Disclaimer: see chpt. 1
A/N: OK, here we go. THE VIRUS IS CURED!!! Yays! This chapter is leading up
to a big change in Max and Logan's relationship, so bare with me. Also, I
haven't decided whether or not to write an NC-17 chapter. I'm not sure
anyone is interested, but I'll see how I feel when that part of the story
comes up ;)
Anyways, enjoy.
Seattle, 2021 Logan's Penthouse 11:23 PM
As I follow Logan and Six into the penthouse, I'm kind of wondering to myself if this is a good idea. I mean, as soon as Logan and I can touch. Let's just say that Six probably shouldn't be here for that. A shiver runs down my spine at this thought. I can't believe that Logan and I. Well, I mean, we could. We will. well. Let's just say that I'm not exactly experienced in that area. And the thought of Logan and I. It's pretty scary.
I can't help watching Six as we enter the kitchen. She seemed pretty happy with the idea of her staying with Logan and I for awhile - get out of Seb's hair and all - but she looks strangely apprehensive. I can't help thinking that she's somehow scared of me. Or maybe of Logan. I just don't understand. I think I'll just concentrate on the good thoughts for now: 10 hours until we're cured!
Seattle 2021 Logan's bedroom 1:00 AM
8 hours until the virus is cured. I can't believe it. For months, all I've wanted is to touch Max, and now. Don't get me wrong, I love Max, I want to be with her. But the talking is so hard. I know it has to come before anything else, but I really do have baggage. Max does too, and hence I say that this talking thing will be hard. I mean, what do you say? Can we start from where we left off? So much has changed in the last months.
Also, Six is worrying me. There is most definitely something wrong with her. Although she seemed happy to come and spend time with Max and I, she's acting very skittish. I have this overwhelming urge to tell her that everything is going to be OK. I feel protective of her, like I do with Max. It's a bit strange really.
I'm just sitting in bed at the moment. At this time of night, all I can do is think. I must admit, I'm a bit of an insomniac. But still, I think I'll try to get some sleep.
Seattle 2021 Logan's guestroom 2:30AM
I can't tell them, they wouldn't want me. I can't tell them, they wouldn't want me. I keep chanting this mantra in my head. If I stop, I'll go and tell them, and then I won't get to spend any time with them. They need to decide if they want to be together. They shouldn't factor my into the equation - they never chose to have me.
It's so hard though. I mean, what do I say? How do I act around them? I can't help looking at them and wondering what life would be like as their child. If we were a family. But life never works out like that. It never goes the happy way - especially not for me. So, I think it's just better to pretend that I don't know that I'm sleeping almost right next to my mother and father, and to get on with my life. As soon as I'm sure the virus is cured, I'll go. I'll come and see Max and Logan once in awhile, but I'll stay away most of the time. It's for the best.
Seattle 2021 Logan's loungeroom 8:56 AM
We all sit around in silence, watching the clock. There's 4 minutes left until Logan and I can touch. It's like everything is moving in slow motion, but at the same time, it's too fast. My mind is racing. I can't be ready for this. In my heart I know that the virus provided another legitimate excuse for those oh so safe emotional barriers to resurrect themselves, and I don't know if I can break them down this time, or if Logan will even be interested in trying. It's one thing to love someone, but to constantly deal with their incapability to express their emotions. That's another thing altogether.
I sit and stare at the floor. When the time comes, I don't know if I'll be able to look at Logan. It's too hard. My head is telling me to get out of a potentially dangerous situation. Run, now, and never look back. But I can't do that to Logan - not now. Not after all we've been through. We both need to sort our relationship out, or we'll spend the rest of our lives thinking what if?
Before I know it, it's 9 o'clock. I know that Logan and I have to touch, to make sure the cure worked, before Six leaves. Despite the fact that I've seen Six at her worst, I know that I have to hold my composure until she leaves the room. But still, I have to touch Logan.
Six and Logan are both staring at me now. Waiting for me to make a move. So I will. As I reach my hand out to touch Logan, I am suddenly at peace. I trust Six, I know that this cure will work. I also know that, at least for now, Logan and I don't have to talk. I figure Logan and I have a good 5 minutes before that happens. I have to laugh at myself for this thought. I'm just having a typical procrastination moment - I won't worry about the hard stuff until I absolutely have to.
As soon as my hand touches the skin on Logan's bare arm, I feel like crying. Six and I watch him intently for any sign of a rash, a fever - anything. But none comes. Logan and I just stare at each other, unable to move. In the back of my mind, I know that Six has left the apartment, but I honestly can't bring myself to pay attention to anything except Logan.
