First of all.
***Thank you idlehands452 for the very quick Beta-ing and improving the story * muah* and thanks for the lovely discriptions***
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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!
Summary:
Chapter 1: Logan got his back surgery and lost his feeling from the chest down.
Chapter 2: Bling takes Logan home
Chapter 3: Max and Logan kissed. Logan didn't tell Max about his condition.
Chapter 4: Logan in bed, exploring his body and falls asleep.
Chapter 5: Logan lied to Max about his condition and watched TV together in bed.
Chapter 6: Max gets a seizure and Logan tried to help her.
Chapter 7: Logan has ripped his stitches
Chapter 8: Growing closer together
Chapter 9: Bling tried to convince Logan to tell Max the truth.
Chapter 10: Logan wakes up and is able to feel, but not able to move.
Chapter 11: Logan got out of bed by himself, after Sam left and got told off by Bling.
Chapter 12: Max gives Logan another blood transfusion.
Chapter 13: Able to wiggles the toes, Max learns about Logan's spasms
Chapter 14: Logan burns himself out during exercise. Bling is telling him to slow down.
Chapter 15: Logan rises in front of Max, and is able to walk on crutches.
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Chapter 16 First Date
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It was already afternoon, Max and Logan were sitting at the coffee table and were still playing their game of chess.
It seemed like forever, when Logan made his move.
"Finally." -Max said and quickly made her move.
"She beats a retreat in the face of the Sicilian gambit . . ." -Logan rubbed his chin.
"Check."
Logan went to make another move.
"Hmm-hmm." -Max shook her head.
"It's not checkmate. Is it?" -Logan leaned 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.
"Actually, it's five." -Max corrected him.
"Right, five . . ." -Logan leaned back on the couch.
"Shall we go and prepare our picnic?"
"Yeah, sure!" - Logan agreed.
Max stood up and Logan did the same.
"Max, look."
Max, who was just a few steps away from the kitchen, turned around. She saw Logan taking a few steps without his crutches.
"Am I dreaming this?" -Logan asked in disbelief.
Max walked over to Logan, who was still staring at his own feet. She pinched him hard in his arm.
"Ouch!" -Logan rubbed his arm, which she just had pinched. "What did you do that for?" He squinted his eyes at her.
"Just making sure you weren't dreaming." -She winked
"I guess . . . I'm not dreaming." -He sniggered. "But still, I can't believe it." -Logan took another few steps. "I mean . . .uh. . . your blood . . .It's happening so quickly. -He stammered.
"Well, we were designed to recover from injuries quicker." -Max tried to sound casual, but she was actually thrilled.
She walked over to Logan, who stood there astonished.
"Come on miracle boy, let's go." -Max smiled, she held his hand, and guided him to the kitchen.
Logan rubbed his thumb on her soft hand. Max looked into Logan's gorgeous blue eyes with her big Bambi brown ones. They both knew that this was their first time that they walked together hand in hand.
"OK." Logan said shyly and let go of her hand. "I'll get the bread." -He said nervously.
Logan sliced the bread and Max took care of the toppings, she expertly stacked the cheese, turkey, lettuce, and tomatoes.
Logan watched the intense concentration etched on her face as she prepared the sandwiches.
"And here I thought you would starve if I didn't feed you," -He joked
When everything was done, they put the whole lot in a backpack along with some excellent pre-pulse wine Logan had been saving.
"Do you have a old blanket or something?"
"Yeah, hold on." -Logan took a large tablecloth out of a cabinet.
"Will this do?" -He waved it in front of Max.
"Yeah its fine, but it will get dirty though."
"Nah, don't worry it's old, I hardly use it." -He stuffed the tablecloth in the back pack. "OK, I think we are ready to go." -He swung the bag on his shoulder.
"Great." -Max walked over to the door.
Logan took a glance at his crutches, which were still in the living room, leaning against the couch. He grinned and headed to the door.
He passed the therapy room, Max saw Logan taking a quick look at his wheelchair, which he had abandon only a day ago.
When his shining blue eyes left the chair, they wandered over to meet the chocolate brown eyes that sparkled lovingly at him.
Max smiled and reached out a hand to him, which he gently took.
Logan locked the door and they walked hand in hand to the elevator.
. . .
In the elevator, Logan pressed the button to take them to the garage.
As soon as the doors closed they both felt nervousness pass between them.
Max looked up at him, their eyes met.
