Normalcy's Not in the Genes
By Jade
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Dark Angel, if I did, the show would still be around.
Time Frame: Season One, after "I and I am a Camera"
Summary: All Max and Logan wanted was to spend a quiet, peaceful day together.
Author's Note: Logan can walk with aide from the exoskeleton. ~*~ means flashback. Third installation of the Test of Wills series. Read Tipsy and I've Loved You first or you'll be very lost. R&R please! The poem that Logan writes is a version of a poem I wrote called "Anchor". Big thank you to my best two betas ever- Elisha and Lanna, for helping me get this dealio started. Thanks so much for reviewing!
A tall curvy woman pulled into a sector checkpoint at the break of day in a red BMW. BMWs were hard to find after the Pulse hit, unless of course, if you had money. The woman, sporting a fancy cashmere blouse and Valentino dress pants, pulled out her sector pass and flashed a smile at the sector cop. "Go ahead."
"Thank you." She said and with that, rolled up her tinted window and drove into the heart of Seattle.
The graceful blonde pulled out a cell phone and hit 6 on speed dial. "Why hello Margot! I was wondering if you could give me your adorable nephew's address, I would really like to surprise him with a visit. Hmm umm, ok. I know where that is, ok, thank you Margot, buh bye." 'If Logan Cale didn't really love me then, he will now.'
Logan slowly woke up later that afternoon with his nose still pounding. 'Note to self: don't piss off anymore X5s..' Logan grimaced and he slowly struggled to push himself up and rest his back against the headboard. He looked down at Max, still in his arms, and smiled at her angelic aura at that moment.
Max moved slightly at Logan's change in positions. She slowly woke up, still drowning in the warmth of Logan. She looked down at her clothes. 'Damn, I'm still in OC's halter and skirt.. hopefully she doesn't mind that they're extremely wrinkled.' Max looked up at Logan, who was watching her lovingly as his eyes shone brightly.
"Hey sleepy." Logan kissed her good afternoon as she melted in his arms.
"Hey to you too, how's the nose? It still hurt?" Max reached up to lightly touch it and assess the damage.
"Well, besides the fact that it hurts like hell, it's good." He shot her one of his sexy grins as she lightly chuckled.
Max tried to slip out of the bed to get Logan some medicine or ice but he wouldn't let her. He gripped her tighter and pulled her in closer. "Don't leave yet," he whispered in her ear, all low and sexy, "I need a nurse, a very special nurse, to help me beat this bitch."
Logan smiled as she ceased her struggle and let out a laugh as she relaxed in his arms. "You've been hanging around me too long." she remarked, letting a smile grow on her face.
"Is that a bad thing?"
His low seductive tone sent chills up her spine. 'Thank God it's Saturday! I woulda lost my job for about the fifth time already!'
Logan kissed the top of her head. "Come on, let's get some lunch."
Zack unearthed his Super Hawk from the rubble of scrap metal as morning descended on the Seattle skyline. 'If she won't obey orders I can't be responsible for her carelessness.'
Zack sped off through Seattle and back into the depths of Canada and the safe cover of Canadian fir tree forests. He felt the Manticore inside of him, chastising his failure. 'Maybe one of these days she'll listen.'
Max slipped into her apartment soon after she and Logan had lunch together. 'I can't stand these clothes anymore!' Max walked into her room and changed into a robe.
"Boo! That you? Where tha hell have you been? Original Cindy had started to think that those black helacopta folks stopped by on yo ass after I had paged ya 3 times!"
"Zack dropped in on us last night." Max said casually, as if he ruined their evening every night. "Whad he do to my home girl? Does Original Cindy need to smack some sense into ya boy?"
Max stared off into nowhere, remembering what happened last night. "No, I'm cool," she said distantly, "but I can't say the same for Logan. He has such nerve, you know that?" Max's anger started to boil. "Mr. GI-Joe barges in on my evening, hurts Logan, then asks me to leave Seattle with him!"
Original Cindy poured some coffee and offered it to Max. "I feel ya boo. Logan ok?"
"Yea, he just has a bruise on his nose."
"You gonna go over there and nurse him back to health?" Original Cindy wagged her eyebrows at Max while she started to laugh.
