A "Designate This" Preview Of Part 4
By ML Fan
AN: The disclaimers remain the same. The character's thoughts are in Italics. This is not completed yet and the following is what I have written so far and I thought that people who are reading deserved a preview, so here goes. Babyangel86, this story is already completed so the length of the chapters won't change in this story, keep in mind that this is a ficlet and intended to be short and in most cases much shorter than this ficlet. I just wanted to share this ficlet with other M/L shippers like yourself. Again, thank you to everyone who reviewed the previous chapters of this ficlet as well as my previous DA ficlets and poem.
Well, you're here now, are you just going to stand there or are you going to face your fear? Come on, Max, it won't be that hard, you broke out of Manticore and became a caring and compassionate person with friends like your best boo, OC, things that you know were never apart of the educational cirriculum at Manticore. Truth is, if anything, any kind of emotional attachments were on the top of the list of big no no's, but, you have friends here that care for you and you would do anything to help them, even your eccentric, George W. Bush loving boss, Normal.
Outside of Logan's penthouse door.
Damn, opening this door is a little harder than I thought. Then again, I haven't had a lot of practice in picking locks at penthouses lately.
Oh, there's a light on, he has never been one to sleep much at night, not at least until he helps all of the downtrodden people in this city. Why should I be surprised? Thinking so much and the fact that I have had to eat those God forsaken Manticore rations for three months probably isn't exactly helping me here. Max sighs and finally opens the door while trying to be as quiet as possible.
"Logan", Max whispers.
That voice, I'd recognize it anywhere. It can't be though; Max died in my arms three months ago. I must be hallucinating, or someone is playing some really sick practical joke on me.
"Logan", Max whispers again.
"It's me, Max."
"You can't be Max, she died in my arms three months ago."
"It's a long story, but I didn't die, at least for more than a few minutes. Zack gave me his heart so I could live. Remember how you told me that we have all the time in the world and how it didn't matter to me if you walked or not."
Wow, Zack gave up his heart and life for her, I have more respect for him than I did before.
These are things that only things that Max would know... I mean she couldn't have told anyone about that because, we went to take down Manticore right after that conversation.
"Max", Logan says thinking he would never say that name again.
He walks over to Max and kisses her gently at first, but the passion that had always been underlying begins to take over.
No one else in the world would taste just like this. She does look and feel thinner and her hair looks straighter to me and she has probably gone through hell, but, someway, somehow she still came back to me.
AN: The disclaimers remain the same. The character's thoughts are in Italics. This is not completed yet and the following is what I have written so far and I thought that people who are reading deserved a preview, so here goes. Babyangel86, this story is already completed so the length of the chapters won't change in this story, keep in mind that this is a ficlet and intended to be short and in most cases much shorter than this ficlet. I just wanted to share this ficlet with other M/L shippers like yourself. Again, thank you to everyone who reviewed the previous chapters of this ficlet as well as my previous DA ficlets and poem.
Well, you're here now, are you just going to stand there or are you going to face your fear? Come on, Max, it won't be that hard, you broke out of Manticore and became a caring and compassionate person with friends like your best boo, OC, things that you know were never apart of the educational cirriculum at Manticore. Truth is, if anything, any kind of emotional attachments were on the top of the list of big no no's, but, you have friends here that care for you and you would do anything to help them, even your eccentric, George W. Bush loving boss, Normal.
Outside of Logan's penthouse door.
Damn, opening this door is a little harder than I thought. Then again, I haven't had a lot of practice in picking locks at penthouses lately.
Oh, there's a light on, he has never been one to sleep much at night, not at least until he helps all of the downtrodden people in this city. Why should I be surprised? Thinking so much and the fact that I have had to eat those God forsaken Manticore rations for three months probably isn't exactly helping me here. Max sighs and finally opens the door while trying to be as quiet as possible.
"Logan", Max whispers.
That voice, I'd recognize it anywhere. It can't be though; Max died in my arms three months ago. I must be hallucinating, or someone is playing some really sick practical joke on me.
"Logan", Max whispers again.
"It's me, Max."
"You can't be Max, she died in my arms three months ago."
"It's a long story, but I didn't die, at least for more than a few minutes. Zack gave me his heart so I could live. Remember how you told me that we have all the time in the world and how it didn't matter to me if you walked or not."
Wow, Zack gave up his heart and life for her, I have more respect for him than I did before.
These are things that only things that Max would know... I mean she couldn't have told anyone about that because, we went to take down Manticore right after that conversation.
"Max", Logan says thinking he would never say that name again.
He walks over to Max and kisses her gently at first, but the passion that had always been underlying begins to take over.
No one else in the world would taste just like this. She does look and feel thinner and her hair looks straighter to me and she has probably gone through hell, but, someway, somehow she still came back to me.