A/N: Weee! I got reviews. I love reviews. Thank you for reviewing. I shall
love you forever. Now, on to business. First thing is, I don't have a beta,
so all mistakes are my own. Secondly, this chapter will have some of the
Alec storyline, but mostly I want to give a background on Max and Logan's
relationship.
A/N 2: This one is pure rant, so move on to the story if you don't want to listen to me whinge. For anyone that's left, thank you for your patience. Anyways, was anyone else really pissed off by the second season relationship between those two? I mean, Max herself became this uptight, self-righteous complainer, and then Logan just got more flat. They started out ok, and then in comes second season, and they went flat. And the plot holes were the size of craters, I'm surprised that none of the writers fell into them. That's my rant for now, on to the story.
Chapter 1: Expect the Unexpected
"Hey." His voice was soft, more felt than heard, a vibration deep in his throat. She could feel it down her back where he lay pressed up against her.
"Hey yourself." She slowly turned over, easing from his arms. "We should get up. We only have about ten more minutes."
"You could take another one." His eyes showed the same sorrow they always did, after the fact, reality setting regrettably in.
"You know we can't." Her voice was firm, and with a sigh, she untangled herself from his arms, futilely trying to hold her close, even for just a moment more. "You know what will happen if we do that. I don't want to lose you again. And besides, I have to get to work." She stood up, slowly dressing herself, wishing for another night.
There will be another night; she forced the pain away, in a week. Only a week. We've done this before. We can last. It will work.
She couldn't bring herself to look at him as she left the bedroom and headed in to the kitchen.
~*-------------*~
He sighed as she left the room, he wouldn't get up until she left, like usual. He never could stand not being able to touch her after they spent the night together. He shifted so he was lying in the spot she had recently vacated. The heat she left behind was like a balm, though a poor one in his mind. He wanted HER, not this endless dance between isolation and bliss.
Give it time. There are people out there that are trying to help you. Just be patient.
He snorted. Patience never was my strong suite.
He heard the door to their apartment close. He lay still for a moment more, then reluctantly began to ready himself for the day.
~*-------------*~
"Ah-ah, ah-ah, what's this? What time do you call this? You were supposed to be in an hour ago. We're shorthanded, missy, so get a move on."
Max moved past Normal to her locker, where Original Cindy sat talking to Mel, an X5 unit-mate of Alec's that had been given a job at Jam Pony courtesy of Normal's *coughcough* love - of Alec. Mel was patiently listening to OC's gushing about Honey, another X5, who had developed a relationship with OC during her stay in T.C. Now that the war was over, they were a steady couple. The only problem their friends had was how all they seemed to be able to talk about was each other.
Mel gave Max a tolerant look before making more interested noises in Cindy's general direction. When Normal came along screeching about work and so on, he took the opportunity and left Max alone with her love-struck friend. Who kept rambling on as long as there was an audience.
Just give them time, they both need someone, and having found it in each other, it may take a while for them to become sure of the other. It's completely natural.
The words of Dala, the head medic in T.C. came back to Max, and she sighed inwardly. It has only been two weeks. She'll get used to it. That didn't change the fact that Max wished she would talk about something else. She wondered vaguely if Cindy had been the same when she had first met Diamond. She also wondered if Cindy realized that she was acting nothing like her usual self.
"Wanna go to Crash later? I think Honey will be there." Max grabbed her bag from her locker and pulled on her riding gloves, leaving her other pair inside.
"Sorry, Boo, me and Honey planned to go out. Spend some quality time together, walking, talking, wining and dining. Y'know, all that hetero stuff." She stopped and took another look at Max, as if she had never seen her before. "What's got you down, Boo? You and Logan have that cure thing that Dr. Shankar whipped up. You look as if it's the end of the world."
Max slammed her locker shut. "Once a week just isn't enough. Its killing me, and I know it's killing Logan. We spend the day together, and the night, and then we spend a week trying not touch."
"At least you can touch. It's better than before. At least now you can touch him without killing him. And you have the cure thingies if there is an accident. It can't be that much longer until those science geeks come up with the real cure." She gently hugged Max sideways, trying to give her what she needed. "Patience. It's only a matter of time."
