Disclaimer: Doesn't ever change.
A/N: Just enjoy. I know that Logan might not be in character, but I've already written the story and now I don't want to have it on my computer and never post it. I promise that I'll try to get better the next time!
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LIKE A BAD DREAM 7
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The sound of the phone ringing woke him in the middle of the night. The last night he had hardly slept and he had spent the day continuing to stare at the phone, hoping for Max to call.
In between he had tried to deal with his cranky daughter who seemed to miss Max more than ever before.
Around midnight he had finally gotten her to fall asleep and he had decided to give in to his exhaustion and go to bed, too- well, Bling had made him, and he had also taken the baby with him to the guest bedroom so she wouldn't wake her Dad at night.
Now Logan blindly groped for the phone and hoarsely answered, in his half asleep state not really thinking about what it all was about. "Yeah."
"Logan, it's me."
"Max!" He was wide awake immediately.
"We're in that town now, well, town's an exaggeration. But we haven't found anything."
"But I did. The guy didn't return the van in time, and the car rent agency informed the police. They eventually found the van a few miles across the Canadian border. I checked the address; it's a pretty isolated farmhouse- ideal to hide something, or someone."
"Cool. Guess it might be a lead."
"And it gets even better. I found out Sullivan's credit card number. He used it to buy a large array of medication. Relaxations, pain killers…you do the maths."
She whistled.
""Max, this might be totally wrong."
"I know, but it's all we've got."
"And even if it's right," he continued, "you can't tell what you are up against. What if it's a trap?" His voice cracked slightly and it almost broke Max's heart.
She didn't have a good feeling about that either, but she needed to put him at ease. She couldn't stand the thought of him worrying. "I'll be careful, Logan. You two are the most important things in my life, and I won't risk losing this. Give Hope a kiss and tell her I'm gonna be back soon. I miss you guys."
"I miss you too, so much."
"I gotta blaze," and with that the connection was broken.
Logan put the phone to his chest, holding it with both hands while he stared at the ceiling. So this was the night. He knew Max, they wouldn't waste any time.
He sighed and prepared to transfer. He slowly wheeled to the guest bedroom, carefully he opened the door and saw Bling sleeping soundly, snoring slightly. He entered, stopped in front of Hope's bed, and carefully reached for her. She stirred but didn't wake up. He wheeled back to his bedroom, placed the baby on Max's side of the bed and then transferred back in and shoved his legs under the warm bedding. He moved Hope closer to him and the little girl immediately snuggled closer, sleeping with a slight smile playing around her soft, delicate lips.
He took a deep breath and prayed for Max to stay safe.
**
Max felt incredibly exhausted, but a huge weight was taken from her shoulders. They had rescued Zack, it had been easier than they had expected. Apparently the two doctors had underestimated the capability of X5s to work together. Zack had found out that they had worked with X2 – and those never had developed a sense of community. They had been lone warriors, incapable of bonding, of building up relationships and of working with others to reach a goal. They hadn't expected other soldiers to come to help Zack.
Why they hadn't known was beyond Zack and the others. Krit and Syl had not hesitated to punish the two doctors. Only two bullets had been wasted.
Now they sat together in a run down motel room somewhere right behind the border to Canada.
Max felt tired and slightly dizzy. Her head killed her and her stomach didn't seem to agree with the hamburger from earlier.
God, Logan had spoiled her! Logan! He was probably worried to death, knowing that if his lead had been correct they had gone for it that very night.
She carefully glanced up to see her sibling sitting or lying around lazily. The tension had fallen off from all of them. Zack sat backwards on a chair and had Jondy examine his bruises, abrasions, and cuts.
The psychiatrist had made some lame attempts to brainwash him and the medical doctor had examined his DNA, apparently wanting to replicate it and create his clone.
But Zack had had the impression that this whole plan had been very vague and that they had not thought it through.
This was what he was telling his siblings when Max woke from her reveries. "But how did they find you in the first place?"
Zack grunted. "Stupidity. For once I'd let my guards down. I was at a pub, had a few too many beers and tequilas, and that one guy wanted to fight me. I kicked his ass, but all of the sudden the entire pub went crazy and I had an iron bar stool connect with the back of my head. I passed out and when I woke up, I was at the hospital, my head stitched up – by our nice doctor Manticore." He shrugged. "He'd seen my barcode. That simple and stupid."
"Logan had mentioned that…"
"What the hell does your wheelchair guy have to do with that?" Zack interrupted furiously.
Max took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. "He was the one who found the lead, without him you'd still be trapped and who knows what they might have done. He helped save your sorry ass!"
"Max, don't…" Jondy threw her a look, asking her not to lose control.
Max took a deep breath, but refused to look at Zack. She was hurt by his continuous hate towards her boyfriend.
"I still can't believe I have been that stupid," Zack admitted.
"We all make mistakes, that's just human," Max offered before she stood up. "And now excuse me, I'm gonna call my mistake and tell him we are all okay."
