This chapter has been rewritten so it will fits the next chapter.
Some might like it , some might not. I wrote this for fun. Sorry about any English mistakes.
Dark angel and all its characters and everything with it ( Including the ideas , concept and quotes and dialog from the episodes) belongs all to James Cameron and his team, they are not mine and never will be, so please don't sue me. I am not making money out of this. Just keeping Dark Angel alive, which has ended too soon. No copyright infringement intended. Please don't sue me
. . .
Something Different
. . .
Mayfield Avenue Fogle tower 17875 sector 9 Seattle
"I can't believe it, is this for real?" She awed in disbelief as she looked up at the high Fogle Tower.
She ran across Mayfield Avenue, and got almost run over by a car.
"Hey watch it, you moron!" The man yelled at her.
The girl didn't hear the man cursing at her, she was too excited to pay attention to him.
She went straight to the elevator.
"OK, penthouse, top floor," she thought, "Oh, wait. Mrs Moreno lives there!" She pressed the second highest button.
Quickly, she fixed up her make up while waiting.
Once she was on the right level, she jumped out and dashed through the hallway to find door number 17875.
"Got it," she smiled and placed her ear against the door to hear what is going on inside.
On the other side of that door, Logan and Max were playing chest. Soft piano music played in the background.
It was Logan's turn to make a move.
He leaned forward to take a good look at the pieces on the board, elbows propped on knees, chin resting in his hands.
It seemed like forever, when Logan finally made his move.
"Finally," said Max and quickly made her move.
"She beats her retreat with the face of the Sicilian gambit . . ." Logan laughed.
"Check."
Logan tries to make another move.
"Hmm-hmm," Max shook her head.
"It's not checkmate. Is it?" Logan leaned more forward to take a closer look. "Can't be. . ."
"I'm afraid so," Max smiled.
"OK . . . So, uh . . . That's. . . uh, four games to you?"
On the other side of the door:
"Actually, it's five," the girl whispered at the door. She smiled when she heard Max say exactly the same words to Logan.
"I can't believe it, this is Blah Blah Woof Woof." The girl smiled and straightened herself up before she knocked on the door. She felt nervous and excited at the same time.
"Are you expecting anyone?" Max looked at Logan.
"Not that I know," he turned his chair and felt a light spasm in his back. He quickly coughed it off. "Eh, Max can you get the door, while I put the board away?" He asked casually with a straight poker face.
"Sure," she stood up.
Max opened the door.
"Hi, can I help you?" Max smiled and wondered what this curly blond teenage girl was doing here.
"Oh my God," the girl gasped. "Is. . . Is that really you, Jess... Eh, I mean, eh, Max?" She corrected herself.
"Eh, what?" Max frowned at the young stranger in the doorway.
"Oh my God! Look at this place! It looked even better in real!" Instantly she forgot about her nerves and stepped inside, looking astonishing around in the apartment. She was so excited to be where she was now.
"Hey not so fast!" Max stretched her arm to stop the girl.
"Aw, can I please come inside, this is my dream coming true. I want to meet Logan so badly," the girl was almost begging Max.
Max observed the young girl. She was too skinny looking to be from Manticore and didn't look like she was looking for trouble or would do any harm at all. "Who are you?" Max finally asked.
"My name is Eliza McDaniel and I really am a big fan of Dark Angel."
"What are you talking about, girl?" Max frowned.
"Everything OK?" asked Logan, who emerged from the corner of the living room to see what was going on.
"Oh my God, Logan Cale," Eliza gasped, her eyes widened. She quickly moved her eyes from Logan back to Max with a 'Please let me in - look' on her face.
Max looked at Logan, who pulled up his shoulders, and let the girl in.
She closed the door and followed the girl.
"Oh my God, Logan. It's so nice to finally meet you," she walked quickly over to Logan who was still in the living room.
When she reach out to hug him, Logan awkwardly jerked his chair back.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Max instantly grabbed her on her collar, preventing the girl hugging Logan.
The girl stood still for a second and collapsed on her knees in front of Logan.
"I'm sorry, Logan, I wasn't thinking, I didn't mean to startle you like that, I mean this is like a dream coming true," she rattled on as she patted on his knee with her hand.
With one hand on each wheel, Logan awkwardly glanced at the female hand that was on his unfeeling knee.
"Well, this is something different," he thought. Strangers normally wouldn't approach him like that, they never knew how to act around him, the chair was always an obstacle for them. But this girl was different.
"I'm sorry," she apologized when she saw how uncomfortable Logan was feeling. She quickly placed both hands in her lap. "I was just so happy to see you."
