"That's not you Max. You can kill me, but you will regret it. Besides, you don't do guns, Max. You always refused to have one..." He continued, not willing to accept the obvious.
Another kick in his stomach followed, high enough for him to feel the pain.
"Give me one minute, Max. Let me explain..." He groaned, she knew how to hurt him. But he fought against the thought that this was the woman he loved, that was NOT her. His Max was buried beneath this soldier, and he had to try to find her before it was too late. If only he had an idea how he could do that, this woman didn't even want to listen.
Logan took a deep breath and winced at the pain that caused, then he helplessly looked up. For the first time, and only for the split of a second their eyes met, and he thought to have seen something familiar there. Maybe there was hope.
**
Max, who was now kneeling in front of her victim looked into the soft blue eyes for the first time, and something made her hesitate. A warm feeling rose from the pit of her stomach. She didn't understand that nor could she place it or the way that guy looked at her. There was no fear for his own life in his eyes, there was something else, and it felt familiar. And somehow she let his words sink in, and something made her listen.
"What?"
"You're not a killing machine. Max, you are a human being and they just tricked you into believing something else. Please, try to remember. I know it's hard, but I know that it's still in you. You can't have forgotten about everything we went through."
He saw the change in her expression, it was not recognition, but it was doubt, fear, confusion. Now she might be willing to listen.
"You broke into my apartment almost two years ago, do you remember Bast?"
"The goddess..." Her voice was harsh.
"Right." He struggled to sit up a bit more, but Max tensed again. "Don't move."
"I can't go anywhere, Max." He saw blood dripping from his face, falling onto his crumbled gray sweatshirt and he felt an intense headache build in the back of his head. "I just need a piece of cloths. Please."
But Max didn't move, so he dismissed the idea.
"Have a look around, Max. Doesn't that all seem familiar to you?" He watched her stand up, scanning the room. He felt like he'd have to throw up any minute, the world was spinning slightly.
"Don't you remember all the evenings..." He heard his own voice tremble.
"Cut it out! You're just trying to talk me into something so you can safe your sorry ass!!" She pointed the gun at his sleeve.
"You can kill me, I don't care. My life's not worth living without you, anyway."
"I've never heard that much crap!" Her voice was dripping with hate and that hurt him even more than the kicks he had endured earlier.
"Manticore did that to you, Max. You've fought your entire life to get away from the darkness, don't let it catch up with you. You have moves." He tried to make her remember, tried to use the exact same words he'd used before, maybe that way he could switch the light bulb. But it was getting harder and harder to form coherent thoughts, blackness theatened to engulf him. If he allowed that to happen, he'd lose her forever. So he fought the weariness and dizziness, focussing on Max.
"Go over to the desk, please, and look into the small box." Something in his weak and whispered voice made her trust him. Eyeing him suspiciously she sneaked over to the desk.
Slowly she opened the box and retrieved an amulet. Her voice was barely a whisper. "You mother's locket..."
She turned towards Logan, tears in her eyes. "Oh my god, Logan. I'm sorry."
The locket fell onto the floor along with her gun when she rushed back to him and kneeled down. She hesitated, too afraid he would hate her for what she had just done to him.
"It's Ok, Max. It's not your fault." He smiled weakly and held out his hand. The barrier broke down and she fell into his arms, weeping freely.
"I nearly killed you, oh my god. I nearly killed you."
"Shhh, it's Ok. I'm fine, you didn't do it, that's all that matters."
"But I hurt you." Finally she noticed the blood on her hands. "Are you ok?" She leaned back so she could observe him better.
"A little dizzy. Maybe a slight concussion. But I don't care." He smiled at her. "All that matters is to have you here. I missed you so much, that hurt much more. I thought my heart was breaking, sometimes I could even breathe. I thought I'd lost you for good."
Suddenly Max started to tremble, at first he thought she had a seizure, but then he noticed that she was crying.
"They tortured me, I didn't want to tell them who you were, and they told me I'd never see you again, that they'd killed you. I couldn't bear that thought, it was all my fault. I brought you to this."
"It's OK, Max. It's over now." They lay on the floor, not wanting to let go off each other, afraid that they would wake up and discover it was just a dream.
