Alright! I'm sorry if I made you hope this is a new story, I just removed a chapter by accident and then the whole thing got all mixed up, so I decided to remove the other chapters as well, and post it in the right order again.
Hope you like it though!!!
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„Miss? This is where you wanted to go, right?" Max opened her eyes and the world slowly came into focus. Fogle Tower was right in front of her when she looked through the window.
"Yeah, thanks."
"You're welcome. I'll drop your car off at the garage on my way home, ok?"
"Great." Max carefully slipped out of Logan's embrace. He'd unconciously put his arm around her in his sleep, drawing her closer. She couldn't say she hadn't enjoyed it, and that bothered her on some level. 'Gotta worry about that later on, girl.'
She climbed down on shaky feet and retrieved his wheelchair, then she gently tried to wake him.
"We're at home, Logan. Come on, I need your help to get you out."
The driver waited beside her. He had no idea what had happened to the young couple, but he felt that he needed to give them some time, even though he wanted to get home himself.
Logan opened his eyes, but seemed to be in some sort of daze, Max wasn't sure if he was just tired or if it was the shock. Without saying a word he pulled his legs out through the door and Max and the driver both grab him under his shoulders and placed him in his wheelchair.
"Thanks again." Max had grabbed Logan's wallet and gave the older man a generous tip.
"All the best to you two. Get some rest, you both seem to need it."
"Yeah. Good night."
Max watched the truck pull away, then started to push Logan's chair inside.
"I can do it," he said sharply. But when he tried to do the first stroke he hissed in pain. "Damn."
"Let me help you. I gotta have a look at your shoulder, you might have hurt it seriously. If I were you I wouldn't wanna risk further damage."
Logan didn't reply, but didn't protest either. He knew she was right, he couldn't afford losing the use of his arms. In silence they rode up the elevator to his penthouse. Max worried, now more than ever befor, despite the warmth in the building Logan was still shivering, his eyes were glaced and he didn't seem to be coherent.
"Do you want me to call Bling?"
No answer.
"Damn it, Logan, you scare me!"
The desperate sound of her voice seemed to get through to him. "I'm fine. I just need to get some sleep."
Logan knew that she wouldn't buy that, but he didn't have the strength to argue with her, so he tried to push her away, praying she would forgive him eventually. He couldn't explain himself what was going on, he just didn't seem to be here with her, he felt like he was falling into a deep black hole and there was nothing to hold on to. He knew that he shouldn't be feeling that way, after all he'd saved Max's life today! That should be worth more than anything else, but still he couldn't shake off the thoughts, the pictures of four dying men in his head...he had caused their deaths!
Without him realizing it Max had picked the lock to his apartment and had wheeled him into his bed room.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Max knew enough about Logan's condition from Bling to ask that question.
Logan groaned. "I probably should..." His voice lacked all emotions.
So she set off for the bathroom and then didn't know how to act. "Can I leave you alone?"
"Sure. I might not be able to walk, but I can still use the bathroom without you." Now there was an edge to his voice she didn't like.
"Sorry...I was just..." Instead of finishing the sentence she closed the door behind her and sat down, leaning against the wall. Damn it, she felt helpless. She knew how to fight guys three times her size, but she didn't know how to comfort her best friend. What kind of creature was she?
Logan automatically did the chore, his entire body ached with every single movement, but this was something he had to accomplish alone, there was no way he would ask Max for help. Deep down he knew that he hadn't acted reasonable this night, but he couldn't help. He hardly had the strength to deal with his own overwhelming emotions and fears, he couldn't take care of Max...He looked into the mirror and looked at the pale face staring back at him in horror.
'Damn it, Logan Cale. Max is more important to you than anything else, how could you think that? She'd had a horrible day herself, how could you be that selfish?'
Leaning back and closing his eyes he took a deep breath before he was ready to face her again. With a grimace he opened the door and found his dark angel sitting on the floor to his left.
"Max..."
She looked up at him, her eyes even darker than usual, filled with sadness and fear.
"I'm sorry...." He wiped a curl of her black hair from her face.
"It's Ok. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Relief washed over her face. "Now you gotta get some rest. I'll have a look on your shoulder first though, and you gotta get out of those clothes, they are all dirty and blood...Just get out of them."
Right in the hallway she helped him get out of his shirt and the bulletproof vest she couldn't believe he was still wearing. His entire left shoulder, down to his chest was bruised.
"We have to check if anything is broken tomorrow, you should be careful till we know."
"Ok, Mom. But how the hell am I supposed to get out of my pants, let alone this chair then?" Max thought to even have heard a slightly teasing tone, but his eyes told her something else. He wasn't out of the woods yet.
"I'll do it." She stated firmly, more firmly than she felt. "Open your zipper." She blushed. God that felt so wrong! Carefully she helped him out of his pants and threw them carelessly over her shoulder.
Logan's short grip on reality faded again, he was back in the dark place from one moment to the other, Max seeming like a long distance away. He hardly noticed that he was wheeled over to his bedroom and that he was lifted from his chair. He had even slipped further into unconciousness when Max gently tugged him in, propping him up on his right side as she figured that would hurt less than lying on his back. She had discovered nasty bruises and scratches there as well.
"Sleep tight, Logan."
The she stood next to him, unsure of what to do. She couldn't leave him alone like that, she was too afraid of what he might be capable of doing, besides she was tired and exhausted herself, and her homegirl didn't expect her to come home either. Without giving it another thought she slipped under the blanket next to Logan. The guest room probably wasn't heated, she tried to justify it.
