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Disclaimer: Still the same.
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LIKE A BAD DREAM 6
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It had taken Max some time to convince the other X-5s to follow the lead Logan had provided. "It's all we got. We can stay here and wait for a miracle, or we can jump at the one chance we've got right no. Of course it might be wrong, but we got nothin' to lose."
Eventually Syl and Jondy had agreed and Krit was outnumbered. So they made their way up to Montana on their motorcycles that same night.
**
Logan woke up and stirred at the sounds coming from the kitchen. He smiled. Max and Hope were already having breakfast.
He struggled to sit up and was surprised and slightly puzzled about finding himself on the couch in the living room instead of in his own comfy bed – and all of the sudden realization hit him, hard.
That wasn't Max's voice in the kitchen. Max wasn't even there.
He sighed and clumsily transferred to his wheelchair. His back felt sore and ached after the cramps and the night on the couch. But he was used to that, it wouldn't make much of a difference.
Slowly he made his way to the kitchen and nodded his good mornings at Cindy and Bling who both tried to entertain his wide awake offspring.
"Mornin'!" Without commenting on it, Cindy tossed a cup into his lap. "You fell asleep during the movie. I didn't want to wake you, you seemed to sleep peacefully."
He nodded again, pouring himself a cup of coffee, frowning at his face mirrored in the silver pot. His hair was a mess and he looked still tired. His stubble a little longer than cute.
"We thought about going out for a picnic, the sun's out for once," Bling tried carefully.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Have to stay here in case Max calls," he tried to sound casual, but failed miserably. To hide, he wheeled out of the kitchen.
Rolling his eyes, Bling handed the baby to Original Cindy and followed his friend to the office where Logan had busied himself with booting up various computers.
"You can't do that to yourself," Bling stated matter-of-factly.
"What are you talking about?" Logan didn't even look up.
"Damn it. I know you, you are about to build up those impenetrable walls around you again, like you always do when something happens you don't want to deal with. But you know what? This time it's not just about you anymore. You've got a little girl who needs you. She is already missing her Mom badly enough, and now she is about to lose her father, too."
Logan leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath with his eyes closed and running his hands over his face. He knew Bling was right, of course he did, but it wasn't that easy.
And the therapist pushed on, feeling that he was getting to his friend, "You need to keep going, if not for you then at least for Hope. And now come on, take a shower, get dressed and we'll head out. Cindy and I both took the day off."
"Okay," Logan agreed. "But I get to take my cell with me." He wheeled towards the bathroom but stopped in the doorway. Without turning around he said, "Thanks," and then disappeared.
**
Logan was glad he had let his friends talk him into the day in the park. At first he had been a little self-conscious. He hadn't been in public places without the exoskeleton lately. But he couldn't risk wearing it for an entire day, especially not after last night's spasms.
Bling and Cindy helped to put him at ease and when he came home he felt a lot more relaxed and settled.
Bling had offered to stay for the night, but he had gently refused. He had to make it alone- with Hope. The baby had been up almost all day long and fell asleep the moment he put her down.
For a long time he just sat there, watching her sleep peacefully. "You look like an angel, just like your Mom does when she sleeps," he whispered lovingly. "I can't believe we created something as perfect as you."
His musings were broken by the sound of the phone ringing in his office. He quickly backed up and left Hope alone.
"Yeah?" he answered breathlessly. "Max?"
"Sorry, it's just me," Cindy apologized. "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be over for breakfast if that's okay with you."
"Sure," Logan answered, unable to hide his disappointment.
"She's fine, trust me. And now get some sleep. See ya in the morning."
"Good night." Logan put the phone back down and sighed. He wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so instead he set the brakes of his wheelchair in front of the computer and started to work.
Only minutes later he let out a whistle. Due to a lack of better ideas he had checked the police files for the license plate of the rented van. "Max, now you really need to call me…"
**
TBC
I'm sorry nothing happened, but I warned you, this ain't about action! I hope you still enjoyed reading it.
