Disclaimer: See chapter one
A/N: Thanks to somebody's Angel again. Other than that there isn't much to say but: ENJOY!
Oh, and right: reviews are always welcomed!
Chapter 7
"What is it with you and Max?" Randy looked up at his old friend. "She seems like a nice girl."
"She is." Logan blushed.
"But?" Randy queried.
"We're not like that." Geez, he sounded like a broken record. That line came right after 'I'm sorry, Logan' as the most frequently used words of the year.
"Why not?"
Logan shrugged. "Long story. We're just too different."
Randy raised his head slightly. "Logan, you're talking bullshit. What happened to you? You've always had a way with girls, and you got what you wanted- always."
"Things have changed," Logan said harshly.
"Alright, you're in a wheelchair. But do you really think she would be here with you if it mattered to her?"
"She deserves better," Logan's voice was emotionless. He had to stay in control; he couldn't let his feelings interfere. It was too dangerous for both of them.
"This is not about her." Randy shook his head weakly. "This is all about you."
"Pardon?" Logan shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like where this was going.
"You are scared."
"I'm not scared."
"Yes, you are. You're worried she might reject you." Randy took a deep breath and gathered his strength. "But you know what? Life's too short for worrying about what might happen that. You have to take risks. And anyway, that girl has it bad for you."
Logan didn't have an answer to that.
"You promise me you'll go for it?" Randy coughed, his breath now coming in irregular gasps. "Logan?" he pressed one last time before his body gave in to the exhaustion and he closed his eyes.
"I'll think about it," Logan whispered.
Max was distracted when Logan pulled up next to her. "Randy fell asleep," he explained.
"How is he?"
"He's still hoping." Logan answered diplomatically. "You okay?" He put his head to one side and looked at her questioningly.
"I talked to Juna," Max shrugged.
"And?"
"And she told me to leave her alone. She…she wants to forget about her past, said she left it behind." Max stood up and began to pace.
"And you don't believe that?" It was more of a statement than a question. His eyes followed her as she walked up and down in front of him.
"I can't imagine any of us could forget."
Logan shrugged, staring at his hands, his fingers entwined. "For some people it's easier to try and bury the past. You're probably just gonna have to accept that."
Before Max could answer they were interrupted. "Max! Logan!" Mackenzie ran towards them, a wide grin spreading on her face.
"Hey!" Max almost lost her balance when the kid jumped into her arms.
Logan watched, a huge smile on his face, despite the current situation. "Hi young lady," he greeted her and the girl blushed, smiling back shyly.
"Hi, Logan."
Max winked at him over Mackenzie's head, forming kisses with her lips and giggling. This young lady obviously had a crush! And it wasn't like Max didn't understand. Logan definitely was a great guy.
Mackenzie jumped back down on the floor and tugged at Max's denim jacket. "Do you want to go to the park with me? My mom said she wants to stay here, and I'm not allowed to go alone."
"Which park?" Max asked, looking at Logan questioningly.
"There's one behind the hospital," Logan explained. "It's pretty huge."
"Sure, why not. You wanna come, too?"
"Nah, thanks. Been there quite a few times before. I think I'll rather stay here."
Juna had walked up behind them by now and Max addressed her, "Is it okay?"
"Sure, why not," she answered distractedly. "Just don't, you know, she doesn't know and…"
"Don't worry. Come on, Mackenzie!" Max offered her hand and the little girl grabbed it happily.
"See ya, Mom!"
Max let herself be dragged to the elevator, giggling.
"How's your husband?" Logan asked when Max and Mackenzie had disappeared from view.
"In surgery. All I can do is wait," Juna sighed.
"I'm sure he's gonna be fine," Logan offered, flinching at his words. He knew that they were just that – only words, and saying them wouldn't help Juna deal with the situation. Everybody always said those words. 'You'll be fine', 'Everything's gonna be alright', 'You'll pull through'. He had heard all of them countless times over the past year. They never really helped him because he felt like people were just looking for the easy way out. Tell the poor guy that everything's gonna work out and the conscience is eased, and then when they turned away, or even before they did, they would have a look of pity in their eyes which he couldn't stand. No, those words didn't really offer comfort.
