A/N: well ok, I know it's short. But you guys want more, so I'll give you
all I have. Thanks for the great response still. And just for future
information: just because Dark Angel is cancelled that does NOT mean I'm
going to stop writing. Just because the show is over doesn't mean my ideas
will stop coming. So I'll hope to see you all around the site here and
there. Thanks.
Oh and Kimmy, you got here on time. Mel, thanks for the beta, Sam says hi and waves to Suzi. And everyone else…enjoy!
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Summer Magic ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
It was amazing how much Florida didn't look like it'd been hit by the pulse. Whereas Seattle was reduced to the ghetto projects, everything here looked like a huge suburb. There were nice small cookie-cutter homes, children laughing and playing, even a few department stores. Surveying the peaceful setting, she wondered if Florida ever had to deal with gangs and shootings. Shaking her head, Max put away her thoughts of home and pulled her concentration back to just walking. She had wandered the beach until she reached the edge of town. There was a small market she'd passed through and now she was walking the streets. It was a beautiful place, so clean and warm.
Having walked to her content, Max headed back to the small market. There had been fruit and vegetable stands and some clothing stands. And best of all it didn't have hundreds of people fighting for everything.
Max hummed a random tune as the small market came into view. Patting her pocket to make sure her money was still there; she scanned the market for anything of interest. A small stand with sarongs caught her eye. Every color imaginable was displayed. Hung on displayed for every eye to see. The particular one that had captured her eye was a faded black sarong with dolphins randomly splattered on it. As she was making her way to the stand for a closer look she passed by the vegetable stands. She was just passing the oranges when someone bumped into her.
"Oh, excuse me." A voice said.
Max closed her eyes and groaned, "Oh my god, you are following me aren't you?"
"Max?" Logan sputtered.
Max nodded, "That would be me. But what are you doing here? Don't you have some blonde you should be fooling around with under the bluff or something? Or no, how about a Frisbee to catch?"
"Ouch, that hurts me Max."
"Aw, my heart breaks for you Logan."
"Hey, I enjoy the market thank you very much."
Max rolled her eyes, "And I bet that Tikki Post girl over there has nothing to do with it?"
Logan looked over to the young woman Max had motioned to, "Actually...not that she isn't attractive..." Off of Max's look he grinned, "Well, I was actually looking at a younger, more ripe beauty."
"What?" Max looked up in shock.
He held up a bag of oranges, "Oranges Max, what were you thinking about?
"Well," Max felt her cheeks warm as she tried to think of something, "I mean, well, you could be a pedophile. I certainly wouldn't rule it out."
Logan smiled down at her, "Right Max."
Max looked up at him, "Well it was that or you get off on oranges. I took a shot."
Logan laughed, "Uh, that would be a no. Although I do enjoy a nice pair of melons."
Max punched Logan in the arm, "You're sick, you know that right?"
"What can I say," Logan shrugged, "You left the door wide open. We may be at a truce, but I'll still take a free shot Maxie."
Max rolled her eyes, "So, really. What's with the oranges?"
Logan looked at the bag, "I was going to make a mandarin orange salad. Care to join me?"
"Since when do you make any of your own food?"
"Since I like to cook."
"And this started when?"
Logan cocked his head to the side and grinned.
"Are you feeling ok?" Max asked, staring at him in disbelief.
Logan sighed, "Max, I'm fine. I just wanted to know if you wanted some. Nothing big." He grinned, "Plus, I have to get back to the suite soon. The cops have the hit out for me...something about me and this girl. I mean I told the cops she said she was at least 13, but...well they didn't believe me." Max stared up at him, her face in a look of horror, "Max, I'm kidding."
Max shook her head, "Yeah, sure."
"So, you want some or not?"
Max studied Logan, "You're not going to dump it on my head or anything?" She asked, completely serious.
Logan furrowed his eyebrows, "Max I wouldn't…"
Max cut him off laughing, "I know you moron...I was just testing you. Come on, you bumbling idiot," She said, grabbing his hand and winking at him, "I'm hungry."
Logan shook his head in confusion at the change in her attitude, "Ok, uh sure." He managed, as she pulled him along.
