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A/N: Thanks to all the people who reviewed! And also to the people who told me about the unsigned review thing. Sorry about that guys, I didn't know! Your reviews really spurred me on, and I hop e you Like the chapter! I worked really hard so I could get it out quickly.
And to Munchie, Logan is in the wheelchair. Sorry for the confusion! I haven't watched Dark Angel for ages
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Rough Night
Max tossed in her bed, shaking uncontrollably in her sleep. Images flooded her mind, Manticore, Eve, Logan, all were there, vividly imprinting themselves into her brain. Beads of Sweat formed on her forehead as she tried to forget the nightmares of her past, but she couldn't seem to wake up. They ran across her memory like wild horses across the desert, searching, waiting. Each seemed to scare her more than the last. Herself seizing badly, dragged along by soldiers. Being whipped by Lydecker. Eve dying in her arms. Then the last was not even a memory, just a fear, one so powerful that she woke up screaming: Logan, lying dead before her eyes.
She jumped up, her mind racing. She lost all control of her body and mentality as the picture burned fresh in her mind. She couldn't think, couldn't even see it as a dream. It had been so real. Max could almost smell his blood(courtesy of her shark DNA), she could almost feel his pain in her heart. She scanned around the room, her body on autopilot, pulled some clothes on and headed for the apartment door. She flew down the stairs, into the cool night air, and onto her bike. She turned the ignition and the bike jumped to life, soon speeding down the deserted streets to Logan's apartment. She could barely focus on her driving. The only thing that mattered now was getting to Logan's, to make sure he was all right. She couldn't lose him, she just couldn't.
Arriving at the Penthouse, Max picked the lock and ran straight into his room, coming to an abrupt stop beside his bed. He lay there sleeping. Max breathed an intense sigh of relief and spent the next few minutes watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. He looked so peaceful. A manifestation of everything good in her life. Tears sprang to her eyes. What would she do without him? He was so much a part of her life now, so much a part of her. If she lost him -
Logan stirred. He though he'd just seen Max. Which was Stupid of course, probably just a dream. But a good one. He rolled over, trying to sleep and recover the lost dream, but he was interrupted by the sound of someone sobbing next to him. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Maybe he wa still in the dream after all. Max was kneeling next to the bed, crying like she'd lost everything in the world. His breath caught in his throat. She looked so sad, so fragile at that moment that he didn't even question the fact that she was there, or how she'd gotten in, but lent over the side of the bed and held her. He couldn't stand to see her so sad. So helpless.
"Maxie, what's wrong?" he murmured into her hair.
She just cried harder, squeezing him just that little bit tighter. He pulled her up onto the bed, wiping her tears away like she was five years old again. His face twisted in pain. This was the woman he loved so much, to see her so sad was like having a knife twist into his heart. He kissed her on the forehead, not daring to do anything more, and asked again:
"Max, what's wrong? Did something happen? Are you all right?"
She hiccupped, dried away her tears and whispered. "Don't leave me" Then the tears spilled over once again. He lay her down into the covers of the warm bed and slipped in next to her, hugging her close to him.
"Don't worry. I will always be here."
******
Max awoke with a start, grabbing automatically at Logan. She let out a breath. He was still there. But why the hell had she woken up so suddenly? Max looked around, but nothing jumped out of the shadows. 'Get a grip, Max.' she told herself 'What is up with me lately?' Moving to a comfortable position, Max was ready to go back to sleep when she heard a rustle outside the window. She stopped and listened intently for a few seconds. Aha! So she hadn't woken up for nothing! As quietly as a mouse, she crept out of bed and over to the door. Logan stirred at the sudden loss of warmth on his right side, but didn't wake. Max slid along the wall silently, her whole body tensed and ready to fight. She moved out onto the balcony, and waited, listening. The rustling sounded again, louder, but she wouldn't have heard it if she weren't an X-5. 'This is one smart little cookie' she thought as she listened. Sounded like he was in one of the oak trees that grew up past Logan's bedroom door. She listened for a sign that he knew she was there. None came. With one smooth and controlled leap she sprang into the nearby tree, taking their 'stalker' by surprise. He flipped her off his back and down to the ground, or rather, he tried to, but Max grabbed his ankle at the last second and they both fell to the grassy clearing below. Max was up first, all her military training rushing back to her. She kicked him in the stomach as he got up, sending him flying another six feet. 'Man that guy was fast!' he was up and fighting once again, and this time Max was the one flying, due to a well placed kick in the ribs. Breathing heavily, she moved and grabbed him round the neck. He struggled, almost breaking her grip.
