This is Alpha---- its not beta-ed.----- Sorry---
And sorry that it took me so long to write this- but I put a lot of time in this chapter so I hope you like it. Enjoy!
-Me --- Hey this chapter is a bit longer that usual, I hope you like it . Thanks for reviewing.
-agmgdafan--- thanks for the encouraging words!
-Darkangel81--- thanks for your help!
-Steffi ---- thanks girl :) and for reviewing :)
-zusanli--- thanks for still reading ! and still reviewing !
-SuperBlonde--- thanks for reviewing !!!
-ML only--- 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.
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.
Chapter 18: Logan gets a spasm in front of Max, the day ends together in bed.
Chapter 19: Logan receives bad news from Sam. His body is rejecting Max's stem cells.
Chapter 20: Logan is upset. His body is giving him trouble.
. . .
Chapter 21: The Last Dance
. . .
Logan sat on the couch, legs propped up on a pillow. He slowly wiped off the lonely tear which had run down on his cheek.
He shifted his weight on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position.
As he moved, he felt the textile of his clothes rubbing uncomfortably against his sensitive skin.
Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger. He felt the strength ebbing away in his lower half of his body.
Gathering his thoughts together, he snapped out of his self-pity, put back his glasses on, switched on his laptop and started with organizing his old files.
From time to time, his glaze fell on the wheelchair.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tried to focus on organizing his work, which was hard to do, he felt his chair lurking at him from a couple of feet away.
. . .
A reflection a slim shaped body appeared on his screen.
He turned his head.
It was Max. Thoughts were running through his head. 'What is she doing here? She doesn't need to see me like this. Damn it, why now, I am not even prepared.'
"Max," he said startled. "What are you doing here?"
"I came here to see how you were doing," she said as she sat down on the glass coffee table in front of him and glanced down his legs, noticing the pearly white socks he was wearing.
"Let me guess. . . Bling told you, didn't he ?" He sighed as he moved his legs from the couch.
With a thump, his feet landed heavily on the wooden floor. His features in his face twisted as he felt pins and needles in his feet, but he hid it from Max by bending forward, so she couldn't see him grimacing.
"How are you feeling?" She asked apprehensively.
Logan took a deep breath and looked up at her. "I am loosing it, Max," he said sadly.
"I'm sorry," she said as she leaned forward, placing her hands on his thighs to comfort him.
Logan looked at her hands, which were now slowly rubbing on his thighs.
Yesterday, he was so glad to be able to feel her heavenly touch, but now, it felt like she was sandpapering him.
"Max," he sighed as he took her hands in his to make her stop that.
"You are going to pull through this, Logan. And I am here for you," She looked him into his eyes, which tried to hide the sadness.
Logan avoided her eye contact and looked at his hands holding hers. "For the first time, I felt what it was like to be normal again, to be complete,"
Max stood up and moved over to the couch and looked him sincerely into his blue eyes. "You've always been that to me, Logan," she assured him and took him in her arms.
"Don't," he said as he brushed her off.
"What, what's wrong?" She asked when she let go of him.
"Nothing," he knew he had been harsh to her, but he didn't want to be weak in front of her.
"Are you sure?" She cupped his cheek and made him look into her eyes. She ran with her thumb over the dried up tear track on his cheek.
Logan started to feel insecure. 'Why is she looking at me like that? Is that affection? Or was that pity?' He didn't wasn't sure.
"Yeah I am fine," he said quickly as he took her hand, which had wandered off to his cheek, back in his.
. . .
Max stomach started to rumble.
"Hungry?" He said lightly. He was glad that he was saved from the tension by her rumbling stomach.
"Always," she grinned.
"I'll fix us up some dinner," he said.
Max watched him as he pushed him self up.
Once he had steadied himself, he noticed that Max's was watching him. He blushed and smiled shyly at her before he let go of the couch.
Logan carefully took a step, he winced when he felt millions of tiny knifes stabbing him in his legs and feet, but he kept going, leaving his crutches behind at the couch.
He slowly made his way, holding onto the rim of the room divider which divided the computer room from the living area as he passed along.
Max watched him as he made his way through the kitchen, holding onto the kitchen islands for support. He could barely walk on his own.
