Dreams – Logan
A/N: No, this wasn't written on a bus, but something told me that since we heard from Max, Logan should have a say as well. Thanks to Alaidh for the beta.
She came over at some point last night, and fell asleep on my couch. It's been the first time she's done that since… well…
It's been a long time.
I slowly move into the living room to watch her, cringing at the squeak of my tires, certain that the slight noise will trip those keen feline senses of hers.
She doesn't move.
She lies as still as death. It makes my heart stop beating for a few seconds as the random thought crosses my mind that she could be dead. After all, she was dead once. But I spot the faint rise and fall of her chest, and I can breathe easily.
I wonder what she dreams?
To see her lie there, so still, you would think she is at peace. But I only have to look at her face to know that's not true. There is a faint crease between her eyebrows, and a frown mars her beautiful features. She looks so old… and tired.
I wonder what worries her? There is so much pain in her life right now that it could be anything. It could be Zack, who can never be her brother again. It could be the transgenics, who seem to show up on her doorstep weekly. It could be that maniac White, who is hell-bent on making Max his personal vendetta.
It couldn't be us, could it?
I mean, there must be something to our relationship besides hurt. One moment. One touch.
My hands feel like they they're burning as I struggle not to reach out and smooth away that line of worry between her eyes… to caress away all the hurts and pain and nightmares. To just hold her…
I turn away from the dream, my dream, and turn back to the reality. I make
coffee, get the paper, and wait for her to wake.
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