"So." -They both said at the same time and laughed at what they just said.
"OK, so this is what a first date feels like." -Max began.
"Yeah, I think so." -Logan broke the intense eye contact and franticly started to study the level indicator with great interest.
"Are you nervous?" -She sensed that Logan was tense.
"Nah . . ." -He lied. "I'm just . . . hey, we're here." -Logan was saved by the elevator bell, and the doors sliding open.
Logan unlocked the doors to his Aztec and walked over to the passenger side to hold the door open for Max.
"Thanks." -She said and stepped in the vehicle.
"Your very welcome." -He smiled while closing the door.
Logan placed the bag in the trunk and walked over to the drivers seat and got in the car.
The park wasn't far away, but because of the traffic and sector checks, the ride took a little longer.
Max watched how Logan still manoeuvred the car with the hand controls. He caught her watching him.
"I'm used to the hand controls."-He explained. "And it's been a while since I have used the foot pedals." -He chuckled and motioned to his legs and the pedals underneath the dashboard.
"Well, you have plenty of time to re-adjust again." -She smiled.
"Yeah." -Logan unconsciously rubbed his thigh, which he did feel.
. . .
Logan, finding an open space parked his Aztec.
"Wait here, Max." -He motioned her to stay put as he got out. He got the backpack from the car and walked over to the passenger seat. He opened the door with a swing and raised his palm up, which Max gracefully took as she stepped out of the car.
The sunbeams were shining through the branches of the trees and landed on the path, which they followed. They passed a kindergarten playground, which was deserted.
"Logan, do you wanna. . .?" -She motioned with her head to the playground.
"Nah." -He nodded insecurely.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. No fun for Logan Cale." -She pouted.
"Well . . . I'm not sure if I . . . uh." -He hesitated.
"That means a yes!' -Max answered quickly, leaving no time for Logan back out. She dragged him over to the swings.
"Sit down." -She pointed to the seat.
"Max, it's been a long time . . ." -He pursed his lips together.
"You'll do fine!" -She said as she sat in the swing next to him and started to swing back and forth.
Max noticed that Logan was still sitting sadly in the swing, staring at his own feet. She stopped swinging and stood up.
"You know how to swing? Don't you? -She asked tentatively. She kneeled down in front of him, and started to rub his thighs gently.
Logan remained silent and stared at Max's hands, which were caressing his thighs.
"Logan?"
He looked up at her.
"I was hoping you would push me!" -He grinned cheekily at her.
Max realised that Logan was joking.
"Oh, you think that was funny!" -She laughed and lightly punched him in the thigh.
"Ouch! Max, that hurts!" -He rubbed his thigh.
"You big baby! It wasn't that hard!" -She laughed and settled herself back in the swing.
Logan grinned. "So?" -He asked her questionably.
"So what?"
"Aren't you going to push me?"
"OK, if you insist." -Max grinned cheekily.
Max stood up and pushed Logan back and forth. As he gained momentum he went higher and higher.
"Whoa, Max, stop!" -Logan laughed.
She ignored him. Pushing higher and higher.
"Max! Seriously, Stop."
Max thinking he was joking again continued to push him.
Logan jumped out of the swing and landed on his knees on the sand.
"Oh, Logan. I am so sorry . . ." -She crouched next to him.
Logan panted.
"Are you OK?" -She asked worriedly and placed an arm around his shoulders.
"Yeah, it's just. . . I'm not really fond of heights." -He bit his lip.
"I didn't know . . . I thought you were joking."
They both looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Oh boy, look at us!" -Logan laughed.
"And it is not even funny!" -She added.
"I know!" -He grinned.
"Why don't we have our picnic, now we are both on our butts."
"Here?"
"Yeah, why not. We're both dirty now." -She shrugged and opened the bag and got out the food.
. . .
Logan crossed his legs and Max sat on her knees in front of him.
They laughed and talked while they ate, exchanging stories and relaxing in the rare Seattle sun.
When they had finished their sandwiches and drinks, Max stood up and brushed the sand off her knees.
Logan was still sitting in the sand.
"Logan? You're not planning to stay on your butt all day, are you?" -Max looked down at him.
"Max. . . I . . . Can't stand up." -He stammered.
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TBC
please review, please?
original-d@excite.com
***Thank you idlehands452 for the very quick Beta-ing and improving the story * muah* and thanks for the lovely discriptions***
.
-agmgdafan --- Thanks ! but i dont think i will be able to finish it !
