Disclaimer: Too bad for me, I don't own Dark Angel. I own Heather the character, but not the real Heather... *snaps fingers* damn.
Time Frame: Total AU, 2005. No Pulse and no Manticore!
Author's Note: The poem that Logan writes is a version of a poem I wrote entitled "the café scene."
ATTENTION TO ALL THOSE WHO IGNORED THE AUTHOR'S NOTE LAST CHAPTER: IN MY LITTLE FIC, MAX WAS BORN IN 1990, LOGAN IN 1988. YOU DO THE MATH!
Many Thanks to: Cuthien, RubyStar, lr, Lanna, Winking Tiger, bo, Dark Phanton, _Phoenix_, beth, bastgoddess, mackenzie karls, natters, Sea Siren, and waaaayyy out to my forum friend MLFan!
Tell me what you think of this chapter: was it horrendously corny, was it good, did it make you laugh because it was so stupid? Let me know!
Two - Caffe Latte with a Shot of Acting
Max stood outside under the thin protection of a cheap, plastic umbrella her mother had shoved in her hands as rain poured around her. Lately her mother had been doing a lot to help her out, but Max didn't know why. But of course she did; her mother was the one who had pulled the carpet out from under her, sending Max back to the mundane earth early. Maybe the guilt was finally getting to her mother?
No matter what, it had happened. It was over with. It had passed... But she still couldn't stop the image of his face coming back into her mind. He was stuck there. Max had tried countless ways to chase away his breathtaking blue eyes and that spiky brown hair she wanted to just run her fingers through...
No, Max, you promised yourself you wouldn't think of him. You promised yourself-
She choked on her thought as a lump formed in her throat.
Oh God, not again...
Max took a deep breath and dropped the umbrella onto the sidewalk. She tilted her head skyward and closed her eyes, letting the rain stream down her face, taking her tears with them.
Wash me away; just wash me away.
A horn honked behind her, making Max jump. She turned around to see Heather in the front seat of the car with her engine running, gesturing for Max to get into the car. Max smiled through her tears and walked towards the car. Heather unlocked the doors, letting Max put her stuff inside.
"You didn't think you were gonna take that rickety old bus on your first day of high school, did ya?" Heather pulled away from the curb and headed towards the high school.
"Well, Mom just kinda shoved me out the door this morning. I think she's still kinda upset at me."
"For what? Falling in love with a great guy who loves you back?"
Max swallowed the ever-growing lump in her throat. "Loved."
"Oh, come on! Do you seriously believe that just because you have no idea where he lives and were dumb enough not to tell him that we live in Seattle, that he's gonna stop loving you?"
"That makes me feel so much better, Heather," Max said, her voice stained with sarcasm. "Thank you."
Heather disregarded her comment and went on, "I could see it in his eyes, Max. Even before you staged that little stunt at the café. He'll love you no matter what. Got it?"
Max looked at Heather in awe. "How did you know we were acting?"
"I have powers." Heather tapped her forehead with her index finger, making Max laugh. "She laughed! Stop the presses, call the White House, oh, and can't forget The New York Times- Maxie actually laughed!" Heather chuckled to herself and looked fondly over at her sister, only to see her lost in her own thoughts.
With that, the car became silent once again.
Max closed her eyes and inhaled the flavors of the little café. Why hadn't she found this place before? She and her family had come summer upon summer to Los Angeles to "get away from Seattle." Over the years, she and Heather had found almost every good place to go- or so she thought. She slowly opened her eyes and glanced across the little wooden table at Logan who was scribbling away in his new journal. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes seemed to be lost in thought completely. His fingers and pen moved swiftly, as if he was composing a great masterpiece. She found herself staring at him, unable to tear herself from his form. 'What's wrong with me? I don't like him. I don't like him. I don't like him... God, he's cute when he's thinking... Stop it Max! What are you doing? He's a...a... a jerk! Yeah, that's it... And ah, you don't wanna date a jerk!'
