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Summary: Just a nice shipper fic. Max/Logan stuff. Sort of doesn't have a plot. Note: Hi! Wow, it has been that long?! Oh my god! Anyway here is the next part. Please read and review, I simply loved all your comments! Oh, and I'll probably change a few things when my second beta trice sends me a mail, so..... (here's the changed version, if you are interested...... nothing big though)
Artemis (second draft)
-the Greek goddess of chastity, virginity, the hunt, the moon, and the natural environment.
~ The lady of the wild things, a hunter. But Artemis is also the gentlest and most vulnerable goddess. Just like my angel. They think that she's brave because she doesn't show how vulnerable she is. ~
Max raised her eyebrows as she looked at it for the first time. Sure, she had known what kind of things Toulouse Lautrec used to draw and she had seen some of his pictures in books but seeing the painting for real was a different story: The girl in the painting was draped in a white sheet that left her back exposed. Soft, red curls her cascaded down her shoulders and her head was bent forward. Her face was hidden as if she was disgusted by herself. The woman, or better the child, seemed to be ashamed of her nakedness.
Max whirled around as she heard footsteps coming closer. Moving backwards slowly, she stopped next to a shelf near the window. She kept her eyes fixed on the door while her ears concentrated on the barely audible jingling of the keys that slid into the lock announcing the iminent opening of the door.
Dim light illuminated the figure standing in the doorframe. Taking advantage of the darkness enveloping her, Max quickly shoved the painting behind her back. Her eyes never left the huge man. NEVER GIVE YOUR ENEMY THE OPPORTUNITY TO SURPRISE YOU! Max had been taught well and her solder instincts had kicked it the moment she had heard that someone was coming. She was the hunter and he was the prey and she was determined to keep it that way. He reached out, but before he could switch on the light, Max left her hide-out and rushed past him. She jumped through the window and landed outside on the pavement. She quickly checked if the painting was still there before she disappeared behind a corner, where her 'baby' was waiting.
She tried to suppress the disappointment that was nagging inside her as she revved up her motorcycle. It was a good thing that the mission had been easy. She wanted to stay out of trouble, didn't she? Max fought a silent battle with herself about the advantages and disadvantages of kicking ass until she reached Fogle Towers. Once in the elevator she took her painting from behind her back and pressed the button several times. While she waited, she popped a chewing gum in her mouth and nervously tapped her foot on the floor. The elevator opening with a loud BING made Max jerk around. "Hell girl, no need to be so jumpy, calm down.", she told herself. Finally she reached Logan's penthouse where she picked the lock without bothering to ring the bell. She expected to find him in his office but instead she heard him moving around in the kitchen.
"Dinner ready? I'm starving." He turned around and shot her a smile before answering, "Aren't you always?" Then he added, "Got it? Had any troubles?" "Nah, piece of cake." She shook her head and handed him the painting. He rolled it out and studied it for several moments. That was just enough time for Max to peak into the pots on the oven and letting the delicate smell fill her nose.
"What's that?", she asked as she nodded towards the pots. "Hm?" Logan looked up from the painting. He had been too engrossed in it to listen to her. As she opened her mouth to repeat her question he looked down and stared at the painting once again. "Logan? What's wrong? It's the right one, isn't it?" She was sure that it was, but there was something odd about the way he looked at it and she wanted to know what. He faced her and attempted a smile that never reached his eyes, a sure sign his thoughts where elsewhere. "Don't worry, it's the right one. I just thought how she reminds me..... anyway, the owner will be very happy to have it back. Thanks for helping me and doing my legwork by the way. I promise you'll get a wonderful dinner in return." "Who is the owner anyway?" That was something Max had wondered about while going on her mission. Letting her steal a painting without a world-saving purpose wasn't typical for Logan. Neither was doing strange favors for someone.
"Just an old friend of mine." He didn't want to go into detail right then, it was a long story. So he left the kitchen and went into his office to put the painting away. He had a last look at the picture before he turned around and retreated into the kitchen. Max was sitting there facing him, her face blank and her eyes dark. Just for a brief moment he saw a hurt expression flicker over her face, but it was gone before he was sure that it really had been there. Unsure if he had seen what he thought he had seen he went to the oven and stirred in one of the pots.
"Dinner won't be ready for another half an hour." He turned around again. "If you say so." He looked at her surprised. She sounded pissed, which convinced him that he had really seen a hurt look on her face. She always got bitchy when someone hurt her. But he couldn't remember what he had done wrong. It had to be something big if she reacted like that. Could it be that his refusal to talk about 'his old friend' was the reason for her bitchiness? Was the brave soldier she claimed to be as vulnerable as that?
He sighed. "Max, the owner of the Lautrec knew my parents and he was the one who helped me with Eyes Only at the beginning. We sort of lost contact some years ago, but when he told me that his painting was missing, I couldn't help but promise that I would get it. It's really important to him." He hoped that she wouldn't ask too many questions. He didn't have the nerve to go through the whole story at the moment. Max considered his last statement and decided to leave it there. She could tell that he wasn't in the mood to talk about it. It wasn't her business anyway, was it?