"Who the hell are you!" Max struggled to keep him in her grasp but failed as he elbowed her in the stomach. His answer was a punch to her cheek.
"Damn you!" Max swore as she rubbed her cheek. She punched out at the guy, but he was too fast and blocked her. She kept coming at him, faster and harder, and he did the same to her. Manticore training compelled her to search his face over for any clue of who he was, but it was a wasted effort. He was wearing a beanie and ski mask, she couldn't even tell the colour of his hair! Furiously she bent around, trying to remove his mask, but he blocked her every time. Each punch was precise and accurate. With a final blow he sent her to the ground, and ran off with great speed into the night.
Max picked herself off the ground and followed. The intruder tore through the streets, Max hot on his heels. He may be fast, but so was she. She could hear both their feet pounding on the sidewalk steadily, like a drumbeat, and she ran on, desperate to find out who her attacker was. Why the hell was he spying on Logan? Or was it her he was after? Her dream flashed back into her head, scaring her, but not once did her feet stop pounding the pavement. Number one rule at Manticore: Never let fear get in the way of your training. And after all these years she had never disobeyed that rule. She was closing in on him now, her arms could almost touch him. Almost - almost....gotcha! Max brought him down and they rolled along the sidewalk, Max locking her arms around his throat and abdomen.
"Who the hell are you, you son of a bitch!"
The guy brought his face up level with hers and hissed, punching her in the nose as he did. This brought Max of guard, and he struggled free, leaving her lying sore and bleeding on the street. Shit. There was no way she could get back to Logan's like this. She'd have to call a taxi. Standing up slowing, and checking for broken bones, she walked, a little wobbly, over to the street corner, hailing the closest taxi. He was only then that she realised that, although he had had plenty of opportunities, the man had never hurt her fatally. She touched her cheek and groaned. It didn't matter anyway. He might just like to play with his prey before killing it, like a cat and mouse. Either way, it had still been one rough night.
A/N: OK guys, that was pretty short, even shorter than the others, but hey, I tried. Hope you liked it, and of course, REVEIW!
A/N: Thanks to all the people who reviewed! And also to the people who told me about the unsigned review thing. Sorry about that guys, I didn't know! Your reviews really spurred me on, and I hop e you Like the chapter! I worked really hard so I could get it out quickly.
And to Munchie, Logan is in the wheelchair. Sorry for the confusion! I haven't watched Dark Angel for ages
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Rough Night
Max tossed in her bed, shaking uncontrollably in her sleep. Images flooded her mind, Manticore, Eve, Logan, all were there, vividly imprinting themselves into her brain. Beads of Sweat formed on her forehead as she tried to forget the nightmares of her past, but she couldn't seem to wake up. They ran across her memory like wild horses across the desert, searching, waiting. Each seemed to scare her more than the last. Herself seizing badly, dragged along by soldiers. Being whipped by Lydecker. Eve dying in her arms. Then the last was not even a memory, just a fear, one so powerful that she woke up screaming: Logan, lying dead before her eyes.
She jumped up, her mind racing. She lost all control of her body and mentality as the picture burned fresh in her mind. She couldn't think, couldn't even see it as a dream. It had been so real. Max could almost smell his blood(courtesy of her shark DNA), she could almost feel his pain in her heart. She scanned around the room, her body on autopilot, pulled some clothes on and headed for the apartment door. She flew down the stairs, into the cool night air, and onto her bike. She turned the ignition and the bike jumped to life, soon speeding down the deserted streets to Logan's apartment. She could barely focus on her driving. The only thing that mattered now was getting to Logan's, to make sure he was all right. She couldn't lose him, she just couldn't.
Arriving at the Penthouse, Max picked the lock and ran straight into his room, coming to an abrupt stop beside his bed. He lay there sleeping. Max breathed an intense sigh of relief and spent the next few minutes watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. He looked so peaceful. A manifestation of everything good in her life. Tears sprang to her eyes. What would she do without him? He was so much a part of her life now, so much a part of her. If she lost him -
Logan stirred. He though he'd just seen Max. Which was Stupid of course, probably just a dream. But a good one. He rolled over, trying to sleep and recover the lost dream, but he was interrupted by the sound of someone sobbing next to him. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Maybe he wa still in the dream after all. Max was kneeling next to the bed, crying like she'd lost everything in the world. His breath caught in his throat. She looked so sad, so fragile at that moment that he didn't even question the fact that she was there, or how she'd gotten in, but lent over the side of the bed and held her. He couldn't stand to see her so sad. So helpless.
