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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews guys! Also, I realise i haven't told you when it is set. (Thanks to the people who pointed that out!) It is set in the first series sometime. I'm not exactly sure when, but Logan and Max haven't 'declared their feelings' Does that help? Anyway, on with the story!
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Chapterfour
Logan stirred and opened his eyes, only to close them as the sunlight blinded him. It was morning. He reached over for Max, but found that she was gone. GONE! He sat up quickly and his eyes searched the room. She wasn't there. He listened. Didn't sound like she was in the kitchen either. But he got up to check anyway. Nope she wasn't there. So he tried the bathroom, the balcony and the spare bedroom, just in case she hadn't been comfortable sharing with him. But no such luck. 'Looks like she's taken off' he thought to himself. He gave a slight and bitter laugh. He should of known. She wouldn't have stuck around just to see him wake up. He didn't matter that much to her. He wasn't thought of that way. Still, it didn't make it any easier. The least she could have done was left a note. After all, he had woken up in the middle of the night to share his bed with her. Not that that was a chore, but still. Logan slumped. No matter how angry or depressed he was, no matter how many times he wanted to scream to her that he loved her, it wouldn't change a thing. The long and short of it was, she didn't love him. Plain and simple. Who could blame her? There she was, practically the most amazing woman to ever live, and then there was him. A guy in a wheel chair. He didn't deserve her. He'd get over it. But why the hell was it so damn hard?
He picked up a small statue and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter into a thousand little pieces across the floor. He laughed again, bitterly but sadly. That was his life. If the statue had been a whole and beautiful life, then his was just a shattered piece on the floor. He thought about this for a moment. Sometimes he wondered if he could keep going like this. 'Can I take this any longer?' he thought? ' Can i watch the woman I love walk out that door every bloody day and still live?' He didn't see how he could. He would die of a broken heart.
He rolled over to the bar and poured himself a whisky. It was early in the morning, but it didn't matter. He just needed the pain to go away. He drained the glass without a breath. But it wasn't enough. He grabbed the bottle 'Maybe this will help' Maybe it would make it go away.
The door burst open. A guy, who looked very much like a cabbie, stood there supporting a young woman. Max. Logan's eyes widened and he dropped the bottle onto the couch, racing over to them as fast as his chair could carry him.
"What happened?" he exploded. Max just stood there, slumped. She looked lifeless. Was she..."
"She's alive." The cabbie replied, unconcerned. "I found her on a street corner, It looks like some one got her good"
"Oh my god" Max? Beaten up?!? He doubted that she had ever lost a fight before.
"Yeah, Looked pretty terrible she did. Only had time to mumble the address before she passed out. Poor kid" he added insincerely.
Logan couldn't believe it. When had this happened? Why hadn't she...the cabbie was talking again.
"...anyhoo, I brought her back. And she didn't have any money on her, so if you wouldn't mind..." he rubbed two of the fingers on his free hand together.
"Yeah, sure..." Logan didn't even look at him, just shoved some notes into his hand. He looked around, addressing the problem of how he could get her in. He decided to ask the cabbie. "Could you put her on the couch?"
The cabbie nodded. "Sure thing, mate"
He put the unconscious Max onto the couch and tipped his cap as he walked out. Logan closed the door behind him. He knelt over Max. Her nose was bleeding, and her shirt was soaked in blood in several places. He lifted it up slightly. Her ribs and stomach were bruised badly.
"Max..." he whispered through gritted teeth. "If I ever find out who did this to you....."
He trailed off. You DID do this to her? You COULD? Not many people. Unless they were from Manticore. His thoughts turned to the day before, when Max had unconcernedly dismissed her 'theif'
Was some one following her? He heard her groan and his head jerked towards her. She didn't wake. He turned around and gently stroked her head, pushing her hair out of her eyes. He saw the patches of red on her shirt were growing. 'Better get her some bandages' he thought. Before leaving the room, however, he kissed her on the head. She smiled in her sleep. He smiled back at her. On the way out, he noticed the bottle of whisky on the end of the couch. Picking it up, he threw it in the nearest bin. He now knew why he could live like this. Because Max needed him.
