Flashback
Chapter Three
By The Shadower
Feedback: It was a come-in-late feedback that pushed me into getting back to this story, so I think more would be a good idea.
Rating: PG-13 (language, maybe violence, possibly some other stuff way down the line but not now.)
AN: Getting back to my usual angst-ridden ML. If it wasn't for Kyre's review I might never have gotten back to this, so thanks. Also, I'm putting Max and Logan as the same age, because I prefer it that way and because the only concrete information I got says Logan is fifteen years older than may, which is too great an age difference for my taste.
"I...
Can't remember...
The last time you cared about anything,
The last time you allowed yourself to receive"
-The Trapt
2019
(Burning blood his mother sobbing screaming NONONO and fading and blood coming out of the car and so alone so alone)
"Stay and you can whip up one of your culinary miracles?"
He turned to look at her.
"What's that?"
Max looked at him strangely, like he was a little off, and he supposed he was. Investigating his father's murder was putting him on an emotional roller coaster and he wasn't handling it well.
"I asked if I could stay for dinner, OC's at crash and I really don't feel like socializing."
He looked at her. God, she was beautiful. But he couldn't think about that. She wanted to stay for dinner. He should say yes. It was the good thing to do, the polite thing to do, and he wanted to do it anyway. And yet... something held him back.
She looked... familiar, somehow, in a way she hadn't before, like he'd seen her a long time ago and forgotten.
He wanted to have dinner with her, he wanted to very much, but somehow...
Somehow he couldn't.
"Um, actually I'm going to have to take a rain check on that I kind of tired. Long day."
It sounded lame and pathetic even to his own ears. He saw the pain in his eyes reflected in her own as she walked out.
(screaming explosions a little boy crying and crying something in his eyes accusing her and it hurt somehow god it hurt)
Max was confused. Why had Logan brushed her off like that? And why was she suddenly remembering things that made no sense?
She had never been on a mission. She'd certainly never been sent to assassinate a family like Logan's. And anyway, even if it was a Manticore assassin that got to him, it would be an X4 wouldn't it? The X5's had been too young then. She banished the images of the car, the explosion, from her mind easily enough.
It was the ones of Logan's face and his voice when he'd pushed her away, along with those of that kiss in the car... those were the ones that wouldn't leave.
AN: Kind of short I know but I hope for a longer chapter soon.
Chapter Three
By The Shadower
Feedback: It was a come-in-late feedback that pushed me into getting back to this story, so I think more would be a good idea.
Rating: PG-13 (language, maybe violence, possibly some other stuff way down the line but not now.)
AN: Getting back to my usual angst-ridden ML. If it wasn't for Kyre's review I might never have gotten back to this, so thanks. Also, I'm putting Max and Logan as the same age, because I prefer it that way and because the only concrete information I got says Logan is fifteen years older than may, which is too great an age difference for my taste.
"I...
Can't remember...
The last time you cared about anything,
The last time you allowed yourself to receive"
-The Trapt
2019
(Burning blood his mother sobbing screaming NONONO and fading and blood coming out of the car and so alone so alone)
"Stay and you can whip up one of your culinary miracles?"
He turned to look at her.
"What's that?"
Max looked at him strangely, like he was a little off, and he supposed he was. Investigating his father's murder was putting him on an emotional roller coaster and he wasn't handling it well.
"I asked if I could stay for dinner, OC's at crash and I really don't feel like socializing."
He looked at her. God, she was beautiful. But he couldn't think about that. She wanted to stay for dinner. He should say yes. It was the good thing to do, the polite thing to do, and he wanted to do it anyway. And yet... something held him back.
She looked... familiar, somehow, in a way she hadn't before, like he'd seen her a long time ago and forgotten.
He wanted to have dinner with her, he wanted to very much, but somehow...
Somehow he couldn't.
"Um, actually I'm going to have to take a rain check on that I kind of tired. Long day."
It sounded lame and pathetic even to his own ears. He saw the pain in his eyes reflected in her own as she walked out.
(screaming explosions a little boy crying and crying something in his eyes accusing her and it hurt somehow god it hurt)
Max was confused. Why had Logan brushed her off like that? And why was she suddenly remembering things that made no sense?
She had never been on a mission. She'd certainly never been sent to assassinate a family like Logan's. And anyway, even if it was a Manticore assassin that got to him, it would be an X4 wouldn't it? The X5's had been too young then. She banished the images of the car, the explosion, from her mind easily enough.
It was the ones of Logan's face and his voice when he'd pushed her away, along with those of that kiss in the car... those were the ones that wouldn't leave.
AN: Kind of short I know but I hope for a longer chapter soon.