"Maxie, what's wrong?" he murmured into her hair.
She just cried harder, squeezing him just that little bit tighter. He pulled her up onto the bed, wiping her tears away like she was five years old again. His face twisted in pain. This was the woman he loved so much, to see her so sad was like having a knife twist into his heart. He kissed her on the forehead, not daring to do anything more, and asked again:
"Max, what's wrong? Did something happen? Are you all right?"
She hiccupped, dried away her tears and whispered. "Don't leave me" Then the tears spilled over once again. He lay her down into the covers of the warm bed and slipped in next to her, hugging her close to him.
"Don't worry. I will always be here."
******
Max awoke with a start, grabbing automatically at Logan. She let out a breath. He was still there. But why the hell had she woken up so suddenly? Max looked around, but nothing jumped out of the shadows. 'Get a grip, Max.' she told herself 'What is up with me lately?' Moving to a comfortable position, Max was ready to go back to sleep when she heard a rustle outside the window. She stopped and listened intently for a few seconds. Aha! So she hadn't woken up for nothing! As quietly as a mouse, she crept out of bed and over to the door. Logan stirred at the sudden loss of warmth on his right side, but didn't wake. Max slid along the wall silently, her whole body tensed and ready to fight. She moved out onto the balcony, and waited, listening. The rustling sounded again, louder, but she wouldn't have heard it if she weren't an X-5. 'This is one smart little cookie' she thought as she listened. Sounded like he was in one of the oak trees that grew up past Logan's bedroom door. She listened for a sign that he knew she was there. None came. With one smooth and controlled leap she sprang into the nearby tree, taking their 'stalker' by surprise. He flipped her off his back and down to the ground, or rather, he tried to, but Max grabbed his ankle at the last second and they both fell to the grassy clearing below. Max was up first, all her military training rushing back to her. She kicked him in the stomach as he got up, sending him flying another six feet. 'Man that guy was fast!' he was up and fighting once again, and this time Max was the one flying, due to a well placed kick in the ribs. Breathing heavily, she moved and grabbed him round the neck. He struggled, almost breaking her grip.
"Who the hell are you!" Max struggled to keep him in her grasp but failed as he elbowed her in the stomach. His answer was a punch to her cheek.
"Damn you!" Max swore as she rubbed her cheek. She punched out at the guy, but he was too fast and blocked her. She kept coming at him, faster and harder, and he did the same to her. Manticore training compelled her to search his face over for any clue of who he was, but it was a wasted effort. He was wearing a beanie and ski mask, she couldn't even tell the colour of his hair! Furiously she bent around, trying to remove his mask, but he blocked her every time. Each punch was precise and accurate. With a final blow he sent her to the ground, and ran off with great speed into the night.
Max picked herself off the ground and followed. The intruder tore through the streets, Max hot on his heels. He may be fast, but so was she. She could hear both their feet pounding on the sidewalk steadily, like a drumbeat, and she ran on, desperate to find out who her attacker was. Why the hell was he spying on Logan? Or was it her he was after? Her dream flashed back into her head, scaring her, but not once did her feet stop pounding the pavement. Number one rule at Manticore: Never let fear get in the way of your training. And after all these years she had never disobeyed that rule. She was closing in on him now, her arms could almost touch him. Almost - almost....gotcha! Max brought him down and they rolled along the sidewalk, Max locking her arms around his throat and abdomen.
"Who the hell are you, you son of a bitch!"
The guy brought his face up level with hers and hissed, punching her in the nose as he did. This brought Max of guard, and he struggled free, leaving her lying sore and bleeding on the street. Shit. There was no way she could get back to Logan's like this. She'd have to call a taxi. Standing up slowing, and checking for broken bones, she walked, a little wobbly, over to the street corner, hailing the closest taxi. He was only then that she realised that, although he had had plenty of opportunities, the man had never hurt her fatally. She touched her cheek and groaned. It didn't matter anyway. He might just like to play with his prey before killing it, like a cat and mouse. Either way, it had still been one rough night.
A/N: OK guys, that was pretty short, even shorter than the others, but hey, I tried. Hope you liked it, and of course, REVEIW!