A "Designate This" ficlet, Part 4
By ML Fan
AN: The character's thoughts are in Italics. This is continued from the preview. Rastafari, this story is already posted and completed on Dark Angel Reflections and this was a preview that I posted. I wanted to post the story exactly how it was there. which is why length will not change. I noticed that you have not written any fics much less DA fics yourself, so, I find it hard for you to come and disrespect someone else's work much less mine. I wanted to incorporate Zack while not there physically into the story and I think Logan would mention Zack and what he did. I do respect the characters and since you haven't written a DA fic, I find it hard for you to criticize anyone else including myself, most people at some point make grammatical errors at some point as was the case with the tense and Chapters 1 and 4 are different, Max has just gotten out of Manticore and heading to the Space Needle, now she goes to the Penthouse and finally sees Logan. While I respect your thoughts, I'd hope that you would have written a DA fic yourself before you come and judge mine to be lower than your standards. I also know that the DA fandom has gone through enough of a war as far as shipping goes; I didn't want it to be like that for fics as well. However, I, as anyone else wants to be respected for their work and effort and to me all you did was come here and trash my story with the intend of causing trouble. I'd think that you would have more to do with your time than that and deal with your problems in my story in a more mature way. I feel that blatantly disrespecting someone else's work especially when you've done no writing yourself is wrong and should not be tolerated, so if this continues from you, I will report you for abuse. Thank you to those who were courteous and respectful in their reviews.
No one in the world would taste like this. Max sighs contently. He looks like he hasn't slept or even bothered to comb much less cut his hair in weeks, but, he's still Logan. My Logan.
"Wow", says Logan dreamily.
"Right back at you", Max states.
"Are you okay? Can I interest you in a culinary miracle?"
Logan gives a her small smile.
I never thought I'd ever say that again. I don't want to force her to talk about Manticore, if she wants to she will. The last thing I'd want her to do is run after seeing her for three months, I couldn't bare that.
"Don't you want to talk more ? I mean I've just back to you after being stuck in a hell hole named Manticore and you look like you haven't slept or ate in days."
"If you want to, I'm game, I wasn't going to make you talk about it, if you don't want to."
"It's okay, talking about it helps, after one of your famous culinary miracles of course.
"How about baked chicken and mashed potatoes and carrots?"
"Sounds good to me. How did you score that chicken, by the way? I thought those were a delicacy these days."
"I have my ways, besides this is a special occasion, Max."
Max rolls her eyes, "Since when has having dinner with me a special occasion?"
"You know I never gave up hope that you were somehow still alive, but, I still just sat here for days, I couldn't move and right now I'm just very thankful that we can have dinner together again, Max."
"Logan, there was nothing you could've done other than gotten yourself hurt or even killed."
"You know me, I don't give up until I get what I want."
"Yes, Mr. I'm Going To Try To Save The World, all work and no fun."
Ding! "inner is ready."
Max smiles, "This girl is starving, all I've lived on is those God awful Manticore rations for the past three months, I missed having my own personal chef and the culinary miracles he prepares with little or no effort."
"I'm glad you still appreciate good cooking when you see it and that you haven't lost your wit." Logan smiles.
"o you still want to talk more, Logan?"
"If you still want to, then I'm game, if not, that's okay too."
I don't think I've ever seen someone eat so fast, I can't blame her though, she probably hasn't been eating properly since she's been gone. I mean she already told me what she thought of the food, no, she said rations that were served there.
Max's plate is empty and she looks up to see Logan's plate has barely been touched.
"Hey, Logan, are you alright? Here I am all done with my dinner and you've barely touched yours and I'm sure it's getting colder by the second. We can't just let all that good food go to waste, especially these days. What are you thinking so hard about now?"
"You, just you, Max."
"Well, maybe you haven't noticed, but, I'm not a dream, I'm sitting right across from you. What were you doing anyway? Watching me eat?"
Logan doesn't answer, but Max sees a small, guilty smile that wouldn't be seen, if it weren't for her x-ray vision.
Gotta admit that's cute, him watching me eat. He always puts others before himself that hasn't and most likely will never change. I think its part of the job description of saving the world and the downtrodden living in it, blah, blah, woof and all of that.
