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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and do not intend to make money by writing this or anything.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. And M/L Only, what's Logan should be oomph?:- )
Have fun!
**
LIKE A BAD DREAM 5
*
Another six days passed without any news from Max. Logan tried to keep track of the two suspects, but they seemed to be more careful, have vanished – or it had been a wrong lead in the first place. Hell, it had sure been a completely wrong assumption. After all, it had only been based on two guys booking rooms in the same hotel. They had worked together, maybe they were friends, or maybe they didn't even know the other way there, too.
Life was full of coincidences.
The longer he thought about it, the more obvious it seemed that he had been wrong. He had sent Max and her siblings to a whole other state, and they had lost precious time. How could he have done that?
Hope crying woke him from his thoughts. He quickly made his way over to the bedroom. She was lying in her small bed, which did not have the usual high safety piling because he would have a hard time reaching her from his sitting position. Now that she was close to learning to walk they would have to figure out something else, he mused. Right, we.
He sighed again when he positioned his daughter in his lap. "Can't stop thinking about your Mommy, huh? You miss her? Me too. But she will be back, and till then we're just gonna have to try to have some fun, okay?"
In answer, Hope twisted around and grabbed his glasses. He couldn't help but laugh. "Leaving those to me just doesn't agree with you, huh?" he gently, but firmly placed her in his lap again and adjusted his spectacles. When she finally sat still, satisfied with hitting his thigh and wriggling the fabric of his baggy pants he wheeled to the kitchen to prepare dinner for his daughter.
After that he busied himself with bathing the baby. He realized that she was basically too big for the sink, but right now he didn't have much of a choice. He had never bathed her in the deep bathtub and wasn't sure if that was a good idea from his awkward position. But he had learnt to improvise and deal with tricky situations. Bathing his daughter was something he definitely was able to do.
"Logan?"
"Bathroom!"
"Oh, okay."
He laughed. "I'm bathing Hope, you are free to come in!"
Cindy's face appeared around the corner. "HI. I thought I'd spent the evening with my favourite DVD player owner." She smiled and waved a DVD in front of his face. "Lord of the Rings, special edition. Wizards, hobbits, Urukays, the whole deal. Three movies."
"Isn't each like three hours long?" Logan lifted the baby from the sink and made Cindy a sign to spread the fluffy towel on the low table in the corner.
"Right, but it's not like we have to watch them all tonight."
"Good." He efficiently prepared Hope for the night and Cindy stayed with him, telling him about her day at work and how annoying Normal was with his continuously 'bip bip bip'.
*
Eventually Hope was settled in for the night and asleep. Logan wheeled to the living room where Cindy had made herself comfortable on the couch. He was surprised that she had even brought comfortable pants and a T-Shirt that was a lot bigger than her usual outfits.
"Don't say a word," she warned him. "When I once get the chance to watch one of the best movies of all times lying on a comfy couch, a big screen TV in front of me and a nice guy next to me, I wanna be comfortable," she smiled mischievously.
Logan grinned and tiredly transferred himself to the couch next to her. "Oh, I forgot. There are potato chips and coke in the kitchen. And if you want some wine help yourself." Cindy frowned for a second. There was an evil glint in his eyes, but she couldn't figure it out. Suspiciously she got up and turned around when she heard him let out a triumphant scream. He was waving the soft blanket she'd been covered with before over his head.
"Original Cindy ain't gonna forget that. You better watch out."
"That a threat?"
She chose not to answer and walked to the kitchen gracefully instead.
When she returned with a bowl of chips, a bottle of coke and two glasses she plopped down next to him, vigorously conquering half the blanket and tugging her feet beneath. Then she looked at him carefully, he looked tired. "You know, if you feel like going to bed…"
"No, I'm fine. Don't really wanna sleep anyway."
"Nightmares?" She asked sympathetically.