But Juna seemed to have accepted them. "Yeah. How is your friend anyway?"
"Not so good."
"Have you seen the Eyes Only hack? About the organ traders?"
"No, Max and I were riding up in the elevator," Logan replied quickly. "It's a good thing he stopped them though." He chided himself when he realized it had almost sounded like a question.
"Yeah, this guy seems like a really cool guy. It's very brave to stand up against everybody."
"Yeah, I guess," Logan rubbed his hands over his thighs. "Listen, you…ahem, want some coffee, I'll buy."
"I think it's my turn."
"Nah, let me, as an excuse for our sudden disappearance the last time."
"Okay." Juna smiled. She was beautiful when she did so, not gorgeously breathtaking like Max, but still…Logan wondered if all Manticore kids were engineered to look good. Maybe that was some sick play by the scientists. Have something to look at. He forced those thoughts aside.
Logan was just about to return to Randy's room, wondering where Brad had gone to in his emotional state of mind, when he heard screams from down the hallway. Both he and Juna, who was walking behind him, watched in horror as Brad walked towards them, a gun in his right hand and a vest around his chest.
Juna was the first to realize what was really happening. "It's a bomb!" she hissed, just loud enough for Logan to hear.
Waving the gun around warningly, Brad stepped into various rooms with one feet and forced everybody who could get up down the hallway, keeping an eye on the frightened group of people he had already gathered. "You try something and I'll shoot someone!" he yelled.
Logan and Juna watched, completely shocked and unable to move. Eventually Brad reached them and aimed the gun at Juna's head. "Get movin'."
"Brad, what are you doing here?" Logan swivelled his chair around and held up his hands. "You won't change anything."
"I'll make them give Randy a new liver. He won't die. You hear me? He will not die!"
TBC…
A/N: Thanks to somebody's Angel again. Other than that there isn't much to say but: ENJOY!
Oh, and right: reviews are always welcomed!
Chapter 7
"What is it with you and Max?" Randy looked up at his old friend. "She seems like a nice girl."
"She is." Logan blushed.
"But?" Randy queried.
"We're not like that." Geez, he sounded like a broken record. That line came right after 'I'm sorry, Logan' as the most frequently used words of the year.
"Why not?"
Logan shrugged. "Long story. We're just too different."
Randy raised his head slightly. "Logan, you're talking bullshit. What happened to you? You've always had a way with girls, and you got what you wanted- always."
"Things have changed," Logan said harshly.
"Alright, you're in a wheelchair. But do you really think she would be here with you if it mattered to her?"
"She deserves better," Logan's voice was emotionless. He had to stay in control; he couldn't let his feelings interfere. It was too dangerous for both of them.
"This is not about her." Randy shook his head weakly. "This is all about you."
"Pardon?" Logan shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like where this was going.
"You are scared."
"I'm not scared."
"Yes, you are. You're worried she might reject you." Randy took a deep breath and gathered his strength. "But you know what? Life's too short for worrying about what might happen that. You have to take risks. And anyway, that girl has it bad for you."
Logan didn't have an answer to that.
"You promise me you'll go for it?" Randy coughed, his breath now coming in irregular gasps. "Logan?" he pressed one last time before his body gave in to the exhaustion and he closed his eyes.
"I'll think about it," Logan whispered.
Max was distracted when Logan pulled up next to her. "Randy fell asleep," he explained.
"How is he?"
"He's still hoping." Logan answered diplomatically. "You okay?" He put his head to one side and looked at her questioningly.
"I talked to Juna," Max shrugged.
"And?"
"And she told me to leave her alone. She…she wants to forget about her past, said she left it behind." Max stood up and began to pace.
"And you don't believe that?" It was more of a statement than a question. His eyes followed her as she walked up and down in front of him.
