It Was In Her Eyes
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, the story is.
Rating: PG
E-mail: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
Yahoo! Group: KyiziFic
Spoilers: Pollo Loco
Notes: Just a short POV companion to my fic "It Was In His Eyes" at Roxie21's request, sorry it took so long! :)
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He stared through the rain streaked glass, watching the blinking lights of the city; that one thing around him that he couldn't change, and possibly the only thing that he wouldn't want to change. The lights made him feel at ease, made him realise that there was something around him that he could always count on to stay the same. People would move in and out of his life, but somewhere, a light would always be on.
He sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes. It didn't seem to matter what he was doing or thinking about, he couldn't get his mind off Max. It wasn't as if that was an unusual occurrence, he thought about Max all the time, but this was different. Ever since Lydecker had sent him those photographs, everything had changed. At first, he couldn't look at Max without seeing that childlike face smeared with blood and he had to admit to himself that it had made him incredibly uneasy.
He couldn't explain why he had kept the photographs, but he had. It was as if he had to see them to prove to himself that she had changed, and that made him feel so guilty. He knew Max, he knew her, and he hated that he had felt the need to remind himself of who she was. She was not the same person she had been as a child; she had been trained to kill, trained to believe what she was told, made to follow orders. But she wasn't that little girl anymore, she had been fighting that for so long, she had been fighting what they had made her, and she wasn't that person anymore. He wasn't even sure that was who she had ever been.
He knew what she was, who she was, and he knew that was the person she would always be with him. But he had also seen what she had been, and what was worse was that she knew he had. There was just something that told him. It was in her eyes. The way she had stared at him, asked him what was wrong and he'd lied to her, told her it was nothing. But she wasn't stupid and neither was he. It was their biggest pretend. Their lack of communication may end up being what finally tore them apart, but he didn't know how to fix that.
His conversation with Lydecker had unnerved him. How had the man known about Max? How had Lydecker known about him and Max? She may have been trained to kill, but that wasn't who she was, no matter what Lydecker said. He knew Max wasn't the 'girl next door', but he also knew that she was not a cold blooded killer. She was Max. Simple as that. All he had to do was figure out how to make sure he didn't lose her.
He glanced out the window again, and traced his fingers down the rain streaks. The city was going to sleep around him, noises were fading and the world was getting dark. He knew that he had to speak to Max, he had to make her understand that he didn't have to forgive her or even forget what she had done, because he knew her and he knew that it was neither his place to forgive, nor his right to remember or hold it over her. She had been a child trained to kill, and that was what she had done. She was different now. And he would make sure that she knew that.
He watched the city, listened to the fading noises, watched as the lights blinked around him, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could see it, he could wish for it. Another light went on.
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The End
