A/N: Thanks for your reviews, guys! Not much else to say. I actually keep watching Alias, but I don't understand the plot anymore. Gets way too complicated for me, so I think I'll stick with my Dark Angel version and do it in a way I can follow. I hope so can you!
Enjoy- and if you did you could write a review and tell me so; and if you didn't, you can write a review and tell me why you didn't.
Disclaimer: The same as always.
Chapter 8
Asha listened to the door fall shut after Max and Logan. She slowly wandered to the huge living room window and waited until the Aztek left the garage and sped up. She closed her eyes for a second. Her thoughts were spinning; her entire life seemed to have been turned upside down by that girl.
She had settled in a comfortable relationship with Logan. She had known from the beginning that Logan wasn't over Max and she was willing to accept that. She was fine the way things had been. Sometimes, for some precious moments he had seemed happy with her. The deep sadness in his eyes seemed to have disappeared then, and it gave her hope. Hope that maybe, eventually, he would get over this other girl and just accept her fully.
Well, now that girl was back, and she could even understand why Logan had loved her. She was a nice and gentle girl, very strong- Logan's match.
But it hurt, and as much as she tried to ignore those feelings, to make herself believe Logan had said the truth when he had told her the other night that he loved her, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was going to be dismissed eventually.
She wanted Logan to be happy, she really wanted, but was Max his only way to achieve that? Why wasn't she good enough? Well, maybe she was. He had told her so, hadn't he? She deserved to be a little egoistic, didn't she? She had been there for Logan when he had struggled to get his life back together. She had been the one to hold him at night, when he was asleep, fighting demons in his nightmares. After all, it was Max who had caused…
'No! I can't blame her!' Asha shook her head. 'She didn't chose to be caught, didn't chose to be Manticore. – But it would be so easy to make her responsible, to hate her. No, she doesn't deserve that. But what about me? What do I deserve? I love him so much, I can't just lose him like this!'
Asha took her face in her hands and leaned her shoulder against the glass, trying to get herself back together. This wasn't taking her anyway. She had to sort through those confusing thoughts. Figure out, what this mess came down to. There are two girls loving one guy, the guy has to choose. He can either go down the risky path, or he can choose the safe street. There was nothing she could do about it but try to show him that the safe street was the right direction. She couldn't pretend to be something she wasn't. She was not the enigmatic, wild and dangerous person Max was.
And, she reminded herself, Logan had already walked down the safe street a little, not enough that turning around wasn't possible, but enough to make it seem sensible to actually continue down that street.
**
Max entered the apartment and was immediately greeted by Richard. After a passionate kiss he came right to the point, explaining the job. Max listened, bored.
Then a man entered the room and wordlessly handed Richard a file. Max couldn't see the contents but all of the sudden Richard waved all his guys out. Then he invited Max to sit on a bed in the corner. She sat down, tense. He followed her, undressing his shirt on his way over, then she pushed her back against he mattress and started to kiss her passionately. Max knew what he wanted from her, an even though it nearly made her throw up she had to play along if she didn't want to expose herself.
She traced kisses down his chest. "Did you miss me?" she asked seductively.
"Of course," he smiled dirty.
"The first time you saw me, what did you think?"
"You mean in New York?"
Max answered hesitantly. "Yeah."
"What do you remember?"
She smiled. "We couldn't keep our hands of each other."
"Yeah," he laughed now, an awful, dangerous giggling. And then his face froze. In a calm, threatening voice he said, "I thought to myself what a beautiful woman."
And suddenly he twisted her around, holding a knife to her throat. Max gulped in surprise when he tightened his grip around her and used his free hand to reach for the file he had received earlier. "Who the hell are you working for?" he yelled.
Max gasped. "I'm working for myself you son of a b****."
"Then who is this?"
She could see the photo now. ""He's my supplier."
"You're supplier. What's his name?" The knife moved closer, now touching her skin.
"Logan Cale!" She shouted. "He's my supplier. You don't believe me?"
"No sweetheart. I don't."