"Bip bip bip! These packages aren't going to hop on a bike and ride home by themselves. Get a move on!" Normal's loud nasal voice interrupted their conversation, and Cindy sent a glare in his direction. His only response was to tap his watch before moving on to harass more of his employees.
Cindy turned back to Max, who looked unconvinced and desolate.
"C'mon Boo. Some air will do you some good." She guided Max over to the dispatch desk where she grabbed some packages for them both. Grabbing their bikes, they rode out in to the jungle known as Seattle, both lost in their respective thoughts.
~*-------------*~
"Hello? Are you," the pretty brunette glanced down at a piece of paper she was holding, before looking back up at Normal. "Are you Reagan Ronald?"
He started a bit, the girl had been so silent he hadn't noticed her until she had spoken.
"That would be me." He took in her fashionable, neat and clean attire. "What can I do for you?"
She smiled, and Normal revised his 'pretty' assessment. She was beautiful, even radiant, perhaps, when she smiled. "I'm looking for this man. I heard he was in your employ. Do you know where I can find him?"
Looking at the picture, Normal felt a jolt. "Uh, well, today is his day off. Come back tomorrow maybe, he might be in then. He has – other commitments that take up a lot of his time."
The brunettes eyes dimmed a little at that. "Other commitments. You mean women." Her voice sounded flat, like she was hurt by the very thought.
"No, no." Normal rushed to reassure this girl, obviously hung up on the young man. "No women that I know of. Just, other things."
"I know he's a transgenic, so if you are referring to activities within the transgenic population, I already know about them. What time will he be in tomorrow, do you know?"
"Around nine am. Um, can I give him a message for you? A name maybe?"
She smiled slightly. "No, that's all right. I'll be here tomorrow. Thank you for your help." She slipped a couple of high denomination bills on to the counter before turning and leaving as quietly as she came.
A/N: I debated whether or not to leave it there. But that ending satisfied me, I can continue well from there. I also mentioned my lack of a beta at the beginning, if you would like to beta this story, e-mail me. I just need someone to look it over and help me with continuity, I'm not very good at that. As always, review if you would like more.
A/N 2: This one is pure rant, so move on to the story if you don't want to listen to me whinge. For anyone that's left, thank you for your patience. Anyways, was anyone else really pissed off by the second season relationship between those two? I mean, Max herself became this uptight, self-righteous complainer, and then Logan just got more flat. They started out ok, and then in comes second season, and they went flat. And the plot holes were the size of craters, I'm surprised that none of the writers fell into them. That's my rant for now, on to the story.
Chapter 1: Expect the Unexpected
"Hey." His voice was soft, more felt than heard, a vibration deep in his throat. She could feel it down her back where he lay pressed up against her.
"Hey yourself." She slowly turned over, easing from his arms. "We should get up. We only have about ten more minutes."
"You could take another one." His eyes showed the same sorrow they always did, after the fact, reality setting regrettably in.
"You know we can't." Her voice was firm, and with a sigh, she untangled herself from his arms, futilely trying to hold her close, even for just a moment more. "You know what will happen if we do that. I don't want to lose you again. And besides, I have to get to work." She stood up, slowly dressing herself, wishing for another night.
There will be another night; she forced the pain away, in a week. Only a week. We've done this before. We can last. It will work.
She couldn't bring herself to look at him as she left the bedroom and headed in to the kitchen.
~*-------------*~
He sighed as she left the room, he wouldn't get up until she left, like usual. He never could stand not being able to touch her after they spent the night together. He shifted so he was lying in the spot she had recently vacated. The heat she left behind was like a balm, though a poor one in his mind. He wanted HER, not this endless dance between isolation and bliss.
Give it time. There are people out there that are trying to help you. Just be patient.
He snorted. Patience never was my strong suite.
He heard the door to their apartment close. He lay still for a moment more, then reluctantly began to ready himself for the day.
~*-------------*~
"Ah-ah, ah-ah, what's this? What time do you call this? You were supposed to be in an hour ago. We're shorthanded, missy, so get a move on."
