Sister Game
-She shouldn't have, but she did, and whether 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: I have no excuse for the delay and hang my head in shame. Though I DID re-write this a total of five times. And it still came out as a piece of setting up things. Blah. And it's probably short too... Heh...
Has anyone noticed that Max is the one who has been through the most in the petri-dish? I mean first Lydecker messes her up to look like his wife (Yuck..) Then Sandeman flies in and gives her no junk DNA... Makes you wonder what the hell can happen to yourself heh.
I don't think I'll be able to update this week, my b-day is on Monday, and I have tons of family coming over...
~*~ Means Flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #8 - Friday Night out
"You've reached the number you've dialed."
Max sighed as she heard Logan's dull and monotone voicemail message.
"Hey, it's me. I got back from Tinga's and wondered if you would come to Crash tonight. I need to talk to you about something." With that, she hung up. Sure, it was a little short, but she actually wanted to see the guy at least once a week.
She returned to the table where her friends sat. Only a minute later she was in discussion with Cindy, about her least favorite topic ever since she'd returned from Manticore... Her hair.
"I say you cut it short 'gain boo..."
Max shook her head.
"I don't see the point... Barber costs too much money anyways." She replied, hoping to shut Cindy up.
But she should've known her friend wouldn't give up easily.
"I could do it."
"I trust you for a manicure, but my hair... It's like a cover."
They'd had this conversation everyday since she gotten back from Manticore. Cindy insisted on cutting it back to it's previous length. Max trusted Cindy on a lot of things, but not on her hair.
Just as Cindy was about to open her mouth to say something, Normal interrupted.
"This is a workplace people, bip, bip, bip." He threw a package and Max caught it single-handedly.
"Well, duty calls." She smirked. Getting up from her seat, she put the package in her bag after checking the address, and made her way over to the bike stand.
She'd spent the last weekend on fixing up her bike, and apart from missing a handle on the right side, it seemed to be in good shape.
She quickly pedaled her way out of Jam Pony, ignoring the rain that was coming down in sheets. ~~~~~~~~
When Logan came home from his latest meeting with an informant, he noticed that the light on the answering machine was blinking. He pressed the rewind button, and then 'Play'. The first one came from Asha, and he grimaced.
The second one was from one of his older informants, and he decided he'd have to double check the information later, in case he'd stepped over to the side of corruption.
He turned to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, when he heard Max's voice. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to listen to her message.
"... And I wonder if you would come to Crash tonight. I need to talk to you about something."
Logan thought for a moment, and decided he would go to see what was up. He ate a sandwhich for dinner, and grabbed his coat to leave for Crash.
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Crash
Crash was busy as usual. From everywhere came loud noises, and the music blasted on it's loudest volume. It was not Logan's favorite place to be. He'd rather go for a nice calm night at home with a bottle of wine, then for a wild swinging club.
Though, the fact that Max came here nearly every night made up for his dislike. He spotted her sitting at the bar talking to Sketchy and Cindy.
He moved to where the gang was sitting, and made his presence known.
"Hey." He said. Max looked up from her talking and greeted him with smile.
"Hey to you too."
Cindy looked at the two, before turning to Sketchy.
"You wanna play?" She gestured at the pool table.
He seemed to think several seconds, before finally finding out what she ment.
"Why not..." Cindy grabbed his arm and dragged him to the pool table.
Logan sat down on the stool Cindy had recently occupied, and an awkward silence followed.
"You told me to come here..."
"Yeah, wanted to tell you that everything went ok with Tinga."
"Could've told me that over the phone too." Logan said, immediatly regretting his words afterwards.
"Yeah... But I also said I'd drop by Sunday, she told me to bring you along..."
"Oh..."
Another silence came, as they just sat there watching the crowds moving in and out.
Finally Max decided it was time she got an answer.
"So, you comin' with me?"
"Eh... Yeah sure." He suddenly found the dirty ground very interesting
Max grinned and turned to the pool table, where Sketchy was obviously losing his match to Cindy.
"Maybe I should join them..." Max said, feeling uncomfortable. Logan looked up and nodded.
"Yeah.. You should." He said, standing up.
"See you Sunday then?"
"Deal."
With that each of them went their own way.
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A/N: I SHOULD be in recess now... But I kinda told him I had to go to the hairdressers hehe...