She admired this man, for his strength and willpower, for not giving up. How can he be so emotionally strong in a situation like this?
Logan grabbed a bag of pasta and some vegetable from the fridge, he got out his chopping board and chopped the vegetables at the kitchen island.
Max could definitely see that Logan was standing uncomfortably at the island, but he had too much pride to admit that there was something wrong.
She couldn't bare it to see him like this. She walked over to the kitchen and picked up one of the stools from the first kitchen island.
Logan saw her coming his way with the stool in her hands.
"So what can I do?" She asked as she casually placed the stool next to him and hopped on the kitchen island instead.
Logan slowly sat down on the stool. He was glad that she didn't make such a big deal out of it.
"Thanks," he smiled shyly.
"No big dealio," she said as she swung her legs back and forth. "So what can I do?" Se asked again.
"You can heat up my home made pasta sauce if you wanna," he pointed out with his knife.
"Sure, I'm right on it!"
. . .
Logan had finished slicing the variety of vegetables into little squares.
He hopped off this stool, forgetting that he shouldn't do that. He felt pins and needles stabbing him in his legs.
"Damn it," he silently groaned under his breath as he leaned back on his stool.
"Are you OK?", she asked when she heard him groan. She obviously knew that he wasn't.
"Yeah, just gimme as second," he said as he clenched his hands into fists. His features didn't hide that this man was in pain.
Max wanted to comfort him, but she didn't. She knew that Logan's stubborn ego couldn't handle that.
"Shall I put the these in the sauce?" She asked casually while taking the chopped vegetables.
She turned her back on Logan, so that he could have some more time to pull himself together without her staring at his face.
. . .
As she stirred in the sauce, she heard Logan carefully getting up from his stool.
He slowly stood next to her on wobbly legs, with the bag of pasta in his hand and pan filled with water.
"Logan, you don't have to do this, I can take care of it," she said as she rubbed him over his back.
"Max, please don't," he said as he took her hand which was on his back. "I want to be up on my feet as long as I can," he said with watery eyes. "OK?"
Logan knew he sounded harsh and knew that she meant well.
"Let me finish this off," he said and then kissed the back of her hand to show her that he wasn't upset.
. . .
Max set up the table and lightened the room up with some romantic candlelight. Then she helped Logan to get the pasta and salad over to the dining table.
Step by step, Logan made his way through the kitchen to the dining table.
"Max, wait," he said when he saw that Max was about to sit down.
He slowly walked towards the dining table. As a real gentleman, he pulled out a chair for Max.
"Thank you, Mr. Cale," she smiled lovingly at him. She felt like she was on her first date.
"Your welcome, Miss Guevera." He played along, being the romantic guy in love.
Only his sore lower body spoiled the romantic mood. Logan groaned slightly as he settled himself down in a chair.
"You OK?" Max caressed Logan's hand, which was clenched into a fist from exertion.
"Yeah." He answered quickly. "Oh, no. Wrong wine."
"What's wrong with this one?" She pointed at the bottle which she had put on the table.
"That one doesn't go well with my pasta."
"I don't mind," she smiled.
"Wait, I'll be right back."
"Logan, I can get it for you. Just tell me which one you need."
"Max, don't. . . I want this day to be perfect."
"It's already perfect when I am with you," she whispered as she watched him searching for the right wine in the kitchen.
. . .
After they enjoyed their dinner with along the red wine, they stared lovingly into each others eyes.
"We can't just sit here all day like that," Max giggled.
Logan chuckled and ran his hand through his spiky hair and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"Wait here, I'll be right back," he said as he shuffled his feet over the wooden floor, steadying himself on the furniture he was passing.
Max kicked off her boots and threw her feet on the empty chair to make herself comfortable.
. . .
Max heard some rummaging in the computer room, but still no sign from Logan. 'What on earth is he doing?' She thought.
Once the rummaging had stopped, she heard music. 'Wait a minute, wasn't that the music from the car?'
Logan appeared again in front of Max and reached his hand out to her.
"It's probably the last thing I can do, before I . . ." He sighed.
Max stood up and took his hand in hers.
"So I, eh, " He stammered. "Max," he smiled shyly while fighting back the tears that tried to escape his eyes. "Please, dance with me."