*
Logan had followed the conversation, holding his breath.
They were screwed! Max was in danger and he couldn't help her. Then his name fell and he hissed in shock. No, she is not betraying you! There had to be another explanation. Then he understood.
Hectically he reached for his phone and speed-dialled Sebastian. "This is Logan. Listen to me very carefully. I need you to upload to the Interpol database a criminal record with my name and picture. At least twenty charges, all of them security based. Hurry!"
He could hear Sebastian typing even before he answered. "Got it."
*
Max still eyes the blade at her throat. She had to keep playing along if they wanted to nail this guy.
"Check his records. Security is all he does!" She hoped Logan had been fast enough.
*
"How long?"
"One minute." Sebastian's mechanical voice still sounded calm.
*
Richard got up from the bed and eyed her suspiciously while booting up his laptop. Max straightened and stood behind him, praying silently Logan managed.
That damn thing went online way too fast!
*
Logan drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Through Max's com he could hear the computer being booted in the background. "Come on, Sebastian. Hurry," he mumbled.
The seconds passed.
"Okay, done."
Only seconds later he could hear the guy whistled. "You're right," he addressed Max.
She shrugged. "I told ya so."
Logan took a deep breath and relaxed back in his seat.
**
Max was concentrating now, totally focussed on the task. The break- in was a piece of cake, the two guys who were with her rather hindered than helped, but she tried to give them useful activities to keep them busy. She opened the safe without breaking a sweat, Logan had prepared her well enough. Before she knew she was back in the pick-up with Richard, and before he started the engine he gave her a wet kiss. It took all her strength and willpower not to show her disgust openly.
**
They left he city and drove through the dark woods, stopping on a hill.
"What's now?" max asked, slightly annoyed. She was looking forward to a hot bath to wash off Richard's touching.
"We're changing cars." Richard explained. "Better safe then sorry, right." Max could read in his eyes that he still didn't trust her completely. "Come on." He made a sign for her to follow him.
Max jumped out just when another pick-up stopped in front of them. Two men jumped out, looking grim. They reached back in and dragged a beaten guy out. Max could hardly hold back a scream. 'Logan!'
TBC…
Enjoy- and if you did you could write a review and tell me so; and if you didn't, you can write a review and tell me why you didn't.
Disclaimer: The same as always.
Chapter 8
Asha listened to the door fall shut after Max and Logan. She slowly wandered to the huge living room window and waited until the Aztek left the garage and sped up. She closed her eyes for a second. Her thoughts were spinning; her entire life seemed to have been turned upside down by that girl.
She had settled in a comfortable relationship with Logan. She had known from the beginning that Logan wasn't over Max and she was willing to accept that. She was fine the way things had been. Sometimes, for some precious moments he had seemed happy with her. The deep sadness in his eyes seemed to have disappeared then, and it gave her hope. Hope that maybe, eventually, he would get over this other girl and just accept her fully.
Well, now that girl was back, and she could even understand why Logan had loved her. She was a nice and gentle girl, very strong- Logan's match.
But it hurt, and as much as she tried to ignore those feelings, to make herself believe Logan had said the truth when he had told her the other night that he loved her, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was going to be dismissed eventually.
She wanted Logan to be happy, she really wanted, but was Max his only way to achieve that? Why wasn't she good enough? Well, maybe she was. He had told her so, hadn't he? She deserved to be a little egoistic, didn't she? She had been there for Logan when he had struggled to get his life back together. She had been the one to hold him at night, when he was asleep, fighting demons in his nightmares. After all, it was Max who had caused…
'No! I can't blame her!' Asha shook her head. 'She didn't chose to be caught, didn't chose to be Manticore. – But it would be so easy to make her responsible, to hate her. No, she doesn't deserve that. But what about me? What do I deserve? I love him so much, I can't just lose him like this!'
