Author Note: I just realised how deeply pathetic and depressing this story was. So I added this completely useless and fluff filled chapter. This story will probably have another chapter after this, which will contain: A miracle cure, Nuddity, and most assuredly some pitiful attempt to sweep the rubbish that was Season 2 under the rug, to be forgotten always.
Let me know what you think.
I was wrong and Putt-Putt GolfMax sat atop her Space Needle, and curled tightly against the chill wind that blew, looked out upon the blinking lights of the city far below.
Now, I'm alone. This sucks. I don't want to be alone, I want to be with Logan. I just don't want to kill him if I go near the poor guy.
Max sat there for quite a while, frustrated and fed up to a state of near tears. It really was a pain in the arse, to say the least, this damn virus. She had to go and apologise to Logan, tell him what was going on and how she felt about everything, after all that is where they had gone wrong last year. Maybe if she took a more affirmative approach things would work out for a change.
Might as well try, everything else has ended up in a big fat zero.
Logan sat at his computer, drinking Scotch in a deluded sate of denial as he searched the Internet. Nothing much caught his attention, until about his third glass, when he got stuck on the world's greatest and most significantly important game of Putt-Putt golf ever. Hole seven was a tuff one, and he was just lining up his shot when there was a knock at the door.
'Come on in, it's open,' he yelled rather cheerily. Maybe it was the alcohol? No, he must just be in a really good mood all of a sudden, he never got drunk.
'Logan it's me. Where are you?' a familiar female voice called.
'In here, but I'm doing something very important so tread quietly,' he replied loudly.
Surprised with the request, she made her way silently into the study where Logan was seated, his face a few inches from the screen.
'Logan what are-'
'Shhh, I'm concentrating,' he interrupted. Several seconds later a sound came from his speakers, which sounded distinctly like someone playing golf, followed shortly by Logan's whoop of joy.
'Yes, hole in one!' he shouted jumping up and filling his now empty glass. He stopped mid-pour when he saw her standing there, as if she had appeared out of thin air.
'Asha, what are you doing here?' he asked, his tone equal to his befuddled look.
'In the area, need to lay low for a few hours. Cool if I hang here for a bit?' she asked nervously. Ever since Max had returned, Logan had been less fun to be around for her. Sure, he was happier, but he was also less receptive of their usually comfortable conversations.
'Sure, no problems, you can help me out. The next hole is even harder,' Logan said, turning back to his screen.
'Ah, okay. Are you alright Logan?' she asked, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him. He didn't speak for a while, as he was too deeply entrenched with the game of golf on screen, his concentration so intense that his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth.
'Damn, missed,' he mumbled as Asha watched the little white ball bounce off various obstacles.
'I'm fine Asha. Why do you ask?' he replied, turning to look at her questioningly.
'Well, you're drunk for one, that seems to be a good enough reason for me to ask.'
Logan looked at her and blinked a few times.
'You're right, how rude of me. Asha, would you like a drink?' She stared at him for a few seconds, a drink? He's never offered me a drink before. I don't think there is anything wrong with two friends getting drunk together, and he seems to be wallowing in something. Best support him. Asha was a little unsure, but it didn't seem like too bad a way to pass the hours, and Logan did need some friendly support more now than ever, what with Max and that stupid virus.
'Ah, sure, thanks,' Asha replied.
Logan got up and fetched a glass, brought it back before filling it up and handing it to her. She took a sip, man this guy had taste. Sure it was strong, but it felt like velvet tickling down her throat until it landed in a warm pool in her empty stomach.
Oh dear.
One glass later, being of slight frame and empty stomach, Asha was giggling hysterically at the little white ball bouncing around the screen.
'Logan this is the best thing ever, I can't believe we haven't done it before,' she said, in awed amazement.
'I know. I haven't done it for so long I forgot how much fun it was, not to mention wet and sticky,' Logan said, making reference to several of the spills that had occurred during their enthusiasm.
'You know. I think I love you Logan,' Asha said suddenly.
'I love Max,' Logan said proudly, as if they were kids comparing their mum's cooking.
