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Something Different: Chapter 3
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"I'm sorry, I wish I could give you better news."
Logan closed his eyes and let the bad news sink in.
Eliza, still sitting on her knees, looked up at him. Gently, she patted his knee, but Logan didn't responded.
"Are you OK?" she finally had the courage to ask.
Logan opened his eyes and forced a smile on his face. "Looks like I have to go under the knife again."
"I'm sorry," she said sadly. "I wished that I wasn't the one to bring you the bad news."
"Don't be, it's not your fault," he said as he backed his chair away and wheeled around the girl. "I need to make a phone call," he said and wheeled to the computer room.
Eliza stood up and walked over the windows. Eliza stared at the dark Seattle underneath her. She felt guilty, she always enjoyed watching Dark Angel when it was on TV, she loved to see Logan and Max dealing with their issues and troubles. In fact, she loved to read all about it in FanFic. But now, she felt like she had a brick in her stomach. This was different, this wasn't entertainment anymore, this was real.
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Eliza turned around when Logan came out of the computer room. "What did Sam say?"
"I couldn't reach him," he said as he spun around to face her.
"Well, then we need to go to the hospital and find him our self," Eliza stated as it was the most normal thing to do.
"We?" Logan frowned.
"Yeah, 'we'," she said with determination. "Now, come on, get your keys, we need to get going," she ordered him.
"Fine," he sighed in defeat and jerked his chair around. He caught himself smiling, there was no arguing with the girl which was practically half his age. Grabbing his keys and jacket, he wheeled to the door. "OK let's go."
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In the elevator, Eliza was hopping up and down on the balls of her feet, smiling triumphantly at the level indicator.
Logan looked up at the girl, who was now balancing on her heels. "What's so funny up there," he finally asked as he motioned with his chin towards the indicator.
"Nothing," she looked down at him and started blushing. "I'm just extremely happy, you know," she smiled and looked up again at the level indicator.
"And why is that?"
"Just by being part of this all, the big adventure" she motioned with her hands.
"Yippee, what an adventure" he said dryly. "Mission Metro Medical."
Eliza looked down at him. "You know, that is not what I meant, Logan," she said seriously.
"OK," he shrugged, not understanding what the excitement was about.
"You know, this is my dream coming true," she smiled and stared again at the level indicator, ". . . to be in Dark Angel, to be in Seattle after The Pulse, to be in the world of Eyes Only, to be in the world of Logan Cale and Max Guevera," she continued as she motioned towards the elevator doors, pretending to speak to a large crowd of people.
Logan frowned at her and started laughing when the elevator doors opened, which surprised Eliza when she was lost in thoughts with her imaginary audience.
He let Eliza step out of the elevator first before he wheeled after her.
A grin appeared on his face, when the girl started skipping towards his car.
"Oh my God," the teenager awed and looked at Logan who came just out of the elevator. "That's your car, right?" She pointed at the Aztec.
"Yep," Logan said as he started to wheel towards his car.
Eliza placed her hands on the drivers seat window, shielding away the garage light and peeped inside. "This is so awesome!"
"It's just a car," he frowned, not understanding what the fuzz is about.
"You don't get it, Logan. This is the Aztec . . . 'The Aztec," she said clearly. "Oh, you've got to remind me to take a picture of me and the car, OK?"
"Right," he said puzzled as he pressed the button of his remote to unlock the car. The conversation was getting weirder and weirder.
Eliza hopped into the passenger seat in no time, while Logan hardly started with transferring himself.
Logan braked his chair as close to the car as possible, placed one hand on the seat and one on the door frame and started hoisting himself up, feeling self-conscious when he knew he was closely being watch by the teenage girl.
"You know, they never really showed us that," Eliza said when he was finally seated.
"Show you what?" Logan asked as he reached down for his chair.
"How you get in and out of the car." Eliza explained.
"Well, that is not really interesting, is it?" he said as he busied himself with disassembling his chair.
"I guess not," she said quietly. Eliza felt her cheeks going read when she realised that she didn't make much sense to him.
"Are you buckled up?" he asked after he had stowed his chair behind his seat.
"Yes," she said as she pointed to her seatbelt.
"Good," he smiled and started the engine and drove out of the garage.
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T.B.C - if there is any interest.
Please review...please?
XXX- OD
Disclaimer : see profile.