"I gotta get moving- I promised Logan we'd spend the day together." Max put down her coffee and walked into the bathroom. The cold water pelted her smooth skin as thoughts buzzed and ricocheted in her head. Logan had offered his shower, but she needed some time to think about things, especially Zack's rantings. His words were starting to get to her, even though she knew her life wasn't a sentimental lie, and Logan was one of the strongest people she knew. He wouldn't get him killed, but would she get him killed? Thoughts loomed over and over in her mind as her cold hypothermic shower came to an end.
"He's not a liability, but am I?"
Logan typed away at this computer, hoping Max would come back soon. She had declined his offer of using is shower, probably because she needed to clear her head. Logan couldn't hear all of what Zack had said, but what he had heard stung him just as much as it had probably stung her. Even with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, Max had agreed to spend the day with him. A day free of Lydecker and Manticore, Jampony, Bling's pep talks/sermons, and Eyes Only problems. Today it was just he and Max.
After tying up some loose ends, he shut down his computers and pulled out the leather journal in which he kept all his poems about Max. As he skimmed over his poems, he realized that one of then was missing. It was the one he let Max read shortly after she got Original Cindy out of the clutches of Synthedyne. 'She must have taken it with her. All that time you thought that poem had scared her away Cale, and she really took it with her. Bling's right, I am pretty dense.' He flipped to an open page and started to scribble his thoughts down.
you always seem to anchor me to my mind
not letting me slip through the cracks
keeping me sane even though at times i seem pretty wacko
keeping my morals and values strong
hearing your voice in my head making me turn around and defend the weak
more than i ever have before
pushing me to be the best because you know how bright the light inside of me is
telling me that i am great even when even i don't believe it
making me smile brighter and the rose colored glasses rosier
adjusting my eyes to see more hidden beauties in life
that seemed to slip under the radar before
reinforcing my opinions wanting me to share my voice
with the whole world even if someone won't approve
anchoring me to myself while you show me so much in such a short time
The infamous red BMW sped through the streets of Seattle. The woman had seemed to weasel her way out of getting tickets for speeding in every sector. Now, she was entering sector nine, the high-rise bureau, where Logan Cale resided.
She stopped at a very classy coffee shop, one of the few left in Seattle even though coffee and Seattle used to go together like salt and pepper, but things change. She ordered a mocha frappuccino, her favorite. Not the ones in those wimpy little bottles that used to be sold in supermarkets before the Pulse, but the ones that came in large quantities, handmade, and in a large soup bowl sized cup.
After checking her voicemail, she opened her rather large, black leather purse and pulled out a similar looking sleek phone book. She flipped until she got to a page circled in red several times.
Cale, Logan 26.486.397.1085~ Former Boyfriend from Yale, soon-to-be husband.
Logan closed his book of "lyrical pen scratchings" after reading his recent poem one last time. He was contemplating on whether to show it to Max or not until the shrill of his phone broke his thoughts. "Hello?"
"Loogie! It's soooooo good to hear from you! It's been so long! What has it been? Five, six years?" A high voice on the other end was pointing in Logan's head as he sat dumbfounded. "Veronica? How did you get this number?" Logan sat down in his computer chair, stopping briefly to recollect those years at Yale and those five hellish months when she breathed down his back every moment.
~*~
Logan woke up to the sound of a very high voice and bright light.
"Goooodd morning Loogie! I made you some breakfast! IwasthinkingthatttodaywecouldgotothatlovelyparkonMadisonand-"
Logan stopped listening and rubbed his eyes. He picked up the clock and read it, "EIGHT O'CLOCK? You woke me up at eight o'clock! Veronica- how many times do I have to tell you- I'm NOT a morning person!"
Veronica shoved a piece of buttered toast in his mouth. "Eat, we've got a lot of things to do today! Oh and I set out the shirt and pants that you look really good in, you know the yellow shirt and white pants?"
Logan pulled out the piece of toast and slam-dunked it in the wastebasket. 'I've spent way too much time this week taking out half eaten pieces of food that she's voluntarily shoved in my mouth.' Veronica threw his yellow shirt and white pressed Armani dress pants at him. 'Ugh- not the yellow shirt and white pants! Way too bright- and I think the only reason I've worn them was because Veronica found the box I left them in from last Christmas with Margot and Jonas.. Smooth, Cale. You should've given them to Tom or Fredrick- but nooo, you had to keep them! Stupid, stupid!'
