Christmas Wishes
Summary: On the day before Christmas a little girl shows Max the two paths she can take after Christmas... (M/L!)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Archive: Tell me first, I'll probably give you permission!
Set SOMEWHERE in season 2, no Alec lies, no Terminal City. Let's just say winter fell a lot earlier :-D
A/N: Okay, I am posting this part just before Christmas, and on Christmas I'll add the well, Christmas part... Then on New years I'll add a New years Eve part! :-D Now I just went way back in the archive and found out my story is a bit like the answers to an old Christmas challenge, I honestly didn't plan on this and hope the story can still be enjoyed.
CHRISTMAS WISHES
Thick layers of bright white snow covered the ground of Seattle. It gave the broken city a festive look, but eyes could be deceived easily, as under the snow lay puddles of dried blood and broken guns.
But even if the city had suffered and lost, people could't help to smile at sight of children playing in the snow, as if they didn't have to worry about lonely gunmen and gangsters. Snowballs flew through the air as children played.
Max ducked as a misguided snowball soared through the air, missing her by mere inches. She resisted the urge to shout at the children, instead she continued her path. She dreaded snow, the main reason being that she had ran through the crystals barefooted once, many years ago.
The memories didn't make her mood any brighter, she was still brooding over Logan's invitation to come and celebrate Christmas with him. Well, as far as celebrating could go in this city. But it didn't matter... She wasn't going. She wasn't even sure about going to see him anymore
Slowly she continued to walk, not wanting to attract attention by fast- pacing through the glibbery snow. She'd witnessed many people getting their legs taken out under them by rushing to their jobs, not wanting to loose the by coming in late.
For a moment, she stopped, feeling as if she was being watched. She quietly observed the area around her. She was standing in an alley that made a shortcut to the abandoned building she and Cindy squatted in.
"Miss?" A soft voice came from the corner, coated in a rich English accent. Max turned to face the owner of the voice, but upon seeing nothing, she sighed. /Damn kids are playing with me/. But upon observing the area closer, she saw a hole in the wooden side of the building in front of her. Through the hole a pair of eyes stared at her with great curiousity. The face remained unseen, and Max moved closer.
"Can you help me?" If it wasn't for her enhanced hearing system, she was sure she wouldn't have heard the barely hearable question. She couched down in front of the hole, staring into a pair of bright blue eyes. With a gasp she realised they looked like Logan's, but with a different shape.
"Come in here, I know you want to see me!"
Sighing, she crawled through the hole. Thousands of sentences repeated in her mind of why she should not give into her curiousity. None won. When she looked up again, she was surprised to face a young girl.
"Now we're talkin'" The English accent melted away like ice in the sun, making place for a slang. Max observed the girl, who was wearing a small White dress. Her Brown hair hung in a loose ponytail, and her ears had two small rings in them. Nothing out of the ordinary, Max thought. Still she needed to make sure this wasn't one of White's breeding cults buddies.
"Who are you?"
"I'd love to tell but... I can't."
"Why?"
The girl giggled, then walked off. When Max didn't follow, she shouted,
"'C'mon I haven't got all day!"
Max sighed and stood up to follow her, while wondering why she was doing this. /Could be hanging with the gang at Crash, but instead I'm following a.../ She didn't get a chance to finish her thoughts as she tripped over a box.
"Shit!" She cursed, then quickly realised who she was with.
"Don't worry, you're going to slip up like that plenty of times in the future"
"What are you talking about?"
The girl giggled again, and clapped in her hands. Suddenly the dark ware house faded away.
"What the..." Max began, as the room changed. Suddenly she wasn't standing in a cold warehouse anymore, but in a graveyard. Judging from the sun shining down on her it was summer, and the coat suddenly seemed a huge weight on her back. She moved to take it off, but was stopped by the little girl.
"Don't change your appearance, just look." She pointed at a row of stones, then walked over to them. Max followed, bewildred by the events that had just taken place. The child passed a few ones, looking at the names, before stopping at one.
Max read the name, and gasped, as it read,
Logan H. Cale
1988-2023
"You pushed him away... Such a sad story, it could've been perfect." The soft voice said from beside her.
"I don't know what you mean." Max replied, finding it quite hard to use her vocal cords.