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Max woke up, automatically on alert. Then she relaxed as she saw the familiar carpet. 'Just Logan's apartment' she thought, smiling. She knew he'd take her in. She wouldn't have been able to pay her own cab fair.
"Max! Your awake!"
She looked up. It seemed like Logan had been waiting for her to get up, and had fallen asleep in the process.
"Hey" she jerked her head up, and pain shot through her. She lay back down quickly. Shit " OK, that hurt" she struggled to smile but it was too much effort. She looked down at her body and saw that her shirt had been removed, and she was covered in bandages up to her bra. In spite of her injuries her eyebrows raised. Logan must've had a hard time doing that!
"Uh, thanks for the bandages" she said as casually as possible.
Logan only blushed slightly, but said in his normal voice "No problem. I hope they help. Are they uncomfortable?"
"No, they're fine." Max struggled to sit up, ignoring the pain that ran through her body.
"Hey! Lie down, you need to rest."
"No, I'm fine. Really" she added, watching his slightly disapproving face. I've had worse than this back at Manticore."
"Alright then" he said, not quite believing her. "Lets talk about who attacked you. Did you recognise them?"
"No. He was wearing a mask. And a beanie."
Logan looked at her sharply "Do you think he was from Manticore?"
"I don't know" Max looked blank. "He was really fast, and really strong, but he hadn't tried to kill me."
"I mean, he did beat me up pretty bad, but if he hadn't I would've killed him." She said thinking hard. "And I think he was trying to knock me out."
Logan frowned "So do you think he's good or bad"
Max shrugged, getting bored with the subject. "Don't know."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"You want some dinner?" Logan asked after a while
"It it dinner time already?!?" Max couldn't believe she'd been out so long.
Logan just smirked. "Yeah. Several hours ago.
Max looked incredulous. "Really? What time is it now?"
" 11:00pm!"
Max moved to punch him playfully in the arm, but the pain was too much. She gasped and drew back her arm. Logan's expression turned from playful to worried.
"Are you all right?"
Max smiled weakly, "Yeah. Just a little bruised. No biggie."
Logan smiled and went out the room. Max could hear him humming away in the kitchen. God, he had a really bad singing voice. But she didn't mind. All that mattered to her was that he was, well alive. And so was she.
Logan came back in with some dinner, which she pretty much enhaled. She worried a little about what Logan thought of that, but hey, they were friends. He probably expected it of her. When she was finished, Logan took the plate and got her some pyjamas. (Which just so happened to be an old shirt of his) He turned to leave the room so she could get changed.
"Logan."
She said his name quite pointedly. He wondered if he had forgotten something.
"Yeah Max?"
"Um...I need help getting changed" she said it as a matter-a-factually as possible.
Logan coloured slightly, and jerked his head up. "Oh right. Of course, sorry."
He walked back over to her and helped her to change, pulling the t - shirt over her head, and unbuttoning her jeans as gentlemanly as possible. Max smiled inwardly. She could almost taste his embarrassment. It was over soon enough, however, and he smiled at her.
"Do you think you can walk to the bedroom?" he asked her
"Yeah I think so" she struggled to sit up. "Yeah, it'll be fine"
Now, here came the moment of truth "Do you want the spare bedroom?"
Max smirked. Poor guy, probably wanted his bed back. Oh well, she would live.
"Yeah, thats great. Night Logan"
"Night Max" She got up and hobbled over to the room and shut the door. Logan watched her leave, feeling very sorry that he had given her a choice.
A/N: Sorry, it wasn't supposed to be THAT shippy. But shippy's not bad. Oh well, action in the next one, I promise!
Wow! I just realised I posted two chapters in one day! And I wrote this one in one day too. I am soooo Proud. Remember, review and tell me if you like it. If you don't, review anyway!