**
"Logan!!??" The door was slammed shut behind someone. "Where are you?"
"Cindy?" Max let go off Logan.
"Yeah, she's checking on me all the time."
The young woman walked into the room and stopped in the doorway. Her voice was toneless. "Oh my god, Max." She rushed forward and hugged the other girl tight, not really believing that was real.
Then her gaze fell on Logan who was still sprawled on the floor at the exact same spot where he'd fallen out of his chair a couple of hours ago.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, all is fine. But could you girls please help me over to the sofa?"
Max cradled Logan in her arms while Original Cindy adjusted the cushions on the sofa.
"Are you in pain?"
"My lip feels like it's swollen and my head is killing me. But that will be Ok soon."
He refused to let Max's hand go, so Cindy went to get a wet towel. Then she watched her friend tend Logan's injuries. It was such a scene of love that she decided to leave.
"Listen, you owe me an explanation as soon as the two of you can let go off each other. For now I'll leave you alone. You probably have to catch up." She grinned and got up. "Sleep tight, Logan. And Max, let him get some rest, for all I know he hasn't slept in weeks."
Max nodded and followed her to the door.
"Thanks for taking care. I love you."
"I love you too, boo. I'm so glad you are back, I missed you."
They held each other tight for a long moment before OC left and Max returned to Logan who was trapped on the sofa. His eyes were half-closed, but he was struggling to stay awake.
"I thought I'd never see you again. I love you so much, Max."
"I love you too. More than I ever thought possible."
"Can you get me that box again?"
Max stood up and brought him the box. He opened it with slightly shaking hands and searched a little. "Close your eyes, Max."
He put the box aside and held out a hand. "Ok." A small silver ring danced in front of Max's face when she opened her eyes again.
"Max Guevara. I can't imagine being without you ever again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
"Oh my god. Yes, I will marry you. I love you so much!"
He put the ring on her finger, embraced her tight and kissed her passionately.
Finally everything was good again.
THE END
**
Ok, I hope you liked it a bit, I know it's pure romantic fluff. And I hope there are not too many spelling and grammar mistakes. But English isn't my first language. Review!!!
Another kick in his stomach followed, high enough for him to feel the pain.
"Give me one minute, Max. Let me explain..." He groaned, she knew how to hurt him. But he fought against the thought that this was the woman he loved, that was NOT her. His Max was buried beneath this soldier, and he had to try to find her before it was too late. If only he had an idea how he could do that, this woman didn't even want to listen.
Logan took a deep breath and winced at the pain that caused, then he helplessly looked up. For the first time, and only for the split of a second their eyes met, and he thought to have seen something familiar there. Maybe there was hope.
**
Max, who was now kneeling in front of her victim looked into the soft blue eyes for the first time, and something made her hesitate. A warm feeling rose from the pit of her stomach. She didn't understand that nor could she place it or the way that guy looked at her. There was no fear for his own life in his eyes, there was something else, and it felt familiar. And somehow she let his words sink in, and something made her listen.
"What?"
"You're not a killing machine. Max, you are a human being and they just tricked you into believing something else. Please, try to remember. I know it's hard, but I know that it's still in you. You can't have forgotten about everything we went through."
He saw the change in her expression, it was not recognition, but it was doubt, fear, confusion. Now she might be willing to listen.
"You broke into my apartment almost two years ago, do you remember Bast?"
"The goddess..." Her voice was harsh.
"Right." He struggled to sit up a bit more, but Max tensed again. "Don't move."
"I can't go anywhere, Max." He saw blood dripping from his face, falling onto his crumbled gray sweatshirt and he felt an intense headache build in the back of his head. "I just need a piece of cloths. Please."
But Max didn't move, so he dismissed the idea.
"Have a look around, Max. Doesn't that all seem familiar to you?" He watched her stand up, scanning the room. He felt like he'd have to throw up any minute, the world was spinning slightly.
"Don't you remember all the evenings..." He heard his own voice tremble.
"Cut it out! You're just trying to talk me into something so you can safe your sorry ass!!" She pointed the gun at his sleeve.
"You can kill me, I don't care. My life's not worth living without you, anyway."
