***Thank you idlehands452 for the Beta-ing and improving the story, and preventing me from making the giant mistake! ***
-Superblonde--- Thanks, and I hated that too when Logan kept hiding it, like in Kidz and Prodigy!
-Me--- Sorry for milking it out. But we are almost there ! - Oh and sorry for letting you wait so long for the next chapter ;)
-idlehands452 --- I know! Where are al the ML stories? I think you should write one! Thanks for beta-ing!
-agmgdafan --- Thanks for reviewing!
-Colie --- Thank you so much!!!
-Zusanli --- Thanks for reviewing!
*Alaidh- thanks for telling me to get rid of these - - - - things!
* waves to my email pen-pal named "honey" *
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.
Chapter 16: A trip to the park. Logan kind of fools around with Max.
Chapter 17: He enjoys her touch, they dance, she learns about his scars and feels guilty.
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Chapter 18 Little Help & Time
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"Oh my God, Logan!" She dropped everything down on the nearest kitchen island and hurried over.
She found Logan in an awkward position. He was hanging between the kitchen island and the kitchen counter; his legs were hanging weakly underneath him.
"Don't! I can do it," he grunted.
Logan tried to drag himself up. His face was turning read, and wrinkles covered his face from exertion.
Max saw that he was struggling and moved to help him.
Logan gave her a cold look, but she already had her arms around him. She squatted down, held him closely in a tight embrace, and helped him back onto his feet.
"You can let go of me now," he said, frustrated when Max supported him longer than necessary.
Max slowly released her grip from him.
"Logan, what's going on?" She asked worriedly.
"I guess I've been standing too long," he sighed and walked over to the fridge, ignoring the look she was giving him.
"I suggest you better take a rest and now," she emphasized the last word.
"Max . . . I'm feeling fine," he sighed. There was an agitated tone to his voice.
Logan closed the fridge and laid some tomatoes, a cucumber, carrots and lettuce on the island's chopping board.
"But Logan," Max said, exasperated at his stubbornness.
Logan pretended he didn't hear her and started to chop the vegetables.
Max grumpily sat down on the other kitchen island and glared at Logan, whose attention was still focused on the vegetables.
While chopping the lettuce, Logan felt a minor muscle spasm in his lower back. He ignored it and concentrated on the lettuce.
"Damn it! Will this never stop?" Logan groaned. He dropped the knife on the chopping board and exhaled deeply, trying to control some of the pain.
Max, shocked by the sudden outburst, thought he was angry with her. But seeing Logan bending down and grimacing with discomfort, she knew he wasn't.
Logan tried to knead the little spasm out of his back.
Max walked over to Logan, placed her hand over his, and helped ease him to a standing position.
Their eyes met.
"You can't continue like this, you need to give yourself a break," she said sympathetically.
Logan sighed. He knew that she was right and he accepted the help from Max, who carefully supported him to the living room couch.
Max slowly eased Logan onto the sofa.
"Thanks," he sighed.
"How bad is it?" She asked as she helped him to lie down on his side.
"Not that bad, I can handle it."
Max caressed his scruffy cheek.
"Damn it!" He cursed again when he felt another attack.
"Do you want me to help?" She asked cautiously, looking at his hand, which was kneading the muscles.
"Nah, I'm fine," he let go of his back. "They are just minor spasms."
"Are you sure?" She asked worriedly and sat down sideways on the couch.
"Yeah, don't worry. I just need to lie down for a bit." He tried to smile.
Max ran her fingers through his hair.
"By the way, where is Bling?" She asked.
"I gave him a day off, he will be back tomorrow," he grinned.
***
Max finished slicing the vegetables that Logan had left. Then she seasoned them and turned it into a colourful salad, while the left over chicken and the mashed potatoes were being warmed up in the oven.
She quickly set the dinner table.
"Do you need help?" Logan walked towards the table with a lighter and a candle.
"That depends . . . how's your back?" She stroked his back lightly.
"Fine," he smiled and put the candle on the table.
Together they enjoyed their dinner with romantic candlelight along with a good old Pre-Pulse wine.
***
That night they were lying together in bed, the room was illuminated by candlelight, and soft music played from the stereo; creating a wholly romantic atmosphere.
Max propped herself up on her elbows and was facing Logan, who was undressing himself.
She admired the muscles that were exposed when Logan took off his shirt, and noticed that his arms, chest and shoulders were nicely developed due to the time he had spent in his wheelchair.
He blushed when he saw her staring at him.
Slightly embarrassed, he lifted up the blankets and stepped into the bed.
Logan rolled on his side and faced Max, who gave him a welcoming kiss. He ran his fingers through her curls and left off to caress her bare arms.
Max stroked her foot against his slightly hairy shin.