He nodded. Cindy was a good friend and he felt like he could let his guards down with her. That was something Max had taught him; that bottling up all his feelings sometimes wasn't the best thing to do. "Each time I wake up, I realize that she is not here. That hurts." He broke the eye contact and stared at his thighs "You know, I used to think that facing a life in this damn chair is the worst thing that could happen to me. Then I realized that having to face a life without Max is so much worse- and now, the uncertainty, and the responsibility for a baby…" He looked at Cindy. "I just don't think I could do this on my own. How am I supposed to raise a child all by myself? Me of all people!"
"You ain't makin' a helluva lot of sense here," Cindy disagreed defiantly.
"Look at me! Hope needs somebody who can keep up with her, somebody who can play catch with her, teach her how to play baseball, basketball, go camping, mountain climbing, all the fun stuff normal Daddies do…And now that Max is gone, she doesn't even have a Mom who could…"
He couldn't finish his little speech because Cindy had jumped up and was hovering over him. "I don't wanna hear ya talk like that or I'll kick your skinny ass from here to the top of the Space Needle, aiight? First of all, you are a wonderful Dad, and second of all, Max – is – going – to – come – back!" She sank down again, refusing to look at him. "And now let's watch some good old Peter Jackson movie." She tossed the remote in his lap.
"You know, you don't look half as scary wearing pyjama bottoms and baggy shirts," he grinned, and was rewarded with a cushion in his face. "Oomph."
They sat together in companionable silence through the entire first movie, munching chips and drinking coke like teenagers. Logan felt himself relax. All of the sudden things didn't look that bleak anymore. Cindy probably was right and Max would be back before he knew. He loved her and trusted her. She would not put her life on the line if she could avoid it.
Original Cindy tucked her feet under his leg. Logan frowned at her, watching the movement under the blanket intently, not quite sure what she was doing there.
"Cold feet," she shrugged. "And you're nice and warm!" She grinned cheekily. Logan sniggered at her. Over the past few days they grew closer and he didn't feel awkward anymore. He began to appreciate her easy-going nature.
*
When the movie was over, Logan struggled to sit up straighter, and the sudden movement didn't agree with his legs. They apparently had settled for a calm night already.
He didn't notice until Cindy jumped up in surprise, though. "What the hell was that?"
"What?" He looked puzzled.
"You just moved." There was a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Yes, to sit up," he said with raised eyebrows.
"No, I mean, your legs just moved!" She looked down at the blanket still covering Logan's limbs. "They still do!"
Logan sighed and pushed the blanket to the floor, frowning at his legs and trying to swing them over the side of the couch when the nasty spasm ran up his back. He hissed in pain. "Damn it," he grunted.
"Logan?"
"Spasms," he gasped in explanation while he tried to massage his back. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna stand up now," he said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Does it hurt?" Cindy felt helpless and that wasn't something she was used to.
"Just my back." He leaned forward to stretch his back muscles and hoped by putting his weight on his thighs, he could stop the trembling. When that didn't work, he started to massage his right leg, as usually that was the one affected more.
Cindy finally remembered her usual straight-out attitude. "Let me help." Without waiting for an answer she kneeled down on couch next o him and carefully started to massage his back, feeling the little spasms rippling underneath her fingers. She hoped she could offer him some relief.
"Better?" she asked after a few minutes.
"Yeah, thanks."
"No big dealio," she smiled relieved.
"Sorry about this." He couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious and embarrassed.
"Don't be. I just didn't know…" She sensed his discomfort and stood up. "I'll go for little girls, and you can decide if you're up for another dose of Middle Earth adventures."
"'K." He slowly sank back in the cushions, relieved that the spasms seemed to have subsided completely. His back would be a little sore tomorrow, but that was something he was used to.
TBC…
Okay, maybe Logan appears whiny again. I'm not able to change that, sorry guys!!! I'm not creative enough I guess.
And in my defence: I had planned on ending this after "oomph", but OD made me write the spasms scene. And I kinda enjoyed it. But if he appears weak here, she is to be blamed!
Hey this is Original D here - I just hacked into this file - so blame me if you don't like the spasm scene and I promise that I'll kick your ass!:-) – OD
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and do not intend to make money by writing this or anything.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. And M/L Only, what's Logan should be oomph?:- )
Have fun!