The ringing of the café door's bell ruptured her out of her logic. She looked up at the person walking in and put her head in the hand. 'Heather... are you stalking me? Well, Sis, lemme tell you this: two can play this game.' A smirk grew on her face, but she quickly wiped it off. 'Lights, camera, action!'
Max got out of her seat, walked behind Logan and leaned over his shoulder, reading the poem he had just written.
sitting
in a crowded
institution for
mass production
drinking the purity
of the night and
reading last
week's paper
reading things that
haven't been
regurgitated
50 times on
cnn this week
unearthing my pen
and journal starting to fill
the pages with
thoughts about
the couple sitting
in the back
corner and the
eccentric man
who keeps asking
for ketchup
even though
they don't have it
telling their
odd blissful stories
before i even say hello
and peer deeper
into their souls
"Drinking the purity of the night and reading last week's paper, huh?" she said, right next to his ear.
He jumped and turned to face her. "God, Max, you scared the shi-"
"My sister's here watching us," she whispered bluntly. "I have an idea-"
Logan dropped his pen in his journal, took her head in his hands and erased the space between them.
Whatever she was going to say had just gotten on a plane and flown to Singapore. All that could get through her head was that his lips were on hers. 'Act, Max, act!' she managed to say to herself. She returned the kiss, to his shock, sliding her hands into his spiky brown hair. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer onto his lap.
Max's emotions went into overdrive. She lost any conscious thought in her mind, forgetting where she was or that her sister was watching them had left too. The only thing she knew was that she loved having Logan's lips colliding with hers. She could feel a little bit of his stubble brush against her face, forcing her to smile. She was flying up to cloud nine and she could see Logan...
"Ahem."
Logan and Max quickly pulled their faces away from each other, looking at the owner of the "ahem," a café waitress.
"Hello, my name is Courtney, what can I get you two today?" she spouted off, happily for someone who had just interrupted something marvelous, even if it wasn't real.
"How bout some privacy?" Logan mumbled under his breath.
Max, hearing his complaint, started to laugh and leaned her head on his chest. Logan started to laugh himself, the vibration in his chest humming against her ear.
"Excuse me, sir?" the waitress asked, rather confused. He had obviously said something in reply to her question, but she didn't catch it.
"Ah, nothing. Could we have one black coffee and..." Logan, with his arms still around Max's waist, turned to her and said, "What would you like to drink, honey?"
Max straightened. "Honey?" she said through her teeth with a tense smile on her face.
Logan leaned forward, inches away from her ear. Her cherry scent took him over once again, making it hard not to lean in and kiss her ear.
"Play along. Don't tell me that you weren't going to have me do the same thing if I hadn't interrupted you."
Logan's breath tickled her ear, making her shiver. 'How can you let him do this to you? This hasn't happened before! Remember, I'm a cynical bitch, I'm a cynical bitch, I'm a cynical bitch...'
Max leaned closer to Logan's ear and whispered harshly, "Aiight, but you owe me for this one, large!"
She pulled her head back and turned to face the waitress, her curls lightly brushing his face. "I'll have a cappuccino, extra foam please."
Logan shot her a funny look as the waitress repeated their order and left.
"What?"
"Extra foam? Is that why you're always so moody?"
"No, I just like the foam," she pouted, making Logan laugh.
Max tried to get off Logan's lap and back to her seat, but Logan pulled her in quickly, tipping them backwards onto the floor. He tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her closer. Max whipped her head around to face Logan as the chair hit the floor with a loud crash. People's head snapped around at the sound the crash, all eyes locked on Max on top of Logan, their faces just inches away from each other, sparks flying.
"Are you two okay?" Courtney asked, coffee in hand.
Max slowly stood up and pulled Logan up with her. She brushed off her shorts and took a deep breath. Logan wrapped his hands around her waist and hugged her.
"You all right, sweetheart?" he cooed.
"I'm all right as long as you're all right, honey," she shot back. She looked up into his eyes, smiling sincerely, and lightly kissed his nose.
