Title: Infinity (2/?)
Author: Xtrekangel
Summary: Logan and Max have a chat.
Rating: PG
Endorse: The show and characters belong to FOX and Cameron, and whoever else. Story is mine.
Notes: Please send feedback, please so I can continue to write. Archive anywhere as long as you ask me, and my name is attached and so on. You can check out more of my fic at .
"Tell me you love me. Tell me everything has been worth it, and you have no regrets."
"I love you." The words were forced, not because they were lies, they were truth in its purest form, but because they were sacred and it was scary how true they were. "I wouldn't have been able to come as far as I have, to be the person I am if it wasn't for you. You are everything to me." Their eyes were pleading in vain, wanting more than just simple words could express. But they could not see each others pain.
"No, I haven't made who you are. You haven't changed." She was revealing too much of herself.
"But I want to."
"No, you're perfect." Her words are quiet.
"I thought that you were supposed to be the perfect one?"
"Maybe by genes but not in my heart and soul. Those are completely different. You're good at heart. I……I'm………..my heart is cold. I have no soul." The words came slowly, painfully.
"That's not true." Pain in his voice.
"Yes it is."
Silence.
"Tell me where you are."
"I can't. You can't know, things are better this way."
"Why do you want me love you if you don't want me to find you?"
Silence.
"I'm going to find you, I will never give up."
"You're never going to find me, not like I once was." *sigh* "I should never have called you."
"I would have kept on paging you."
"I would have thrown it against the wall."
"But you didn't."
"All the bottles Jack Daniels I drank made me stupid."
"You've been drinking?"
"I should go now."
"Don't do this Max. We can work it out together. Come back, come back for me. Remember our plans, our future?"
"I'm not good enough for you." The phone was hung up.
"You're too good." His whisper is against the glass as he hears the dial tone.
The darkness enfolded her defeated spirit. She wiped a single tear away, and grabbed another bottle. The hardened warrior, she smirked, fallen, defeated, lost, alone, scared. Yes, scared, scared of what she is to become, and scared of losing what she was. The neon lights glared outside her window. She stared at it, as if in a trance
"She called me."
"What? What'd she say?"
"She doesn't want to come back." He shook his head. "She sounded so detached, so calm. She said she'd been drinking. I imagine she'd have to drink allot to get drunk. But…………."
"What boo?"
"I don't know, I think there is still hope. Right now she's just lost, and I need to find her." He looked up at her, eyes blazing with determination. "Did you find anything out?"
"Yes, I think. I don't know if he's down though."
"Tell me everything."
Author: Xtrekangel
Summary: Logan and Max have a chat.
Rating: PG
Endorse: The show and characters belong to FOX and Cameron, and whoever else. Story is mine.
Notes: Please send feedback, please so I can continue to write. Archive anywhere as long as you ask me, and my name is attached and so on. You can check out more of my fic at .
"Tell me you love me. Tell me everything has been worth it, and you have no regrets."
"I love you." The words were forced, not because they were lies, they were truth in its purest form, but because they were sacred and it was scary how true they were. "I wouldn't have been able to come as far as I have, to be the person I am if it wasn't for you. You are everything to me." Their eyes were pleading in vain, wanting more than just simple words could express. But they could not see each others pain.
"No, I haven't made who you are. You haven't changed." She was revealing too much of herself.
"But I want to."
"No, you're perfect." Her words are quiet.
"I thought that you were supposed to be the perfect one?"
"Maybe by genes but not in my heart and soul. Those are completely different. You're good at heart. I……I'm………..my heart is cold. I have no soul." The words came slowly, painfully.
"That's not true." Pain in his voice.
"Yes it is."
Silence.
"Tell me where you are."
"I can't. You can't know, things are better this way."
"Why do you want me love you if you don't want me to find you?"
Silence.
"I'm going to find you, I will never give up."
"You're never going to find me, not like I once was." *sigh* "I should never have called you."
"I would have kept on paging you."
"I would have thrown it against the wall."
"But you didn't."
"All the bottles Jack Daniels I drank made me stupid."
"You've been drinking?"
"I should go now."
"Don't do this Max. We can work it out together. Come back, come back for me. Remember our plans, our future?"
"I'm not good enough for you." The phone was hung up.
"You're too good." His whisper is against the glass as he hears the dial tone.
The darkness enfolded her defeated spirit. She wiped a single tear away, and grabbed another bottle. The hardened warrior, she smirked, fallen, defeated, lost, alone, scared. Yes, scared, scared of what she is to become, and scared of losing what she was. The neon lights glared outside her window. She stared at it, as if in a trance
"She called me."
"What? What'd she say?"
"She doesn't want to come back." He shook his head. "She sounded so detached, so calm. She said she'd been drinking. I imagine she'd have to drink allot to get drunk. But…………."
"What boo?"
"I don't know, I think there is still hope. Right now she's just lost, and I need to find her." He looked up at her, eyes blazing with determination. "Did you find anything out?"
"Yes, I think. I don't know if he's down though."
"Tell me everything."