To Be Continued...
AN: The character's thoughts are in Italics. This is continued from the preview. Rastafari, this story is already posted and completed on Dark Angel Reflections and this was a preview that I posted. I wanted to post the story exactly how it was there. which is why length will not change. I noticed that you have not written any fics much less DA fics yourself, so, I find it hard for you to come and disrespect someone else's work much less mine. I wanted to incorporate Zack while not there physically into the story and I think Logan would mention Zack and what he did. I do respect the characters and since you haven't written a DA fic, I find it hard for you to criticize anyone else including myself, most people at some point make grammatical errors at some point as was the case with the tense and Chapters 1 and 4 are different, Max has just gotten out of Manticore and heading to the Space Needle, now she goes to the Penthouse and finally sees Logan. While I respect your thoughts, I'd hope that you would have written a DA fic yourself before you come and judge mine to be lower than your standards. I also know that the DA fandom has gone through enough of a war as far as shipping goes; I didn't want it to be like that for fics as well. However, I, as anyone else wants to be respected for their work and effort and to me all you did was come here and trash my story with the intend of causing trouble. I'd think that you would have more to do with your time than that and deal with your problems in my story in a more mature way. I feel that blatantly disrespecting someone else's work especially when you've done no writing yourself is wrong and should not be tolerated, so if this continues from you, I will report you for abuse. Thank you to those who were courteous and respectful in their reviews.
No one in the world would taste like this. Max sighs contently. He looks like he hasn't slept or even bothered to comb much less cut his hair in weeks, but, he's still Logan. My Logan.
"Wow", says Logan dreamily.
"Right back at you", Max states.
"Are you okay? Can I interest you in a culinary miracle?"
Logan gives a her small smile.
I never thought I'd ever say that again. I don't want to force her to talk about Manticore, if she wants to she will. The last thing I'd want her to do is run after seeing her for three months, I couldn't bare that.
"Don't you want to talk more ? I mean I've just back to you after being stuck in a hell hole named Manticore and you look like you haven't slept or ate in days."
"If you want to, I'm game, I wasn't going to make you talk about it, if you don't want to."
"It's okay, talking about it helps, after one of your famous culinary miracles of course.
"How about baked chicken and mashed potatoes and carrots?"
"Sounds good to me. How did you score that chicken, by the way? I thought those were a delicacy these days."
"I have my ways, besides this is a special occasion, Max."
Max rolls her eyes, "Since when has having dinner with me a special occasion?"
"You know I never gave up hope that you were somehow still alive, but, I still just sat here for days, I couldn't move and right now I'm just very thankful that we can have dinner together again, Max."
"Logan, there was nothing you could've done other than gotten yourself hurt or even killed."
"You know me, I don't give up until I get what I want."
"Yes, Mr. I'm Going To Try To Save The World, all work and no fun."
Ding! "inner is ready."
Max smiles, "This girl is starving, all I've lived on is those God awful Manticore rations for the past three months, I missed having my own personal chef and the culinary miracles he prepares with little or no effort."
"I'm glad you still appreciate good cooking when you see it and that you haven't lost your wit." Logan smiles.
"o you still want to talk more, Logan?"
"If you still want to, then I'm game, if not, that's okay too."
I don't think I've ever seen someone eat so fast, I can't blame her though, she probably hasn't been eating properly since she's been gone. I mean she already told me what she thought of the food, no, she said rations that were served there.
Max's plate is empty and she looks up to see Logan's plate has barely been touched.
"Hey, Logan, are you alright? Here I am all done with my dinner and you've barely touched yours and I'm sure it's getting colder by the second. We can't just let all that good food go to waste, especially these days. What are you thinking so hard about now?"
"You, just you, Max."
"Well, maybe you haven't noticed, but, I'm not a dream, I'm sitting right across from you. What were you doing anyway? Watching me eat?"
Logan doesn't answer, but Max sees a small, guilty smile that wouldn't be seen, if it weren't for her x-ray vision.
Gotta admit that's cute, him watching me eat. He always puts others before himself that hasn't and most likely will never change. I think its part of the job description of saving the world and the downtrodden living in it, blah, blah, woof and all of that.
To Be Continued...