He chuckled when he felt her foot.
She gazed into his eyes, while she entangled her fingers with his. She felt the rough callouses on his hands, which were caused by pushing the rims of the wheels.
Logan felt her rubbing her thumb over the hard skin on the inside of his palm. Feeling insecure, he broke the intense eye contact and pulled his hand back from Max's fingers, and clenched it into a fist.
He could feel his face going red and looked down.
Max lifted his chin up and gently smiled at him, trying to reassure him that there was nothing wrong with him.
She slowly reached back for the hand that had left her abruptly, while holding his other hand close to her heart.
Slowly, she pulled his hand towards her. She gently opened his clenched fist with her tender fingers, and moved his hand towards her soft lips and slowly kissed the inside of his palm.
Max felt him tense. Noticing he was uncomfortable with that, she quickly moved over to kiss each tip of his long, slender, fingers and looked into his eyes.
He felt her warm skin when she placed his hand, which had just been kissed, under her tank top.
She started to caress his neck and pulled him closer to kiss him on his lips, slowly exploring his mouth with her tongue.
Logan gently stroked the soft skin on her waist.
Max ran her hands over his bare chest and strong shoulders, while she felt his smooth foot running over the inside of her ankle.
Slowly, she climbed onto Logan and felt him tense again. She tried to make him feel comfortable by placing little kisses on his neck and chest.
Logan was feeling very nervous, what if he couldn't do it? He still didn't have total control over his body. What if it won't work at all?
Max slowly started to rock her body against his.
Logan felt himself stressing at the contact.
She was hanging above him, kissing him on the neck, and caressing his muscular shoulders.
Max was coming closer and closer to him; her entire body weight was almost on Logan.
He flinched when felt her inner thigh resting on his groin, which was still sensitive from the sterile procedures he had endured.
It didn't feel right. This wasn't pleasure.
"Max," he said nervously. "I . . . I can't do it . . . Not now," he stammered.
"What's wrong?" She affectionately looked him in his eyes.
"I need time," he sighed. "After the shooting, I haven't been able . . ." He stopped and avoided her eyes. He turned his head and stared at the walls.
This was so hard for him. He felt so insecure. He didn't want to screw this up.
"I don't know if it's 100% back," he continued. "I need time."
Max turned his chin towards her and looked him in his eyes. "Take all the time you need, I can wait, we've got all the time in the world . . ."
"But I love you no matter what," she whispered softly in his ear.
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-Superblonde--- Thanks, and I hated that too when Logan kept hiding it, like in Kidz and Prodigy!
-Me--- Sorry for milking it out. But we are almost there ! - Oh and sorry for letting you wait so long for the next chapter ;)
-idlehands452 --- I know! Where are al the ML stories? I think you should write one! Thanks for beta-ing!
-agmgdafan --- Thanks for reviewing!
-Colie --- Thank you so much!!!
-Zusanli --- Thanks for reviewing!
*Alaidh- thanks for telling me to get rid of these - - - - things!
* waves to my email pen-pal named "honey" *
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.
Chapter 16: A trip to the park. Logan kind of fools around with Max.
Chapter 17: He enjoys her touch, they dance, she learns about his scars and feels guilty.
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Chapter 18 Little Help & Time
.
"Oh my God, Logan!" She dropped everything down on the nearest kitchen island and hurried over.
She found Logan in an awkward position. He was hanging between the kitchen island and the kitchen counter; his legs were hanging weakly underneath him.
"Don't! I can do it," he grunted.
Logan tried to drag himself up. His face was turning read, and wrinkles covered his face from exertion.
Max saw that he was struggling and moved to help him.
Logan gave her a cold look, but she already had her arms around him. She squatted down, held him closely in a tight embrace, and helped him back onto his feet.
"You can let go of me now," he said, frustrated when Max supported him longer than necessary.
Max slowly released her grip from him.
"Logan, what's going on?" She asked worriedly.
"I guess I've been standing too long," he sighed and walked over to the fridge, ignoring the look she was giving him.
"I suggest you better take a rest and now," she emphasized the last word.
"Max . . . I'm feeling fine," he sighed. There was an agitated tone to his voice.
Logan closed the fridge and laid some tomatoes, a cucumber, carrots and lettuce on the island's chopping board.
"But Logan," Max said, exasperated at his stubbornness.
Logan pretended he didn't hear her and started to chop the vegetables.
Max grumpily sat down on the other kitchen island and glared at Logan, whose attention was still focused on the vegetables.
While chopping the lettuce, Logan felt a minor muscle spasm in his lower back. He ignored it and concentrated on the lettuce.
"Damn it! Will this never stop?" Logan groaned. He dropped the knife on the chopping board and exhaled deeply, trying to control some of the pain.