"I've never heard that much crap!" Her voice was dripping with hate and that hurt him even more than the kicks he had endured earlier.
"Manticore did that to you, Max. You've fought your entire life to get away from the darkness, don't let it catch up with you. You have moves." He tried to make her remember, tried to use the exact same words he'd used before, maybe that way he could switch the light bulb. But it was getting harder and harder to form coherent thoughts, blackness theatened to engulf him. If he allowed that to happen, he'd lose her forever. So he fought the weariness and dizziness, focussing on Max.
"Go over to the desk, please, and look into the small box." Something in his weak and whispered voice made her trust him. Eyeing him suspiciously she sneaked over to the desk.
Slowly she opened the box and retrieved an amulet. Her voice was barely a whisper. "You mother's locket..."
She turned towards Logan, tears in her eyes. "Oh my god, Logan. I'm sorry."
The locket fell onto the floor along with her gun when she rushed back to him and kneeled down. She hesitated, too afraid he would hate her for what she had just done to him.
"It's Ok, Max. It's not your fault." He smiled weakly and held out his hand. The barrier broke down and she fell into his arms, weeping freely.
"I nearly killed you, oh my god. I nearly killed you."
"Shhh, it's Ok. I'm fine, you didn't do it, that's all that matters."
"But I hurt you." Finally she noticed the blood on her hands. "Are you ok?" She leaned back so she could observe him better.
"A little dizzy. Maybe a slight concussion. But I don't care." He smiled at her. "All that matters is to have you here. I missed you so much, that hurt much more. I thought my heart was breaking, sometimes I could even breathe. I thought I'd lost you for good."
Suddenly Max started to tremble, at first he thought she had a seizure, but then he noticed that she was crying.
"They tortured me, I didn't want to tell them who you were, and they told me I'd never see you again, that they'd killed you. I couldn't bear that thought, it was all my fault. I brought you to this."
"It's OK, Max. It's over now." They lay on the floor, not wanting to let go off each other, afraid that they would wake up and discover it was just a dream.
**
"Logan!!??" The door was slammed shut behind someone. "Where are you?"
"Cindy?" Max let go off Logan.
"Yeah, she's checking on me all the time."
The young woman walked into the room and stopped in the doorway. Her voice was toneless. "Oh my god, Max." She rushed forward and hugged the other girl tight, not really believing that was real.
Then her gaze fell on Logan who was still sprawled on the floor at the exact same spot where he'd fallen out of his chair a couple of hours ago.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, all is fine. But could you girls please help me over to the sofa?"
Max cradled Logan in her arms while Original Cindy adjusted the cushions on the sofa.
"Are you in pain?"
"My lip feels like it's swollen and my head is killing me. But that will be Ok soon."
He refused to let Max's hand go, so Cindy went to get a wet towel. Then she watched her friend tend Logan's injuries. It was such a scene of love that she decided to leave.
"Listen, you owe me an explanation as soon as the two of you can let go off each other. For now I'll leave you alone. You probably have to catch up." She grinned and got up. "Sleep tight, Logan. And Max, let him get some rest, for all I know he hasn't slept in weeks."
Max nodded and followed her to the door.
"Thanks for taking care. I love you."
"I love you too, boo. I'm so glad you are back, I missed you."
They held each other tight for a long moment before OC left and Max returned to Logan who was trapped on the sofa. His eyes were half-closed, but he was struggling to stay awake.
"I thought I'd never see you again. I love you so much, Max."
"I love you too. More than I ever thought possible."
"Can you get me that box again?"
Max stood up and brought him the box. He opened it with slightly shaking hands and searched a little. "Close your eyes, Max."
He put the box aside and held out a hand. "Ok." A small silver ring danced in front of Max's face when she opened her eyes again.
"Max Guevara. I can't imagine being without you ever again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
"Oh my god. Yes, I will marry you. I love you so much!"
He put the ring on her finger, embraced her tight and kissed her passionately.
Finally everything was good again.
THE END
**
Ok, I hope you liked it a bit, I know it's pure romantic fluff. And I hope there are not too many spelling and grammar mistakes. But English isn't my first language. Review!!!