**
LIKE A BAD DREAM 5
*
Another six days passed without any news from Max. Logan tried to keep track of the two suspects, but they seemed to be more careful, have vanished – or it had been a wrong lead in the first place. Hell, it had sure been a completely wrong assumption. After all, it had only been based on two guys booking rooms in the same hotel. They had worked together, maybe they were friends, or maybe they didn't even know the other way there, too.
Life was full of coincidences.
The longer he thought about it, the more obvious it seemed that he had been wrong. He had sent Max and her siblings to a whole other state, and they had lost precious time. How could he have done that?
Hope crying woke him from his thoughts. He quickly made his way over to the bedroom. She was lying in her small bed, which did not have the usual high safety piling because he would have a hard time reaching her from his sitting position. Now that she was close to learning to walk they would have to figure out something else, he mused. Right, we.
He sighed again when he positioned his daughter in his lap. "Can't stop thinking about your Mommy, huh? You miss her? Me too. But she will be back, and till then we're just gonna have to try to have some fun, okay?"
In answer, Hope twisted around and grabbed his glasses. He couldn't help but laugh. "Leaving those to me just doesn't agree with you, huh?" he gently, but firmly placed her in his lap again and adjusted his spectacles. When she finally sat still, satisfied with hitting his thigh and wriggling the fabric of his baggy pants he wheeled to the kitchen to prepare dinner for his daughter.
After that he busied himself with bathing the baby. He realized that she was basically too big for the sink, but right now he didn't have much of a choice. He had never bathed her in the deep bathtub and wasn't sure if that was a good idea from his awkward position. But he had learnt to improvise and deal with tricky situations. Bathing his daughter was something he definitely was able to do.
"Logan?"
"Bathroom!"
"Oh, okay."
He laughed. "I'm bathing Hope, you are free to come in!"
Cindy's face appeared around the corner. "HI. I thought I'd spent the evening with my favourite DVD player owner." She smiled and waved a DVD in front of his face. "Lord of the Rings, special edition. Wizards, hobbits, Urukays, the whole deal. Three movies."
"Isn't each like three hours long?" Logan lifted the baby from the sink and made Cindy a sign to spread the fluffy towel on the low table in the corner.
"Right, but it's not like we have to watch them all tonight."
"Good." He efficiently prepared Hope for the night and Cindy stayed with him, telling him about her day at work and how annoying Normal was with his continuously 'bip bip bip'.
*
Eventually Hope was settled in for the night and asleep. Logan wheeled to the living room where Cindy had made herself comfortable on the couch. He was surprised that she had even brought comfortable pants and a T-Shirt that was a lot bigger than her usual outfits.
"Don't say a word," she warned him. "When I once get the chance to watch one of the best movies of all times lying on a comfy couch, a big screen TV in front of me and a nice guy next to me, I wanna be comfortable," she smiled mischievously.
Logan grinned and tiredly transferred himself to the couch next to her. "Oh, I forgot. There are potato chips and coke in the kitchen. And if you want some wine help yourself." Cindy frowned for a second. There was an evil glint in his eyes, but she couldn't figure it out. Suspiciously she got up and turned around when she heard him let out a triumphant scream. He was waving the soft blanket she'd been covered with before over his head.
"Original Cindy ain't gonna forget that. You better watch out."
"That a threat?"
She chose not to answer and walked to the kitchen gracefully instead.
When she returned with a bowl of chips, a bottle of coke and two glasses she plopped down next to him, vigorously conquering half the blanket and tugging her feet beneath. Then she looked at him carefully, he looked tired. "You know, if you feel like going to bed…"
"No, I'm fine. Don't really wanna sleep anyway."
"Nightmares?" She asked sympathetically.
