AS 2.07: Devil's Waltz by Star24 (2003

Disclaimer: Dark Angel and its characters are copyright 2000-2002 Twentieth Century Fox Studios and James Cameron and Charles Eglee. This original fiction is copyright 2003 Star24.

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Chapter Five

Fogle Towers, Three Days Later

Bling wheeled Logan into his bedroom and helped him transfer from the chair to the bed.

"I really don't need to be lying around in bed any more, you know." Logan observed sourly. "My back feels good. No spasms for the last day."

"According to Dr. Carr you need to keep that butt of yours in this bed a good amount of time for the next week. He let you come home only on the condition that you'd follow doctor's orders. Do I need to be calling him to put your ass back in that hospital?" Bling said sternly.

Logan stared at him stubbornly and Bling sighed. "Man, you want to be worse off than you are now? For once in your life, why don't you try doing what you should for your own good?"

"Fine. I'll stay in bed." Logan snapped. Bling started to turn away, but Logan continued, "On condition you bring me my laptop and cell phone. My body might be rotting away but my mind isn't."

Bling regarded him for a moment and then gave in. "If I get you the laptop and cell, you promise me you won't be leaving that bed except to do the necessary?"

"I promise."  Logan was clearly unhappy with Bling, but the therapist smiled to himself as he went to get the requested items for him.

"Man, will I be glad when Max gets back. She's about the only one who can force any sense into that pig head of yours," he commented as he returned with the laptop and phone. "When is she due back anyway?"

Logan frowned. "I don't know. I haven't been able to get in touch with her since she left three days ago. It's starting to worry me."

"Max is fine. She's probably just tied up with her family. Not to mention, that she has sense enough to know that her being around right now, with all that unresolved heat sizzling between you two, is not a good thing."

"It's not like I don't have enough self control not to jump her you know." Logan retorted. "I'm not some eighteen year old kid controlled by his hormones."

Bling just gave him a look in reply.

Logan sighed, "Look, I'm good, really I am. You don't have to stick around here if you don't want to." He was already engrossed with his laptop and Bling watched him for a minute before he turned to leave.

"If you're sure, I'm gonna head out then. Got a client waiting for me. Original Cindy said she'd stop by after work to get you dinner, so you don't need to worry about getting up for that."

Logan looked up briefly, "Thanks." He paused, "Sorry I was short. It's just that being stuck in this bed and worrying about Max…"

Bling smiled, "Yeah, I know. But Max'll be back before you know it, and if you follow doc's orders in the meantime, you'll be good to go for whatever you two have planned. Beep me if you need anything."

Logan grunted in reply, and Bling left the room and let himself out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.

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"Dinner has arrived." Original Cindy announced several hours later as she entered the apartment. "Logan? You around?"

She was met only by silence. 

"Logan? You sleeping?" She walked into the kitchen and set the package she was carrying on the countertop.

"Sleeping beauty, dinner is served. And I ain't gonna wake you with a kiss to eat it. Even if I played on that team, that's reserved for my boo…" her voice trailed off as she arrived at the door to Logan's bedroom and looked inside.

The room was empty.  The bedcovers were pushed back off of the bed, and Logan's wheelchair was missing. Several drawers in his dresser were open and there were items of clothing strewn on the floor.

Cindy walked over to the door to the bathroom. She listened for a moment and then knocked. "Logan? You in there, boy? You fall asleep in the tub? Do not make me come in and wake you up."  She knocked again, louder this time.

There was still no answer. With a sigh Cindy pushed open the door and peered in cautiously. She pushed the door open wider. Like the bedroom the bathroom was empty.

"Dayum." Cindy was getting alarmed. She quickly went through the rest of the apartment on the chance that Logan would be there somewhere.  The apartment was empty. There were no signs of Logan and none of a struggle. Finally she picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Bling? It's Original Cindy. Did Logan tell you he was going out somewhere?" She listened a moment. "No, he is most definitely not here. His wheelchair is gone as well…where does he keep his car keys?"

She walked to the table in the front hallway and pawed through the clutter of mail and magazines. After a moment she came up with a key ring. "His keys are still here."

She listened a moment more. "Yeah, I hear you. I'm getting out of here. Okay, I'll look for them and bring them with me. Thanks."

She hung up the phone and went back into Logan's bedroom. After a moment of searching she found his laptop and cell phone on the floor under the bed. She gathered them up and then quickly turned and left the apartment.

End of Chapter Five