash.
A midnight raid on the depot,
A dog bribed with a steak,
My sweetheart, my Ninja, and I were away,
Along with the contents of the safe.
Well, I had to do something –
Logan refused to help me -
What's a girl to do?
It had to be a trap.
But I had the money now,
So I arranged to meet him anyway…
But not until he gave me a clue,
A little tidbit of information,
A teaser of what he had.
But first I had something else to do.
Val – I knew there was something wrong there.
But it was Sketchy, that idiot, put it together for me.
The mark of the sunglasses sunburned into his brow:
On Val's hand – the mark of a wedding ring.
At Val's home – there she was.
I admit it – I spied on her.
The reason she was back in Logan's life?
Same as Vogelsang – cold hard cash.
Damn he was going to be hurt by this,
But I had to tell him….
My next appointment: Vogelsang
Only I was too late…
Another murder on the street –
Shot through the head.
I had but one clue -
A removed barcode tattoo
Vogelsang told me that much on the phone
And how well I remembered those numbers
Zack… and here in Seattle.
"All right, here's four tattoo parlors in Chinatown…"
and I was away on the search.
But in case anything happened,
I had to tell Logan about Val…
Zack's room:
His bike and helmet,
His tryptophan.
The rush of the escape…
No Zack, I couldn't go with you
This is my home…
There's someone needs me here…
And I'm so tired of running…
Not that you understood that.
You thought me weak and sentimental.
You couldn't even respond to my simple hug…
I wanted to connect with you Zack:
To be with my own kind;
A basic human impulse, as Logan said.
And Bling
How wise are you…
Was there any doubt I'd go to Logan…
Afterall, misery loves company.
So now look at us – Logan and me
Together yet alone.
Pathetic fallacy is right:
We can't cry…
But the Seattle night sky cries with us
as we take a spin in the park…