Disclaimer: still doesn't belong to me..damn it
Rating PG-13 mild swearing
Spoilers: Hello, Goodbye
Pain, Doubt, Fate and Love
Painful, but Necessary
She couldn't remember how she had got this point lying on her bed, the tears steaming down her face.
She couldn't remember how she had got to her room after leaving the space needle.
She couldn't remember how she had got to the Space Needle from Logan's apartment.
Logan
His name brought all the emotions she had been taught never to show.
Pain
Sorrow
Love
All of these emotions, that she had never wanted, caused by the thought of him.
She had never wanted love, and now that she had it she wished she had been smart enough to confront him about her feelings while she still had the chance..
...when she could still touch his face.
Logan
He had changed her world from the moment she had met him. He had always managed to confuse the hell out of her, with his crazy mission to save the world, his insecurities that matched her own, and his blind acceptance of her.
Logan had cooked her dinner when she hadn't asked for it, invaded her thoughts when she didn't want him to, and make her fall in love with him without her permission.
It seems so long since fate had led her to that statue.
It seemed so long since she had kissed him for the first time outside that cabin
and it seemed so long since they finally given in to their feelings on the floor that night.
-"Will you look at us?"
"You're a thief?"
"God Logan looked hot, even given the givens"
"Better go save the kid"
-"Pathetic"
"Just go"
"Dance with me"
"You looked beautiful"
-"Hopeless"
"You're the miracle."
"Aren't you cold?"
"Way more."
-"Lucky we hooked up"
Memories of happier times, and places then the time and place she was in invaded her mind. She found that most of these memories revolved around Logan.
It scared her to death.
Logan
That insane crusader, that hid behind a red, white, and blue Halloween mask.
Logan
A lonely soul who had made her less lonely.
Logan
A guy who had somehow, even with all his own issues, managed to sneak by her walls and make her fall, head over heels, crazy in love with him.
Logan
A poet
A crusader
A man
A love
He had written a poem about her once.... or perhaps more then once.
Dark, forever eyes, somebody's angel....
God, I wish I was his angel
Stop, it's too late, you missed your chance
It's better this way anyway
He's safer this way
It hurt.
It hurt to hurt him, to lie to him.
But it was what had to be done.
The last brush with the virus had been too close; she couldn't risk his life again, she wouldn't risk his life again.
It was painful but it was necessary.
She had to stay strong and ignore the pain of knowing that they would never be together.
She was strong, she was a soldier
She was a warrior, she was made to fight, and she was taught to show no weakness.
No pain
No sorrow
No love
She needed to stop dwelling in her self pity and get over it.
Get over the fact that she could never touch his face. Get over the fact that she had hurt him so badly. Get over the fact that she was too frightened of killing him to get near him. Get over the fact that she had hurt him so badly. Get over the fact that they had no future together
Get over him.
Even if the virus suddenly disappeared, she had to stay away from him.
She was a danger to him.
She was poison
Everything she loved died because of her; she would not allow that to happen to Logan.
Painful but necessary.
His life outweighed her selfish need for him.
Rating PG-13 mild swearing
Spoilers: Hello, Goodbye
Pain, Doubt, Fate and Love
Painful, but Necessary
She couldn't remember how she had got this point lying on her bed, the tears steaming down her face.
She couldn't remember how she had got to her room after leaving the space needle.
She couldn't remember how she had got to the Space Needle from Logan's apartment.
Logan
His name brought all the emotions she had been taught never to show.
Pain
Sorrow
Love
All of these emotions, that she had never wanted, caused by the thought of him.
She had never wanted love, and now that she had it she wished she had been smart enough to confront him about her feelings while she still had the chance..
...when she could still touch his face.
Logan
He had changed her world from the moment she had met him. He had always managed to confuse the hell out of her, with his crazy mission to save the world, his insecurities that matched her own, and his blind acceptance of her.
Logan had cooked her dinner when she hadn't asked for it, invaded her thoughts when she didn't want him to, and make her fall in love with him without her permission.
It seems so long since fate had led her to that statue.
It seemed so long since she had kissed him for the first time outside that cabin
and it seemed so long since they finally given in to their feelings on the floor that night.
-"Will you look at us?"
"You're a thief?"
"God Logan looked hot, even given the givens"
"Better go save the kid"
-"Pathetic"
"Just go"
"Dance with me"
"You looked beautiful"
-"Hopeless"
"You're the miracle."
"Aren't you cold?"
"Way more."
-"Lucky we hooked up"
Memories of happier times, and places then the time and place she was in invaded her mind. She found that most of these memories revolved around Logan.
It scared her to death.
Logan
That insane crusader, that hid behind a red, white, and blue Halloween mask.
Logan
A lonely soul who had made her less lonely.
Logan
A guy who had somehow, even with all his own issues, managed to sneak by her walls and make her fall, head over heels, crazy in love with him.
Logan
A poet
A crusader
A man
A love
He had written a poem about her once.... or perhaps more then once.
Dark, forever eyes, somebody's angel....
God, I wish I was his angel
Stop, it's too late, you missed your chance
It's better this way anyway
He's safer this way
It hurt.
It hurt to hurt him, to lie to him.
But it was what had to be done.
The last brush with the virus had been too close; she couldn't risk his life again, she wouldn't risk his life again.
It was painful but it was necessary.
She had to stay strong and ignore the pain of knowing that they would never be together.
She was strong, she was a soldier
She was a warrior, she was made to fight, and she was taught to show no weakness.
No pain
No sorrow
No love
She needed to stop dwelling in her self pity and get over it.
Get over the fact that she could never touch his face. Get over the fact that she had hurt him so badly. Get over the fact that she was too frightened of killing him to get near him. Get over the fact that she had hurt him so badly. Get over the fact that they had no future together
Get over him.
Even if the virus suddenly disappeared, she had to stay away from him.
She was a danger to him.
She was poison
Everything she loved died because of her; she would not allow that to happen to Logan.
Painful but necessary.
His life outweighed her selfish need for him.