'Yeah, I know, but I'm still here if you change your mind,' Asha replied, laughing the whole while. She watched as his cursor moved towards the "Close" button of the game.
'Don't you dare get out yet, this is way too fun, and besides we haven't even finished off,' she said amazed.
'I wasn't going to, I just wanted to see your reaction,' Logan replied through fits of laughter.
Asha watched as Logan lined up another shot, taking painfully long to make it again.
'Do it faster,' she said.
'Okay, I'll try,' Logan complied, taking less time than usual, and managing to sink the ball.
'Would you look at that, it works,' he said, sounding rather surprised but pleased nonetheless.
'I told you it would be better,' Asha giggled, it was muffled however, as her glass was up to her mouth again.
Max was pacing in front of Logan's door, upset, shocked and ready to kill. The first sound she was greeted with when she alighted from the lift was the giggling of a woman. Max was about to head in and see why there was a woman in Logan's apartment giggling profusely until that woman started speaking.
'Logan, this is the best thing ever, I can't believe we haven't done it before.' Clearly the voice of a slightly inebriated Asha. Max tried not to think about it, but then Logan spoke and her world came crashing down.
'I know. I haven't done it for so long I forgot how much fun it was, not to mention wet and sticky.' Max cringed every time he said the word "it", which in her mind only meant one thing. A stake was driven sharply through Max's heart at the light and playfulness in Logan's tone, something she hadn't really heard before. Sure, he was undoubtedly drunk, but he still sounded happy. When Asha proclaimed her love for him Max's heart split in two. Only to be quickly sewn back together again by Logan's words, and the proud voice he said them in.
He loves me. I'm Max, she thought hopefully, but it still didn't explain why they were obviously having sex in his study. The conversation between the two went downhill after that, with Asha assuring Logan that she would be around for him if he changed his mind, then back to talking about the physically intimate moment they were sharing. Max was about to turn and walk away, when she remembered why she was there, she was facing her troubles with Logan now, not fleeing from them. She didn't, however, want to walk in on him and miss Pretty Blonde, doing thing's she'd only dreamed about with Logan, to Logan, in his study.
That was until the topic of faster and it being better that way, popped up.
The door burst wildly up in Max's rage.
'Get off him, his mine!' Max yelled, as she stormed into the study. Body, mind and eyes prepared for the shock she knew was about to come. And quite a shock it was when she found Logan and Asha sitting next to each other, with their heads turned around to look at who had made all the noise, in front of the computer screen, which had… Putt-Putt Golf? What the hell was going on?
'Fine, your turn then,' Logan said amiably, as he rolled back from the computer and gestured Max towards it, leaning over and grabbing his drink in the process. Max stood there motionless, staring between Logan, Asha and the golf game, which was sporting a far too cheerful tune.
'You want a drink, Max,' Logan asked after a small sip of his own. He looked happy, genuinely happy in her presences, something she hadn't seen for a long time.
Why the hell not, she thought.
'Yeah, that'd be nice.'
'Coming right up,' Logan announced loudly, and then went to fetch another glass from the kitchen. A few minutes later he came back, loudly clinking the ice in her glass.
'Because you are so special, you get ice,' Logan said affectionately as he placed the glass down and filled it up.
'Hey I'm special, why don't I get ice,' Asha whined playfully. Logan looked at her very seriously, as though weighing up his words and the best way to say them.
'Max is better, she is more special,' he finally said, looking at Max smiling. She snorted loudly in shock and smiled back. Looks like all of Logan's diplomatic skills went out the window after a few drinks. Asha suddenly burst out laughing, for no apparent reason.
'Yeah, I suppose. My life insurance must be worth about fifty bucks, Max is worth, like, billions, or trillions or something huge like that,' Asha said, taking another sip of her drink. Max shook her head in amusement.
'Psst,' Logan said quite loudly, trying to catch Max's attention. She looked at him, and smiled, he looked like a real doofus. He beckoned her closer and she tentatively lent towards him.
'Don't do anything stupid Logan,' she warned seriously. His face took on a very mock severe expression.
'I won't, I promise. I just have to tell you something, it's a secret.' Max's smile got bigger; this was becoming quite stupid fun.