Disclaimer: Still the same.
**
LIKE A BAD DREAM 6
*
It had taken Max some time to convince the other X-5s to follow the lead Logan had provided. "It's all we got. We can stay here and wait for a miracle, or we can jump at the one chance we've got right no. Of course it might be wrong, but we got nothin' to lose."
Eventually Syl and Jondy had agreed and Krit was outnumbered. So they made their way up to Montana on their motorcycles that same night.
**
Logan woke up and stirred at the sounds coming from the kitchen. He smiled. Max and Hope were already having breakfast.
He struggled to sit up and was surprised and slightly puzzled about finding himself on the couch in the living room instead of in his own comfy bed – and all of the sudden realization hit him, hard.
That wasn't Max's voice in the kitchen. Max wasn't even there.
He sighed and clumsily transferred to his wheelchair. His back felt sore and ached after the cramps and the night on the couch. But he was used to that, it wouldn't make much of a difference.
Slowly he made his way to the kitchen and nodded his good mornings at Cindy and Bling who both tried to entertain his wide awake offspring.
"Mornin'!" Without commenting on it, Cindy tossed a cup into his lap. "You fell asleep during the movie. I didn't want to wake you, you seemed to sleep peacefully."
He nodded again, pouring himself a cup of coffee, frowning at his face mirrored in the silver pot. His hair was a mess and he looked still tired. His stubble a little longer than cute.
"We thought about going out for a picnic, the sun's out for once," Bling tried carefully.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Have to stay here in case Max calls," he tried to sound casual, but failed miserably. To hide, he wheeled out of the kitchen.
Rolling his eyes, Bling handed the baby to Original Cindy and followed his friend to the office where Logan had busied himself with booting up various computers.
"You can't do that to yourself," Bling stated matter-of-factly.
"What are you talking about?" Logan didn't even look up.
"Damn it. I know you, you are about to build up those impenetrable walls around you again, like you always do when something happens you don't want to deal with. But you know what? This time it's not just about you anymore. You've got a little girl who needs you. She is already missing her Mom badly enough, and now she is about to lose her father, too."
Logan leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath with his eyes closed and running his hands over his face. He knew Bling was right, of course he did, but it wasn't that easy.
And the therapist pushed on, feeling that he was getting to his friend, "You need to keep going, if not for you then at least for Hope. And now come on, take a shower, get dressed and we'll head out. Cindy and I both took the day off."
"Okay," Logan agreed. "But I get to take my cell with me." He wheeled towards the bathroom but stopped in the doorway. Without turning around he said, "Thanks," and then disappeared.
**
Logan was glad he had let his friends talk him into the day in the park. At first he had been a little self-conscious. He hadn't been in public places without the exoskeleton lately. But he couldn't risk wearing it for an entire day, especially not after last night's spasms.
Bling and Cindy helped to put him at ease and when he came home he felt a lot more relaxed and settled.
Bling had offered to stay for the night, but he had gently refused. He had to make it alone- with Hope. The baby had been up almost all day long and fell asleep the moment he put her down.
For a long time he just sat there, watching her sleep peacefully. "You look like an angel, just like your Mom does when she sleeps," he whispered lovingly. "I can't believe we created something as perfect as you."
His musings were broken by the sound of the phone ringing in his office. He quickly backed up and left Hope alone.
"Yeah?" he answered breathlessly. "Max?"
"Sorry, it's just me," Cindy apologized. "I just wanted to let you know that I'll be over for breakfast if that's okay with you."
"Sure," Logan answered, unable to hide his disappointment.
"She's fine, trust me. And now get some sleep. See ya in the morning."
"Good night." Logan put the phone back down and sighed. He wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so instead he set the brakes of his wheelchair in front of the computer and started to work.
Only minutes later he let out a whistle. Due to a lack of better ideas he had checked the police files for the license plate of the rented van. "Max, now you really need to call me…"
**
TBC
I'm sorry nothing happened, but I warned you, this ain't about action! I hope you still enjoyed reading it.