Logan slid out of bed and pulled on a robe. He threw the clothes back in the closet on top of his Lit book as Veronica kept yapping. Closing the drapes, he walked into the kitchen and drank some coffee. It was going to be a very loooooooonnnnngggg day. ~*~
Logan shuddered at the past recollection as Veronica, same as always, kept talking. When she took a breath, Logan cut in, "You know, Veronica, it's nice to hear from you again, but I'm very busy today. Sorry."
"Oh no worries! I'll just drop by for a few minutes and just be on my way! Cya in a few Loogie!"
"Wai-" The phone on the other end clicked off, "t."
'How the hell did you get yourself into this one this time?!'
Logan had a thousand different thoughts running in his head at once. How did she get his phone number? He hasn't talked to her since they had broken up when he was a senior at Yale. How did she know that he lived in Seattle? And most importantly, how does she know where he lived? No one else from college really kept in touch with him, after Yale and the Pulse, he pretty much cut off ties with most people from his past, and the only people that were aware of his whereabouts from his past- "No."
Logan picked up the phone and dialed a very familiar number. "Hello?" An aristocratic voice poured out through the receiver.
"Hi Aunt Margot."
"Why Logan! What a surprise this is!"
'I'm sure it is.' Logan tried to stay calm, but it was getting more and more difficult.
"Well, I have been busy- Look, you wouldn't by any chance know a Veronica Michaels would you?" 'Please say no, please say no!'
"Veronica Michaels as in Michaels Medical Supply?" Logan let out a sigh of relief, "Well of course I do Logan, we met several months ago at a charity luncheon."
Logan's eyes got large and the room started to swim. "You, didn't by any chance, tell her where I live and give her my phone number did you?" 'Say no, say no!'
"Well, she was very eager to see you so, obviously, I gave her the information. I think she still has feelings for you, Logan." She said with a rather matter-of-fact tone. Margot was glad a high-class woman had plans to add herself into Logan's life. After that Max Guevara showed up at Bennett and Maryanne's wedding, Margot had looking out for people to set Logan up with a nice, rich Gloria Vanderbilt type girl, but they were hard to find in pre-Pulse America. Then Veronica had come along and she knew that Veronica was perfect.
"Ok, I, um, I have some work to do so I'll um, talk to you later." Logan hung up the phone and put his heads in his hands. Was the whole world plotting against him, or did it only seem that way?
The cherry red BMW pulled into the Fogle Towers parking structure. The tall blonde got out, locked the car and preceded to the lift, when inside, she pressed PH. She was sure to get him this time. Margot had told her about this "Max" girl that Logan went with to Benny or Benae's or whatever his name was wedding, but she was sure he had just hired her or something. When she got to Logan's penthouse door, she knocked on it loudly and yelled, "Woohooo! Loogie! Open up!"
Logan stopped dead at the sound of a high-pitched shrill coming from the other side of the door. 'Veronica. Damnit! She didn't give me enough time to get out and go over to Max's place.. Ugh! What the hell am I gonna do?' "Ahh- Just a minute!"
Logan walked to window and looked down. 'Too far of a drop. Damn and there's no other way out!' Logan was left with not other options but to open the door. He walked to the door and opened it. "Hi, Veronica, how's it going?"
"Oh just great! You have such a lovely penthouse! Can I go in?" Veronica brushed past him and walked in.
"Sure, come on in." he commented softly, "She hasn't changed a bit, not one bit!" Veronica walked around, looking at the furniture and tables, looking for a picture of the "other woman," but there were none.
"What brings you by?" Logan walked in the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee, strong Irish coffee for him, decaf for her- so she wouldn't bounce off the walls anymore than she already did, and walked into the living room.
"Oh, you know," She smoothed her pants and accepted the cup of coffee, "Just wanted to drop by and see an old friend." She looked off and took a sip of her coffee.
"I know you Veronica, you never just 'drop by' for anything."
"Well, you got me there," She laughed as Logan took a long, long sip of his Irish coffee in silence. "I was wondering, if you wanted to, well, see- my uncle has this boat which is now mine since he died and since it's a perfect day to go out sailing and since I used to take you sailing all the time and once you said you loved it so I thought with it being docked Washington Harbor and all that we could go for a spin in it?"
"Well, I have pla-"
"Great! Let's go!"
Veronica took a hold of his arm and dragged him out the door before he could get his cell phone or keys. 'Max, save me!'