After dragging him a bit Max turned to him, "Sheesh Logan, for being on vacation, you seem awful tense."
Logan just shrugged, "Well, one minute I'm a pedophile, the next you're dragging me off to get lunch. How would you feel?"
Max smiled back at him, "Hungry."
Logan rolled his eyes, "Is it ok that I'm totally confused?"
"Of course." Max answered, turning back around and walking towards the suite with Logan in tow.
The two had reached the suite and were headed to the elevators when Max felt arms encircle her waist. Thinking it was Logan, Max tensed, "Logan, what are you doing?"
"It's me, Max." Rafer answered as he spun her around.
"Oh." Max said, not sure if she was disappointed that it wasn't Logan or not, "Hey Rafer."
Max looked to Logan, 'one moment.' She mouthed.
Logan shrugged and pushed past the couple to the elevators, "Whatever." He mumbled.
"What's his deal?" Rafer asked, looking down at Max.
Max shrugged, "I don't know. But I can't stay. I uh…I have to be in my room. Parents orders." She lied, pulling away from his grasp.
"Oh," Rafer pushed a stray hair from her face, "Want some company?"
"No!" Max said, maybe a little to quickly, "I mean. I uh, I just want to get some rest."
Rafer nodded, "Yeah. Ok, how about we do something tomorrow night then?"
Somehow his arms had gotten back around her waist so Max had to pull away again, "Yeah, that's fine Rafer. Same place same time?"
Rafer nodded, his face showing a little disappointment, "I'll be there."
Max nodded back, heading to the elevators, "Ok, see you then." She added before stepping into the elevator Logan had been holding. She saw Rafer hold up a hand, waving good-bye.
Logan snorted, "I can't believe you let him treat you like that."
"What?" Max looked up at Logan, "Treat me like…."
Logan set down the bag of oranges he had and walked up behind Max, pulling her into his arms, quieting her, "When a guy does this," he said, pulling her closer to him, "He's got something on his mind Max. And it's not how beautiful you look in that sarong."
Max squirmed against Logan and pulled away from him, "Logan, stop it."
"Stop what?" he asked, "Stop treating you like meat? Funny, you didn't mind when Rafer did it."
Max glared at Logan, "I am not meat, and I was not being treated like it either!"
Logan stared her in the eyes, "Then why are you with him? I see the way he looks at you Max. You are no more than a nice piece of ass to him."
"Shut up!" Max screamed at him, her face flushed from the rush of emotion and hormones that had amounted when his arms had encircled her waist, "You don't know."
Logan laughed, trying to clear his head from the thoughts his actions had arose in him, "I don't know a nice piece of ass?"
"No, that's not what I meant!" Max growled, her frustration growing, "He does not think of me like that. He's a nice guy."
"Right, nice." Logan sighed in frustration, bending over to pick up his oranges.
Max crossed her arms over her breasts and leaned against the wall, "What do you know about him anyway?"
"More than you think." He said, as the elevator doors opened.
Max followed him out, "What? How?"
"Ask Nic." He said walking to his suite.
Max stopped dead in her tracks, "What?"
Logan turned, "Ask. Nic."
"I'm asking you Logan."
Logan shook his head and turned back to his suite, "Do you still want lunch?"
Max furrowed her eyebrows, completely confused, "What? I…uh…yeah. Sure."
Logan motioned to his door, "Then come on. We'll eat in my room, if that's ok."
"Sure...yeah…ok." She mumbled, still slightly confused.
Logan smiled and opened the door for her, "Ok then. You should know where everything is, make yourself comfor…"
Logan stopped in his tracks, Max right behind him, "Logan, what are you doi…oh."
Max's eyes widened as a scantily clad blonde bounded over to them, "Loggie! Hey sweetie!" Flinging her arms around Logan's neck and wrapping her legs around Logan's waist, the blonde pushed Max out the door and then swung it closed, her mouth firmly attached to Logan's the whole time.
Max blinked and stared at the door for a moment before walking to her own room, "Well, there's something you don't see everyday."