Asha took her face in her hands and leaned her shoulder against the glass, trying to get herself back together. This wasn't taking her anyway. She had to sort through those confusing thoughts. Figure out, what this mess came down to. There are two girls loving one guy, the guy has to choose. He can either go down the risky path, or he can choose the safe street. There was nothing she could do about it but try to show him that the safe street was the right direction. She couldn't pretend to be something she wasn't. She was not the enigmatic, wild and dangerous person Max was.
And, she reminded herself, Logan had already walked down the safe street a little, not enough that turning around wasn't possible, but enough to make it seem sensible to actually continue down that street.
**
Max entered the apartment and was immediately greeted by Richard. After a passionate kiss he came right to the point, explaining the job. Max listened, bored.
Then a man entered the room and wordlessly handed Richard a file. Max couldn't see the contents but all of the sudden Richard waved all his guys out. Then he invited Max to sit on a bed in the corner. She sat down, tense. He followed her, undressing his shirt on his way over, then she pushed her back against he mattress and started to kiss her passionately. Max knew what he wanted from her, an even though it nearly made her throw up she had to play along if she didn't want to expose herself.
She traced kisses down his chest. "Did you miss me?" she asked seductively.
"Of course," he smiled dirty.
"The first time you saw me, what did you think?"
"You mean in New York?"
Max answered hesitantly. "Yeah."
"What do you remember?"
She smiled. "We couldn't keep our hands of each other."
"Yeah," he laughed now, an awful, dangerous giggling. And then his face froze. In a calm, threatening voice he said, "I thought to myself what a beautiful woman."
And suddenly he twisted her around, holding a knife to her throat. Max gulped in surprise when he tightened his grip around her and used his free hand to reach for the file he had received earlier. "Who the hell are you working for?" he yelled.
Max gasped. "I'm working for myself you son of a b****."
"Then who is this?"
She could see the photo now. ""He's my supplier."
"You're supplier. What's his name?" The knife moved closer, now touching her skin.
"Logan Cale!" She shouted. "He's my supplier. You don't believe me?"
"No sweetheart. I don't."
*
Logan had followed the conversation, holding his breath.
They were screwed! Max was in danger and he couldn't help her. Then his name fell and he hissed in shock. No, she is not betraying you! There had to be another explanation. Then he understood.
Hectically he reached for his phone and speed-dialled Sebastian. "This is Logan. Listen to me very carefully. I need you to upload to the Interpol database a criminal record with my name and picture. At least twenty charges, all of them security based. Hurry!"
He could hear Sebastian typing even before he answered. "Got it."
*
Max still eyes the blade at her throat. She had to keep playing along if they wanted to nail this guy.
"Check his records. Security is all he does!" She hoped Logan had been fast enough.
*
"How long?"
"One minute." Sebastian's mechanical voice still sounded calm.
*
Richard got up from the bed and eyed her suspiciously while booting up his laptop. Max straightened and stood behind him, praying silently Logan managed.
That damn thing went online way too fast!
*
Logan drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Through Max's com he could hear the computer being booted in the background. "Come on, Sebastian. Hurry," he mumbled.
The seconds passed.
"Okay, done."
Only seconds later he could hear the guy whistled. "You're right," he addressed Max.
She shrugged. "I told ya so."
Logan took a deep breath and relaxed back in his seat.
**
Max was concentrating now, totally focussed on the task. The break- in was a piece of cake, the two guys who were with her rather hindered than helped, but she tried to give them useful activities to keep them busy. She opened the safe without breaking a sweat, Logan had prepared her well enough. Before she knew she was back in the pick-up with Richard, and before he started the engine he gave her a wet kiss. It took all her strength and willpower not to show her disgust openly.
**
They left he city and drove through the dark woods, stopping on a hill.
"What's now?" max asked, slightly annoyed. She was looking forward to a hot bath to wash off Richard's touching.
"We're changing cars." Richard explained. "Better safe then sorry, right." Max could read in his eyes that he still didn't trust her completely. "Come on." He made a sign for her to follow him.
Max jumped out just when another pick-up stopped in front of them. Two men jumped out, looking grim. They reached back in and dragged a beaten guy out. Max could hardly hold back a scream. 'Logan!'
TBC…