Max moved past Normal to her locker, where Original Cindy sat talking to Mel, an X5 unit-mate of Alec's that had been given a job at Jam Pony courtesy of Normal's *coughcough* love - of Alec. Mel was patiently listening to OC's gushing about Honey, another X5, who had developed a relationship with OC during her stay in T.C. Now that the war was over, they were a steady couple. The only problem their friends had was how all they seemed to be able to talk about was each other.
Mel gave Max a tolerant look before making more interested noises in Cindy's general direction. When Normal came along screeching about work and so on, he took the opportunity and left Max alone with her love-struck friend. Who kept rambling on as long as there was an audience.
Just give them time, they both need someone, and having found it in each other, it may take a while for them to become sure of the other. It's completely natural.
The words of Dala, the head medic in T.C. came back to Max, and she sighed inwardly. It has only been two weeks. She'll get used to it. That didn't change the fact that Max wished she would talk about something else. She wondered vaguely if Cindy had been the same when she had first met Diamond. She also wondered if Cindy realized that she was acting nothing like her usual self.
"Wanna go to Crash later? I think Honey will be there." Max grabbed her bag from her locker and pulled on her riding gloves, leaving her other pair inside.
"Sorry, Boo, me and Honey planned to go out. Spend some quality time together, walking, talking, wining and dining. Y'know, all that hetero stuff." She stopped and took another look at Max, as if she had never seen her before. "What's got you down, Boo? You and Logan have that cure thing that Dr. Shankar whipped up. You look as if it's the end of the world."
Max slammed her locker shut. "Once a week just isn't enough. Its killing me, and I know it's killing Logan. We spend the day together, and the night, and then we spend a week trying not touch."
"At least you can touch. It's better than before. At least now you can touch him without killing him. And you have the cure thingies if there is an accident. It can't be that much longer until those science geeks come up with the real cure." She gently hugged Max sideways, trying to give her what she needed. "Patience. It's only a matter of time."
"Bip bip bip! These packages aren't going to hop on a bike and ride home by themselves. Get a move on!" Normal's loud nasal voice interrupted their conversation, and Cindy sent a glare in his direction. His only response was to tap his watch before moving on to harass more of his employees.
Cindy turned back to Max, who looked unconvinced and desolate.
"C'mon Boo. Some air will do you some good." She guided Max over to the dispatch desk where she grabbed some packages for them both. Grabbing their bikes, they rode out in to the jungle known as Seattle, both lost in their respective thoughts.
~*-------------*~
"Hello? Are you," the pretty brunette glanced down at a piece of paper she was holding, before looking back up at Normal. "Are you Reagan Ronald?"
He started a bit, the girl had been so silent he hadn't noticed her until she had spoken.
"That would be me." He took in her fashionable, neat and clean attire. "What can I do for you?"
She smiled, and Normal revised his 'pretty' assessment. She was beautiful, even radiant, perhaps, when she smiled. "I'm looking for this man. I heard he was in your employ. Do you know where I can find him?"
Looking at the picture, Normal felt a jolt. "Uh, well, today is his day off. Come back tomorrow maybe, he might be in then. He has – other commitments that take up a lot of his time."
The brunettes eyes dimmed a little at that. "Other commitments. You mean women." Her voice sounded flat, like she was hurt by the very thought.
"No, no." Normal rushed to reassure this girl, obviously hung up on the young man. "No women that I know of. Just, other things."
"I know he's a transgenic, so if you are referring to activities within the transgenic population, I already know about them. What time will he be in tomorrow, do you know?"
"Around nine am. Um, can I give him a message for you? A name maybe?"
She smiled slightly. "No, that's all right. I'll be here tomorrow. Thank you for your help." She slipped a couple of high denomination bills on to the counter before turning and leaving as quietly as she came.
A/N: I debated whether or not to leave it there. But that ending satisfied me, I can continue well from there. I also mentioned my lack of a beta at the beginning, if you would like to beta this story, e-mail me. I just need someone to look it over and help me with continuity, I'm not very good at that. As always, review if you would like more.