"It's OK," Logan smiled. "I think you have something to tell us, right?"
"Well, not really," the girl shrugged.
"Take a seat," he pointed at the recliner next to him.
The girl took a seat and looked expectantly at Logan.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Eliza McDaniel," she said as she leaned a little bit forward to look into his eyes with great interest.
"Eh, what are you doing?" he asked carefully as he leaned a little more back in his chair.
"Logan, what is the colour of your eyes?"
"What?" Logan had a puzzled look on his face.
"Your eyes, they are green right?" Eliza came closer to have a better look, making Logan feel more self-conscious.
"Green? They are blue," Max pointed out.
"You know what's funny, in your profile, made by the hover-drone, says your eyes are green. But in the Dark Angel books, they say your eyes are blue."
"What profile? What book? Green, blue? You both are wrong." He said confusingly. This was getting weirder and weirder by the minute.
"So what is your eye colour then?" Eliza asked sheepishly.
"Grey. They are grey. Does it matter that much then?"
"It did before, but not anymore," Eliza smiled. "Because now I know what colour they are!"
"Ok let's get back on track," Logan frowned. "How do you know us?"
"From the TV show."
"A TV show?" His eyes widened. "Do you mean that our lives are exposed to the world?"
"Well, not really. You're from the future and I am from the past," the girl explained. Eliza realized that she really had entered in the world of Dark Angel, where they were oblivious of the real world.
"Can you tell me more?" He said as he shifted in his wheelchair to please his aching back.
"Well, right now we are in the beginning a episode called Blah Blah Woof Woof. I have seen that one many times," Eliza pointed out with pride.
"So you know what is going to happen?" Logan released his brakes and wheeled a bit closer to the coffee table.
"Yeah, sort off," the girl nodded. "Right now we are at the beginning of the episode. You guys were playing chest before I came here."
As Logan snapped his brakes, he felt a spasm attacking his back. He leaned forward and grimaced with pain.
"Logan, what's going on?" Max hurried over to Logan, not knowing what to do.
Eliza knew what was going on, she had seen it in the episode, but it was strange to see it in real life.
"He's having a spasm," she said as she placed one arm under his chest to support his upper body weight.
"A what?" Max said in confusion.
"W- what are you doing?" Logan gasped in pain.
"Try to relax Logan, I am trying to help you," said Eliza as she massaged his back.
Max watched the girl giving long firm strokes on Logan's back.
Eliza gave more pressure when she felt the muscles rippling underneath her fingers, her heart broke when she heard him groaning softly with discomfort.
. . .
"Are you OK?" Eliza asked when she finally felt his muscles relaxing.
"Yeah, thanks," he said as he pushed himself up to sit up straight again. He felt insecure. No one ever helped him with his spasms before besides Bling. Even Max didn't know that he sometimes had to deal with them.
"You're welcome," Eliza smiled, she was glad that she was able to help him.
"How did you know?" Max asked.
"I've seen it in the episode, remember?" Eliza explained.
"How did you know what to do, when I have. . . you know . . . " he gestured at his body.
"Well, I read a lot of fan-fiction," she blushed.
"Fan-fiction?"
"Eh, yeah, but that is a different story," Eliza said quickly, trying to change the subject because it was already confusing enough.
"Logan, do you have these spasms often?" Max asked seriously.
"Just from time to time," he avoided her intense eye contact.
"How come I never knew that?"
"Well, that is one of the lovely side effects of a blown out spinal cord that I rather not share," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Eliza felt the tension growing between them, she had to do something.
"Max, you wouldn't have know this, because you were suppose to be at a stunt contest at CRASH."
"Oh shit, I forgot all about that. I was suppose to meet the guys at Crash! How did you know?"
"I've seen the episode, remember?" Eliza explained again.
"I gotta go, I'm already late! I told them that I was thinking about pulling a Linda Blair, ride my bike against the ceiling or something. You guys wanna come?"
"No thanks."
"Oh, I forgot, no fun for Logan Cale."
"Congratulations, Max," Eliza smiled at her.
"What?" Max frowned at the young teenager.
"You're going to win 75 bucks at the stunt contest!"
"What, how did you . . . never mind," Max smiled. "OK, I gotta blaze, there's 75 bucks waiting for me!" she said as she left the apartment.
Eliza turned back to Logan, who was looking a bit pale.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah"
"Logan, you need to see Dr. Sam."
"What? Why?"
"Trust me, you need to go."
. . .TBC
Please review.