"How bout that coffee?"
A smile spread on his face. "I'd love to."
Time Frame: Total AU, 2005. No Pulse and no Manticore!
Author's Note: The poem that Logan writes is a version of a poem I wrote entitled "the café scene."
ATTENTION TO ALL THOSE WHO IGNORED THE AUTHOR'S NOTE LAST CHAPTER: IN MY LITTLE FIC, MAX WAS BORN IN 1990, LOGAN IN 1988. YOU DO THE MATH!
Many Thanks to: Cuthien, RubyStar, lr, Lanna, Winking Tiger, bo, Dark Phanton, _Phoenix_, beth, bastgoddess, mackenzie karls, natters, Sea Siren, and waaaayyy out to my forum friend MLFan!
Tell me what you think of this chapter: was it horrendously corny, was it good, did it make you laugh because it was so stupid? Let me know!
Two - Caffe Latte with a Shot of Acting
Max stood outside under the thin protection of a cheap, plastic umbrella her mother had shoved in her hands as rain poured around her. Lately her mother had been doing a lot to help her out, but Max didn't know why. But of course she did; her mother was the one who had pulled the carpet out from under her, sending Max back to the mundane earth early. Maybe the guilt was finally getting to her mother?
No matter what, it had happened. It was over with. It had passed... But she still couldn't stop the image of his face coming back into her mind. He was stuck there. Max had tried countless ways to chase away his breathtaking blue eyes and that spiky brown hair she wanted to just run her fingers through...
No, Max, you promised yourself you wouldn't think of him. You promised yourself-
She choked on her thought as a lump formed in her throat.
Oh God, not again...
Max took a deep breath and dropped the umbrella onto the sidewalk. She tilted her head skyward and closed her eyes, letting the rain stream down her face, taking her tears with them.
Wash me away; just wash me away.
A horn honked behind her, making Max jump. She turned around to see Heather in the front seat of the car with her engine running, gesturing for Max to get into the car. Max smiled through her tears and walked towards the car. Heather unlocked the doors, letting Max put her stuff inside.
"You didn't think you were gonna take that rickety old bus on your first day of high school, did ya?" Heather pulled away from the curb and headed towards the high school.
"Well, Mom just kinda shoved me out the door this morning. I think she's still kinda upset at me."
"For what? Falling in love with a great guy who loves you back?"
Max swallowed the ever-growing lump in her throat. "Loved."
"Oh, come on! Do you seriously believe that just because you have no idea where he lives and were dumb enough not to tell him that we live in Seattle, that he's gonna stop loving you?"
"That makes me feel so much better, Heather," Max said, her voice stained with sarcasm. "Thank you."
Heather disregarded her comment and went on, "I could see it in his eyes, Max. Even before you staged that little stunt at the café. He'll love you no matter what. Got it?"
Max looked at Heather in awe. "How did you know we were acting?"
"I have powers." Heather tapped her forehead with her index finger, making Max laugh. "She laughed! Stop the presses, call the White House, oh, and can't forget The New York Times- Maxie actually laughed!" Heather chuckled to herself and looked fondly over at her sister, only to see her lost in her own thoughts.
With that, the car became silent once again.
Max closed her eyes and inhaled the flavors of the little café. Why hadn't she found this place before? She and her family had come summer upon summer to Los Angeles to "get away from Seattle." Over the years, she and Heather had found almost every good place to go- or so she thought. She slowly opened her eyes and glanced across the little wooden table at Logan who was scribbling away in his new journal. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes seemed to be lost in thought completely. His fingers and pen moved swiftly, as if he was composing a great masterpiece. She found herself staring at him, unable to tear herself from his form. 'What's wrong with me? I don't like him. I don't like him. I don't like him... God, he's cute when he's thinking... Stop it Max! What are you doing? He's a...a... a jerk! Yeah, that's it... And ah, you don't wanna date a jerk!'