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: I have no excuse for the delay and hang my head in shame. Though I DID re-write this a total of five times. And it still came out as a piece of setting up things. Blah. And it's probably short too... Heh...
Has anyone noticed that Max is the one who has been through the most in the petri-dish? I mean first Lydecker messes her up to look like his wife (Yuck..) Then Sandeman flies in and gives her no junk DNA... Makes you wonder what the hell can happen to yourself heh.
I don't think I'll be able to update this week, my b-day is on Monday, and I have tons of family coming over...
~*~ Means Flashback.
~~~~~~~~ Means scene change.
Chapter #8 - Friday Night out
"You've reached the number you've dialed."
Max sighed as she heard Logan's dull and monotone voicemail message.
"Hey, it's me. I got back from Tinga's and wondered if you would come to Crash tonight. I need to talk to you about something." With that, she hung up. Sure, it was a little short, but she actually wanted to see the guy at least once a week.
She returned to the table where her friends sat. Only a minute later she was in discussion with Cindy, about her least favorite topic ever since she'd returned from Manticore... Her hair.
"I say you cut it short 'gain boo..."
Max shook her head.
"I don't see the point... Barber costs too much money anyways." She replied, hoping to shut Cindy up.
But she should've known her friend wouldn't give up easily.
"I could do it."
"I trust you for a manicure, but my hair... It's like a cover."
They'd had this conversation everyday since she gotten back from Manticore. Cindy insisted on cutting it back to it's previous length. Max trusted Cindy on a lot of things, but not on her hair.
Just as Cindy was about to open her mouth to say something, Normal interrupted.
"This is a workplace people, bip, bip, bip." He threw a package and Max caught it single-handedly.
"Well, duty calls." She smirked. Getting up from her seat, she put the package in her bag after checking the address, and made her way over to the bike stand.
She'd spent the last weekend on fixing up her bike, and apart from missing a handle on the right side, it seemed to be in good shape.
She quickly pedaled her way out of Jam Pony, ignoring the rain that was coming down in sheets. ~~~~~~~~
When Logan came home from his latest meeting with an informant, he noticed that the light on the answering machine was blinking. He pressed the rewind button, and then 'Play'. The first one came from Asha, and he grimaced.
The second one was from one of his older informants, and he decided he'd have to double check the information later, in case he'd stepped over to the side of corruption.
He turned to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, when he heard Max's voice. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to listen to her message.
"... And I wonder if you would come to Crash tonight. I need to talk to you about something."
Logan thought for a moment, and decided he would go to see what was up. He ate a sandwhich for dinner, and grabbed his coat to leave for Crash.
~~~~~~~~
Crash
Crash was busy as usual. From everywhere came loud noises, and the music blasted on it's loudest volume. It was not Logan's favorite place to be. He'd rather go for a nice calm night at home with a bottle of wine, then for a wild swinging club.
Though, the fact that Max came here nearly every night made up for his dislike. He spotted her sitting at the bar talking to Sketchy and Cindy.
He moved to where the gang was sitting, and made his presence known.
"Hey." He said. Max looked up from her talking and greeted him with smile.
"Hey to you too."
Cindy looked at the two, before turning to Sketchy.
"You wanna play?" She gestured at the pool table.
He seemed to think several seconds, before finally finding out what she ment.
"Why not..." Cindy grabbed his arm and dragged him to the pool table.
Logan sat down on the stool Cindy had recently occupied, and an awkward silence followed.
"You told me to come here..."
"Yeah, wanted to tell you that everything went ok with Tinga."
"Could've told me that over the phone too." Logan said, immediatly regretting his words afterwards.
"Yeah... But I also said I'd drop by Sunday, she told me to bring you along..."
"Oh..."
Another silence came, as they just sat there watching the crowds moving in and out.
Finally Max decided it was time she got an answer.
"So, you comin' with me?"
"Eh... Yeah sure." He suddenly found the dirty ground very interesting
Max grinned and turned to the pool table, where Sketchy was obviously losing his match to Cindy.
"Maybe I should join them..." Max said, feeling uncomfortable. Logan looked up and nodded.
"Yeah.. You should." He said, standing up.
"See you Sunday then?"
"Deal."
With that each of them went their own way.
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A/N: I SHOULD be in recess now... But I kinda told him I had to go to the hairdressers hehe...