He nodded. Cindy was a good friend and he felt like he could let his guards down with her. That was something Max had taught him; that bottling up all his feelings sometimes wasn't the best thing to do. "Each time I wake up, I realize that she is not here. That hurts." He broke the eye contact and stared at his thighs "You know, I used to think that facing a life in this damn chair is the worst thing that could happen to me. Then I realized that having to face a life without Max is so much worse- and now, the uncertainty, and the responsibility for a baby…" He looked at Cindy. "I just don't think I could do this on my own. How am I supposed to raise a child all by myself? Me of all people!"
"You ain't makin' a helluva lot of sense here," Cindy disagreed defiantly.
"Look at me! Hope needs somebody who can keep up with her, somebody who can play catch with her, teach her how to play baseball, basketball, go camping, mountain climbing, all the fun stuff normal Daddies do…And now that Max is gone, she doesn't even have a Mom who could…"
He couldn't finish his little speech because Cindy had jumped up and was hovering over him. "I don't wanna hear ya talk like that or I'll kick your skinny ass from here to the top of the Space Needle, aiight? First of all, you are a wonderful Dad, and second of all, Max – is – going – to – come – back!" She sank down again, refusing to look at him. "And now let's watch some good old Peter Jackson movie." She tossed the remote in his lap.
"You know, you don't look half as scary wearing pyjama bottoms and baggy shirts," he grinned, and was rewarded with a cushion in his face. "Oomph."
They sat together in companionable silence through the entire first movie, munching chips and drinking coke like teenagers. Logan felt himself relax. All of the sudden things didn't look that bleak anymore. Cindy probably was right and Max would be back before he knew. He loved her and trusted her. She would not put her life on the line if she could avoid it.
Original Cindy tucked her feet under his leg. Logan frowned at her, watching the movement under the blanket intently, not quite sure what she was doing there.
"Cold feet," she shrugged. "And you're nice and warm!" She grinned cheekily. Logan sniggered at her. Over the past few days they grew closer and he didn't feel awkward anymore. He began to appreciate her easy-going nature.
*
When the movie was over, Logan struggled to sit up straighter, and the sudden movement didn't agree with his legs. They apparently had settled for a calm night already.
He didn't notice until Cindy jumped up in surprise, though. "What the hell was that?"
"What?" He looked puzzled.
"You just moved." There was a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Yes, to sit up," he said with raised eyebrows.
"No, I mean, your legs just moved!" She looked down at the blanket still covering Logan's limbs. "They still do!"
Logan sighed and pushed the blanket to the floor, frowning at his legs and trying to swing them over the side of the couch when the nasty spasm ran up his back. He hissed in pain. "Damn it," he grunted.
"Logan?"
"Spasms," he gasped in explanation while he tried to massage his back. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna stand up now," he said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Does it hurt?" Cindy felt helpless and that wasn't something she was used to.
"Just my back." He leaned forward to stretch his back muscles and hoped by putting his weight on his thighs, he could stop the trembling. When that didn't work, he started to massage his right leg, as usually that was the one affected more.
Cindy finally remembered her usual straight-out attitude. "Let me help." Without waiting for an answer she kneeled down on couch next o him and carefully started to massage his back, feeling the little spasms rippling underneath her fingers. She hoped she could offer him some relief.
"Better?" she asked after a few minutes.
"Yeah, thanks."
"No big dealio," she smiled relieved.
"Sorry about this." He couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious and embarrassed.
"Don't be. I just didn't know…" She sensed his discomfort and stood up. "I'll go for little girls, and you can decide if you're up for another dose of Middle Earth adventures."
"'K." He slowly sank back in the cushions, relieved that the spasms seemed to have subsided completely. His back would be a little sore tomorrow, but that was something he was used to.
TBC…
Okay, maybe Logan appears whiny again. I'm not able to change that, sorry guys!!! I'm not creative enough I guess.
And in my defence: I had planned on ending this after "oomph", but OD made me write the spasms scene. And I kinda enjoyed it. But if he appears weak here, she is to be blamed!
Hey this is Original D here - I just hacked into this file - so blame me if you don't like the spasm scene and I promise that I'll kick your ass!:-) – OD