Max sped through sector nine as a cool breeze brushed her face. Max had spent a while talking to OC about the past events before she hit Logan's. 'Today I get to be just a normal girl spending time with her- wait, is Logan my boyfriend?' Max and Logan hadn't talked about it yet, its had just, happened. 'I guess I'll have to talk to him about it, only if he brings it up of course.' She pulled into the parking structure in Fogle Towers and parked her bike next to Logan's Aztek. His Aztek had gone through a lot, mostly because of her. When he had had the Cale trust fund cushioning him he just took it to an auto shop, but know that the trust was gone, Max helped him fix it up every once in awhile. She walked in the lift and pressed PH. 'Just being a normal girl without a government agency on my ass today.'
Max picked the lock in Logan's door only to find that it wasn't locked. 'Funny, Logan always locks his doors.' "Logan? Logan?"
Max looked around the penthouse to find Logan nowhere, yet his phone and keys were still there. He had vanished, without a trace. No message, not phone call, nothing. "Where are you Logan?"
Suddenly tremors overcame her body and she crashed into the wall. "Wwwwhhhheerre iss ttryypptoopphhann?" Max fumbled in her pockets but came up empty. She felt her legs give out as she leaned against a hallway wall. 'If only I could just reach the bathroom.' Max was aware that Logan kept tryptophan in his medicine cabinets after she landed in Langford for trying to steal some more after Kendra and OC flushed them down the toilet. Max scrambled across the hallway towards his bathroom. The more steps she took the farther away it felt. Max's legs finally gave out as the shakes began to increase and she fell to the floor.
~*~
"Stay with me, please?
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Probably the most singularly beautiful face I've ever seen."
"You looked beautiful in it, In fact you were the most beautiful woman there."
"You ok?"
"Yea, just a little dizzy."
"Wanna stop?"
"No, just don't let go."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"It's worth noting, while you're right--my mission is saving the world--it doesn't mean that I don't worry about you."
"Worry accomplishes nothing. But it's nice to know that you think of me as more than your own private cat burglar."
"Way more." ~*~
"Logan.." Max whispered as she crashed on the floor and plunged head first into a vat of darkness.
By Jade
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Dark Angel, if I did, the show would still be around.
Time Frame: Season One, after "I and I am a Camera"
Summary: All Max and Logan wanted was to spend a quiet, peaceful day together.
Author's Note: Logan can walk with aide from the exoskeleton. ~*~ means flashback. Third installation of the Test of Wills series. Read Tipsy and I've Loved You first or you'll be very lost. R&R please! The poem that Logan writes is a version of a poem I wrote called "Anchor". Big thank you to my best two betas ever- Elisha and Lanna, for helping me get this dealio started. Thanks so much for reviewing!
A tall curvy woman pulled into a sector checkpoint at the break of day in a red BMW. BMWs were hard to find after the Pulse hit, unless of course, if you had money. The woman, sporting a fancy cashmere blouse and Valentino dress pants, pulled out her sector pass and flashed a smile at the sector cop. "Go ahead."
"Thank you." She said and with that, rolled up her tinted window and drove into the heart of Seattle.
The graceful blonde pulled out a cell phone and hit 6 on speed dial. "Why hello Margot! I was wondering if you could give me your adorable nephew's address, I would really like to surprise him with a visit. Hmm umm, ok. I know where that is, ok, thank you Margot, buh bye." 'If Logan Cale didn't really love me then, he will now.'
Logan slowly woke up later that afternoon with his nose still pounding. 'Note to self: don't piss off anymore X5s..' Logan grimaced and he slowly struggled to push himself up and rest his back against the headboard. He looked down at Max, still in his arms, and smiled at her angelic aura at that moment.
Max moved slightly at Logan's change in positions. She slowly woke up, still drowning in the warmth of Logan. She looked down at her clothes. 'Damn, I'm still in OC's halter and skirt.. hopefully she doesn't mind that they're extremely wrinkled.' Max looked up at Logan, who was watching her lovingly as his eyes shone brightly.
"Hey sleepy." Logan kissed her good afternoon as she melted in his arms.
"Hey to you too, how's the nose? It still hurt?" Max reached up to lightly touch it and assess the damage.
"Well, besides the fact that it hurts like hell, it's good." He shot her one of his sexy grins as she lightly chuckled.