*
TBC
A/N: Just enjoy. I know that Logan might not be in character, but I've already written the story and now I don't want to have it on my computer and never post it. I promise that I'll try to get better the next time!
**
LIKE A BAD DREAM 7
*
The sound of the phone ringing woke him in the middle of the night. The last night he had hardly slept and he had spent the day continuing to stare at the phone, hoping for Max to call.
In between he had tried to deal with his cranky daughter who seemed to miss Max more than ever before.
Around midnight he had finally gotten her to fall asleep and he had decided to give in to his exhaustion and go to bed, too- well, Bling had made him, and he had also taken the baby with him to the guest bedroom so she wouldn't wake her Dad at night.
Now Logan blindly groped for the phone and hoarsely answered, in his half asleep state not really thinking about what it all was about. "Yeah."
"Logan, it's me."
"Max!" He was wide awake immediately.
"We're in that town now, well, town's an exaggeration. But we haven't found anything."
"But I did. The guy didn't return the van in time, and the car rent agency informed the police. They eventually found the van a few miles across the Canadian border. I checked the address; it's a pretty isolated farmhouse- ideal to hide something, or someone."
"Cool. Guess it might be a lead."
"And it gets even better. I found out Sullivan's credit card number. He used it to buy a large array of medication. Relaxations, pain killers…you do the maths."
She whistled.
""Max, this might be totally wrong."
"I know, but it's all we've got."
"And even if it's right," he continued, "you can't tell what you are up against. What if it's a trap?" His voice cracked slightly and it almost broke Max's heart.
She didn't have a good feeling about that either, but she needed to put him at ease. She couldn't stand the thought of him worrying. "I'll be careful, Logan. You two are the most important things in my life, and I won't risk losing this. Give Hope a kiss and tell her I'm gonna be back soon. I miss you guys."
"I miss you too, so much."
"I gotta blaze," and with that the connection was broken.
Logan put the phone to his chest, holding it with both hands while he stared at the ceiling. So this was the night. He knew Max, they wouldn't waste any time.
He sighed and prepared to transfer. He slowly wheeled to the guest bedroom, carefully he opened the door and saw Bling sleeping soundly, snoring slightly. He entered, stopped in front of Hope's bed, and carefully reached for her. She stirred but didn't wake up. He wheeled back to his bedroom, placed the baby on Max's side of the bed and then transferred back in and shoved his legs under the warm bedding. He moved Hope closer to him and the little girl immediately snuggled closer, sleeping with a slight smile playing around her soft, delicate lips.
He took a deep breath and prayed for Max to stay safe.
**
Max felt incredibly exhausted, but a huge weight was taken from her shoulders. They had rescued Zack, it had been easier than they had expected. Apparently the two doctors had underestimated the capability of X5s to work together. Zack had found out that they had worked with X2 – and those never had developed a sense of community. They had been lone warriors, incapable of bonding, of building up relationships and of working with others to reach a goal. They hadn't expected other soldiers to come to help Zack.
Why they hadn't known was beyond Zack and the others. Krit and Syl had not hesitated to punish the two doctors. Only two bullets had been wasted.
Now they sat together in a run down motel room somewhere right behind the border to Canada.
Max felt tired and slightly dizzy. Her head killed her and her stomach didn't seem to agree with the hamburger from earlier.
God, Logan had spoiled her! Logan! He was probably worried to death, knowing that if his lead had been correct they had gone for it that very night.
She carefully glanced up to see her sibling sitting or lying around lazily. The tension had fallen off from all of them. Zack sat backwards on a chair and had Jondy examine his bruises, abrasions, and cuts.
The psychiatrist had made some lame attempts to brainwash him and the medical doctor had examined his DNA, apparently wanting to replicate it and create his clone.
But Zack had had the impression that this whole plan had been very vague and that they had not thought it through.
This was what he was telling his siblings when Max woke from her reveries. "But how did they find you in the first place?"
Zack grunted. "Stupidity. For once I'd let my guards down. I was at a pub, had a few too many beers and tequilas, and that one guy wanted to fight me. I kicked his ass, but all of the sudden the entire pub went crazy and I had an iron bar stool connect with the back of my head. I passed out and when I woke up, I was at the hospital, my head stitched up – by our nice doctor Manticore." He shrugged. "He'd seen my barcode. That simple and stupid."
"Logan had mentioned that…"
"What the hell does your wheelchair guy have to do with that?" Zack interrupted furiously.
Max took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. "He was the one who found the lead, without him you'd still be trapped and who knows what they might have done. He helped save your sorry ass!"
"Max, don't…" Jondy threw her a look, asking her not to lose control.
Max took a deep breath, but refused to look at Zack. She was hurt by his continuous hate towards her boyfriend.
"I still can't believe I have been that stupid," Zack admitted.
"We all make mistakes, that's just human," Max offered before she stood up. "And now excuse me, I'm gonna call my mistake and tell him we are all okay."
*
TBC