Seattle 2021 Logan's loungeroom 9:15 AM
I stare at Max as she leads me over to the couch, and we sit down. I can't believe that we can actually touch! This thought prompts me to squeeze Max's hand, and she whips her head around to look at me.
"Logan." Max trails off. She looks confused. It's like she's trying to make a decision, but her mind is being torn between two outcomes. Before I know what is happening, Max is kissing me. I take a second to react, but then I kiss her back.
I know that we are getting carried away now, but I can't bring myself to stop the passionate woman in front of me. Eventually though, I need to breathe. I pull out of our embrace, but our faces are still only and inch apart. We are both breathing heavily, and I can't tear my gaze away from my beautiful Max.
"Max" I pause, gathering my thoughts "We have to talk, before this goes any further."
I watch Max slump down against the couch. "I know" She sighs.
We are silent for a few minutes, both trying to work out where to start. So much has happened since before Max was captured. I need to tell her how much I missed her, how glad I was to see her come back, even if we couldn't touch. But I stay silent. I know that, for this to work, Max has to initiate the talking. It's hard for her, even harder than it is for me, to discuss her feelings, and I need her to tell me how she feels.
Seattle 2021 South Market St. 10:34 AM
I keep wondering how Max and Logan are going. I mean, apart from banging the gong. Hehe, that isn't a thought I particularly want to entertain right now. But I know that they're probably still only talking. Yea, being an empath certainly has its advantages.
I know that I'll have to stay away from the penthouse at leat until tomorrow morning, so I think I'll go and see the band. Maybe they'll be up to a rehearsal. Eh, it's not like I've got anything better to do.
Seattle, 2021 Logan's Loungeroom 6:15 PM
I am totally exhausted. Logan and I spent the entire day talking. I am incredibly unused to talking about things like we did today. I'm also amazed that I didn't realise how Logan feels. I feel like such an idiot. I didn't even think to consider that, like me, Logan feels insecure and helpless sometimes.
But I am glad we talked. I mean, we've decided to take our relationship slowly, and we got a lot out in the open. The whole Asha/Rafer/Alec thing got sorted, which is good. I don't know why Logan and I found it so hard to talk when I still had the virus, but I'm just glad that we were given the opportunity to sort it all out.
I'm sitting now, waiting for Logan to finish cooking his latest culinary miracle. It's hard for me to believe that we are actually together now, but I'm really happy about it. I just hope it all works out.
Seattle, 2021 Logan's Penthouse 11:23 PM
As I follow Logan and Six into the penthouse, I'm kind of wondering to myself if this is a good idea. I mean, as soon as Logan and I can touch. Let's just say that Six probably shouldn't be here for that. A shiver runs down my spine at this thought. I can't believe that Logan and I. Well, I mean, we could. We will. well. Let's just say that I'm not exactly experienced in that area. And the thought of Logan and I. It's pretty scary.
I can't help watching Six as we enter the kitchen. She seemed pretty happy with the idea of her staying with Logan and I for awhile - get out of Seb's hair and all - but she looks strangely apprehensive. I can't help thinking that she's somehow scared of me. Or maybe of Logan. I just don't understand. I think I'll just concentrate on the good thoughts for now: 10 hours until we're cured!
Seattle 2021 Logan's bedroom 1:00 AM
8 hours until the virus is cured. I can't believe it. For months, all I've wanted is to touch Max, and now. Don't get me wrong, I love Max, I want to be with her. But the talking is so hard. I know it has to come before anything else, but I really do have baggage. Max does too, and hence I say that this talking thing will be hard. I mean, what do you say? Can we start from where we left off? So much has changed in the last months.
Also, Six is worrying me. There is most definitely something wrong with her. Although she seemed happy to come and spend time with Max and I, she's acting very skittish. I have this overwhelming urge to tell her that everything is going to be OK. I feel protective of her, like I do with Max. It's a bit strange really.
I'm just sitting in bed at the moment. At this time of night, all I can do is think. I must admit, I'm a bit of an insomniac. But still, I think I'll try to get some sleep.
Seattle 2021 Logan's guestroom 2:30AM
I can't tell them, they wouldn't want me. I can't tell them, they wouldn't want me. I keep chanting this mantra in my head. If I stop, I'll go and tell them, and then I won't get to spend any time with them. They need to decide if they want to be together. They shouldn't factor my into the equation - they never chose to have me.