Max tried to slip out of the bed to get Logan some medicine or ice but he wouldn't let her. He gripped her tighter and pulled her in closer. "Don't leave yet," he whispered in her ear, all low and sexy, "I need a nurse, a very special nurse, to help me beat this bitch."
Logan smiled as she ceased her struggle and let out a laugh as she relaxed in his arms. "You've been hanging around me too long." she remarked, letting a smile grow on her face.
"Is that a bad thing?"
His low seductive tone sent chills up her spine. 'Thank God it's Saturday! I woulda lost my job for about the fifth time already!'
Logan kissed the top of her head. "Come on, let's get some lunch."
Zack unearthed his Super Hawk from the rubble of scrap metal as morning descended on the Seattle skyline. 'If she won't obey orders I can't be responsible for her carelessness.'
Zack sped off through Seattle and back into the depths of Canada and the safe cover of Canadian fir tree forests. He felt the Manticore inside of him, chastising his failure. 'Maybe one of these days she'll listen.'
Max slipped into her apartment soon after she and Logan had lunch together. 'I can't stand these clothes anymore!' Max walked into her room and changed into a robe.
"Boo! That you? Where tha hell have you been? Original Cindy had started to think that those black helacopta folks stopped by on yo ass after I had paged ya 3 times!"
"Zack dropped in on us last night." Max said casually, as if he ruined their evening every night. "Whad he do to my home girl? Does Original Cindy need to smack some sense into ya boy?"
Max stared off into nowhere, remembering what happened last night. "No, I'm cool," she said distantly, "but I can't say the same for Logan. He has such nerve, you know that?" Max's anger started to boil. "Mr. GI-Joe barges in on my evening, hurts Logan, then asks me to leave Seattle with him!"
Original Cindy poured some coffee and offered it to Max. "I feel ya boo. Logan ok?"
"Yea, he just has a bruise on his nose."
"You gonna go over there and nurse him back to health?" Original Cindy wagged her eyebrows at Max while she started to laugh.
"I gotta get moving- I promised Logan we'd spend the day together." Max put down her coffee and walked into the bathroom. The cold water pelted her smooth skin as thoughts buzzed and ricocheted in her head. Logan had offered his shower, but she needed some time to think about things, especially Zack's rantings. His words were starting to get to her, even though she knew her life wasn't a sentimental lie, and Logan was one of the strongest people she knew. He wouldn't get him killed, but would she get him killed? Thoughts loomed over and over in her mind as her cold hypothermic shower came to an end.
"He's not a liability, but am I?"
Logan typed away at this computer, hoping Max would come back soon. She had declined his offer of using is shower, probably because she needed to clear her head. Logan couldn't hear all of what Zack had said, but what he had heard stung him just as much as it had probably stung her. Even with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, Max had agreed to spend the day with him. A day free of Lydecker and Manticore, Jampony, Bling's pep talks/sermons, and Eyes Only problems. Today it was just he and Max.
After tying up some loose ends, he shut down his computers and pulled out the leather journal in which he kept all his poems about Max. As he skimmed over his poems, he realized that one of then was missing. It was the one he let Max read shortly after she got Original Cindy out of the clutches of Synthedyne. 'She must have taken it with her. All that time you thought that poem had scared her away Cale, and she really took it with her. Bling's right, I am pretty dense.' He flipped to an open page and started to scribble his thoughts down.
you always seem to anchor me to my mind
not letting me slip through the cracks
keeping me sane even though at times i seem pretty wacko
keeping my morals and values strong
hearing your voice in my head making me turn around and defend the weak
more than i ever have before
pushing me to be the best because you know how bright the light inside of me is
telling me that i am great even when even i don't believe it
making me smile brighter and the rose colored glasses rosier
adjusting my eyes to see more hidden beauties in life
that seemed to slip under the radar before
reinforcing my opinions wanting me to share my voice
with the whole world even if someone won't approve
anchoring me to myself while you show me so much in such a short time
The infamous red BMW sped through the streets of Seattle. The woman had seemed to weasel her way out of getting tickets for speeding in every sector. Now, she was entering sector nine, the high-rise bureau, where Logan Cale resided.