A/n: so what did we think? Honestly now, cause I gotta say, this wasn't really one of my favorite chapters. Katerpillar_03@Hotmail.com or leave me a review. Thanks a lot all of you who take the time to review. Really, it does mean a lot to me.
~kat
Oh and Kimmy, you got here on time. Mel, thanks for the beta, Sam says hi and waves to Suzi. And everyone else…enjoy!
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Summer Magic ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
It was amazing how much Florida didn't look like it'd been hit by the pulse. Whereas Seattle was reduced to the ghetto projects, everything here looked like a huge suburb. There were nice small cookie-cutter homes, children laughing and playing, even a few department stores. Surveying the peaceful setting, she wondered if Florida ever had to deal with gangs and shootings. Shaking her head, Max put away her thoughts of home and pulled her concentration back to just walking. She had wandered the beach until she reached the edge of town. There was a small market she'd passed through and now she was walking the streets. It was a beautiful place, so clean and warm.
Having walked to her content, Max headed back to the small market. There had been fruit and vegetable stands and some clothing stands. And best of all it didn't have hundreds of people fighting for everything.
Max hummed a random tune as the small market came into view. Patting her pocket to make sure her money was still there; she scanned the market for anything of interest. A small stand with sarongs caught her eye. Every color imaginable was displayed. Hung on displayed for every eye to see. The particular one that had captured her eye was a faded black sarong with dolphins randomly splattered on it. As she was making her way to the stand for a closer look she passed by the vegetable stands. She was just passing the oranges when someone bumped into her.
"Oh, excuse me." A voice said.
Max closed her eyes and groaned, "Oh my god, you are following me aren't you?"
"Max?" Logan sputtered.
Max nodded, "That would be me. But what are you doing here? Don't you have some blonde you should be fooling around with under the bluff or something? Or no, how about a Frisbee to catch?"
"Ouch, that hurts me Max."
"Aw, my heart breaks for you Logan."
"Hey, I enjoy the market thank you very much."
Max rolled her eyes, "And I bet that Tikki Post girl over there has nothing to do with it?"
Logan looked over to the young woman Max had motioned to, "Actually...not that she isn't attractive..." Off of Max's look he grinned, "Well, I was actually looking at a younger, more ripe beauty."
"What?" Max looked up in shock.
He held up a bag of oranges, "Oranges Max, what were you thinking about?
"Well," Max felt her cheeks warm as she tried to think of something, "I mean, well, you could be a pedophile. I certainly wouldn't rule it out."
Logan smiled down at her, "Right Max."
Max looked up at him, "Well it was that or you get off on oranges. I took a shot."
Logan laughed, "Uh, that would be a no. Although I do enjoy a nice pair of melons."
Max punched Logan in the arm, "You're sick, you know that right?"
"What can I say," Logan shrugged, "You left the door wide open. We may be at a truce, but I'll still take a free shot Maxie."
Max rolled her eyes, "So, really. What's with the oranges?"
Logan looked at the bag, "I was going to make a mandarin orange salad. Care to join me?"
"Since when do you make any of your own food?"
"Since I like to cook."
"And this started when?"
Logan cocked his head to the side and grinned.
"Are you feeling ok?" Max asked, staring at him in disbelief.
Logan sighed, "Max, I'm fine. I just wanted to know if you wanted some. Nothing big." He grinned, "Plus, I have to get back to the suite soon. The cops have the hit out for me...something about me and this girl. I mean I told the cops she said she was at least 13, but...well they didn't believe me." Max stared up at him, her face in a look of horror, "Max, I'm kidding."
Max shook her head, "Yeah, sure."
"So, you want some or not?"
Max studied Logan, "You're not going to dump it on my head or anything?" She asked, completely serious.
Logan furrowed his eyebrows, "Max I wouldn't…"
Max cut him off laughing, "I know you moron...I was just testing you. Come on, you bumbling idiot," She said, grabbing his hand and winking at him, "I'm hungry."
Logan shook his head in confusion at the change in her attitude, "Ok, uh sure." He managed, as she pulled him along.
After dragging him a bit Max turned to him, "Sheesh Logan, for being on vacation, you seem awful tense."
