DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, not getting paid, if you want to send me money.
Seriously I have like 50cents American so if you want to sue me. Not that I really think that Fox is gonna sue me when they don't even care enough about Dark Angel to treat it properly.
A/N: So that was my insanest disclaimer yet, This isn't one of my best chapters, I'm not really happy with it but I'm gonna post it to keep the momentum moving as some of this needs to be said so we can get closer to the end and move on to one of the million other fic ideas floating in my head.
Also I had a e-mail from a M/A fan who blocked their address and just wanted to state my position, as of the 22nd of August 2002, I will have seen all of season one and two episodes of season two, I have nothing against Alec and may even write fic about him at a later date he seems like a pretty cool character.
BUT I will never write M/A because
1- I really like Logan and MW (not to say anything against Alec/Jansen)
2- I can't see any girl falling in love with the exact clone of someone she considered to be her brother, especially as she had to kill him.
So that's my position and if anyone else wants to write to me and tell me that M/L is so over etc. that's your opinion and you're welcome to it BUT don't try and tell me what I should be writing, I write what I like.
Everyone else sorry for my rant.
Logan managed a few hours of restless sleep before returning to Max's side, she seemed quite agitated and he wondered if the heat raging within her could somehow sense the male body near the bed, tugging the blanket tighter around himself he closed his eyes and managed to drift off.
* * * * * * * * * *
Disorientated he almost fell out of his chair, glancing towards the window he was surprised to note that a thick fog had drifted in from the Pacific, settling over Seattle during the night.
BANG, BANG, BANG
Blinking he realised the pounding at the door must have awoken him and he threw the blanket off before wheeling towards the front of the apartment.
Opening the door he was horrified to meet the eyes on the other side. Shifting backwards slightly he gestured.
"You'd better come in."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Original Cindy stalked into the apartment, a scowl on her face, "Where's my boo?" she snapped halting in the hall and glaring at him.
"You said she'd be back at work and she weren't she didn't show yesterday either, Kendra hasn't seen her, I'm gonna put the smack down on your chairbound skinny white rich boy arse"
Raising a hand as she stepped towards him pausing as he spoke "She had to go out of town, family trouble."
"My boo don't talk about no family." Said Cindy, "Why didn't she call her sista girls?"
"It was sudden, she called me last night when she couldn't reach you, I was going to call you later."
"ariight then," drawled Cindy, "If you talk to Max, tell her to call me."
"I will" he promised fervently then watched as Cindy headed back to the door,
"Nice boxers you got there roller-boy, Max must like em' " she said pausing in the doorway, then she was gone.
With a relieved sigh Logan locked the door and headed back into the apartment.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The last of the fog lifted as Bling entered the Fogle Towers foyer, He smiled and nodded at Mrs. Moreno as she exited the lift.
"You're early this morning Bling" she said stopping just outside the lift.
"Bright and early" he replied cheerily, "Logan wanted to get an early start today"
"Well, have a good one" she replied as the doors closed, Pressing the penthouse button, he checked his watch as the elevator zoomed up the building. Just after nine. Logan should be up and about by now he thought.
The lift dinged and the doors swooshed open, reaching into his pocket he grabbed the keys and went over to the penthouse door.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Logan was sitting at the table drinking coffee and considering what to cook for breakfast, hearing the key in the lock he remember the work he had dropped yesterday and the poem contained within the notes.
Placing the coffee on the nearest flat surface he began to wheel to the bedroom, Gathering up the paper on the floor he shovelled them into the folder and placed it on the bedside table. Wheeling around he headed back towards the main living area meeting Bling at the bedroom door.
"In a hurry" drawled the trainer, smiling down at Logan
"I dropped a folder and thought I'd pick before you had to." Said Logan panting slightly.
"Okay, have you had breakfast yet?" replied Bling trying not to laugh.
"No, I'm going to cook omelettes if you want one, ham and cheese?" "Sure," said Bling "I'll just check on Max first" Logan nodded and wheeled away, "It'll be ready in 10 minutes"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Bling stuck the thermometer into Max's mouth and grasped her wrist, counting her pulse.
A bit lower than yesterday, he thought, and her temperature is lower too. She's probably coming out of the heat.
Reaching for the bottle he measured out another dose and gave it to Max, she sighed and burrowed into the bed. He leaned over her and straightened the covers before stepping back from the bed.
As he turned to leave the room something white poking from under the bed caught his eye. Realising it must be something Logan had missed in his frantic cleanup earlier he sighed.
