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have looked after them. The concept and the writing contained within this
posting belong to me, as well as all other crazy ideas that I decide to
write.
A/N: Sorry for my absent updates. After various computer problems, e.g. Motherboard blowing-up and a slight battle with writer's block I'm back in action. Hope you like the hook I included, and I think this one might end in a better place.
Also I'm not writing the scene but Max and Logan have talked about the details, e.g. length of heat, the type of tranquillizers etc before this starts on the way to the bedroom or something. It was the cause of my writer's block so I left it out.
Additional A/N: Thanks Kyre. I didn't even notice on my read through, it was a HUGE mistake, don't know what I was thinking, but fixed now.
Please review, you can even tell me if it suck or whatever, you also can e- mail me at abregaza_21@hotmail.com
Remember reviews are good and flames keep you warm.
As he rummaged in his bathroom she changed back into the tank and boxers she kept in the penthouse to sleep in. "So why do you have tranquillizers anyway" she called "is the great Eyes-Only an insomniac?"
"Something like that" was Logan's amused reply. "Are you ready?" Pulling open the door she walked back to the bed and hopped in.
"So then why are you always awake for my late night visits" She teased as he opened the bottle and shook out four pills.
He shrugged "I hate taking them; I'd rather accomplish something when I can't sleep." He handed her the pills and watched as she juggled them in her hand". Meeting his eyes she smiled nervously and said "So I'll see you in two days"
He nodded and handed her a glass of water, then watched as she swallowed, and handed him back the glass of water. As she settled herself under the covers he turned to leave and began to close the door.
"Logan." as he opened the door again and waited she continued softly "Could you stay. just until I go to sleep."
Silently he returned to her side, sitting in his wheelchair next to the bed and depositing the water glass on the bedside table. Smiling at her he made a wild suggestion "I could tell you a bedtime story" When she nodded he began to tell her the story of the swan princess.
As he finished the story of Odette and Derek, Logan smiled to himself; Max had quickly fallen asleep before he had finished half the story. Straightening the covers he spun the chair and headed to the computer to get some work done.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Bling arrived an hour later Logan was staring blankly at the computer unable to concentrate well enough to risk hacking into anyone's computer.
"Ready for your workout" intoned the trainer cheerily.
"Sure" Logan replied distractedly, running a hand through his already disarrayed spikes and thinking of Max.
Bling headed for the work-out area only to return when Logan still hadn't arrived and he had finished setting up. "Logan?" he said wondering what had his boss and friend so distracted today.
Logan practically flew out of the chair. "What? .... Oh, the workout, I'll be right with you."
Bling turned and headed back to the table, still puzzled as to Logan's mood, after a few seconds Logan pushed back from the desk and followed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Twenty minutes later as Logan half-heartedly completed the reps Bling snapped.
"What's your problem today? Is a case bugging you, 'Cause you aren't concentrating!"
"It's Max, she's." began Logan.
"When are you two going to admit you're like that and get together, it would simplify things." Drawled Bling, assuming that as usual they'd tied each other up in knots in an argument.
"It's not that," said Logan "She's not. well"
Quickly he explained the problem to Bling, who offered to help. After taking Max's vital signs he headed out to get a liquid version of the pills that Max had taken. He claimed that not only would it be stronger and easier to administer to a sleeping patient, but also that it was safer with less risk that Max would wake up and attack the nearest male body, in this situation Logan.
Logan headed to the kitchen to make lunch; Bling had decided that was a fair trade for the procurement of the solution. He hadn't told Logan he would have helped anyway, a chez cale meal was worth a lot in this broken world where many went without for days.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Two hours later the apartment was silent as Logan again stared at the computer screen. Max was still deep in the sleep they had engineered and Bling was gone.
Before he had left he'd forced Logan to complete the training schedule, and then shown him how to administer the tranquillizer. It was fairly simple, instead of placing a tablet within the mouth you simply measured the dosage and let it absorb into the mouth, no injection necessary.
Knowing he would get no peace unless he checked on her he gathered up a file and headed back through the penthouse towards the guest-room.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Opening the door softly he smiled at the sight that greeted his anxious eyes.
Max was curled up on her side, reminding him of a kitten he'd had as a child.
Moving closer he marveled at the total relaxation displayed on her sleeping face. The childlike innocence reflected made her look like the youth he often forgot she was.
He had never seen her so peaceful, even when she had fallen asleep on his couch she had been taut and ready for action. He'd once dropped a mug in the kitchen and almost before the shattering was complete she'd been in the doorway, poised for battle.
As she assessed the scene and realized the danger was simply a small incident of clumsiness she'd quickly fallen from attack mode and become embarrassed over her reaction.
Sitting in the chair he'd earlier told her a bedtime story from he gazed at the beauty of the face on the pillow, and marveled at the fascinating and strong woman behind it.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Gradually time passed and he became aware of the folder in his lap, opening it he began to read his notes, finally getting some work done.
Frequently he glanced over at the lithe form in the bed, smiling absently as he returned to his work.
As she rolled slightly her skin was gilded by the diffused light filtered through the gauzy curtains. As he took in the beauty of the sight he noticed the light was forming a halo around her head, making her look like an angel. the angel that he considered her.
Struck by inspiration he jotted the poem in the margins of his work, noting he would have to transfer it to his journal later.
Then he returned once more to his notes.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As the night began to settle over Seattle he wearily leaned back in his chair, drifting off into the realms of sleep with thoughts of a forever eyes dancing through his head.
What will happen next? Will Logan wake up in time to give Max her next dose?
Did you like how I slipped the poem in?