She stopped at a very classy coffee shop, one of the few left in Seattle even though coffee and Seattle used to go together like salt and pepper, but things change. She ordered a mocha frappuccino, her favorite. Not the ones in those wimpy little bottles that used to be sold in supermarkets before the Pulse, but the ones that came in large quantities, handmade, and in a large soup bowl sized cup.
After checking her voicemail, she opened her rather large, black leather purse and pulled out a similar looking sleek phone book. She flipped until she got to a page circled in red several times.
Cale, Logan 26.486.397.1085~ Former Boyfriend from Yale, soon-to-be husband.
Logan closed his book of "lyrical pen scratchings" after reading his recent poem one last time. He was contemplating on whether to show it to Max or not until the shrill of his phone broke his thoughts. "Hello?"
"Loogie! It's soooooo good to hear from you! It's been so long! What has it been? Five, six years?" A high voice on the other end was pointing in Logan's head as he sat dumbfounded. "Veronica? How did you get this number?" Logan sat down in his computer chair, stopping briefly to recollect those years at Yale and those five hellish months when she breathed down his back every moment.
~*~
Logan woke up to the sound of a very high voice and bright light.
"Goooodd morning Loogie! I made you some breakfast! IwasthinkingthatttodaywecouldgotothatlovelyparkonMadisonand-"
Logan stopped listening and rubbed his eyes. He picked up the clock and read it, "EIGHT O'CLOCK? You woke me up at eight o'clock! Veronica- how many times do I have to tell you- I'm NOT a morning person!"
Veronica shoved a piece of buttered toast in his mouth. "Eat, we've got a lot of things to do today! Oh and I set out the shirt and pants that you look really good in, you know the yellow shirt and white pants?"
Logan pulled out the piece of toast and slam-dunked it in the wastebasket. 'I've spent way too much time this week taking out half eaten pieces of food that she's voluntarily shoved in my mouth.' Veronica threw his yellow shirt and white pressed Armani dress pants at him. 'Ugh- not the yellow shirt and white pants! Way too bright- and I think the only reason I've worn them was because Veronica found the box I left them in from last Christmas with Margot and Jonas.. Smooth, Cale. You should've given them to Tom or Fredrick- but nooo, you had to keep them! Stupid, stupid!'
Logan slid out of bed and pulled on a robe. He threw the clothes back in the closet on top of his Lit book as Veronica kept yapping. Closing the drapes, he walked into the kitchen and drank some coffee. It was going to be a very loooooooonnnnngggg day. ~*~
Logan shuddered at the past recollection as Veronica, same as always, kept talking. When she took a breath, Logan cut in, "You know, Veronica, it's nice to hear from you again, but I'm very busy today. Sorry."
"Oh no worries! I'll just drop by for a few minutes and just be on my way! Cya in a few Loogie!"
"Wai-" The phone on the other end clicked off, "t."
'How the hell did you get yourself into this one this time?!'
Logan had a thousand different thoughts running in his head at once. How did she get his phone number? He hasn't talked to her since they had broken up when he was a senior at Yale. How did she know that he lived in Seattle? And most importantly, how does she know where he lived? No one else from college really kept in touch with him, after Yale and the Pulse, he pretty much cut off ties with most people from his past, and the only people that were aware of his whereabouts from his past- "No."
Logan picked up the phone and dialed a very familiar number. "Hello?" An aristocratic voice poured out through the receiver.
"Hi Aunt Margot."
"Why Logan! What a surprise this is!"
'I'm sure it is.' Logan tried to stay calm, but it was getting more and more difficult.
"Well, I have been busy- Look, you wouldn't by any chance know a Veronica Michaels would you?" 'Please say no, please say no!'
"Veronica Michaels as in Michaels Medical Supply?" Logan let out a sigh of relief, "Well of course I do Logan, we met several months ago at a charity luncheon."
Logan's eyes got large and the room started to swim. "You, didn't by any chance, tell her where I live and give her my phone number did you?" 'Say no, say no!'
"Well, she was very eager to see you so, obviously, I gave her the information. I think she still has feelings for you, Logan." She said with a rather matter-of-fact tone. Margot was glad a high-class woman had plans to add herself into Logan's life. After that Max Guevara showed up at Bennett and Maryanne's wedding, Margot had looking out for people to set Logan up with a nice, rich Gloria Vanderbilt type girl, but they were hard to find in pre-Pulse America. Then Veronica had come along and she knew that Veronica was perfect.
