Okay, this is gonna be the last chapter. I hope some of you enjoyed reading it. Once I'm finished with my semester I'll get started with something new.
Have fun and maybe review one last time, aiight??
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CHAPTER 12
„Knock, knock." Max stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, a trademark grin on her face.
"Hey!"
"Hey, yourself. How are you?"
"Fine, considering I was stabbed five days ago. You could have been nice enough to stab me a little lower, but that's okay."
"Yeah right, if you wouldn't be in any pain just because you can't feel it you'd be running around by now, ignoring the wound. Would have been irresponsible."
"Like stabbing me was a very responsible thing," he winked.
"Considering the circumstances…"
"Anyway, it's healing nicely, but I'm not supposed to wear the exoskeleton for a few more weeks."
"You've done without before," Max shrugged. To her it was no big deal, Logan realized. Asha in contrast tended to feel uncomfortable with him in the chair. Hell, why was he doing this? Comparing those two women constantly? And why did Max always have the better end to herself? He forced himself to snap out of his thoughts and concentrated on Max again. "Why didn't you come earlier?" he couldn't quite hide the disappointment in his voice.
Max bit her lips. It would be easy to blame it on Asha, to tell him how she had attacked her, but she wouldn't do that, it wasn't the whole truth. "I should have come sooner, but I didn't." She smiled a little. "Actually, I needed time to think, you know, to…to get over you." Max swallowed. She couldn't fool him. They both knew that wouldn't happen within a few days, but it had been a first step, living a few days, resisting the urge to see Logan.
Logan nodded, his eyes focussed on his bedding. "Listen, Max. I need to thank you for saving my sorry ass out there – again."
"That's what I'm here for. Cat burglar, leg work, bodyguard…"
"Max, I mean it. It's been stupid of me, I shouldn't have been there, not…not without the exo at least."
Max shrugged again and smiled. "That never stopped you."
"Talking about it, would you mind helping me to the living room. I've been staring at this wall for a day now."
"You sure?"
"Yes." That was all Max needed. Logan gsmiled gratefully. Asha would have declared him nuts, but Max didn't. She was just there to support him, she trusted him, didn't treat him like a puppy. There it was again, the comparing!
**
Asha entered the apartment tiredly. She could immediately hear voices and laughter, and from the living room dull light cast out into the hallway.
Carefully she closed the door behind her and sneaked closer to cast a glance around the corner. A sharp pain went through her heart at what she saw.
Max and Logan sat on the couch, her legs lying across his lap. They both giggled and laughed, totally relaxed.
There was another sting in Asha's heart when she looked at Logan. There was something about his eyes… they suddenly sparkled – he was happy, she hadn't seen him like that ever since she had returned.
He had never looked at her like this, so lovingly and warm. There had always been this look of apprehension and sadness in every feature, in every look.
A single tear made its way down her cheek when she made her decision, and she angrily wiped it away. After one more look at the happy couple she turned around in order to leave unseen.
She closed her eyes and cursed silently when she felt the touch and heard the sound of something heavy falling to the floor.
Max and Logan were immediately alarmed and Max stood up, her body tense. She gracefully sneaked around the corner to find Asha standing there, holding something in her hands.
Asha looked up, then back down at the golden statue. "I think this belongs to you." She held out Bast, smiling sadly.
Max took it, understanding the deeper meaning behind Asha's words. She obviously knew about the story of Bast, and this was her sign of surrender.
"Asha, I'm sorry," Logan had managed to transfer into his chair by himself and now slowly rolled into the hallway. "You deserve so much better. I just…"
"It's okay. You don't have to explain. I always knew I was nothing but a sidekick." She bent down to give Logan a final kiss on the cheek. "You two are meant to be."
She straightened and opened her bag, handing Logan a CD. "I found this by chance. Don't let it fall into the wrong hands. Good bye."
"Thank you," Max said tonelessly.
Asha quickly left the apartment, afraid to lose her composure in front of the couple.
Logan frowned and opened the box, staring at the CD. He took it out and let it slide through his long fingers.
"What is it?" Max finally found her voice again.
"The footage from you shooting that guy. She had found it."
"She could have reported me," Max stated.
"Yeah," Logan agreed. "She should have." Then he looked up at Max, smiling while his strong fingers easily broke the CD into pieces.
Max watched the pieces fall to the floor then reached for Logan's hand. "Do you think we can start over without letting the past haunt us? We might find out who did this to me, or we might not. But I honestly don't care as long as I have you back."
Logan pulled her closer and gave her a kiss on the lips, his blue eyes locking with her deep brown ones. God he had missed her! "I'd love to!"