-forever eyes --- Thanks for reviewing. but sorry no ends :P ( not yet )
-idlehands452 --- *hugs* ( no words needed )
-Steffi --- Thanks for reviewing again (:-) (:-) (:-)
-missundaztood --- Thanks
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!
Summary:
Chapter 1: Logan got his back surgery and lost his feeling from the chest down.
Chapter 2: Bling takes Logan home
Chapter 3: Max and Logan kissed. Logan didn't tell Max about his condition.
Chapter 4: Logan in bed, exploring his body and falls asleep.
Chapter 5: Logan lied to Max about his condition and watched TV together in bed.
Chapter 6: Max gets a seizure and Logan tried to help her.
Chapter 7: Logan has ripped his stitches
Chapter 8: Growing closer together
Chapter 9: Bling tried to convince Logan to tell Max the truth.
Chapter 10: Logan wakes up and is able to feel, but not able to move.
Chapter 11: Logan got out of bed by himself, after Sam left and got told off by Bling.
Chapter 12: Max gives Logan another blood transfusion.
Chapter 13: Able to wiggles the toes, Max learns about Logan's spasms
Chapter 14: Logan burns himself out during exercise. Bling is telling him to slow down.
Chapter 15: Logan rises in front of Max, and is able to walk on crutches.
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Chapter 16 First Date
.
It was already afternoon, Max and Logan were sitting at the coffee table and were still playing their game of chess.
It seemed like forever, when Logan made his move.
"Finally." -Max said and quickly made her move.
"She beats a retreat in the face of the Sicilian gambit . . ." -Logan rubbed his chin.
"Check."
Logan went to make another move.
"Hmm-hmm." -Max shook her head.
"It's not checkmate. Is it?" -Logan leaned 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.
"Actually, it's five." -Max corrected him.
"Right, five . . ." -Logan leaned back on the couch.
"Shall we go and prepare our picnic?"
"Yeah, sure!" - Logan agreed.
Max stood up and Logan did the same.
"Max, look."
Max, who was just a few steps away from the kitchen, turned around. She saw Logan taking a few steps without his crutches.
"Am I dreaming this?" -Logan asked in disbelief.
Max walked over to Logan, who was still staring at his own feet. She pinched him hard in his arm.
"Ouch!" -Logan rubbed his arm, which she just had pinched. "What did you do that for?" He squinted his eyes at her.
"Just making sure you weren't dreaming." -She winked
"I guess . . . I'm not dreaming." -He sniggered. "But still, I can't believe it." -Logan took another few steps. "I mean . . .uh. . . your blood . . .It's happening so quickly. -He stammered.
"Well, we were designed to recover from injuries quicker." -Max tried to sound casual, but she was actually thrilled.
She walked over to Logan, who stood there astonished.
"Come on miracle boy, let's go." -Max smiled, she held his hand, and guided him to the kitchen.
Logan rubbed his thumb on her soft hand. Max looked into Logan's gorgeous blue eyes with her big Bambi brown ones. They both knew that this was their first time that they walked together hand in hand.
"OK." Logan said shyly and let go of her hand. "I'll get the bread." -He said nervously.
Logan sliced the bread and Max took care of the toppings, she expertly stacked the cheese, turkey, lettuce, and tomatoes.
Logan watched the intense concentration etched on her face as she prepared the sandwiches.
"And here I thought you would starve if I didn't feed you," -He joked
When everything was done, they put the whole lot in a backpack along with some excellent pre-pulse wine Logan had been saving.
"Do you have a old blanket or something?"
"Yeah, hold on." -Logan took a large tablecloth out of a cabinet.
"Will this do?" -He waved it in front of Max.
"Yeah its fine, but it will get dirty though."
"Nah, don't worry it's old, I hardly use it." -He stuffed the tablecloth in the back pack. "OK, I think we are ready to go." -He swung the bag on his shoulder.
"Great." -Max walked over to the door.
Logan took a glance at his crutches, which were still in the living room, leaning against the couch. He grinned and headed to the door.
He passed the therapy room, Max saw Logan taking a quick look at his wheelchair, which he had abandon only a day ago.
When his shining blue eyes left the chair, they wandered over to meet the chocolate brown eyes that sparkled lovingly at him.
Max smiled and reached out a hand to him, which he gently took.
Logan locked the door and they walked hand in hand to the elevator.
. . .