Xxx
Original D
Some might like it , some might not. I wrote this for fun. Sorry about any English mistakes.
Dark angel and all its characters and everything with it ( Including the ideas , concept and quotes and dialog from the episodes) belongs all to James Cameron and his team, they are not mine and never will be, so please don't sue me. I am not making money out of this. Just keeping Dark Angel alive, which has ended too soon. No copyright infringement intended. Please don't sue me
. . .
Something Different
. . .
Mayfield Avenue Fogle tower 17875 sector 9 Seattle
"I can't believe it, is this for real?" She awed in disbelief as she looked up at the high Fogle Tower.
She ran across Mayfield Avenue, and got almost run over by a car.
"Hey watch it, you moron!" The man yelled at her.
The girl didn't hear the man cursing at her, she was too excited to pay attention to him.
She went straight to the elevator.
"OK, penthouse, top floor," she thought, "Oh, wait. Mrs Moreno lives there!" She pressed the second highest button.
Quickly, she fixed up her make up while waiting.
Once she was on the right level, she jumped out and dashed through the hallway to find door number 17875.
"Got it," she smiled and placed her ear against the door to hear what is going on inside.
On the other side of that door, Logan and Max were playing chest. Soft piano music played in the background.
It was Logan's turn to make a move.
He leaned forward to take a good look at the pieces on the board, elbows propped on knees, chin resting in his hands.
It seemed like forever, when Logan finally made his move.
"Finally," said Max and quickly made her move.
"She beats her retreat with the face of the Sicilian gambit . . ." Logan laughed.
"Check."
Logan tries to make another move.
"Hmm-hmm," Max shook her head.
"It's not checkmate. Is it?" Logan leaned more forward to take a closer look. "Can't be. . ."
"I'm afraid so," Max smiled.
"OK . . . So, uh . . . That's. . . uh, four games to you?"
On the other side of the door:
"Actually, it's five," the girl whispered at the door. She smiled when she heard Max say exactly the same words to Logan.
"I can't believe it, this is Blah Blah Woof Woof." The girl smiled and straightened herself up before she knocked on the door. She felt nervous and excited at the same time.
"Are you expecting anyone?" Max looked at Logan.
"Not that I know," he turned his chair and felt a light spasm in his back. He quickly coughed it off. "Eh, Max can you get the door, while I put the board away?" He asked casually with a straight poker face.
"Sure," she stood up.
Max opened the door.
"Hi, can I help you?" Max smiled and wondered what this curly blond teenage girl was doing here.
"Oh my God," the girl gasped. "Is. . . Is that really you, Jess... Eh, I mean, eh, Max?" She corrected herself.
"Eh, what?" Max frowned at the young stranger in the doorway.
"Oh my God! Look at this place! It looked even better in real!" Instantly she forgot about her nerves and stepped inside, looking astonishing around in the apartment. She was so excited to be where she was now.
"Hey not so fast!" Max stretched her arm to stop the girl.
"Aw, can I please come inside, this is my dream coming true. I want to meet Logan so badly," the girl was almost begging Max.
Max observed the young girl. She was too skinny looking to be from Manticore and didn't look like she was looking for trouble or would do any harm at all. "Who are you?" Max finally asked.
"My name is Eliza McDaniel and I really am a big fan of Dark Angel."
"What are you talking about, girl?" Max frowned.
"Everything OK?" asked Logan, who emerged from the corner of the living room to see what was going on.
"Oh my God, Logan Cale," Eliza gasped, her eyes widened. She quickly moved her eyes from Logan back to Max with a 'Please let me in - look' on her face.
Max looked at Logan, who pulled up his shoulders, and let the girl in.
She closed the door and followed the girl.
"Oh my God, Logan. It's so nice to finally meet you," she walked quickly over to Logan who was still in the living room.
When she reach out to hug him, Logan awkwardly jerked his chair back.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Max instantly grabbed her on her collar, preventing the girl hugging Logan.
The girl stood still for a second and collapsed on her knees in front of Logan.
"I'm sorry, Logan, I wasn't thinking, I didn't mean to startle you like that, I mean this is like a dream coming true," she rattled on as she patted on his knee with her hand.
With one hand on each wheel, Logan awkwardly glanced at the female hand that was on his unfeeling knee.
"Well, this is something different," he thought. Strangers normally wouldn't approach him like that, they never knew how to act around him, the chair was always an obstacle for them. But this girl was different.
"I'm sorry," she apologized when she saw how uncomfortable Logan was feeling. She quickly placed both hands in her lap. "I was just so happy to see you."
