Sister Game
-She shouldn't have, but she did, and wether you like it or not, you're involved.- Logan/Hit a sista back
Summary: What if Tinga survived her treatment and was still alive? M/L, T/C, cure for the virus eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Radar Love
A/N: Okay, My muse just hit me. Literally, it was standing there, smiling. "If you don't continue 'Sister Game' those M/L fans are going to scream." And then it hit me... Okay, okay.
M/A=Evil. Flame me to death about this but M/A=EVIL!! *SCREAMS TO MAKE HER POINT CLEAR* I officialy have sworen off reading any M/A stories.
~*~ Means Flashback.
Things in italics are thoughts, and if they're in between ~*~ it's an flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #5 - Sista To Sista
"You've reached the number you dialed."
"Logan, it's me, found Tinga, had a blast. Stayin' there tonight. This is on her phone, and, well I better not keep it to long." Max hung up the phone, and was faced with an amused stare from Tinga.
"You're not going to tell me that you two still haven't shacked up yet?" Max fell silent. Tinga looked at her baby sister, who was now staring at some spot in the wall, not wanting to answer.
"What's wrong Maxie?"
"We have, in some kind of way, yeah..." Was all she was willing to give.
"Stop with the cryptic stuff, and get to the point." It came out harsher then she wanted it to be, but Max was finally able to look her in the eyes again.
"It's a long story." Tinga nodded.
"I have time." She took Max's hand and led her to the couch.
"Now, talk."
"It all started when I went into heat." Tinga frowned, and Max finally lightened up a little, just enough to let out a laugh.
"No, that didn't happen." Tinga sighed in relief, and relaxed, sinking into the couch.
"I basically used the old avoid all guys while in heat stratagy, till it got too much, and I took a spin on my baby." Tinga laughed at Max's care for the Motor cycle, but stopped when she was faced by a glare.
"Met pizza guy, got a satisfy, and went home. Room-mate Cindy to the rescue, and at the end of this story I end up kissing Logan and Za... Zack interrupting." Max took a slight pause with Zack's name, and Tinga looked at her.
"I must say this story is very interesting, but what happened during the raid?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Whenever you're ready..." Tinga said softly, putting a reassuring arm around her siser's shoulder.
"It just hurts so much..."
"Every memory hurts." Max nodded.
"It doesn't matter anymore if we run or hide, the past always catches up with us." Tinga nodded, and they just sat there, each lost in their own thoughts.
"How's Case doing." Max asked, after a few minutes of silence.
"He's growing..." Tinga started, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"It can't be Charlie he's got a late night shift..." There was another knock.
"But no enemy would be stupid enough to knock..." Max whispered.
"Go check on Case." Was all Tinga said before standing up, making sure her feet barely made any sound as they hit the ground. The knocking hadn't stopped yet.
Max hurried up stairs, while Tinga silently walked up to the door.
She suddenly opened it. The person standing in the door-way was the last person she'd ever think off.
"Victor?"
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A/N: And then, the annoying author left you hanging. With a short chapter, and a nice long sigh.
-She shouldn't have, but she did, and wether you like it or not, you're involved.- Logan/Hit a sista back
Summary: What if Tinga survived her treatment and was still alive? M/L, T/C, cure for the virus eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.
Spoilers/Timeframe: Radar Love
A/N: Okay, My muse just hit me. Literally, it was standing there, smiling. "If you don't continue 'Sister Game' those M/L fans are going to scream." And then it hit me... Okay, okay.
M/A=Evil. Flame me to death about this but M/A=EVIL!! *SCREAMS TO MAKE HER POINT CLEAR* I officialy have sworen off reading any M/A stories.
~*~ Means Flashback.
Things in italics are thoughts, and if they're in between ~*~ it's an flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #5 - Sista To Sista
"You've reached the number you dialed."
"Logan, it's me, found Tinga, had a blast. Stayin' there tonight. This is on her phone, and, well I better not keep it to long." Max hung up the phone, and was faced with an amused stare from Tinga.
"You're not going to tell me that you two still haven't shacked up yet?" Max fell silent. Tinga looked at her baby sister, who was now staring at some spot in the wall, not wanting to answer.
"What's wrong Maxie?"
"We have, in some kind of way, yeah..." Was all she was willing to give.
"Stop with the cryptic stuff, and get to the point." It came out harsher then she wanted it to be, but Max was finally able to look her in the eyes again.
"It's a long story." Tinga nodded.
"I have time." She took Max's hand and led her to the couch.
"Now, talk."
"It all started when I went into heat." Tinga frowned, and Max finally lightened up a little, just enough to let out a laugh.
"No, that didn't happen." Tinga sighed in relief, and relaxed, sinking into the couch.
"I basically used the old avoid all guys while in heat stratagy, till it got too much, and I took a spin on my baby." Tinga laughed at Max's care for the Motor cycle, but stopped when she was faced by a glare.
"Met pizza guy, got a satisfy, and went home. Room-mate Cindy to the rescue, and at the end of this story I end up kissing Logan and Za... Zack interrupting." Max took a slight pause with Zack's name, and Tinga looked at her.
"I must say this story is very interesting, but what happened during the raid?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Whenever you're ready..." Tinga said softly, putting a reassuring arm around her siser's shoulder.
"It just hurts so much..."
"Every memory hurts." Max nodded.
"It doesn't matter anymore if we run or hide, the past always catches up with us." Tinga nodded, and they just sat there, each lost in their own thoughts.
"How's Case doing." Max asked, after a few minutes of silence.
"He's growing..." Tinga started, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"It can't be Charlie he's got a late night shift..." There was another knock.
"But no enemy would be stupid enough to knock..." Max whispered.
"Go check on Case." Was all Tinga said before standing up, making sure her feet barely made any sound as they hit the ground. The knocking hadn't stopped yet.
Max hurried up stairs, while Tinga silently walked up to the door.
She suddenly opened it. The person standing in the door-way was the last person she'd ever think off.
"Victor?"
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A/N: And then, the annoying author left you hanging. With a short chapter, and a nice long sigh.