"You left Seattle right after Christmas... A year later he was killed by his bad guy of the week."
"But Christmas isn't over yet!"
"Here it is... But relax a little, sheesh, it's just a future image."
"What, so now I'm Scrooge?"
"I'm the only one visiting you...." Was all the little girl said, before clapping in her hands again. The graveyard faded away, and so did the silence. The air became filled by shouts and laughter, and Max blinked a few times before realising she was standing in the middle of a party.
Balloons flew over their heads, as children chased them all over the room. Max realised they were in the Penthouse. She spun around a few times, confused and disoriented.
A tug at her t-shirt stopped her actions, and she sighed.
"So... We crashing a party?"
"My fifth birthday... Wow, when they said my one-night job would take me to weird places I never thought of this one."
"One night job?!" Max said, getting more confused every second.
The little girl giggled once more, and Max chalked it down as a sign that she was nervous. Deciding this was the best time to press on, but before she could even open her mouth a shout came from the corner.
"Mooom!" Max searched the room, seeing the young girl that was guiding her through this... Thing standing near the left wall. Upon observing her closer, she noticed this was a younger version. She jumped when she heard the door behind her open, and the little girl didn't hesitate a second, pulling her behind the kitchen counter.
Max focused on the person entering the room, and gasped in surpise as she saw.. Herself. She let out a highly audible gasp, and turned to face the girl.
"What the hell is going on?"
With a sigh, the girl clapped in her hands again. The kitchen faded away, and they were standing in the warehouse again. For a few seconds Max was speechless, and the girl spoke.
"Please think twice about the decisions you're going to make... I want to exist."
Max spun around to ask her something, but found nothing.
She blinked a few times, before finally being able to move. In a daze she crawled through the hole again, and was met by an icy gust of wind. She shivered a bit before standing up.
It was then that her pager came to life, and she didn't even check the display. Instead she headed to the nearest phone booth and without even looking at the pad she punched in a number that had become all to familiar to her.
After the first two rings the person at the end of the other line picked the phone up.
"Hello?"
"It's me.. Hitting you back."
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A/N: Okay *Sigh* This has to be the longest chapter I've ever written to something!
Summary: On the day before Christmas a little girl shows Max the two paths she can take after Christmas... (M/L!)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Archive: Tell me first, I'll probably give you permission!
Set SOMEWHERE in season 2, no Alec lies, no Terminal City. Let's just say winter fell a lot earlier :-D
A/N: Okay, I am posting this part just before Christmas, and on Christmas I'll add the well, Christmas part... Then on New years I'll add a New years Eve part! :-D Now I just went way back in the archive and found out my story is a bit like the answers to an old Christmas challenge, I honestly didn't plan on this and hope the story can still be enjoyed.
CHRISTMAS WISHES
Thick layers of bright white snow covered the ground of Seattle. It gave the broken city a festive look, but eyes could be deceived easily, as under the snow lay puddles of dried blood and broken guns.
But even if the city had suffered and lost, people could't help to smile at sight of children playing in the snow, as if they didn't have to worry about lonely gunmen and gangsters. Snowballs flew through the air as children played.
Max ducked as a misguided snowball soared through the air, missing her by mere inches. She resisted the urge to shout at the children, instead she continued her path. She dreaded snow, the main reason being that she had ran through the crystals barefooted once, many years ago.
The memories didn't make her mood any brighter, she was still brooding over Logan's invitation to come and celebrate Christmas with him. Well, as far as celebrating could go in this city. But it didn't matter... She wasn't going. She wasn't even sure about going to see him anymore
Slowly she continued to walk, not wanting to attract attention by fast- pacing through the glibbery snow. She'd witnessed many people getting their legs taken out under them by rushing to their jobs, not wanting to loose the by coming in late.
For a moment, she stopped, feeling as if she was being watched. She quietly observed the area around her. She was standing in an alley that made a shortcut to the abandoned building she and Cindy squatted in.
"Miss?" A soft voice came from the corner, coated in a rich English accent. Max turned to face the owner of the voice, but upon seeing nothing, she sighed. /Damn kids are playing with me/. But upon observing the area closer, she saw a hole in the wooden side of the building in front of her. Through the hole a pair of eyes stared at her with great curiousity. The face remained unseen, and Max moved closer.