Then he leaned over and picked it up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Logan plated the omelettes and then placed them in his lap as he wheeled to the table, after putting them on the placemats he returned to the kitchen and grabbed the silverware before transferring to the dining chair at his place.
Grabbing the coffee he sipped, frowning into the now cold liquid as he lowered the mug intending to place it on the table he was startled by Bling's voice behind him.
"Forever Eyes, Dark, Gee Logan I never knew you felt that way about me." The mug slipped from the glass and bounced off the table, the remaining coffee slipping across the table and dripping onto the floor.
"Um, where did you find that?" demanded Logan,
"It was on the floor under Max's bed, gonna try and tell me you aren't like that again." Drawled Bling in reply. "Or did you write this about me after all?"
"It's about Max" replied Logan, in a resigned tone.
"I knew you had feelings for her" crowed the trainer, "When you gonna ask her out?"
"None of your business" replied Logan heading to the kitchen and grabbing a cloth before returning to mop up his mess.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The day passed fairly quickly, Max slept gradually becoming less restless as the hours past, Bling monitored her, and forced Logan to do a workout, and then research a minor case that had come through the informant net.
Finally at 6.30 Bling collected all his stuff and dosed Max one last time. "She seems to be back to normal now" he told Logan reassuringly as he headed towards the door, "Don't give her any more tranquillizer, just let her sleep the accumulation off"
"Okay," said Logan, "You'll be back in the morning"
"Around Lunch, Give you a chance to talk," replied Bling "Maybe tell her about the poem"
"Goodbye Bling" came the exasperated reply from the kitchen and whistling Bling let himself out of the penthouse and headed towards the elevator, already thinking of home and the hot mama he was meeting later tonight.
So, no Max didn't wake and find the poem?
I added the Cindy thing 'cause she threatens Logan in Red and I wanted to have that continuity, Also its unlikely that Max could just disappear for four days or so (heat + baby-sitting Bruno in Red) and have no-one notice.
Hope you guys are still enjoying this, even though I feel this one wasn't anywhere near the best chapter.
What will happen tomorrow when Max wakes up?
Will Max and Logan talk?
Guess you'll have to wait and read the next chapter.
Peace, Out
Abregaza
Seriously I have like 50cents American so if you want to sue me. Not that I really think that Fox is gonna sue me when they don't even care enough about Dark Angel to treat it properly.
A/N: So that was my insanest disclaimer yet, This isn't one of my best chapters, I'm not really happy with it but I'm gonna post it to keep the momentum moving as some of this needs to be said so we can get closer to the end and move on to one of the million other fic ideas floating in my head.
Also I had a e-mail from a M/A fan who blocked their address and just wanted to state my position, as of the 22nd of August 2002, I will have seen all of season one and two episodes of season two, I have nothing against Alec and may even write fic about him at a later date he seems like a pretty cool character.
BUT I will never write M/A because
1- I really like Logan and MW (not to say anything against Alec/Jansen)
2- I can't see any girl falling in love with the exact clone of someone she considered to be her brother, especially as she had to kill him.
So that's my position and if anyone else wants to write to me and tell me that M/L is so over etc. that's your opinion and you're welcome to it BUT don't try and tell me what I should be writing, I write what I like.
Everyone else sorry for my rant.
Logan managed a few hours of restless sleep before returning to Max's side, she seemed quite agitated and he wondered if the heat raging within her could somehow sense the male body near the bed, tugging the blanket tighter around himself he closed his eyes and managed to drift off.
* * * * * * * * * *
Disorientated he almost fell out of his chair, glancing towards the window he was surprised to note that a thick fog had drifted in from the Pacific, settling over Seattle during the night.
BANG, BANG, BANG
Blinking he realised the pounding at the door must have awoken him and he threw the blanket off before wheeling towards the front of the apartment.
Opening the door he was horrified to meet the eyes on the other side. Shifting backwards slightly he gestured.
"You'd better come in."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Original Cindy stalked into the apartment, a scowl on her face, "Where's my boo?" she snapped halting in the hall and glaring at him.
"You said she'd be back at work and she weren't she didn't show yesterday either, Kendra hasn't seen her, I'm gonna put the smack down on your chairbound skinny white rich boy arse"
Raising a hand as she stepped towards him pausing as he spoke "She had to go out of town, family trouble."
"My boo don't talk about no family." Said Cindy, "Why didn't she call her sista girls?"
