Title: Misconception
Summary: Max and Alec have to play along so they wont get in trouble. MA (AN: The whole purpose of this story is to hear Max call Logan....)
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Dark Angel, they belong to James Cameron and Fox.
A/N: I didn't think I was going to write any more chapters for this story, but since I got so many reviews I guess I feel kind of obligated to, so here it is. I also wrote this in less then thirty minutes (seems to be the formula)
A/N: Please review!
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CHAPTER TWO
The smell of tomatoes roasting in a pan with garlic and olive oil filled the penthouse as Logan cooked his famous pasta putaneska. He decided to add a bit more pepper to his sauce.
His trail of thought brought him to a week ago. The last time he saw Max. When she came to hide from the sector police, with Alec in tow, he thought rolling his eyes. He will never forget the look on her face when he walked in with the sector cop. It all seemed just a bit too real.
'But could it be real?' he asked him self imagining a 5-year-old version of Max running up to him with her arms open and little pig tails. And then he imagined himself waiving to Max as she got on a school bus, slightly older, in a little school uniform and a backpack on her back. And then her, riding her bike, doing her homework, and making out with Alec on the couch.
He shook the pleasant thoughts out of his head as he smelled smoke coming from his pasta sauce. "Shit." Cursed as he grabbed the pan and threw it into the sink, and did the stupidest thing yet, he turned on the faucet and immediately as the water hit the burning pan dark clouds of smoke steamed into the air, on him, and all over his kitchen.
He sighed and went to the bathroom to wash his face from the dark smoke that left his skin dirty. He splashed cold water onto his face and looked into the mirror. A sudden flash on insecurity came as he pictured himself next to Alec. He grabbed a towel in anger and wiped his face and flinging it carelessly before exiting the small bathroom.
'It just isn't fair!' he thought. 'How am I supposed compete with him? But then again I guess there is no competition at all, since she chose to be with Alec.' Instantly a mental picture of Max and Alec having sex came to his mind. He thought of various positions and things they would do to each other.
Logan jumped up, "What the hell am I thinking?" he asked himself as he headed back into the kitchen. He looked at the pan in the sink and sighed. Now he didn't have enough material to make a new sauce so he grabbed his coat and headed to the grocery store to buy more.
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Logan pulled the coat closer to himself when he walked out of the warm building. The cold air was more then he was used to, with him inside all day. As he was walking he noticed a young woman with a baby carriage, she struggled with the baby obvious that it was her first and she was inexperienced.
'Oh my god!' he thought. 'What if Max is pregnant? Sure watching them make it would be fun but what about the outcome?' This thought terrified him he entered the supermarket in search for his supplies to make new pasta sauce.
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Logan arrived at his penthouse, the thought of Max having a baby couldn't leave his mind. I guess somehow in his mind he could always think that she could come back to him, but with a baby there would always he some kind of emotional attachment between them. After all, they brought a new life into this world!
"No! No! No!" he yelled at himself to make himself stop thinking about it. 'But I guess she still could come back to me, even if she had a baby. Sure I could pretend to be the baby's father. And probably do a better job then Alec!' he thought.
But that wasn't what worried it was the fact that he didn't think, he knew he couldn't perform in the bedroom as well as Alec. After all, Alec was younger, stronger, and way sexier. 'But what was the last thing that Gem told him in Terminal City? Oh yeah, once you go transgenic you never go back.'
Summary: Max and Alec have to play along so they wont get in trouble. MA (AN: The whole purpose of this story is to hear Max call Logan....)
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Dark Angel, they belong to James Cameron and Fox.
A/N: I didn't think I was going to write any more chapters for this story, but since I got so many reviews I guess I feel kind of obligated to, so here it is. I also wrote this in less then thirty minutes (seems to be the formula)
A/N: Please review!
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CHAPTER TWO
The smell of tomatoes roasting in a pan with garlic and olive oil filled the penthouse as Logan cooked his famous pasta putaneska. He decided to add a bit more pepper to his sauce.
His trail of thought brought him to a week ago. The last time he saw Max. When she came to hide from the sector police, with Alec in tow, he thought rolling his eyes. He will never forget the look on her face when he walked in with the sector cop. It all seemed just a bit too real.
'But could it be real?' he asked him self imagining a 5-year-old version of Max running up to him with her arms open and little pig tails. And then he imagined himself waiving to Max as she got on a school bus, slightly older, in a little school uniform and a backpack on her back. And then her, riding her bike, doing her homework, and making out with Alec on the couch.
He shook the pleasant thoughts out of his head as he smelled smoke coming from his pasta sauce. "Shit." Cursed as he grabbed the pan and threw it into the sink, and did the stupidest thing yet, he turned on the faucet and immediately as the water hit the burning pan dark clouds of smoke steamed into the air, on him, and all over his kitchen.
He sighed and went to the bathroom to wash his face from the dark smoke that left his skin dirty. He splashed cold water onto his face and looked into the mirror. A sudden flash on insecurity came as he pictured himself next to Alec. He grabbed a towel in anger and wiped his face and flinging it carelessly before exiting the small bathroom.
'It just isn't fair!' he thought. 'How am I supposed compete with him? But then again I guess there is no competition at all, since she chose to be with Alec.' Instantly a mental picture of Max and Alec having sex came to his mind. He thought of various positions and things they would do to each other.
Logan jumped up, "What the hell am I thinking?" he asked himself as he headed back into the kitchen. He looked at the pan in the sink and sighed. Now he didn't have enough material to make a new sauce so he grabbed his coat and headed to the grocery store to buy more.
~*~
Logan pulled the coat closer to himself when he walked out of the warm building. The cold air was more then he was used to, with him inside all day. As he was walking he noticed a young woman with a baby carriage, she struggled with the baby obvious that it was her first and she was inexperienced.
'Oh my god!' he thought. 'What if Max is pregnant? Sure watching them make it would be fun but what about the outcome?' This thought terrified him he entered the supermarket in search for his supplies to make new pasta sauce.
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Logan arrived at his penthouse, the thought of Max having a baby couldn't leave his mind. I guess somehow in his mind he could always think that she could come back to him, but with a baby there would always he some kind of emotional attachment between them. After all, they brought a new life into this world!
"No! No! No!" he yelled at himself to make himself stop thinking about it. 'But I guess she still could come back to me, even if she had a baby. Sure I could pretend to be the baby's father. And probably do a better job then Alec!' he thought.
But that wasn't what worried it was the fact that he didn't think, he knew he couldn't perform in the bedroom as well as Alec. After all, Alec was younger, stronger, and way sexier. 'But what was the last thing that Gem told him in Terminal City? Oh yeah, once you go transgenic you never go back.'