"It's OK," Logan smiled. "I think you have something to tell us, right?"
"Well, not really," the girl shrugged.
"Take a seat," he pointed at the recliner next to him.
The girl took a seat and looked expectantly at Logan.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Eliza McDaniel," she said as she leaned a little bit forward to look into his eyes with great interest.
"Eh, what are you doing?" he asked carefully as he leaned a little more back in his chair.
"Logan, what is the colour of your eyes?"
"What?" Logan had a puzzled look on his face.
"Your eyes, they are green right?" Eliza came closer to have a better look, making Logan feel more self-conscious.
"Green? They are blue," Max pointed out.
"You know what's funny, in your profile, made by the hover-drone, says your eyes are green. But in the Dark Angel books, they say your eyes are blue."
"What profile? What book? Green, blue? You both are wrong." He said confusingly. This was getting weirder and weirder by the minute.
"So what is your eye colour then?" Eliza asked sheepishly.
"Grey. They are grey. Does it matter that much then?"
"It did before, but not anymore," Eliza smiled. "Because now I know what colour they are!"
"Ok let's get back on track," Logan frowned. "How do you know us?"
"From the TV show."
"A TV show?" His eyes widened. "Do you mean that our lives are exposed to the world?"
"Well, not really. You're from the future and I am from the past," the girl explained. Eliza realized that she really had entered in the world of Dark Angel, where they were oblivious of the real world.
"Can you tell me more?" He said as he shifted in his wheelchair to please his aching back.
"Well, right now we are in the beginning a episode called Blah Blah Woof Woof. I have seen that one many times," Eliza pointed out with pride.
"So you know what is going to happen?" Logan released his brakes and wheeled a bit closer to the coffee table.
"Yeah, sort off," the girl nodded. "Right now we are at the beginning of the episode. You guys were playing chest before I came here."
As Logan snapped his brakes, he felt a spasm attacking his back. He leaned forward and grimaced with pain.
"Logan, what's going on?" Max hurried over to Logan, not knowing what to do.
Eliza knew what was going on, she had seen it in the episode, but it was strange to see it in real life.
"He's having a spasm," she said as she placed one arm under his chest to support his upper body weight.
"A what?" Max said in confusion.
"W- what are you doing?" Logan gasped in pain.
"Try to relax Logan, I am trying to help you," said Eliza as she massaged his back.
Max watched the girl giving long firm strokes on Logan's back.
Eliza gave more pressure when she felt the muscles rippling underneath her fingers, her heart broke when she heard him groaning softly with discomfort.
. . .
"Are you OK?" Eliza asked when she finally felt his muscles relaxing.
"Yeah, thanks," he said as he pushed himself up to sit up straight again. He felt insecure. No one ever helped him with his spasms before besides Bling. Even Max didn't know that he sometimes had to deal with them.
"You're welcome," Eliza smiled, she was glad that she was able to help him.
"How did you know?" Max asked.
"I've seen it in the episode, remember?" Eliza explained.
"How did you know what to do, when I have. . . you know . . . " he gestured at his body.
"Well, I read a lot of fan-fiction," she blushed.
"Fan-fiction?"
"Eh, yeah, but that is a different story," Eliza said quickly, trying to change the subject because it was already confusing enough.
"Logan, do you have these spasms often?" Max asked seriously.
"Just from time to time," he avoided her intense eye contact.
"How come I never knew that?"
"Well, that is one of the lovely side effects of a blown out spinal cord that I rather not share," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Eliza felt the tension growing between them, she had to do something.
"Max, you wouldn't have know this, because you were suppose to be at a stunt contest at CRASH."
"Oh shit, I forgot all about that. I was suppose to meet the guys at Crash! How did you know?"
"I've seen the episode, remember?" Eliza explained again.
"I gotta go, I'm already late! I told them that I was thinking about pulling a Linda Blair, ride my bike against the ceiling or something. You guys wanna come?"
"No thanks."
"Oh, I forgot, no fun for Logan Cale."
"Congratulations, Max," Eliza smiled at her.
"What?" Max frowned at the young teenager.
"You're going to win 75 bucks at the stunt contest!"
"What, how did you . . . never mind," Max smiled. "OK, I gotta blaze, there's 75 bucks waiting for me!" she said as she left the apartment.
Eliza turned back to Logan, who was looking a bit pale.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah"
"Logan, you need to see Dr. Sam."
"What? Why?"
"Trust me, you need to go."
. . .TBC
Please review.
Xxx
Original D