"I love too," she smiled.
With her hand in his hand, Logan guided her to the living area, until he stumbled over his own feet.
Max quickly caught him around his waist just before he tripped.
"Hey, you can't start without me, Logan," she smiled and helped him to find his balance back.
His eyes met hers. But she saw a blankness in his eyes. She smiled lovingly at him, hoping that that trip over his own feet didn't spoiled the mood.
"Dance with me, Logan," she smiled.
He pulled himself together and forced a smile on his face. His body was aching.
Max rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, caressing his back.
Logan winced slightly at her touch.
"Are you OK?" She asked worriedly.
"Yeah, just a bit sore." He started to concentrate on her instead on the pain in his body.
"Shall we stop?" She asked, knowing Logan who could cover up things very well.
"No, I want to dance with you," he said as he pulled her in and ran his hand through her curls.
. . .
They slowly danced in little circles on romantic classical music.
From a distance, the scene seemed so perfect: A tall handsome man dancing with a gorgeous brunette. Their fingers entangled together, his arm wrapped around her tiny waist, her arm around his muscular back, her head resting on his strong shoulder, his scruffy chin rested on her head.
But it wasn't as perfect as it seemed.
Logan panted at the exertion. Tiny drops of sweat appeared on his face. His back, legs and feet where aching. Every moved he made was returned with the feeling of millions tiny knifes stabbing him. It hurt so bad that he couldn't distinguish the different between touch and pain.
He even stepped a couple of times on Max's feet without noticing the different between feet and the floor.
Max kept it quiet, she knew that this man was in to much pain to dance any longer. But from the look from his blue eyes, she knew that he wanted to continue as long as possible.
She tried to support him as much as she can, taking as much weight from his feet.
. . .
They stood there in each others embrace, they tried to dance, but it didn't look like dancing anymore.
Max's tight embrace was the only thing that kept Logan standing on his feet, and he knew that. He knew he lost control over his aching body.
"Max, it's no use anymore," he whispered. "It's gone," he said sadly.
Max stood still for a few seconds, she felt her warm tears escaping from her eyes.
Slowly she lowered him down on the wooden floor and heard him wince in pain.
"I'm sorry," he said softly as he placed his hands on the floor to support himself.
She looked at him with teary eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Logan"
"Max, I . . .Arghhh." A spasm was attacking his back.
She embraced him and gently tried to rub his pain from his back away.
"Oh God, it hurts," he gasped.
"I know, I'm sorry," she whispered into his ear. As she gently massaged the muscles in his back, she felt more warm tears escaping her eyes. It hurt her to see him in pain.
. . .
"Thanks," he said shyly when the spasm had subsided.
He looked at Max, and saw big solid tears running down her cheeks.
Logan cupped her cheek with one hand while supporting himself with his other.
"Max, please don't cry, it hurts me more to see you cry."
He wiped her warm tears of her cheek with his thumb, pulled her in.
"I want you to be happy," she whispered into his chest.
"I know," he said softly. "Please, don't cry for me, it hurts me more to see you cry like that."
. . .
More? I've posted the next scene on a message board @ www.darkangel-alpha.tk
or go here:
www.aimoo.com/forum/postview.cfm?id=556742&CategoryID=286525&startcat=1&ThreadID=1293040
oh yeah - please review - please?
. . .
And sorry that it took me so long to write this- but I put a lot of time in this chapter so I hope you like it. Enjoy!
-Me --- Hey this chapter is a bit longer that usual, I hope you like it . Thanks for reviewing.
-agmgdafan--- thanks for the encouraging words!
-Darkangel81--- thanks for your help!
-Steffi ---- thanks girl :) and for reviewing :)
-zusanli--- thanks for still reading ! and still reviewing !
-SuperBlonde--- thanks for reviewing !!!
-ML only--- 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.
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.
Chapter 18: Logan gets a spasm in front of Max, the day ends together in bed.
Chapter 19: Logan receives bad news from Sam. His body is rejecting Max's stem cells.
Chapter 20: Logan is upset. His body is giving him trouble.
. . .
Chapter 21: The Last Dance
. . .
Logan sat on the couch, legs propped up on a pillow. He slowly wiped off the lonely tear which had run down on his cheek.
