Thanks for all of the comments. I thought I'd mention that Carina was started on the Dark Angel message board on the official site and it's up to part 7. I recommend you stick to this site when reading my story because I always reedit and make the story better. There is, however, a lot of really good stories there as well. -puppy
Carina
Part 3
Logan wheeled around the apartment looking for the dynamic duo and found Carina still typing away at the computer. The morning sun was coming up over the horizon and it lit up her auburn hair making it look like it was on fire.
"Morning, Mr. Cale," she said without turning to look at him.
"Morning, Carina. You can call me Logan you know." She turned around and smiled at him. Her face looked dramatically different. Her eyes had a tranquil glaze over them and her mouth curled up in a simple smile. She looked so much younger, almost like a kid. Tell anyone who saw that face that she was a computer enhanced genetically engineered killing machine and they would have laughed.
"Okay. Come over and I'll show you what I found." Logan crossed the room and was amazed to find that she had typed out all of the variables and possibilities and came up with a three-page long conclusion with recommendations on action and percentages for success.
"Wow, did you spend all night on this?" He said as he skimmed through the conclusion.
"No. I was writing a search program for the Seattle Police department database. It will make your work go a little faster." Logan was speechless. "Thank you for the work." She got up gracefully and walked out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Logan asked after her.
"I may be a super human but sometimes a girl's just gotta pee and take a shower." Logan shook his head
"Is this what Max meant about whack sense of humor? Speaking of Max," he thought to himself. He wheeled into the living room to find her asleep on the couch. He resisted a surge of panic because the only times he saw her sleep was when she was sick. He forced himself to calm down and reminded himself rationally that even superheroes needed sleep. He took a moment to watch her though. She was just like Carina in that she looked so much younger when she was peaceful. Max's expression was infectious and Logan sighed and smiled as he turned to head off towards the kitchen.
Max awoke to the smell of something super yummy. She stood up, stretched, then walked to the kitchen.
"Morning sleepy," Logan said cheerfully.
"What's for breakfast?" she asked trying to look in the skillet.
"Pancakes," he said happily.
"What's that?" She asked as she walked to the cabinet.
"You don't know what pancakes are?" he asked in disbelief.
"We're not big on the breakfast foods in the slums of Seattle." She took out a glass filled it with water and gulped it down. "Want me to set the table?"
"Sure." Max started taking out plates as Carina walked in with a towel wrapped around her head and her boots in her hand. She sat at the table and put them on. "Hey how you feeling?" Max asked cheerfully.
"Much better. I did the research Logan needed and wrote a program that will help him in the future." Logan looked from Carina to Max. She was smiling with a kind of older sister pride.
"You keep this up and he'll be offering you my job." Max joked.
"Yeah but you turned down the field commander spot," Logan said with slight fake pout.
"And the world still hasn't ended yet, imagine that," Max responded sarcastically. Carina smiled to herself. She could see their body heat rise. 100% possibility that they had a connection.
"Love seems to be the constant," she thought to herself. "The only thing that 100% sure." As she finished tying her boots Logan loaded up a plate with pancakes and set it on the table in front of her. She gasped and stared at them. The background was flickering between Logan's and home and she could hear Max's concerned voice in the background. Reality was finally still and she sat at the kitchen table at her home back in Clarksville. Her four brothers and sisters ran in and grabbed all of the pancakes off the plate before she had a chance. Her mother walked up from behind and placed two perfect pancakes on her plate. Carina looked up at her and smiled.
"Thanks, Mom." Her mother smiled warmly at her and walked back to the stove. Her reality suddenly changed again and she was watching herself crouched in a corner screaming. Her mother ran into the room to help her but was thrown back when she touched Carina. Carina flinched as she saw her mother fall to the floor and not get up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean too," she could hear her younger self say. She watched herself get up and run out of the room. Carina jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Carina!" She heard Max say and the past faded away. Max lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Carina!" She yelled again with concern.
"I'm sorry," Carina said ducking her head away.
Carina
Part 3
Logan wheeled around the apartment looking for the dynamic duo and found Carina still typing away at the computer. The morning sun was coming up over the horizon and it lit up her auburn hair making it look like it was on fire.
"Morning, Mr. Cale," she said without turning to look at him.
"Morning, Carina. You can call me Logan you know." She turned around and smiled at him. Her face looked dramatically different. Her eyes had a tranquil glaze over them and her mouth curled up in a simple smile. She looked so much younger, almost like a kid. Tell anyone who saw that face that she was a computer enhanced genetically engineered killing machine and they would have laughed.
"Okay. Come over and I'll show you what I found." Logan crossed the room and was amazed to find that she had typed out all of the variables and possibilities and came up with a three-page long conclusion with recommendations on action and percentages for success.
"Wow, did you spend all night on this?" He said as he skimmed through the conclusion.
"No. I was writing a search program for the Seattle Police department database. It will make your work go a little faster." Logan was speechless. "Thank you for the work." She got up gracefully and walked out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Logan asked after her.
"I may be a super human but sometimes a girl's just gotta pee and take a shower." Logan shook his head
"Is this what Max meant about whack sense of humor? Speaking of Max," he thought to himself. He wheeled into the living room to find her asleep on the couch. He resisted a surge of panic because the only times he saw her sleep was when she was sick. He forced himself to calm down and reminded himself rationally that even superheroes needed sleep. He took a moment to watch her though. She was just like Carina in that she looked so much younger when she was peaceful. Max's expression was infectious and Logan sighed and smiled as he turned to head off towards the kitchen.
Max awoke to the smell of something super yummy. She stood up, stretched, then walked to the kitchen.
"Morning sleepy," Logan said cheerfully.
"What's for breakfast?" she asked trying to look in the skillet.
"Pancakes," he said happily.
"What's that?" She asked as she walked to the cabinet.
"You don't know what pancakes are?" he asked in disbelief.
"We're not big on the breakfast foods in the slums of Seattle." She took out a glass filled it with water and gulped it down. "Want me to set the table?"
"Sure." Max started taking out plates as Carina walked in with a towel wrapped around her head and her boots in her hand. She sat at the table and put them on. "Hey how you feeling?" Max asked cheerfully.
"Much better. I did the research Logan needed and wrote a program that will help him in the future." Logan looked from Carina to Max. She was smiling with a kind of older sister pride.
"You keep this up and he'll be offering you my job." Max joked.
"Yeah but you turned down the field commander spot," Logan said with slight fake pout.
"And the world still hasn't ended yet, imagine that," Max responded sarcastically. Carina smiled to herself. She could see their body heat rise. 100% possibility that they had a connection.
"Love seems to be the constant," she thought to herself. "The only thing that 100% sure." As she finished tying her boots Logan loaded up a plate with pancakes and set it on the table in front of her. She gasped and stared at them. The background was flickering between Logan's and home and she could hear Max's concerned voice in the background. Reality was finally still and she sat at the kitchen table at her home back in Clarksville. Her four brothers and sisters ran in and grabbed all of the pancakes off the plate before she had a chance. Her mother walked up from behind and placed two perfect pancakes on her plate. Carina looked up at her and smiled.
"Thanks, Mom." Her mother smiled warmly at her and walked back to the stove. Her reality suddenly changed again and she was watching herself crouched in a corner screaming. Her mother ran into the room to help her but was thrown back when she touched Carina. Carina flinched as she saw her mother fall to the floor and not get up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean too," she could hear her younger self say. She watched herself get up and run out of the room. Carina jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Carina!" She heard Max say and the past faded away. Max lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Carina!" She yelled again with concern.
"I'm sorry," Carina said ducking her head away.