Logan just shrugged, "Well, one minute I'm a pedophile, the next you're dragging me off to get lunch. How would you feel?"
Max smiled back at him, "Hungry."
Logan rolled his eyes, "Is it ok that I'm totally confused?"
"Of course." Max answered, turning back around and walking towards the suite with Logan in tow.
The two had reached the suite and were headed to the elevators when Max felt arms encircle her waist. Thinking it was Logan, Max tensed, "Logan, what are you doing?"
"It's me, Max." Rafer answered as he spun her around.
"Oh." Max said, not sure if she was disappointed that it wasn't Logan or not, "Hey Rafer."
Max looked to Logan, 'one moment.' She mouthed.
Logan shrugged and pushed past the couple to the elevators, "Whatever." He mumbled.
"What's his deal?" Rafer asked, looking down at Max.
Max shrugged, "I don't know. But I can't stay. I uh…I have to be in my room. Parents orders." She lied, pulling away from his grasp.
"Oh," Rafer pushed a stray hair from her face, "Want some company?"
"No!" Max said, maybe a little to quickly, "I mean. I uh, I just want to get some rest."
Rafer nodded, "Yeah. Ok, how about we do something tomorrow night then?"
Somehow his arms had gotten back around her waist so Max had to pull away again, "Yeah, that's fine Rafer. Same place same time?"
Rafer nodded, his face showing a little disappointment, "I'll be there."
Max nodded back, heading to the elevators, "Ok, see you then." She added before stepping into the elevator Logan had been holding. She saw Rafer hold up a hand, waving good-bye.
Logan snorted, "I can't believe you let him treat you like that."
"What?" Max looked up at Logan, "Treat me like…."
Logan set down the bag of oranges he had and walked up behind Max, pulling her into his arms, quieting her, "When a guy does this," he said, pulling her closer to him, "He's got something on his mind Max. And it's not how beautiful you look in that sarong."
Max squirmed against Logan and pulled away from him, "Logan, stop it."
"Stop what?" he asked, "Stop treating you like meat? Funny, you didn't mind when Rafer did it."
Max glared at Logan, "I am not meat, and I was not being treated like it either!"
Logan stared her in the eyes, "Then why are you with him? I see the way he looks at you Max. You are no more than a nice piece of ass to him."
"Shut up!" Max screamed at him, her face flushed from the rush of emotion and hormones that had amounted when his arms had encircled her waist, "You don't know."
Logan laughed, trying to clear his head from the thoughts his actions had arose in him, "I don't know a nice piece of ass?"
"No, that's not what I meant!" Max growled, her frustration growing, "He does not think of me like that. He's a nice guy."
"Right, nice." Logan sighed in frustration, bending over to pick up his oranges.
Max crossed her arms over her breasts and leaned against the wall, "What do you know about him anyway?"
"More than you think." He said, as the elevator doors opened.
Max followed him out, "What? How?"
"Ask Nic." He said walking to his suite.
Max stopped dead in her tracks, "What?"
Logan turned, "Ask. Nic."
"I'm asking you Logan."
Logan shook his head and turned back to his suite, "Do you still want lunch?"
Max furrowed her eyebrows, completely confused, "What? I…uh…yeah. Sure."
Logan motioned to his door, "Then come on. We'll eat in my room, if that's ok."
"Sure...yeah…ok." She mumbled, still slightly confused.
Logan smiled and opened the door for her, "Ok then. You should know where everything is, make yourself comfor…"
Logan stopped in his tracks, Max right behind him, "Logan, what are you doi…oh."
Max's eyes widened as a scantily clad blonde bounded over to them, "Loggie! Hey sweetie!" Flinging her arms around Logan's neck and wrapping her legs around Logan's waist, the blonde pushed Max out the door and then swung it closed, her mouth firmly attached to Logan's the whole time.
Max blinked and stared at the door for a moment before walking to her own room, "Well, there's something you don't see everyday."
A/n: so what did we think? Honestly now, cause I gotta say, this wasn't really one of my favorite chapters. Katerpillar_03@Hotmail.com or leave me a review. Thanks a lot all of you who take the time to review. Really, it does mean a lot to me.
~kat