"Good night."
TBC
But I want to see what you think about it first!!
Hope you like it though!!!
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„Miss? This is where you wanted to go, right?" Max opened her eyes and the world slowly came into focus. Fogle Tower was right in front of her when she looked through the window.
"Yeah, thanks."
"You're welcome. I'll drop your car off at the garage on my way home, ok?"
"Great." Max carefully slipped out of Logan's embrace. He'd unconciously put his arm around her in his sleep, drawing her closer. She couldn't say she hadn't enjoyed it, and that bothered her on some level. 'Gotta worry about that later on, girl.'
She climbed down on shaky feet and retrieved his wheelchair, then she gently tried to wake him.
"We're at home, Logan. Come on, I need your help to get you out."
The driver waited beside her. He had no idea what had happened to the young couple, but he felt that he needed to give them some time, even though he wanted to get home himself.
Logan opened his eyes, but seemed to be in some sort of daze, Max wasn't sure if he was just tired or if it was the shock. Without saying a word he pulled his legs out through the door and Max and the driver both grab him under his shoulders and placed him in his wheelchair.
"Thanks again." Max had grabbed Logan's wallet and gave the older man a generous tip.
"All the best to you two. Get some rest, you both seem to need it."
"Yeah. Good night."
Max watched the truck pull away, then started to push Logan's chair inside.
"I can do it," he said sharply. But when he tried to do the first stroke he hissed in pain. "Damn."
"Let me help you. I gotta have a look at your shoulder, you might have hurt it seriously. If I were you I wouldn't wanna risk further damage."
Logan didn't reply, but didn't protest either. He knew she was right, he couldn't afford losing the use of his arms. In silence they rode up the elevator to his penthouse. Max worried, now more than ever befor, despite the warmth in the building Logan was still shivering, his eyes were glaced and he didn't seem to be coherent.
"Do you want me to call Bling?"
No answer.
"Damn it, Logan, you scare me!"
The desperate sound of her voice seemed to get through to him. "I'm fine. I just need to get some sleep."
Logan knew that she wouldn't buy that, but he didn't have the strength to argue with her, so he tried to push her away, praying she would forgive him eventually. He couldn't explain himself what was going on, he just didn't seem to be here with her, he felt like he was falling into a deep black hole and there was nothing to hold on to. He knew that he shouldn't be feeling that way, after all he'd saved Max's life today! That should be worth more than anything else, but still he couldn't shake off the thoughts, the pictures of four dying men in his head...he had caused their deaths!
Without him realizing it Max had picked the lock to his apartment and had wheeled him into his bed room.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" Max knew enough about Logan's condition from Bling to ask that question.
Logan groaned. "I probably should..." His voice lacked all emotions.
So she set off for the bathroom and then didn't know how to act. "Can I leave you alone?"
"Sure. I might not be able to walk, but I can still use the bathroom without you." Now there was an edge to his voice she didn't like.
"Sorry...I was just..." Instead of finishing the sentence she closed the door behind her and sat down, leaning against the wall. Damn it, she felt helpless. She knew how to fight guys three times her size, but she didn't know how to comfort her best friend. What kind of creature was she?
Logan automatically did the chore, his entire body ached with every single movement, but this was something he had to accomplish alone, there was no way he would ask Max for help. Deep down he knew that he hadn't acted reasonable this night, but he couldn't help. He hardly had the strength to deal with his own overwhelming emotions and fears, he couldn't take care of Max...He looked into the mirror and looked at the pale face staring back at him in horror.
'Damn it, Logan Cale. Max is more important to you than anything else, how could you think that? She'd had a horrible day herself, how could you be that selfish?'
Leaning back and closing his eyes he took a deep breath before he was ready to face her again. With a grimace he opened the door and found his dark angel sitting on the floor to his left.
"Max..."
She looked up at him, her eyes even darker than usual, filled with sadness and fear.
"I'm sorry...." He wiped a curl of her black hair from her face.
"It's Ok. We'll talk about it tomorrow." Relief washed over her face. "Now you gotta get some rest. I'll have a look on your shoulder first though, and you gotta get out of those clothes, they are all dirty and blood...Just get out of them."
Right in the hallway she helped him get out of his shirt and the bulletproof vest she couldn't believe he was still wearing. His entire left shoulder, down to his chest was bruised.
"We have to check if anything is broken tomorrow, you should be careful till we know."
"Ok, Mom. But how the hell am I supposed to get out of my pants, let alone this chair then?" Max thought to even have heard a slightly teasing tone, but his eyes told her something else. He wasn't out of the woods yet.
"I'll do it." She stated firmly, more firmly than she felt. "Open your zipper." She blushed. God that felt so wrong! Carefully she helped him out of his pants and threw them carelessly over her shoulder.
Logan's short grip on reality faded again, he was back in the dark place from one moment to the other, Max seeming like a long distance away. He hardly noticed that he was wheeled over to his bedroom and that he was lifted from his chair. He had even slipped further into unconciousness when Max gently tugged him in, propping him up on his right side as she figured that would hurt less than lying on his back. She had discovered nasty bruises and scratches there as well.
"Sleep tight, Logan."
The she stood next to him, unsure of what to do. She couldn't leave him alone like that, she was too afraid of what he might be capable of doing, besides she was tired and exhausted herself, and her homegirl didn't expect her to come home either. Without giving it another thought she slipped under the blanket next to Logan. The guest room probably wasn't heated, she tried to justify it.
"Good night."
TBC
But I want to see what you think about it first!!