The ringing of the café door's bell ruptured her out of her logic. She looked up at the person walking in and put her head in the hand. 'Heather... are you stalking me? Well, Sis, lemme tell you this: two can play this game.' A smirk grew on her face, but she quickly wiped it off. 'Lights, camera, action!'
Max got out of her seat, walked behind Logan and leaned over his shoulder, reading the poem he had just written.
sitting
in a crowded
institution for
mass production
drinking the purity
of the night and
reading last
week's paper
reading things that
haven't been
regurgitated
50 times on
cnn this week
unearthing my pen
and journal starting to fill
the pages with
thoughts about
the couple sitting
in the back
corner and the
eccentric man
who keeps asking
for ketchup
even though
they don't have it
telling their
odd blissful stories
before i even say hello
and peer deeper
into their souls
"Drinking the purity of the night and reading last week's paper, huh?" she said, right next to his ear.
He jumped and turned to face her. "God, Max, you scared the shi-"
"My sister's here watching us," she whispered bluntly. "I have an idea-"
Logan dropped his pen in his journal, took her head in his hands and erased the space between them.
Whatever she was going to say had just gotten on a plane and flown to Singapore. All that could get through her head was that his lips were on hers. 'Act, Max, act!' she managed to say to herself. She returned the kiss, to his shock, sliding her hands into his spiky brown hair. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer onto his lap.
Max's emotions went into overdrive. She lost any conscious thought in her mind, forgetting where she was or that her sister was watching them had left too. The only thing she knew was that she loved having Logan's lips colliding with hers. She could feel a little bit of his stubble brush against her face, forcing her to smile. She was flying up to cloud nine and she could see Logan...
"Ahem."
Logan and Max quickly pulled their faces away from each other, looking at the owner of the "ahem," a café waitress.
"Hello, my name is Courtney, what can I get you two today?" she spouted off, happily for someone who had just interrupted something marvelous, even if it wasn't real.
"How bout some privacy?" Logan mumbled under his breath.
Max, hearing his complaint, started to laugh and leaned her head on his chest. Logan started to laugh himself, the vibration in his chest humming against her ear.
"Excuse me, sir?" the waitress asked, rather confused. He had obviously said something in reply to her question, but she didn't catch it.
"Ah, nothing. Could we have one black coffee and..." Logan, with his arms still around Max's waist, turned to her and said, "What would you like to drink, honey?"
Max straightened. "Honey?" she said through her teeth with a tense smile on her face.
Logan leaned forward, inches away from her ear. Her cherry scent took him over once again, making it hard not to lean in and kiss her ear.
"Play along. Don't tell me that you weren't going to have me do the same thing if I hadn't interrupted you."
Logan's breath tickled her ear, making her shiver. 'How can you let him do this to you? This hasn't happened before! Remember, I'm a cynical bitch, I'm a cynical bitch, I'm a cynical bitch...'
Max leaned closer to Logan's ear and whispered harshly, "Aiight, but you owe me for this one, large!"
She pulled her head back and turned to face the waitress, her curls lightly brushing his face. "I'll have a cappuccino, extra foam please."
Logan shot her a funny look as the waitress repeated their order and left.
"What?"
"Extra foam? Is that why you're always so moody?"
"No, I just like the foam," she pouted, making Logan laugh.
Max tried to get off Logan's lap and back to her seat, but Logan pulled her in quickly, tipping them backwards onto the floor. He tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her closer. Max whipped her head around to face Logan as the chair hit the floor with a loud crash. People's head snapped around at the sound the crash, all eyes locked on Max on top of Logan, their faces just inches away from each other, sparks flying.
"Are you two okay?" Courtney asked, coffee in hand.
Max slowly stood up and pulled Logan up with her. She brushed off her shorts and took a deep breath. Logan wrapped his hands around her waist and hugged her.
"You all right, sweetheart?" he cooed.
"I'm all right as long as you're all right, honey," she shot back. She looked up into his eyes, smiling sincerely, and lightly kissed his nose.
"How bout that coffee?"
A smile spread on his face. "I'd love to."