In the elevator, Logan pressed the button to take them to the garage.
As soon as the doors closed they both felt nervousness pass between them.
Max looked up at him, their eyes met.
"So." -They both said at the same time and laughed at what they just said.
"OK, so this is what a first date feels like." -Max began.
"Yeah, I think so." -Logan broke the intense eye contact and franticly started to study the level indicator with great interest.
"Are you nervous?" -She sensed that Logan was tense.
"Nah . . ." -He lied. "I'm just . . . hey, we're here." -Logan was saved by the elevator bell, and the doors sliding open.
Logan unlocked the doors to his Aztec and walked over to the passenger side to hold the door open for Max.
"Thanks." -She said and stepped in the vehicle.
"Your very welcome." -He smiled while closing the door.
Logan placed the bag in the trunk and walked over to the drivers seat and got in the car.
The park wasn't far away, but because of the traffic and sector checks, the ride took a little longer.
Max watched how Logan still manoeuvred the car with the hand controls. He caught her watching him.
"I'm used to the hand controls."-He explained. "And it's been a while since I have used the foot pedals." -He chuckled and motioned to his legs and the pedals underneath the dashboard.
"Well, you have plenty of time to re-adjust again." -She smiled.
"Yeah." -Logan unconsciously rubbed his thigh, which he did feel.
. . .
Logan, finding an open space parked his Aztec.
"Wait here, Max." -He motioned her to stay put as he got out. He got the backpack from the car and walked over to the passenger seat. He opened the door with a swing and raised his palm up, which Max gracefully took as she stepped out of the car.
The sunbeams were shining through the branches of the trees and landed on the path, which they followed. They passed a kindergarten playground, which was deserted.
"Logan, do you wanna. . .?" -She motioned with her head to the playground.
"Nah." -He nodded insecurely.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. No fun for Logan Cale." -She pouted.
"Well . . . I'm not sure if I . . . uh." -He hesitated.
"That means a yes!' -Max answered quickly, leaving no time for Logan back out. She dragged him over to the swings.
"Sit down." -She pointed to the seat.
"Max, it's been a long time . . ." -He pursed his lips together.
"You'll do fine!" -She said as she sat in the swing next to him and started to swing back and forth.
Max noticed that Logan was still sitting sadly in the swing, staring at his own feet. She stopped swinging and stood up.
"You know how to swing? Don't you? -She asked tentatively. She kneeled down in front of him, and started to rub his thighs gently.
Logan remained silent and stared at Max's hands, which were caressing his thighs.
"Logan?"
He looked up at her.
"I was hoping you would push me!" -He grinned cheekily at her.
Max realised that Logan was joking.
"Oh, you think that was funny!" -She laughed and lightly punched him in the thigh.
"Ouch! Max, that hurts!" -He rubbed his thigh.
"You big baby! It wasn't that hard!" -She laughed and settled herself back in the swing.
Logan grinned. "So?" -He asked her questionably.
"So what?"
"Aren't you going to push me?"
"OK, if you insist." -Max grinned cheekily.
Max stood up and pushed Logan back and forth. As he gained momentum he went higher and higher.
"Whoa, Max, stop!" -Logan laughed.
She ignored him. Pushing higher and higher.
"Max! Seriously, Stop."
Max thinking he was joking again continued to push him.
Logan jumped out of the swing and landed on his knees on the sand.
"Oh, Logan. I am so sorry . . ." -She crouched next to him.
Logan panted.
"Are you OK?" -She asked worriedly and placed an arm around his shoulders.
"Yeah, it's just. . . I'm not really fond of heights." -He bit his lip.
"I didn't know . . . I thought you were joking."
They both looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Oh boy, look at us!" -Logan laughed.
"And it is not even funny!" -She added.
"I know!" -He grinned.
"Why don't we have our picnic, now we are both on our butts."
"Here?"
"Yeah, why not. We're both dirty now." -She shrugged and opened the bag and got out the food.
. . .
Logan crossed his legs and Max sat on her knees in front of him.
They laughed and talked while they ate, exchanging stories and relaxing in the rare Seattle sun.
When they had finished their sandwiches and drinks, Max stood up and brushed the sand off her knees.
Logan was still sitting in the sand.
"Logan? You're not planning to stay on your butt all day, are you?" -Max looked down at him.
"Max. . . I . . . Can't stand up." -He stammered.
* * *
TBC
please review, please?
original-d@excite.com