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews guys! Also, I realise i haven't told you when it is set. (Thanks to the people who pointed that out!) It is set in the first series sometime. I'm not exactly sure when, but Logan and Max haven't 'declared their feelings' Does that help? Anyway, on with the story!
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Chapterfour
Logan stirred and opened his eyes, only to close them as the sunlight blinded him. It was morning. He reached over for Max, but found that she was gone. GONE! He sat up quickly and his eyes searched the room. She wasn't there. He listened. Didn't sound like she was in the kitchen either. But he got up to check anyway. Nope she wasn't there. So he tried the bathroom, the balcony and the spare bedroom, just in case she hadn't been comfortable sharing with him. But no such luck. 'Looks like she's taken off' he thought to himself. He gave a slight and bitter laugh. He should of known. She wouldn't have stuck around just to see him wake up. He didn't matter that much to her. He wasn't thought of that way. Still, it didn't make it any easier. The least she could have done was left a note. After all, he had woken up in the middle of the night to share his bed with her. Not that that was a chore, but still. Logan slumped. No matter how angry or depressed he was, no matter how many times he wanted to scream to her that he loved her, it wouldn't change a thing. The long and short of it was, she didn't love him. Plain and simple. Who could blame her? There she was, practically the most amazing woman to ever live, and then there was him. A guy in a wheel chair. He didn't deserve her. He'd get over it. But why the hell was it so damn hard?
He picked up a small statue and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter into a thousand little pieces across the floor. He laughed again, bitterly but sadly. That was his life. If the statue had been a whole and beautiful life, then his was just a shattered piece on the floor. He thought about this for a moment. Sometimes he wondered if he could keep going like this. 'Can I take this any longer?' he thought? ' Can i watch the woman I love walk out that door every bloody day and still live?' He didn't see how he could. He would die of a broken heart.
He rolled over to the bar and poured himself a whisky. It was early in the morning, but it didn't matter. He just needed the pain to go away. He drained the glass without a breath. But it wasn't enough. He grabbed the bottle 'Maybe this will help' Maybe it would make it go away.
The door burst open. A guy, who looked very much like a cabbie, stood there supporting a young woman. Max. Logan's eyes widened and he dropped the bottle onto the couch, racing over to them as fast as his chair could carry him.
"What happened?" he exploded. Max just stood there, slumped. She looked lifeless. Was she..."
"She's alive." The cabbie replied, unconcerned. "I found her on a street corner, It looks like some one got her good"
"Oh my god" Max? Beaten up?!? He doubted that she had ever lost a fight before.
"Yeah, Looked pretty terrible she did. Only had time to mumble the address before she passed out. Poor kid" he added insincerely.
Logan couldn't believe it. When had this happened? Why hadn't she...the cabbie was talking again.
"...anyhoo, I brought her back. And she didn't have any money on her, so if you wouldn't mind..." he rubbed two of the fingers on his free hand together.
"Yeah, sure..." Logan didn't even look at him, just shoved some notes into his hand. He looked around, addressing the problem of how he could get her in. He decided to ask the cabbie. "Could you put her on the couch?"
The cabbie nodded. "Sure thing, mate"
He put the unconscious Max onto the couch and tipped his cap as he walked out. Logan closed the door behind him. He knelt over Max. Her nose was bleeding, and her shirt was soaked in blood in several places. He lifted it up slightly. Her ribs and stomach were bruised badly.
"Max..." he whispered through gritted teeth. "If I ever find out who did this to you....."
He trailed off. You DID do this to her? You COULD? Not many people. Unless they were from Manticore. His thoughts turned to the day before, when Max had unconcernedly dismissed her 'theif'
Was some one following her? He heard her groan and his head jerked towards her. She didn't wake. He turned around and gently stroked her head, pushing her hair out of her eyes. He saw the patches of red on her shirt were growing. 'Better get her some bandages' he thought. Before leaving the room, however, he kissed her on the head. She smiled in her sleep. He smiled back at her. On the way out, he noticed the bottle of whisky on the end of the couch. Picking it up, he threw it in the nearest bin. He now knew why he could live like this. Because Max needed him.