"It was sudden, she called me last night when she couldn't reach you, I was going to call you later."
"ariight then," drawled Cindy, "If you talk to Max, tell her to call me."
"I will" he promised fervently then watched as Cindy headed back to the door,
"Nice boxers you got there roller-boy, Max must like em' " she said pausing in the doorway, then she was gone.
With a relieved sigh Logan locked the door and headed back into the apartment.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The last of the fog lifted as Bling entered the Fogle Towers foyer, He smiled and nodded at Mrs. Moreno as she exited the lift.
"You're early this morning Bling" she said stopping just outside the lift.
"Bright and early" he replied cheerily, "Logan wanted to get an early start today"
"Well, have a good one" she replied as the doors closed, Pressing the penthouse button, he checked his watch as the elevator zoomed up the building. Just after nine. Logan should be up and about by now he thought.
The lift dinged and the doors swooshed open, reaching into his pocket he grabbed the keys and went over to the penthouse door.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Logan was sitting at the table drinking coffee and considering what to cook for breakfast, hearing the key in the lock he remember the work he had dropped yesterday and the poem contained within the notes.
Placing the coffee on the nearest flat surface he began to wheel to the bedroom, Gathering up the paper on the floor he shovelled them into the folder and placed it on the bedside table. Wheeling around he headed back towards the main living area meeting Bling at the bedroom door.
"In a hurry" drawled the trainer, smiling down at Logan
"I dropped a folder and thought I'd pick before you had to." Said Logan panting slightly.
"Okay, have you had breakfast yet?" replied Bling trying not to laugh.
"No, I'm going to cook omelettes if you want one, ham and cheese?" "Sure," said Bling "I'll just check on Max first" Logan nodded and wheeled away, "It'll be ready in 10 minutes"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Bling stuck the thermometer into Max's mouth and grasped her wrist, counting her pulse.
A bit lower than yesterday, he thought, and her temperature is lower too. She's probably coming out of the heat.
Reaching for the bottle he measured out another dose and gave it to Max, she sighed and burrowed into the bed. He leaned over her and straightened the covers before stepping back from the bed.
As he turned to leave the room something white poking from under the bed caught his eye. Realising it must be something Logan had missed in his frantic cleanup earlier he sighed.
Then he leaned over and picked it up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Logan plated the omelettes and then placed them in his lap as he wheeled to the table, after putting them on the placemats he returned to the kitchen and grabbed the silverware before transferring to the dining chair at his place.
Grabbing the coffee he sipped, frowning into the now cold liquid as he lowered the mug intending to place it on the table he was startled by Bling's voice behind him.
"Forever Eyes, Dark, Gee Logan I never knew you felt that way about me." The mug slipped from the glass and bounced off the table, the remaining coffee slipping across the table and dripping onto the floor.
"Um, where did you find that?" demanded Logan,
"It was on the floor under Max's bed, gonna try and tell me you aren't like that again." Drawled Bling in reply. "Or did you write this about me after all?"
"It's about Max" replied Logan, in a resigned tone.
"I knew you had feelings for her" crowed the trainer, "When you gonna ask her out?"
"None of your business" replied Logan heading to the kitchen and grabbing a cloth before returning to mop up his mess.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The day passed fairly quickly, Max slept gradually becoming less restless as the hours past, Bling monitored her, and forced Logan to do a workout, and then research a minor case that had come through the informant net.
Finally at 6.30 Bling collected all his stuff and dosed Max one last time. "She seems to be back to normal now" he told Logan reassuringly as he headed towards the door, "Don't give her any more tranquillizer, just let her sleep the accumulation off"
"Okay," said Logan, "You'll be back in the morning"
"Around Lunch, Give you a chance to talk," replied Bling "Maybe tell her about the poem"
"Goodbye Bling" came the exasperated reply from the kitchen and whistling Bling let himself out of the penthouse and headed towards the elevator, already thinking of home and the hot mama he was meeting later tonight.
So, no Max didn't wake and find the poem?
I added the Cindy thing 'cause she threatens Logan in Red and I wanted to have that continuity, Also its unlikely that Max could just disappear for four days or so (heat + baby-sitting Bruno in Red) and have no-one notice.
Hope you guys are still enjoying this, even though I feel this one wasn't anywhere near the best chapter.
What will happen tomorrow when Max wakes up?
Will Max and Logan talk?
Guess you'll have to wait and read the next chapter.
Peace, Out
Abregaza