"So, what's for dinner?" She unconsciously licked her lips as the smell reached her once again. She remembered the old slice of bread with peanut- butter she had had for breakfast and made a face. Logan watched her with a grin on his face. "Chef Cale's version of 'Curry Bombay'." "Smells delicious." Max had a longing look on her face while she was still thinking of her modest breakfast. "You sure it'll take another half an hour?" She sighed.
"Well, you could help me and it'd be ready in no time." She raised her eyebrows. "Right, me and cooking. I would ruin your masterpiece." He turned around to hide the sparkling in his eyes as he said, "Your future- husband is going to be very disappointed with your cooking abilities, don't you think?" Max leant against the counter and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I think I'll just have to marry a guy who can cook then, don't you think?" He glanced at her and his smile widened. "True." Silence settled in the room before Logan spoke once again, "But I'll have to warn him, filling your stomach will cost him a fortune." "Hey, it's not like a rich chef cook is hard to find these days."
She had left her spot near the counter and stopped next to him, nudging him with her elbow. He laughed and waved at one of the pots. "You could spice it a little bit." Max looked at the different spices standing next to the oven. She spotted salt and decided that she couldn't do anything wrong with that. She took a pinch of it. Okay, that had been easy. But what next? She felt completely lost. Even the mission earlier that day had been easier.
So she took the caster standing next to her and read the etiquette: coriander. Logan watched her from the corner of his eyes smiling slightly. "Stop!" He put his hand on hers. "You see, spicing isn't that hard. Close your eyes." She looked at him suspiciously. "Close your eyes!" She hesitantly covered her eyes. "What now?" He put the caster in front of her face. The strong scent filled her nose and her genetically engineered senses went on overdrive. "Woah, what's that?!" Her eyes flew open. She felt a little bit dizzy and grabbed the counter. "Okay, so you see why you have to be careful with using coriander? Next one!" He put his hand on her back to steady her as she closed her eyes once again. A small smile settled on her face. "Cinnamon! That smells like Christmas." She confidently took it from his hand and spiced the curry.
Logan watched her and couldn't hide the smile on his face. Max looked like she really enjoyed this cooking lesson. In fact he knew that she did because now she took one castor after the other, closed her eyes and smelled it. "You should be careful. It could make you feel a little light headed. All these spices could be too much for your reeved up senses."
Max really felt a bit dizzy, but she would never admit it. So she just smirked and put the rosemary down and shrugged. "When's it ready?"
To be continued......
So do you like it? Is it shit? Please leave a review or send a mail to lucia_at2001@yahoo.de
Summary: Just a nice shipper fic. Max/Logan stuff. Sort of doesn't have a plot. Note: Hi! Wow, it has been that long?! Oh my god! Anyway here is the next part. Please read and review, I simply loved all your comments! Oh, and I'll probably change a few things when my second beta trice sends me a mail, so..... (here's the changed version, if you are interested...... nothing big though)
Artemis (second draft)
-the Greek goddess of chastity, virginity, the hunt, the moon, and the natural environment.
~ The lady of the wild things, a hunter. But Artemis is also the gentlest and most vulnerable goddess. Just like my angel. They think that she's brave because she doesn't show how vulnerable she is. ~
Max raised her eyebrows as she looked at it for the first time. Sure, she had known what kind of things Toulouse Lautrec used to draw and she had seen some of his pictures in books but seeing the painting for real was a different story: The girl in the painting was draped in a white sheet that left her back exposed. Soft, red curls her cascaded down her shoulders and her head was bent forward. Her face was hidden as if she was disgusted by herself. The woman, or better the child, seemed to be ashamed of her nakedness.
Max whirled around as she heard footsteps coming closer. Moving backwards slowly, she stopped next to a shelf near the window. She kept her eyes fixed on the door while her ears concentrated on the barely audible jingling of the keys that slid into the lock announcing the iminent opening of the door.
Dim light illuminated the figure standing in the doorframe. Taking advantage of the darkness enveloping her, Max quickly shoved the painting behind her back. Her eyes never left the huge man. NEVER GIVE YOUR ENEMY THE OPPORTUNITY TO SURPRISE YOU! Max had been taught well and her solder instincts had kicked it the moment she had heard that someone was coming. She was the hunter and he was the prey and she was determined to keep it that way. He reached out, but before he could switch on the light, Max left her hide-out and rushed past him. She jumped through the window and landed outside on the pavement. She quickly checked if the painting was still there before she disappeared behind a corner, where her 'baby' was waiting.
She tried to suppress the disappointment that was nagging inside her as she revved up her motorcycle. It was a good thing that the mission had been easy. She wanted to stay out of trouble, didn't she? Max fought a silent battle with herself about the advantages and disadvantages of kicking ass until she reached Fogle Towers. Once in the elevator she took her painting from behind her back and pressed the button several times. While she waited, she popped a chewing gum in her mouth and nervously tapped her foot on the floor. The elevator opening with a loud BING made Max jerk around. "Hell girl, no need to be so jumpy, calm down.", she told herself. Finally she reached Logan's penthouse where she picked the lock without bothering to ring the bell. She expected to find him in his office but instead she heard him moving around in the kitchen.
