Comfort
This is just a short M/L piece, because that's what we need, right? It is set right after Cape Haven, S1.Pure fluff, not very good.
Have fun though!!
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Max smiled down at the man seated in the wheelchair next to her. She couldn't pretend to understand him, they both know she couldn't, but at least she could try to imagine what it must mean to HIM to kill. The great Eyes Only who believed in humanity and the pure good with all his heart had killed. On some level, he had become what he fought against.
Max had been raised to kill, she wasn't proud of what she had been trained to do, but it was a part of her life she had adjusted to. And if she had to safe her life, or Logan's, or Cindy's, she would do it again. Since she'd met Logan she'd started to develop a conciousness, but that didn't mean her instincts had disappeared.
She admired Logan for what he had done. He, the guy in the wheelchair, who had tried to kill himself because he had considered himself useless, who had been dumped out of his chair by those exact same guys only hours ago, had saved Max's, Sage's and his own life. What he had done required so much more strength and courage than she could ever muster up. For her it was easy, she was superior, stronger and faster than any of the bad guys- but he, he seemed to be so much weaker and more vulnerable,and still he had so much strength. She just couldn't help but admire him, even though that was probably the last thing he wanted to hear.
Her track of thoughts was interrupted when a small man with a friendly round face addressed her. "Do you need a ride back to the city? You can come with me."
Max looked at Logan who seemed to be lightyears away.
"Yeah, that would be great. Could you just give us one minute?"
The man shrugged. "I'll be waiting in the truck."
Max nodded her thanks and turned towards Logan.
"Hey, did you hear that? Logan!"
"What?"
"We have a ride home." Max said and kneeled down next to him, one arm across his thighs. She felt him shiver despite the blanket. "Are you OK?"
"I'm fine," he snapped and then continued with a softer voice. "Just tired."
"Then let's go home." He didn't protest when she pushed his wheelchair over to the truck. And that did not exactly help Max to relax. Usually he would never allow anyone to do that.
Eventually they reached the truck. The seats were pretty high and Max had no clue how Logan should get in there, especially in his current condition and without her help. But she didn't dare to ask. While she was still waging her options the driver decided for her.
"Can I help?" Without waiting for an answer he'd walked around the engine and looked at Logan.
He younger man sighed and nodded hesitantly, he knew he couldn't do it alone, but his jaw still tightened. He knew Max could place him in that truck without any effort, but right now he didn't need to be reminded of that, besides, the seizures probably had left her tired and exhausted aswell.
Together they hovered Logan on the seat and Max wordlessly carried the wheelchair to the Aztec and put it into the backseat. Then she followed Logan and gently laid a blanket around his shoulders. Her hand came to rest on his thigh and she caught him glancing down at it.
'At least he knows it's there.'
The driver put the truck in gear and she noticed how cold Logan was. She looked at him, worriedly. He was pale and his eyes were black and emotionless. But in the presence of the other man there was not much she could say, so finally she hesitantly laid her arm around his shoulder and when she squeezed it, she felt him tense.
"It's Ok, relax," she whispered. Logan took a deep breath and then relaxed slowly, his head coming to rest on her shoulder.
Her hand stroked up and down his back and she couldn't help but smile slightly. Here he was, not hiding is feelings, but allowing her to wordlessly and in total understanding comfort him when he desperately needed it.
Finally Max closed her eyes and drifted off into a light sleep.
TBC...
This is just a short M/L piece, because that's what we need, right? It is set right after Cape Haven, S1.Pure fluff, not very good.
Have fun though!!
**
Max smiled down at the man seated in the wheelchair next to her. She couldn't pretend to understand him, they both know she couldn't, but at least she could try to imagine what it must mean to HIM to kill. The great Eyes Only who believed in humanity and the pure good with all his heart had killed. On some level, he had become what he fought against.
Max had been raised to kill, she wasn't proud of what she had been trained to do, but it was a part of her life she had adjusted to. And if she had to safe her life, or Logan's, or Cindy's, she would do it again. Since she'd met Logan she'd started to develop a conciousness, but that didn't mean her instincts had disappeared.
She admired Logan for what he had done. He, the guy in the wheelchair, who had tried to kill himself because he had considered himself useless, who had been dumped out of his chair by those exact same guys only hours ago, had saved Max's, Sage's and his own life. What he had done required so much more strength and courage than she could ever muster up. For her it was easy, she was superior, stronger and faster than any of the bad guys- but he, he seemed to be so much weaker and more vulnerable,and still he had so much strength. She just couldn't help but admire him, even though that was probably the last thing he wanted to hear.
Her track of thoughts was interrupted when a small man with a friendly round face addressed her. "Do you need a ride back to the city? You can come with me."
Max looked at Logan who seemed to be lightyears away.
"Yeah, that would be great. Could you just give us one minute?"
The man shrugged. "I'll be waiting in the truck."
Max nodded her thanks and turned towards Logan.
"Hey, did you hear that? Logan!"
"What?"
"We have a ride home." Max said and kneeled down next to him, one arm across his thighs. She felt him shiver despite the blanket. "Are you OK?"
"I'm fine," he snapped and then continued with a softer voice. "Just tired."
"Then let's go home." He didn't protest when she pushed his wheelchair over to the truck. And that did not exactly help Max to relax. Usually he would never allow anyone to do that.
Eventually they reached the truck. The seats were pretty high and Max had no clue how Logan should get in there, especially in his current condition and without her help. But she didn't dare to ask. While she was still waging her options the driver decided for her.
"Can I help?" Without waiting for an answer he'd walked around the engine and looked at Logan.
He younger man sighed and nodded hesitantly, he knew he couldn't do it alone, but his jaw still tightened. He knew Max could place him in that truck without any effort, but right now he didn't need to be reminded of that, besides, the seizures probably had left her tired and exhausted aswell.
Together they hovered Logan on the seat and Max wordlessly carried the wheelchair to the Aztec and put it into the backseat. Then she followed Logan and gently laid a blanket around his shoulders. Her hand came to rest on his thigh and she caught him glancing down at it.
'At least he knows it's there.'
The driver put the truck in gear and she noticed how cold Logan was. She looked at him, worriedly. He was pale and his eyes were black and emotionless. But in the presence of the other man there was not much she could say, so finally she hesitantly laid her arm around his shoulder and when she squeezed it, she felt him tense.
"It's Ok, relax," she whispered. Logan took a deep breath and then relaxed slowly, his head coming to rest on her shoulder.
Her hand stroked up and down his back and she couldn't help but smile slightly. Here he was, not hiding is feelings, but allowing her to wordlessly and in total understanding comfort him when he desperately needed it.
Finally Max closed her eyes and drifted off into a light sleep.
TBC...