A/N: A ficlet I wrote a while back as a follow up to Freak Nation. Rated G. Please review.
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What have I done?
As Max watched the white, red, and black flag slowly wave against the coming dawn, panic threatened to rise in her throat. Possibly sensing her feelings, Logan's latex encased hand gently squeezed hers in reassurance.
She didn't feel any better.
The Space Needle stood as a backdrop to the symbol of the new nation. A broken symbol of the broken dreams of a broken world. Nothing more or less broken than what was now being born behind chain links and barbed wire.
Closing her eyes against the sight, memories began to well up from deep inside. You did this, Max. Words from long ago, another lifetime, echoed through her mind in someone else's voice. She opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to glance at the man next to her. Standing tall and proud, always ready to take up a worthy fight.
What have I done? I caused this, all of this.
A broken window caused a friendship, a romance. Desperation caused a fire, a massive escape. A hostage situation spawned a new society. And fear and love collided into a lie.
The sun shone over the rooftops, glittering off of the city like gold and diamonds. Riches that their world did not possess. But she did - Max could feel them in her hand, soft grip a tangible reminder. Of fear, hope, love, and betrayal.
What have I done.
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