Next part out soon (I hope) Please Read AND Review.
Abregaza
A/N: Sorry for my absent updates. After various computer problems, e.g. Motherboard blowing-up and a slight battle with writer's block I'm back in action. Hope you like the hook I included, and I think this one might end in a better place.
Also I'm not writing the scene but Max and Logan have talked about the details, e.g. length of heat, the type of tranquillizers etc before this starts on the way to the bedroom or something. It was the cause of my writer's block so I left it out.
Additional A/N: Thanks Kyre. I didn't even notice on my read through, it was a HUGE mistake, don't know what I was thinking, but fixed now.
Please review, you can even tell me if it suck or whatever, you also can e- mail me at abregaza_21@hotmail.com
Remember reviews are good and flames keep you warm.
As he rummaged in his bathroom she changed back into the tank and boxers she kept in the penthouse to sleep in. "So why do you have tranquillizers anyway" she called "is the great Eyes-Only an insomniac?"
"Something like that" was Logan's amused reply. "Are you ready?" Pulling open the door she walked back to the bed and hopped in.
"So then why are you always awake for my late night visits" She teased as he opened the bottle and shook out four pills.
He shrugged "I hate taking them; I'd rather accomplish something when I can't sleep." He handed her the pills and watched as she juggled them in her hand". Meeting his eyes she smiled nervously and said "So I'll see you in two days"
He nodded and handed her a glass of water, then watched as she swallowed, and handed him back the glass of water. As she settled herself under the covers he turned to leave and began to close the door.
"Logan." as he opened the door again and waited she continued softly "Could you stay. just until I go to sleep."
Silently he returned to her side, sitting in his wheelchair next to the bed and depositing the water glass on the bedside table. Smiling at her he made a wild suggestion "I could tell you a bedtime story" When she nodded he began to tell her the story of the swan princess.
As he finished the story of Odette and Derek, Logan smiled to himself; Max had quickly fallen asleep before he had finished half the story. Straightening the covers he spun the chair and headed to the computer to get some work done.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Bling arrived an hour later Logan was staring blankly at the computer unable to concentrate well enough to risk hacking into anyone's computer.
"Ready for your workout" intoned the trainer cheerily.
"Sure" Logan replied distractedly, running a hand through his already disarrayed spikes and thinking of Max.
Bling headed for the work-out area only to return when Logan still hadn't arrived and he had finished setting up. "Logan?" he said wondering what had his boss and friend so distracted today.
Logan practically flew out of the chair. "What? .... Oh, the workout, I'll be right with you."
Bling turned and headed back to the table, still puzzled as to Logan's mood, after a few seconds Logan pushed back from the desk and followed.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Twenty minutes later as Logan half-heartedly completed the reps Bling snapped.
"What's your problem today? Is a case bugging you, 'Cause you aren't concentrating!"
"It's Max, she's." began Logan.
"When are you two going to admit you're like that and get together, it would simplify things." Drawled Bling, assuming that as usual they'd tied each other up in knots in an argument.
"It's not that," said Logan "She's not. well"
Quickly he explained the problem to Bling, who offered to help. After taking Max's vital signs he headed out to get a liquid version of the pills that Max had taken. He claimed that not only would it be stronger and easier to administer to a sleeping patient, but also that it was safer with less risk that Max would wake up and attack the nearest male body, in this situation Logan.
Logan headed to the kitchen to make lunch; Bling had decided that was a fair trade for the procurement of the solution. He hadn't told Logan he would have helped anyway, a chez cale meal was worth a lot in this broken world where many went without for days.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Two hours later the apartment was silent as Logan again stared at the computer screen. Max was still deep in the sleep they had engineered and Bling was gone.
Before he had left he'd forced Logan to complete the training schedule, and then shown him how to administer the tranquillizer. It was fairly simple, instead of placing a tablet within the mouth you simply measured the dosage and let it absorb into the mouth, no injection necessary.
Knowing he would get no peace unless he checked on her he gathered up a file and headed back through the penthouse towards the guest-room.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Opening the door softly he smiled at the sight that greeted his anxious eyes.
Max was curled up on her side, reminding him of a kitten he'd had as a child.
Moving closer he marveled at the total relaxation displayed on her sleeping face. The childlike innocence reflected made her look like the youth he often forgot she was.
He had never seen her so peaceful, even when she had fallen asleep on his couch she had been taut and ready for action. He'd once dropped a mug in the kitchen and almost before the shattering was complete she'd been in the doorway, poised for battle.
As she assessed the scene and realized the danger was simply a small incident of clumsiness she'd quickly fallen from attack mode and become embarrassed over her reaction.
Sitting in the chair he'd earlier told her a bedtime story from he gazed at the beauty of the face on the pillow, and marveled at the fascinating and strong woman behind it.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Gradually time passed and he became aware of the folder in his lap, opening it he began to read his notes, finally getting some work done.
Frequently he glanced over at the lithe form in the bed, smiling absently as he returned to his work.
As she rolled slightly her skin was gilded by the diffused light filtered through the gauzy curtains. As he took in the beauty of the sight he noticed the light was forming a halo around her head, making her look like an angel. the angel that he considered her.
Struck by inspiration he jotted the poem in the margins of his work, noting he would have to transfer it to his journal later.
Then he returned once more to his notes.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As the night began to settle over Seattle he wearily leaned back in his chair, drifting off into the realms of sleep with thoughts of a forever eyes dancing through his head.
What will happen next? Will Logan wake up in time to give Max her next dose?
Did you like how I slipped the poem in?
Next part out soon (I hope) Please Read AND Review.
Abregaza