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Max woke up, automatically on alert. Then she relaxed as she saw the familiar carpet. 'Just Logan's apartment' she thought, smiling. She knew he'd take her in. She wouldn't have been able to pay her own cab fair.
"Max! Your awake!"
She looked up. It seemed like Logan had been waiting for her to get up, and had fallen asleep in the process.
"Hey" she jerked her head up, and pain shot through her. She lay back down quickly. Shit " OK, that hurt" she struggled to smile but it was too much effort. She looked down at her body and saw that her shirt had been removed, and she was covered in bandages up to her bra. In spite of her injuries her eyebrows raised. Logan must've had a hard time doing that!
"Uh, thanks for the bandages" she said as casually as possible.
Logan only blushed slightly, but said in his normal voice "No problem. I hope they help. Are they uncomfortable?"
"No, they're fine." Max struggled to sit up, ignoring the pain that ran through her body.
"Hey! Lie down, you need to rest."
"No, I'm fine. Really" she added, watching his slightly disapproving face. I've had worse than this back at Manticore."
"Alright then" he said, not quite believing her. "Lets talk about who attacked you. Did you recognise them?"
"No. He was wearing a mask. And a beanie."
Logan looked at her sharply "Do you think he was from Manticore?"
"I don't know" Max looked blank. "He was really fast, and really strong, but he hadn't tried to kill me."
"I mean, he did beat me up pretty bad, but if he hadn't I would've killed him." She said thinking hard. "And I think he was trying to knock me out."
Logan frowned "So do you think he's good or bad"
Max shrugged, getting bored with the subject. "Don't know."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"You want some dinner?" Logan asked after a while
"It it dinner time already?!?" Max couldn't believe she'd been out so long.
Logan just smirked. "Yeah. Several hours ago.
Max looked incredulous. "Really? What time is it now?"
" 11:00pm!"
Max moved to punch him playfully in the arm, but the pain was too much. She gasped and drew back her arm. Logan's expression turned from playful to worried.
"Are you all right?"
Max smiled weakly, "Yeah. Just a little bruised. No biggie."
Logan smiled and went out the room. Max could hear him humming away in the kitchen. God, he had a really bad singing voice. But she didn't mind. All that mattered to her was that he was, well alive. And so was she.
Logan came back in with some dinner, which she pretty much enhaled. She worried a little about what Logan thought of that, but hey, they were friends. He probably expected it of her. When she was finished, Logan took the plate and got her some pyjamas. (Which just so happened to be an old shirt of his) He turned to leave the room so she could get changed.
"Logan."
She said his name quite pointedly. He wondered if he had forgotten something.
"Yeah Max?"
"Um...I need help getting changed" she said it as a matter-a-factually as possible.
Logan coloured slightly, and jerked his head up. "Oh right. Of course, sorry."
He walked back over to her and helped her to change, pulling the t - shirt over her head, and unbuttoning her jeans as gentlemanly as possible. Max smiled inwardly. She could almost taste his embarrassment. It was over soon enough, however, and he smiled at her.
"Do you think you can walk to the bedroom?" he asked her
"Yeah I think so" she struggled to sit up. "Yeah, it'll be fine"
Now, here came the moment of truth "Do you want the spare bedroom?"
Max smirked. Poor guy, probably wanted his bed back. Oh well, she would live.
"Yeah, thats great. Night Logan"
"Night Max" She got up and hobbled over to the room and shut the door. Logan watched her leave, feeling very sorry that he had given her a choice.
A/N: Sorry, it wasn't supposed to be THAT shippy. But shippy's not bad. Oh well, action in the next one, I promise!
Wow! I just realised I posted two chapters in one day! And I wrote this one in one day too. I am soooo Proud. Remember, review and tell me if you like it. If you don't, review anyway!