"Ok, I, um, I have some work to do so I'll um, talk to you later." Logan hung up the phone and put his heads in his hands. Was the whole world plotting against him, or did it only seem that way?
The cherry red BMW pulled into the Fogle Towers parking structure. The tall blonde got out, locked the car and preceded to the lift, when inside, she pressed PH. She was sure to get him this time. Margot had told her about this "Max" girl that Logan went with to Benny or Benae's or whatever his name was wedding, but she was sure he had just hired her or something. When she got to Logan's penthouse door, she knocked on it loudly and yelled, "Woohooo! Loogie! Open up!"
Logan stopped dead at the sound of a high-pitched shrill coming from the other side of the door. 'Veronica. Damnit! She didn't give me enough time to get out and go over to Max's place.. Ugh! What the hell am I gonna do?' "Ahh- Just a minute!"
Logan walked to window and looked down. 'Too far of a drop. Damn and there's no other way out!' Logan was left with not other options but to open the door. He walked to the door and opened it. "Hi, Veronica, how's it going?"
"Oh just great! You have such a lovely penthouse! Can I go in?" Veronica brushed past him and walked in.
"Sure, come on in." he commented softly, "She hasn't changed a bit, not one bit!" Veronica walked around, looking at the furniture and tables, looking for a picture of the "other woman," but there were none.
"What brings you by?" Logan walked in the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee, strong Irish coffee for him, decaf for her- so she wouldn't bounce off the walls anymore than she already did, and walked into the living room.
"Oh, you know," She smoothed her pants and accepted the cup of coffee, "Just wanted to drop by and see an old friend." She looked off and took a sip of her coffee.
"I know you Veronica, you never just 'drop by' for anything."
"Well, you got me there," She laughed as Logan took a long, long sip of his Irish coffee in silence. "I was wondering, if you wanted to, well, see- my uncle has this boat which is now mine since he died and since it's a perfect day to go out sailing and since I used to take you sailing all the time and once you said you loved it so I thought with it being docked Washington Harbor and all that we could go for a spin in it?"
"Well, I have pla-"
"Great! Let's go!"
Veronica took a hold of his arm and dragged him out the door before he could get his cell phone or keys. 'Max, save me!'
Max sped through sector nine as a cool breeze brushed her face. Max had spent a while talking to OC about the past events before she hit Logan's. 'Today I get to be just a normal girl spending time with her- wait, is Logan my boyfriend?' Max and Logan hadn't talked about it yet, its had just, happened. 'I guess I'll have to talk to him about it, only if he brings it up of course.' She pulled into the parking structure in Fogle Towers and parked her bike next to Logan's Aztek. His Aztek had gone through a lot, mostly because of her. When he had had the Cale trust fund cushioning him he just took it to an auto shop, but know that the trust was gone, Max helped him fix it up every once in awhile. She walked in the lift and pressed PH. 'Just being a normal girl without a government agency on my ass today.'
Max picked the lock in Logan's door only to find that it wasn't locked. 'Funny, Logan always locks his doors.' "Logan? Logan?"
Max looked around the penthouse to find Logan nowhere, yet his phone and keys were still there. He had vanished, without a trace. No message, not phone call, nothing. "Where are you Logan?"
Suddenly tremors overcame her body and she crashed into the wall. "Wwwwhhhheerre iss ttryypptoopphhann?" Max fumbled in her pockets but came up empty. She felt her legs give out as she leaned against a hallway wall. 'If only I could just reach the bathroom.' Max was aware that Logan kept tryptophan in his medicine cabinets after she landed in Langford for trying to steal some more after Kendra and OC flushed them down the toilet. Max scrambled across the hallway towards his bathroom. The more steps she took the farther away it felt. Max's legs finally gave out as the shakes began to increase and she fell to the floor.
~*~
"Stay with me, please?
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Probably the most singularly beautiful face I've ever seen."
"You looked beautiful in it, In fact you were the most beautiful woman there."
"You ok?"
"Yea, just a little dizzy."
"Wanna stop?"
"No, just don't let go."
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"It's worth noting, while you're right--my mission is saving the world--it doesn't mean that I don't worry about you."
"Worry accomplishes nothing. But it's nice to know that you think of me as more than your own private cat burglar."
"Way more." ~*~
"Logan.." Max whispered as she crashed on the floor and plunged head first into a vat of darkness.