Max, shocked by the sudden outburst, thought he was angry with her. But seeing Logan bending down and grimacing with discomfort, she knew he wasn't.
Logan tried to knead the little spasm out of his back.
Max walked over to Logan, placed her hand over his, and helped ease him to a standing position.
Their eyes met.
"You can't continue like this, you need to give yourself a break," she said sympathetically.
Logan sighed. He knew that she was right and he accepted the help from Max, who carefully supported him to the living room couch.
Max slowly eased Logan onto the sofa.
"Thanks," he sighed.
"How bad is it?" She asked as she helped him to lie down on his side.
"Not that bad, I can handle it."
Max caressed his scruffy cheek.
"Damn it!" He cursed again when he felt another attack.
"Do you want me to help?" She asked cautiously, looking at his hand, which was kneading the muscles.
"Nah, I'm fine," he let go of his back. "They are just minor spasms."
"Are you sure?" She asked worriedly and sat down sideways on the couch.
"Yeah, don't worry. I just need to lie down for a bit." He tried to smile.
Max ran her fingers through his hair.
"By the way, where is Bling?" She asked.
"I gave him a day off, he will be back tomorrow," he grinned.
***
Max finished slicing the vegetables that Logan had left. Then she seasoned them and turned it into a colourful salad, while the left over chicken and the mashed potatoes were being warmed up in the oven.
She quickly set the dinner table.
"Do you need help?" Logan walked towards the table with a lighter and a candle.
"That depends . . . how's your back?" She stroked his back lightly.
"Fine," he smiled and put the candle on the table.
Together they enjoyed their dinner with romantic candlelight along with a good old Pre-Pulse wine.
***
That night they were lying together in bed, the room was illuminated by candlelight, and soft music played from the stereo; creating a wholly romantic atmosphere.
Max propped herself up on her elbows and was facing Logan, who was undressing himself.
She admired the muscles that were exposed when Logan took off his shirt, and noticed that his arms, chest and shoulders were nicely developed due to the time he had spent in his wheelchair.
He blushed when he saw her staring at him.
Slightly embarrassed, he lifted up the blankets and stepped into the bed.
Logan rolled on his side and faced Max, who gave him a welcoming kiss. He ran his fingers through her curls and left off to caress her bare arms.
Max stroked her foot against his slightly hairy shin.
He chuckled when he felt her foot.
She gazed into his eyes, while she entangled her fingers with his. She felt the rough callouses on his hands, which were caused by pushing the rims of the wheels.
Logan felt her rubbing her thumb over the hard skin on the inside of his palm. Feeling insecure, he broke the intense eye contact and pulled his hand back from Max's fingers, and clenched it into a fist.
He could feel his face going red and looked down.
Max lifted his chin up and gently smiled at him, trying to reassure him that there was nothing wrong with him.
She slowly reached back for the hand that had left her abruptly, while holding his other hand close to her heart.
Slowly, she pulled his hand towards her. She gently opened his clenched fist with her tender fingers, and moved his hand towards her soft lips and slowly kissed the inside of his palm.
Max felt him tense. Noticing he was uncomfortable with that, she quickly moved over to kiss each tip of his long, slender, fingers and looked into his eyes.
He felt her warm skin when she placed his hand, which had just been kissed, under her tank top.
She started to caress his neck and pulled him closer to kiss him on his lips, slowly exploring his mouth with her tongue.
Logan gently stroked the soft skin on her waist.
Max ran her hands over his bare chest and strong shoulders, while she felt his smooth foot running over the inside of her ankle.
Slowly, she climbed onto Logan and felt him tense again. She tried to make him feel comfortable by placing little kisses on his neck and chest.
Logan was feeling very nervous, what if he couldn't do it? He still didn't have total control over his body. What if it won't work at all?
Max slowly started to rock her body against his.
Logan felt himself stressing at the contact.
She was hanging above him, kissing him on the neck, and caressing his muscular shoulders.
Max was coming closer and closer to him; her entire body weight was almost on Logan.
He flinched when felt her inner thigh resting on his groin, which was still sensitive from the sterile procedures he had endured.
It didn't feel right. This wasn't pleasure.
"Max," he said nervously. "I . . . I can't do it . . . Not now," he stammered.
"What's wrong?" She affectionately looked him in his eyes.
"I need time," he sighed. "After the shooting, I haven't been able . . ." He stopped and avoided her eyes. He turned his head and stared at the walls.
This was so hard for him. He felt so insecure. He didn't want to screw this up.
"I don't know if it's 100% back," he continued. "I need time."
Max turned his chin towards her and looked him in his eyes. "Take all the time you need, I can wait, we've got all the time in the world . . ."
"But I love you no matter what," she whispered softly in his ear.
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