"Can you help me?" If it wasn't for her enhanced hearing system, she was sure she wouldn't have heard the barely hearable question. She couched down in front of the hole, staring into a pair of bright blue eyes. With a gasp she realised they looked like Logan's, but with a different shape.
"Come in here, I know you want to see me!"
Sighing, she crawled through the hole. Thousands of sentences repeated in her mind of why she should not give into her curiousity. None won. When she looked up again, she was surprised to face a young girl.
"Now we're talkin'" The English accent melted away like ice in the sun, making place for a slang. Max observed the girl, who was wearing a small White dress. Her Brown hair hung in a loose ponytail, and her ears had two small rings in them. Nothing out of the ordinary, Max thought. Still she needed to make sure this wasn't one of White's breeding cults buddies.
"Who are you?"
"I'd love to tell but... I can't."
"Why?"
The girl giggled, then walked off. When Max didn't follow, she shouted,
"'C'mon I haven't got all day!"
Max sighed and stood up to follow her, while wondering why she was doing this. /Could be hanging with the gang at Crash, but instead I'm following a.../ She didn't get a chance to finish her thoughts as she tripped over a box.
"Shit!" She cursed, then quickly realised who she was with.
"Don't worry, you're going to slip up like that plenty of times in the future"
"What are you talking about?"
The girl giggled again, and clapped in her hands. Suddenly the dark ware house faded away.
"What the..." Max began, as the room changed. Suddenly she wasn't standing in a cold warehouse anymore, but in a graveyard. Judging from the sun shining down on her it was summer, and the coat suddenly seemed a huge weight on her back. She moved to take it off, but was stopped by the little girl.
"Don't change your appearance, just look." She pointed at a row of stones, then walked over to them. Max followed, bewildred by the events that had just taken place. The child passed a few ones, looking at the names, before stopping at one.
Max read the name, and gasped, as it read,
Logan H. Cale
1988-2023
"You pushed him away... Such a sad story, it could've been perfect." The soft voice said from beside her.
"I don't know what you mean." Max replied, finding it quite hard to use her vocal cords.
"You left Seattle right after Christmas... A year later he was killed by his bad guy of the week."
"But Christmas isn't over yet!"
"Here it is... But relax a little, sheesh, it's just a future image."
"What, so now I'm Scrooge?"
"I'm the only one visiting you...." Was all the little girl said, before clapping in her hands again. The graveyard faded away, and so did the silence. The air became filled by shouts and laughter, and Max blinked a few times before realising she was standing in the middle of a party.
Balloons flew over their heads, as children chased them all over the room. Max realised they were in the Penthouse. She spun around a few times, confused and disoriented.
A tug at her t-shirt stopped her actions, and she sighed.
"So... We crashing a party?"
"My fifth birthday... Wow, when they said my one-night job would take me to weird places I never thought of this one."
"One night job?!" Max said, getting more confused every second.
The little girl giggled once more, and Max chalked it down as a sign that she was nervous. Deciding this was the best time to press on, but before she could even open her mouth a shout came from the corner.
"Mooom!" Max searched the room, seeing the young girl that was guiding her through this... Thing standing near the left wall. Upon observing her closer, she noticed this was a younger version. She jumped when she heard the door behind her open, and the little girl didn't hesitate a second, pulling her behind the kitchen counter.
Max focused on the person entering the room, and gasped in surpise as she saw.. Herself. She let out a highly audible gasp, and turned to face the girl.
"What the hell is going on?"
With a sigh, the girl clapped in her hands again. The kitchen faded away, and they were standing in the warehouse again. For a few seconds Max was speechless, and the girl spoke.
"Please think twice about the decisions you're going to make... I want to exist."
Max spun around to ask her something, but found nothing.
She blinked a few times, before finally being able to move. In a daze she crawled through the hole again, and was met by an icy gust of wind. She shivered a bit before standing up.
It was then that her pager came to life, and she didn't even check the display. Instead she headed to the nearest phone booth and without even looking at the pad she punched in a number that had become all to familiar to her.
After the first two rings the person at the end of the other line picked the phone up.
"Hello?"
"It's me.. Hitting you back."
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A/N: Okay *Sigh* This has to be the longest chapter I've ever written to something!