Graveyard
Max stormed into the house and yelled. "Logan!" She had heard something in his bed room. "Logan!"
"What's up?" He looked up at her slightly disoriented. His face still was tight, apparently he was not over his self-pity, but Max decided not to press, she had other issues right now. She coud deal with Logan's unreasonable behavior anytime. The way she saw it, there would be hundreds of times when he would try to drown in his own self-pity. She didn't get it, how could a handsome, hot and generally nice guy like Logan think of himself as worthless.
He had everything he needed, money, friends (thinking about, how many friends did he actually have?), a job he loved and maybe even loved too much. How could the simple fact that he had to sit in a chair be worse than all the positive aspects?
But she knew it bothered him, and if he would be willing to talk to her, she might even be able to understand and help, but as it was, he was all alone with his problems, and she couldn't get any closer.
"Max?"
"Get dressed."
"What? Why? It's half past ten, I was about to get ready for bed, and no, I'm not in the mood to go for a walk." He sounded slighty pissed now, but she didn't care.
"Get dressed." She squeezed past him, bent over his bag and threw pants and a warm sweater in his lap. "I'll be outside."
Logan sat there, open mouthed. He had no clue what she was up to, but the sound of her voice had made obvious that this was no time to mess with her. And he honestly didn't need another fight with the person he less wanted o fight with in the first place. So he sighed and got dressed again.
When he entered the living room she was impatiently waiting at the back door, holding his jacket and the keys to the Aztec.
"Come on." She threw everything at him and held the door open for him to wheel threw.
"Max, would you at least be so kind as to tell me..."
"You'll see. Get in the car." He shook his head, but did as he was told. When he pulled the chair in the backseat Max returned, carrying a shovel and a flashlight. She wouldn't really need one, but for Logan's sake she'd searched for it.
Without saying a word she stored the things in the back and then dropped down in the passenger seat.
"Just a clue where I'm supposed to head to?"
"Graveyard."
"What??!" He looked at her. "Are you insane? Why the hell do you wanna go to a graveyard in the middle of the night?"
"It's only ten..."
"Max! You know what I mean."
"I just have to check on something."
Logan knew she wouldn't reveal more right now. "Alright..."
*
Max grabbed the shovel and light while Logan got out of the car. He had considered refusing to get out, but what would he do sitting in the car? If Max thought he could come, he would be able to. She wouldn't ask him to do anything he wasn't up to.
Her features were more gentle again, her anger apparently had abated and he was grateful for it. After all he knew it was mainly his fault, and he would have had a hard time coming even close to admitting that in front of her, let alone apologize. At least for now he wouldn't have to worry about that.
But he knew eventually he would have to allow her closer or he would lose her forever. How was she supposed to understand him when he never told her what bothered him? He couldn't expect her to be there for him whenever he wanted her to, but give her nothing in return. She had admitted her weaknesses to him, why was it so hard for him to do the same? He trusted her after all. More than he had trusted anybody in a long time, and still he couldn't open up.
"You coming?"
He snapped out of his thoughts and noticed that Max had already entered the graveyard. With great effort he pushed his chair over the bumpy ground, thankful she didn't offer any help though.
Finally he saw what Max was up to. "Sam Gillan..." He whispered, slightly out of breath. "You can't seriously...ok,you can..." She had started digging and Logan uncomfortably shifted in his chair. "Max..."
"Shut up and switch on the flashlight."
"Thought you can see in the dark..."
"But light doesn't make it worse."
He sighed and leaned down to grab the flashlight she had deposited on the ground next to the grave.
If she had set her mind on opening that grave, not even Logan would be able to talk her out of it.
**
Hope you liked it. If you did, you can check out my story Comfort which basically deals with the same topic. It's set right after the episode!!!!
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Max stormed into the house and yelled. "Logan!" She had heard something in his bed room. "Logan!"
"What's up?" He looked up at her slightly disoriented. His face still was tight, apparently he was not over his self-pity, but Max decided not to press, she had other issues right now. She coud deal with Logan's unreasonable behavior anytime. The way she saw it, there would be hundreds of times when he would try to drown in his own self-pity. She didn't get it, how could a handsome, hot and generally nice guy like Logan think of himself as worthless.
He had everything he needed, money, friends (thinking about, how many friends did he actually have?), a job he loved and maybe even loved too much. How could the simple fact that he had to sit in a chair be worse than all the positive aspects?
But she knew it bothered him, and if he would be willing to talk to her, she might even be able to understand and help, but as it was, he was all alone with his problems, and she couldn't get any closer.
"Max?"
"Get dressed."
"What? Why? It's half past ten, I was about to get ready for bed, and no, I'm not in the mood to go for a walk." He sounded slighty pissed now, but she didn't care.
"Get dressed." She squeezed past him, bent over his bag and threw pants and a warm sweater in his lap. "I'll be outside."
Logan sat there, open mouthed. He had no clue what she was up to, but the sound of her voice had made obvious that this was no time to mess with her. And he honestly didn't need another fight with the person he less wanted o fight with in the first place. So he sighed and got dressed again.
When he entered the living room she was impatiently waiting at the back door, holding his jacket and the keys to the Aztec.
"Come on." She threw everything at him and held the door open for him to wheel threw.
"Max, would you at least be so kind as to tell me..."
"You'll see. Get in the car." He shook his head, but did as he was told. When he pulled the chair in the backseat Max returned, carrying a shovel and a flashlight. She wouldn't really need one, but for Logan's sake she'd searched for it.
Without saying a word she stored the things in the back and then dropped down in the passenger seat.
"Just a clue where I'm supposed to head to?"
"Graveyard."
"What??!" He looked at her. "Are you insane? Why the hell do you wanna go to a graveyard in the middle of the night?"
"It's only ten..."
"Max! You know what I mean."
"I just have to check on something."
Logan knew she wouldn't reveal more right now. "Alright..."
*
Max grabbed the shovel and light while Logan got out of the car. He had considered refusing to get out, but what would he do sitting in the car? If Max thought he could come, he would be able to. She wouldn't ask him to do anything he wasn't up to.
Her features were more gentle again, her anger apparently had abated and he was grateful for it. After all he knew it was mainly his fault, and he would have had a hard time coming even close to admitting that in front of her, let alone apologize. At least for now he wouldn't have to worry about that.
But he knew eventually he would have to allow her closer or he would lose her forever. How was she supposed to understand him when he never told her what bothered him? He couldn't expect her to be there for him whenever he wanted her to, but give her nothing in return. She had admitted her weaknesses to him, why was it so hard for him to do the same? He trusted her after all. More than he had trusted anybody in a long time, and still he couldn't open up.
"You coming?"
He snapped out of his thoughts and noticed that Max had already entered the graveyard. With great effort he pushed his chair over the bumpy ground, thankful she didn't offer any help though.
Finally he saw what Max was up to. "Sam Gillan..." He whispered, slightly out of breath. "You can't seriously...ok,you can..." She had started digging and Logan uncomfortably shifted in his chair. "Max..."
"Shut up and switch on the flashlight."
"Thought you can see in the dark..."
"But light doesn't make it worse."
He sighed and leaned down to grab the flashlight she had deposited on the ground next to the grave.
If she had set her mind on opening that grave, not even Logan would be able to talk her out of it.
**
Hope you liked it. If you did, you can check out my story Comfort which basically deals with the same topic. It's set right after the episode!!!!
R&R!!!