It's so hard though. I mean, what do I say? How do I act around them? I can't help looking at them and wondering what life would be like as their child. If we were a family. But life never works out like that. It never goes the happy way - especially not for me. So, I think it's just better to pretend that I don't know that I'm sleeping almost right next to my mother and father, and to get on with my life. As soon as I'm sure the virus is cured, I'll go. I'll come and see Max and Logan once in awhile, but I'll stay away most of the time. It's for the best.
Seattle 2021 Logan's loungeroom 8:56 AM
We all sit around in silence, watching the clock. There's 4 minutes left until Logan and I can touch. It's like everything is moving in slow motion, but at the same time, it's too fast. My mind is racing. I can't be ready for this. In my heart I know that the virus provided another legitimate excuse for those oh so safe emotional barriers to resurrect themselves, and I don't know if I can break them down this time, or if Logan will even be interested in trying. It's one thing to love someone, but to constantly deal with their incapability to express their emotions. That's another thing altogether.
I sit and stare at the floor. When the time comes, I don't know if I'll be able to look at Logan. It's too hard. My head is telling me to get out of a potentially dangerous situation. Run, now, and never look back. But I can't do that to Logan - not now. Not after all we've been through. We both need to sort our relationship out, or we'll spend the rest of our lives thinking what if?
Before I know it, it's 9 o'clock. I know that Logan and I have to touch, to make sure the cure worked, before Six leaves. Despite the fact that I've seen Six at her worst, I know that I have to hold my composure until she leaves the room. But still, I have to touch Logan.
Six and Logan are both staring at me now. Waiting for me to make a move. So I will. As I reach my hand out to touch Logan, I am suddenly at peace. I trust Six, I know that this cure will work. I also know that, at least for now, Logan and I don't have to talk. I figure Logan and I have a good 5 minutes before that happens. I have to laugh at myself for this thought. I'm just having a typical procrastination moment - I won't worry about the hard stuff until I absolutely have to.
As soon as my hand touches the skin on Logan's bare arm, I feel like crying. Six and I watch him intently for any sign of a rash, a fever - anything. But none comes. Logan and I just stare at each other, unable to move. In the back of my mind, I know that Six has left the apartment, but I honestly can't bring myself to pay attention to anything except Logan.
Seattle 2021 Logan's loungeroom 9:15 AM
I stare at Max as she leads me over to the couch, and we sit down. I can't believe that we can actually touch! This thought prompts me to squeeze Max's hand, and she whips her head around to look at me.
"Logan." Max trails off. She looks confused. It's like she's trying to make a decision, but her mind is being torn between two outcomes. Before I know what is happening, Max is kissing me. I take a second to react, but then I kiss her back.
I know that we are getting carried away now, but I can't bring myself to stop the passionate woman in front of me. Eventually though, I need to breathe. I pull out of our embrace, but our faces are still only and inch apart. We are both breathing heavily, and I can't tear my gaze away from my beautiful Max.
"Max" I pause, gathering my thoughts "We have to talk, before this goes any further."
I watch Max slump down against the couch. "I know" She sighs.
We are silent for a few minutes, both trying to work out where to start. So much has happened since before Max was captured. I need to tell her how much I missed her, how glad I was to see her come back, even if we couldn't touch. But I stay silent. I know that, for this to work, Max has to initiate the talking. It's hard for her, even harder than it is for me, to discuss her feelings, and I need her to tell me how she feels.
Seattle 2021 South Market St. 10:34 AM
I keep wondering how Max and Logan are going. I mean, apart from banging the gong. Hehe, that isn't a thought I particularly want to entertain right now. But I know that they're probably still only talking. Yea, being an empath certainly has its advantages.
I know that I'll have to stay away from the penthouse at leat until tomorrow morning, so I think I'll go and see the band. Maybe they'll be up to a rehearsal. Eh, it's not like I've got anything better to do.
Seattle, 2021 Logan's Loungeroom 6:15 PM
I am totally exhausted. Logan and I spent the entire day talking. I am incredibly unused to talking about things like we did today. I'm also amazed that I didn't realise how Logan feels. I feel like such an idiot. I didn't even think to consider that, like me, Logan feels insecure and helpless sometimes.
But I am glad we talked. I mean, we've decided to take our relationship slowly, and we got a lot out in the open. The whole Asha/Rafer/Alec thing got sorted, which is good. I don't know why Logan and I found it so hard to talk when I still had the virus, but I'm just glad that we were given the opportunity to sort it all out.
I'm sitting now, waiting for Logan to finish cooking his latest culinary miracle. It's hard for me to believe that we are actually together now, but I'm really happy about it. I just hope it all works out.