"Dinner ready? I'm starving." He turned around and shot her a smile before answering, "Aren't you always?" Then he added, "Got it? Had any troubles?" "Nah, piece of cake." She shook her head and handed him the painting. He rolled it out and studied it for several moments. That was just enough time for Max to peak into the pots on the oven and letting the delicate smell fill her nose.
"What's that?", she asked as she nodded towards the pots. "Hm?" Logan looked up from the painting. He had been too engrossed in it to listen to her. As she opened her mouth to repeat her question he looked down and stared at the painting once again. "Logan? What's wrong? It's the right one, isn't it?" She was sure that it was, but there was something odd about the way he looked at it and she wanted to know what. He faced her and attempted a smile that never reached his eyes, a sure sign his thoughts where elsewhere. "Don't worry, it's the right one. I just thought how she reminds me..... anyway, the owner will be very happy to have it back. Thanks for helping me and doing my legwork by the way. I promise you'll get a wonderful dinner in return." "Who is the owner anyway?" That was something Max had wondered about while going on her mission. Letting her steal a painting without a world-saving purpose wasn't typical for Logan. Neither was doing strange favors for someone.
"Just an old friend of mine." He didn't want to go into detail right then, it was a long story. So he left the kitchen and went into his office to put the painting away. He had a last look at the picture before he turned around and retreated into the kitchen. Max was sitting there facing him, her face blank and her eyes dark. Just for a brief moment he saw a hurt expression flicker over her face, but it was gone before he was sure that it really had been there. Unsure if he had seen what he thought he had seen he went to the oven and stirred in one of the pots.
"Dinner won't be ready for another half an hour." He turned around again. "If you say so." He looked at her surprised. She sounded pissed, which convinced him that he had really seen a hurt look on her face. She always got bitchy when someone hurt her. But he couldn't remember what he had done wrong. It had to be something big if she reacted like that. Could it be that his refusal to talk about 'his old friend' was the reason for her bitchiness? Was the brave soldier she claimed to be as vulnerable as that?
He sighed. "Max, the owner of the Lautrec knew my parents and he was the one who helped me with Eyes Only at the beginning. We sort of lost contact some years ago, but when he told me that his painting was missing, I couldn't help but promise that I would get it. It's really important to him." He hoped that she wouldn't ask too many questions. He didn't have the nerve to go through the whole story at the moment. Max considered his last statement and decided to leave it there. She could tell that he wasn't in the mood to talk about it. It wasn't her business anyway, was it?
"So, what's for dinner?" She unconsciously licked her lips as the smell reached her once again. She remembered the old slice of bread with peanut- butter she had had for breakfast and made a face. Logan watched her with a grin on his face. "Chef Cale's version of 'Curry Bombay'." "Smells delicious." Max had a longing look on her face while she was still thinking of her modest breakfast. "You sure it'll take another half an hour?" She sighed.
"Well, you could help me and it'd be ready in no time." She raised her eyebrows. "Right, me and cooking. I would ruin your masterpiece." He turned around to hide the sparkling in his eyes as he said, "Your future- husband is going to be very disappointed with your cooking abilities, don't you think?" Max leant against the counter and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I think I'll just have to marry a guy who can cook then, don't you think?" He glanced at her and his smile widened. "True." Silence settled in the room before Logan spoke once again, "But I'll have to warn him, filling your stomach will cost him a fortune." "Hey, it's not like a rich chef cook is hard to find these days."
She had left her spot near the counter and stopped next to him, nudging him with her elbow. He laughed and waved at one of the pots. "You could spice it a little bit." Max looked at the different spices standing next to the oven. She spotted salt and decided that she couldn't do anything wrong with that. She took a pinch of it. Okay, that had been easy. But what next? She felt completely lost. Even the mission earlier that day had been easier.
So she took the caster standing next to her and read the etiquette: coriander. Logan watched her from the corner of his eyes smiling slightly. "Stop!" He put his hand on hers. "You see, spicing isn't that hard. Close your eyes." She looked at him suspiciously. "Close your eyes!" She hesitantly covered her eyes. "What now?" He put the caster in front of her face. The strong scent filled her nose and her genetically engineered senses went on overdrive. "Woah, what's that?!" Her eyes flew open. She felt a little bit dizzy and grabbed the counter. "Okay, so you see why you have to be careful with using coriander? Next one!" He put his hand on her back to steady her as she closed her eyes once again. A small smile settled on her face. "Cinnamon! That smells like Christmas." She confidently took it from his hand and spiced the curry.
Logan watched her and couldn't hide the smile on his face. Max looked like she really enjoyed this cooking lesson. In fact he knew that she did because now she took one castor after the other, closed her eyes and smelled it. "You should be careful. It could make you feel a little light headed. All these spices could be too much for your reeved up senses."
Max really felt a bit dizzy, but she would never admit it. So she just smirked and put the rosemary down and shrugged. "When's it ready?"
To be continued......
So do you like it? Is it shit? Please leave a review or send a mail to lucia_at2001@yahoo.de