He shifted his weight on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position.
As he moved, he felt the textile of his clothes rubbing uncomfortably against his sensitive skin.
Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger. He felt the strength ebbing away in his lower half of his body.
Gathering his thoughts together, he snapped out of his self-pity, put back his glasses on, switched on his laptop and started with organizing his old files.
From time to time, his glaze fell on the wheelchair.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tried to focus on organizing his work, which was hard to do, he felt his chair lurking at him from a couple of feet away.
. . .
A reflection a slim shaped body appeared on his screen.
He turned his head.
It was Max. Thoughts were running through his head. 'What is she doing here? She doesn't need to see me like this. Damn it, why now, I am not even prepared.'
"Max," he said startled. "What are you doing here?"
"I came here to see how you were doing," she said as she sat down on the glass coffee table in front of him and glanced down his legs, noticing the pearly white socks he was wearing.
"Let me guess. . . Bling told you, didn't he ?" He sighed as he moved his legs from the couch.
With a thump, his feet landed heavily on the wooden floor. His features in his face twisted as he felt pins and needles in his feet, but he hid it from Max by bending forward, so she couldn't see him grimacing.
"How are you feeling?" She asked apprehensively.
Logan took a deep breath and looked up at her. "I am loosing it, Max," he said sadly.
"I'm sorry," she said as she leaned forward, placing her hands on his thighs to comfort him.
Logan looked at her hands, which were now slowly rubbing on his thighs.
Yesterday, he was so glad to be able to feel her heavenly touch, but now, it felt like she was sandpapering him.
"Max," he sighed as he took her hands in his to make her stop that.
"You are going to pull through this, Logan. And I am here for you," She looked him into his eyes, which tried to hide the sadness.
Logan avoided her eye contact and looked at his hands holding hers. "For the first time, I felt what it was like to be normal again, to be complete,"
Max stood up and moved over to the couch and looked him sincerely into his blue eyes. "You've always been that to me, Logan," she assured him and took him in her arms.
"Don't," he said as he brushed her off.
"What, what's wrong?" She asked when she let go of him.
"Nothing," he knew he had been harsh to her, but he didn't want to be weak in front of her.
"Are you sure?" She cupped his cheek and made him look into her eyes. She ran with her thumb over the dried up tear track on his cheek.
Logan started to feel insecure. 'Why is she looking at me like that? Is that affection? Or was that pity?' He didn't wasn't sure.
"Yeah I am fine," he said quickly as he took her hand, which had wandered off to his cheek, back in his.
. . .
Max stomach started to rumble.
"Hungry?" He said lightly. He was glad that he was saved from the tension by her rumbling stomach.
"Always," she grinned.
"I'll fix us up some dinner," he said.
Max watched him as he pushed him self up.
Once he had steadied himself, he noticed that Max's was watching him. He blushed and smiled shyly at her before he let go of the couch.
Logan carefully took a step, he winced when he felt millions of tiny knifes stabbing him in his legs and feet, but he kept going, leaving his crutches behind at the couch.
He slowly made his way, holding onto the rim of the room divider which divided the computer room from the living area as he passed along.
Max watched him as he made his way through the kitchen, holding onto the kitchen islands for support. He could barely walk on his own.
She admired this man, for his strength and willpower, for not giving up. How can he be so emotionally strong in a situation like this?
Logan grabbed a bag of pasta and some vegetable from the fridge, he got out his chopping board and chopped the vegetables at the kitchen island.
Max could definitely see that Logan was standing uncomfortably at the island, but he had too much pride to admit that there was something wrong.
She couldn't bare it to see him like this. She walked over to the kitchen and picked up one of the stools from the first kitchen island.
Logan saw her coming his way with the stool in her hands.
"So what can I do?" She asked as she casually placed the stool next to him and hopped on the kitchen island instead.
Logan slowly sat down on the stool. He was glad that she didn't make such a big deal out of it.
"Thanks," he smiled shyly.
"No big dealio," she said as she swung her legs back and forth. "So what can I do?" Se asked again.
"You can heat up my home made pasta sauce if you wanna," he pointed out with his knife.
"Sure, I'm right on it!"
. . .