"I can't imagine any of us could forget."
Logan shrugged, staring at his hands, his fingers entwined. "For some people it's easier to try and bury the past. You're probably just gonna have to accept that."
Before Max could answer they were interrupted. "Max! Logan!" Mackenzie ran towards them, a wide grin spreading on her face.
"Hey!" Max almost lost her balance when the kid jumped into her arms.
Logan watched, a huge smile on his face, despite the current situation. "Hi young lady," he greeted her and the girl blushed, smiling back shyly.
"Hi, Logan."
Max winked at him over Mackenzie's head, forming kisses with her lips and giggling. This young lady obviously had a crush! And it wasn't like Max didn't understand. Logan definitely was a great guy.
Mackenzie jumped back down on the floor and tugged at Max's denim jacket. "Do you want to go to the park with me? My mom said she wants to stay here, and I'm not allowed to go alone."
"Which park?" Max asked, looking at Logan questioningly.
"There's one behind the hospital," Logan explained. "It's pretty huge."
"Sure, why not. You wanna come, too?"
"Nah, thanks. Been there quite a few times before. I think I'll rather stay here."
Juna had walked up behind them by now and Max addressed her, "Is it okay?"
"Sure, why not," she answered distractedly. "Just don't, you know, she doesn't know and…"
"Don't worry. Come on, Mackenzie!" Max offered her hand and the little girl grabbed it happily.
"See ya, Mom!"
Max let herself be dragged to the elevator, giggling.
"How's your husband?" Logan asked when Max and Mackenzie had disappeared from view.
"In surgery. All I can do is wait," Juna sighed.
"I'm sure he's gonna be fine," Logan offered, flinching at his words. He knew that they were just that – only words, and saying them wouldn't help Juna deal with the situation. Everybody always said those words. 'You'll be fine', 'Everything's gonna be alright', 'You'll pull through'. He had heard all of them countless times over the past year. They never really helped him because he felt like people were just looking for the easy way out. Tell the poor guy that everything's gonna work out and the conscience is eased, and then when they turned away, or even before they did, they would have a look of pity in their eyes which he couldn't stand. No, those words didn't really offer comfort.
But Juna seemed to have accepted them. "Yeah. How is your friend anyway?"
"Not so good."
"Have you seen the Eyes Only hack? About the organ traders?"
"No, Max and I were riding up in the elevator," Logan replied quickly. "It's a good thing he stopped them though." He chided himself when he realized it had almost sounded like a question.
"Yeah, this guy seems like a really cool guy. It's very brave to stand up against everybody."
"Yeah, I guess," Logan rubbed his hands over his thighs. "Listen, you…ahem, want some coffee, I'll buy."
"I think it's my turn."
"Nah, let me, as an excuse for our sudden disappearance the last time."
"Okay." Juna smiled. She was beautiful when she did so, not gorgeously breathtaking like Max, but still…Logan wondered if all Manticore kids were engineered to look good. Maybe that was some sick play by the scientists. Have something to look at. He forced those thoughts aside.
Logan was just about to return to Randy's room, wondering where Brad had gone to in his emotional state of mind, when he heard screams from down the hallway. Both he and Juna, who was walking behind him, watched in horror as Brad walked towards them, a gun in his right hand and a vest around his chest.
Juna was the first to realize what was really happening. "It's a bomb!" she hissed, just loud enough for Logan to hear.
Waving the gun around warningly, Brad stepped into various rooms with one feet and forced everybody who could get up down the hallway, keeping an eye on the frightened group of people he had already gathered. "You try something and I'll shoot someone!" he yelled.
Logan and Juna watched, completely shocked and unable to move. Eventually Brad reached them and aimed the gun at Juna's head. "Get movin'."
"Brad, what are you doing here?" Logan swivelled his chair around and held up his hands. "You won't change anything."
"I'll make them give Randy a new liver. He won't die. You hear me? He will not die!"
TBC…