A/N: The characters are not mine, they are owned by James Cameron and Charles Eglee, however, the idiots of FOX Network decided to let them die, but they won't!!! However, the words are mine and ya can't steal them!!…

Radar Love

We're back to our playful banter
I speak, she listens.
She speaks, I listen.
I walk, she moves.
I move to her, she frowns.



But no matter what, she's here before work.
That means she must've dreamt about me.
It's kinda fun, this cat and mouse game.
It could be more fun, if I could, in my arms, sweep her away.

But for now, right now,
I am the cat and she is the prey.
I take a step closer
and she walks back, tres.


And before I can tell her my heart away
and share words of distress,
my friend comes into the door,
spitting insults to injuries.
And she trash talks about my angel
and her furry little friends
and before I even know it,
a cat fight is on its way.


And I was sorry for my friend
but at the same time, God,
I should lock my door more often.
And if it was locked, I don't know
how I'm gonna, my keys back, ask her.
But it's either that, or have my angel
send her to hell.


I try to be nice to the girl,
after all, she helped me get my angel back.
So in a way, I should be grateful,
but why do I feel like I'm being attacked?



Have you ever felt like an idiot
for not seen what was right in front of your eyes?
And once you realized it, too late to do something about that?
That's what happened to me,
I played with fire too much time
and now that I want to cool off,
I'm standing in the desert of love,
and everything seems like an illusion.
Because I can see, but I can't touch.


I can't touch.
I can't touch.
I can't touch.


Why does it have to be so hard?
Why?
When all I want is to hold her tight,
make her feel better, make her feel
like everything's gonna be alright.


And now, again,
her past is chasing us.
Though this time, it's going Ben-like
and killing lots of people at the same time.
And I had to ask her.
To ease my conscience.
To tell me that she wasn't poisoned on purpose.
That they were all poisoned.
To make each other feel less… sad.


But it all went to hell,
she made it clear, she was the poison
that could only kill me.
The other people were not killed
by the rest of her family.


And what is worse,
she now believes I think they are deadly.
But how can you say that my angel
when I thank you forever, every time you save me?


So what does a dog with its tail in between his legs do?
I ask her to forgive me, if there is anything I can do,
I will try, for her? I'll try the rest of my life.


But, God, I wish I wasn't this friendly and nice,
my friend, the one that Max dislikes
she got in trouble and she needs help.
And in times like this,
I know my angel came from heaven.
She rescued my friend.
I knew she had swallowed her pride.

So now, here I sit
and I've met this man,
I didn't know he was alive until tonight.
He is now, my number one enemy.

Because he can make my angel happy
and because he can touch her.


But I have to play nice
after all, is not like she has a tag
that says that she's mine.
And if he can make her happy,
Then who am I to deny?


But anyway, turns out
her family's not who caused
the people's death,
but he was killed innocently
because of what someone said.


And now, I've called her
and I've apologized my best.
And now, I'm on hold
and I know who's on the other line;
whose name's Rafer.

But,
tell me there's something I can do.
Something to stop each other's hurtin'.
Because as I sit in this table
with this girl in front of me,
all I can think about is her.
And I know she's thinking about me,
because I saw her with that Rafer,
and something told me that we're trying to move on,
but our feet don't move, they stay.


She looks at me and smile.
I look at her and do the same.
Not in a million years my angel.
I will never love her.


A day goes by since our unspoken agreement.
And now we've realized that they want to kill her,
I know this is not new, this has been the story of her life;
but the method they use
is a new one that can.


And as they test the new method, she pulls up and I fill her.
And before I have a say,
she dives inside the place, and I am left there to wait,
with anxiety, with anger, with sadness and worst of it all;
with the pure knowledge that I know
that she's gonna come back from there
and things will not be fixed.
We'll be back where we were.


I just wish that she could see
what goes through my mind and heart these days.
Breathe, Logan. Breathe, you are entitle to breathe
because that is the only thing you can do.
You can breathe and let her live.
And if she wants you, then she'll let you know.
But you never, promise yourself that you will never
let her go.


Tonight she has visited me
and we're trying to keep things light and clear.
But the rain against my window
is not letting us forget
that once we were almost lovers,
now where fire was, ashes lay.
But tonight, I wont give up.
Not tonight, not ever.

A/N: Wow guys……that took way too much time to finish. I must say that to finish this I had to gun point Alameida. She just didn't want me to finish and right now my life's kinda hectic, well, it's a guy related thing that doesn't let me live, so he's not helping me to get into my writing mood. Anyways, flames or sprays are appreciated. Oh and TRES means three in Spanish… just a little info.