THE END
There might be a sequel or there might not…I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
Have fun and maybe review one last time, aiight??
**
CHAPTER 12
„Knock, knock." Max stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, a trademark grin on her face.
"Hey!"
"Hey, yourself. How are you?"
"Fine, considering I was stabbed five days ago. You could have been nice enough to stab me a little lower, but that's okay."
"Yeah right, if you wouldn't be in any pain just because you can't feel it you'd be running around by now, ignoring the wound. Would have been irresponsible."
"Like stabbing me was a very responsible thing," he winked.
"Considering the circumstances…"
"Anyway, it's healing nicely, but I'm not supposed to wear the exoskeleton for a few more weeks."
"You've done without before," Max shrugged. To her it was no big deal, Logan realized. Asha in contrast tended to feel uncomfortable with him in the chair. Hell, why was he doing this? Comparing those two women constantly? And why did Max always have the better end to herself? He forced himself to snap out of his thoughts and concentrated on Max again. "Why didn't you come earlier?" he couldn't quite hide the disappointment in his voice.
Max bit her lips. It would be easy to blame it on Asha, to tell him how she had attacked her, but she wouldn't do that, it wasn't the whole truth. "I should have come sooner, but I didn't." She smiled a little. "Actually, I needed time to think, you know, to…to get over you." Max swallowed. She couldn't fool him. They both knew that wouldn't happen within a few days, but it had been a first step, living a few days, resisting the urge to see Logan.
Logan nodded, his eyes focussed on his bedding. "Listen, Max. I need to thank you for saving my sorry ass out there – again."
"That's what I'm here for. Cat burglar, leg work, bodyguard…"
"Max, I mean it. It's been stupid of me, I shouldn't have been there, not…not without the exo at least."
Max shrugged again and smiled. "That never stopped you."
"Talking about it, would you mind helping me to the living room. I've been staring at this wall for a day now."
"You sure?"
"Yes." That was all Max needed. Logan gsmiled gratefully. Asha would have declared him nuts, but Max didn't. She was just there to support him, she trusted him, didn't treat him like a puppy. There it was again, the comparing!
**
Asha entered the apartment tiredly. She could immediately hear voices and laughter, and from the living room dull light cast out into the hallway.
Carefully she closed the door behind her and sneaked closer to cast a glance around the corner. A sharp pain went through her heart at what she saw.
Max and Logan sat on the couch, her legs lying across his lap. They both giggled and laughed, totally relaxed.
There was another sting in Asha's heart when she looked at Logan. There was something about his eyes… they suddenly sparkled – he was happy, she hadn't seen him like that ever since she had returned.
He had never looked at her like this, so lovingly and warm. There had always been this look of apprehension and sadness in every feature, in every look.
A single tear made its way down her cheek when she made her decision, and she angrily wiped it away. After one more look at the happy couple she turned around in order to leave unseen.
She closed her eyes and cursed silently when she felt the touch and heard the sound of something heavy falling to the floor.
Max and Logan were immediately alarmed and Max stood up, her body tense. She gracefully sneaked around the corner to find Asha standing there, holding something in her hands.
Asha looked up, then back down at the golden statue. "I think this belongs to you." She held out Bast, smiling sadly.
Max took it, understanding the deeper meaning behind Asha's words. She obviously knew about the story of Bast, and this was her sign of surrender.
"Asha, I'm sorry," Logan had managed to transfer into his chair by himself and now slowly rolled into the hallway. "You deserve so much better. I just…"
"It's okay. You don't have to explain. I always knew I was nothing but a sidekick." She bent down to give Logan a final kiss on the cheek. "You two are meant to be."
She straightened and opened her bag, handing Logan a CD. "I found this by chance. Don't let it fall into the wrong hands. Good bye."
"Thank you," Max said tonelessly.
Asha quickly left the apartment, afraid to lose her composure in front of the couple.
Logan frowned and opened the box, staring at the CD. He took it out and let it slide through his long fingers.
"What is it?" Max finally found her voice again.
"The footage from you shooting that guy. She had found it."
"She could have reported me," Max stated.
"Yeah," Logan agreed. "She should have." Then he looked up at Max, smiling while his strong fingers easily broke the CD into pieces.
Max watched the pieces fall to the floor then reached for Logan's hand. "Do you think we can start over without letting the past haunt us? We might find out who did this to me, or we might not. But I honestly don't care as long as I have you back."
Logan pulled her closer and gave her a kiss on the lips, his blue eyes locking with her deep brown ones. God he had missed her! "I'd love to!"
THE END
There might be a sequel or there might not…I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