. . .
Something Different: Chapter 3
. . .
"I'm sorry, I wish I could give you better news."
Logan closed his eyes and let the bad news sink in.
Eliza, still sitting on her knees, looked up at him. Gently, she patted his knee, but Logan didn't responded.
"Are you OK?" she finally had the courage to ask.
Logan opened his eyes and forced a smile on his face. "Looks like I have to go under the knife again."
"I'm sorry," she said sadly. "I wished that I wasn't the one to bring you the bad news."
"Don't be, it's not your fault," he said as he backed his chair away and wheeled around the girl. "I need to make a phone call," he said and wheeled to the computer room.
Eliza stood up and walked over the windows. Eliza stared at the dark Seattle underneath her. She felt guilty, she always enjoyed watching Dark Angel when it was on TV, she loved to see Logan and Max dealing with their issues and troubles. In fact, she loved to read all about it in FanFic. But now, she felt like she had a brick in her stomach. This was different, this wasn't entertainment anymore, this was real.
. . .
Eliza turned around when Logan came out of the computer room. "What did Sam say?"
"I couldn't reach him," he said as he spun around to face her.
"Well, then we need to go to the hospital and find him our self," Eliza stated as it was the most normal thing to do.
"We?" Logan frowned.
"Yeah, 'we'," she said with determination. "Now, come on, get your keys, we need to get going," she ordered him.
"Fine," he sighed in defeat and jerked his chair around. He caught himself smiling, there was no arguing with the girl which was practically half his age. Grabbing his keys and jacket, he wheeled to the door. "OK let's go."
. . .
In the elevator, Eliza was hopping up and down on the balls of her feet, smiling triumphantly at the level indicator.
Logan looked up at the girl, who was now balancing on her heels. "What's so funny up there," he finally asked as he motioned with his chin towards the indicator.
"Nothing," she looked down at him and started blushing. "I'm just extremely happy, you know," she smiled and looked up again at the level indicator.
"And why is that?"
"Just by being part of this all, the big adventure" she motioned with her hands.
"Yippee, what an adventure" he said dryly. "Mission Metro Medical."
Eliza looked down at him. "You know, that is not what I meant, Logan," she said seriously.
"OK," he shrugged, not understanding what the excitement was about.
"You know, this is my dream coming true," she smiled and stared again at the level indicator, ". . . to be in Dark Angel, to be in Seattle after The Pulse, to be in the world of Eyes Only, to be in the world of Logan Cale and Max Guevera," she continued as she motioned towards the elevator doors, pretending to speak to a large crowd of people.
Logan frowned at her and started laughing when the elevator doors opened, which surprised Eliza when she was lost in thoughts with her imaginary audience.
He let Eliza step out of the elevator first before he wheeled after her.
A grin appeared on his face, when the girl started skipping towards his car.
"Oh my God," the teenager awed and looked at Logan who came just out of the elevator. "That's your car, right?" She pointed at the Aztec.
"Yep," Logan said as he started to wheel towards his car.
Eliza placed her hands on the drivers seat window, shielding away the garage light and peeped inside. "This is so awesome!"
"It's just a car," he frowned, not understanding what the fuzz is about.
"You don't get it, Logan. This is the Aztec . . . 'The Aztec," she said clearly. "Oh, you've got to remind me to take a picture of me and the car, OK?"
"Right," he said puzzled as he pressed the button of his remote to unlock the car. The conversation was getting weirder and weirder.
Eliza hopped into the passenger seat in no time, while Logan hardly started with transferring himself.
Logan braked his chair as close to the car as possible, placed one hand on the seat and one on the door frame and started hoisting himself up, feeling self-conscious when he knew he was closely being watch by the teenage girl.
"You know, they never really showed us that," Eliza said when he was finally seated.
"Show you what?" Logan asked as he reached down for his chair.
"How you get in and out of the car." Eliza explained.
"Well, that is not really interesting, is it?" he said as he busied himself with disassembling his chair.
"I guess not," she said quietly. Eliza felt her cheeks going read when she realised that she didn't make much sense to him.
"Are you buckled up?" he asked after he had stowed his chair behind his seat.
"Yes," she said as she pointed to her seatbelt.
"Good," he smiled and started the engine and drove out of the garage.
. . .
T.B.C - if there is any interest.
Please review...please?
XXX- OD