'Okay,' she said, somewhat patronisingly as she lent closer to him, turning her head so her ear was nearer his mouth.
'You're prettier too, but I didn't want to say that, because girls are really sensitive about how they look and stuff,' he announced quietly, although probably not as quietly as he would have liked. Max's lips broke apart revealing her teeth in the biggest smile she had had since being taken back to Manticore.
'Hey I heard that,' Asha said grumpily, 'but I know. She's way prettier.' Max smiled; Asha wasn't too bad.
'It's your go Max,' Logan said suddenly, pointing to the computer.
'Right, I need a chair,' she announced happily, looking around somewhere to place herself.
'Oh, fine. You can have mine,' Logan said, feigning annoyance. He got up and shoved his chair so it rolled over to Max, then left the room in search of something else to sit on.
'Now to this golf thingy,' Max said to Asha who had been momentarily entranced by the repetitive music and a spot on the wall. Asha smiled and laughed a bit.
'It's really fun, except Logan takes forever to make a shot,' she informed. Max nodded and made a shot. Hole in one, and it wasn't that enthralling an experience.
'Looks like you need to be pretty faded to play this game,' Max announced after sinking another two hole in ones without much joy. Asha looked at her and laughed.
'It helps.' Followed by another fit of the giggles. Max downed her glass in one gulp.
'Wow, that's pretty impressive,' Asha said, noticing Max's drinking ability.
'Nah, us X-5's with our high metabolisms are really hard to get drunk. In fact, I've never even been drunk before,' Max stated, looking at the ice in her glass.
'Well there's a first time for everything,' Asha replied happily, seemingly enjoying the prospect of a challenge as she brought the bottle of Scotch around to pour another glass for Max. Max looked at the bottle a little wary at first, Ah what the hell? I'm at Logan's; nothing is going to happen here.
'Fill 'er up.' Max held out her glass.
'That' a girl,' Asha said happily, filling the glass up to the brim. She then put it back on the table and had a sip of her drink again.
'The man has taste in liquor.'
'Ya know,' Max replied enthusiastically, again sculling the glass in her hand. She lent over Asha and grabbed the bottle, filling her glass once more. She wasn't actually feeling any different as yet, but she had only had two glasses, so she needed more. Filling her glass again, she placed the considerably emptier bottle back on the table, and returned to the more common method of drinking Scotch, in sips instead of mouthfuls.
'So, how come you're here Asha?'
'I was in the Sector and I needed a place to lay low for a while, and Logan is the only one I know that lives here. He has a really nice place, doesn't he?' Asha explained, getting distracted and gazing around the apartment.
'Yeah, it's pretty cool, better than where I live,' Max replied, also glancing around the place that had been her second home for over a year.
'Logan's nice isn't he?' Asha asked, folding her arms on the desk and resting her chin on them.
'Yeah,' Max agreed, somewhat dreamily.
'Do I hear my ears burning?' Logan asked loftily, walking back into the room carrying a large part of his sofa, which he dropped rather nosily and flopped into.
'You don't hear your ears burning; you feel them. Doofus,' Max said, rolling her eyes with Asha in a conspiratorial manner.
Max took another delicate sip of her drink, before turning her attentions back to the Putt-Putt Golf, which was becoming more entertaining by the second.
'You haven't drunk much, Max,' Logan observed, looking around for the bottle of Scotch.
'Hey, this is my third one, thankyou very much,' Max said getting quite hoity-toity, before quickly downing the remainder of it to prove her point.
'We're getting Max drunk,' Asha announced happily with quite a deal of bounce.
'How come?' Logan asked curiously.
'Because she's never been drunk before, being an X-5 with a high metabolisilislsim, it's really hard for her to get drunked,' Asha continued in her singsong zesty manner.
'Well that's something we need to fix,' Logan said, getting right up there on his imaginary high-horse, 'I mean, this day and age and never been drunk. Why-why it's a travesty, a blinding outrage! To the liquor cabinet!'
The game of golf was quickly forgotten as the perilous three tracked through Logan's house in search of the bounty that was his overflowing cabinet of alcohol. For no apparent reason, Max started giggling.
