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A/N- sorry I haven't been writing much, but there just hasn't been time!
Rings - Chapter 5 The Hotel
They drove for hours before Zack pulled over at a motel a few hours from Canada. Max had slept the whole way to the motel, curled into a ball leaning up against the window. Zack left her in the car while he went into the office and got them a room. When he came back out he reached out and gently shook her shoulder.
"Maxie....." he began. But his soft words were turned into a grunt of pain as Max flipped him over her shoulder and out of the car.
"Whoops sorry bout that" Max said....she didn't sound all that sorry about it though.
Max climbed slowly out of the car and removed her bag. She stood there simply looking at Zack, finally he got the hint and started to move towards their room. Zack looked at the number on the set of keys he had in his hand, room number 666. Not a good sign Zack thought wearily to himself.
Soon they were inside their room. For once Zack hadn't rented a rat trap. The room had two single beds a clean shower with hot water and the room as a whole didn't look like a drug dealer had just over dosed in there an hour earlier.
Max stalked into the hotel room and threw her jacket onto a bed. "I'm taking a shower." Max said roughly as she slammed the bathroom door behind her.
Max angrily threw her bag to the bathroom floor and turned on the shower. She climbed in, sank to the floor, and cried. She cried for herself, for Logan, and for a sister whos love was in pieces somewhere. She also cried a little selfishly, her baby, her ninja was still at Logan's.
She figured she'd been in there about an hour when she finally walked out into the room. Her dark curls were piled wet on top of her head, she was wearing a pair of Loan's boxers and the tee-shirt she had cried with in his apartment, it seemed like years ago, it had only been hours.
Zack glanced up at her as she came into the room. She looked calmer, no longer like she would kick his ass at a word. He was seated at a table in front of a large pizza and two bottles of beer.
"You hungry?" Zack asked as he gestured to the pizza box and half eaten slice in front of him.
"No" She said as she reached for one of the bottles of beer and sat down on the chair across from him, curling her legs under her. She looked at him thoughtfully as she sipped her beer.
"So how do we kick the ass of whatever after us now?" She asked between thoughtful sips of beer.
"I don't know Max, we'll go to the safe house and plan from there."
"All right" she said quietly. She looked at him for a moment before taking the last swig of her beer. "I'm going to turn in now. We have a long trip and I'm kinda wiped." She got up as she talked and moved towards the bed on the left side of the room. She quietly climbed under the covers and curled into a ball.
Zack got up from his chair and turned out the light.
"Good night Maxie." he said softly.
"Night."
"By the way.....nice ring......."
Max didn't answer.