Logan had finished slicing the variety of vegetables into little squares.
He hopped off this stool, forgetting that he shouldn't do that. He felt pins and needles stabbing him in his legs.
"Damn it," he silently groaned under his breath as he leaned back on his stool.
"Are you OK?", she asked when she heard him groan. She obviously knew that he wasn't.
"Yeah, just gimme as second," he said as he clenched his hands into fists. His features didn't hide that this man was in pain.
Max wanted to comfort him, but she didn't. She knew that Logan's stubborn ego couldn't handle that.
"Shall I put the these in the sauce?" She asked casually while taking the chopped vegetables.
She turned her back on Logan, so that he could have some more time to pull himself together without her staring at his face.
. . .
As she stirred in the sauce, she heard Logan carefully getting up from his stool.
He slowly stood next to her on wobbly legs, with the bag of pasta in his hand and pan filled with water.
"Logan, you don't have to do this, I can take care of it," she said as she rubbed him over his back.
"Max, please don't," he said as he took her hand which was on his back. "I want to be up on my feet as long as I can," he said with watery eyes. "OK?"
Logan knew he sounded harsh and knew that she meant well.
"Let me finish this off," he said and then kissed the back of her hand to show her that he wasn't upset.
. . .
Max set up the table and lightened the room up with some romantic candlelight. Then she helped Logan to get the pasta and salad over to the dining table.
Step by step, Logan made his way through the kitchen to the dining table.
"Max, wait," he said when he saw that Max was about to sit down.
He slowly walked towards the dining table. As a real gentleman, he pulled out a chair for Max.
"Thank you, Mr. Cale," she smiled lovingly at him. She felt like she was on her first date.
"Your welcome, Miss Guevera." He played along, being the romantic guy in love.
Only his sore lower body spoiled the romantic mood. Logan groaned slightly as he settled himself down in a chair.
"You OK?" Max caressed Logan's hand, which was clenched into a fist from exertion.
"Yeah." He answered quickly. "Oh, no. Wrong wine."
"What's wrong with this one?" She pointed at the bottle which she had put on the table.
"That one doesn't go well with my pasta."
"I don't mind," she smiled.
"Wait, I'll be right back."
"Logan, I can get it for you. Just tell me which one you need."
"Max, don't. . . I want this day to be perfect."
"It's already perfect when I am with you," she whispered as she watched him searching for the right wine in the kitchen.
. . .
After they enjoyed their dinner with along the red wine, they stared lovingly into each others eyes.
"We can't just sit here all day like that," Max giggled.
Logan chuckled and ran his hand through his spiky hair and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"Wait here, I'll be right back," he said as he shuffled his feet over the wooden floor, steadying himself on the furniture he was passing.
Max kicked off her boots and threw her feet on the empty chair to make herself comfortable.
. . .
Max heard some rummaging in the computer room, but still no sign from Logan. 'What on earth is he doing?' She thought.
Once the rummaging had stopped, she heard music. 'Wait a minute, wasn't that the music from the car?'
Logan appeared again in front of Max and reached his hand out to her.
"It's probably the last thing I can do, before I . . ." He sighed.
Max stood up and took his hand in hers.
"So I, eh, " He stammered. "Max," he smiled shyly while fighting back the tears that tried to escape his eyes. "Please, dance with me."
"I love too," she smiled.
With her hand in his hand, Logan guided her to the living area, until he stumbled over his own feet.
Max quickly caught him around his waist just before he tripped.
"Hey, you can't start without me, Logan," she smiled and helped him to find his balance back.
His eyes met hers. But she saw a blankness in his eyes. She smiled lovingly at him, hoping that that trip over his own feet didn't spoiled the mood.
"Dance with me, Logan," she smiled.
He pulled himself together and forced a smile on his face. His body was aching.
Max rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, caressing his back.
Logan winced slightly at her touch.
"Are you OK?" She asked worriedly.
"Yeah, just a bit sore." He started to concentrate on her instead on the pain in his body.
"Shall we stop?" She asked, knowing Logan who could cover up things very well.
"No, I want to dance with you," he said as he pulled her in and ran his hand through her curls.
. . .
They slowly danced in little circles on romantic classical music.
From a distance, the scene seemed so perfect: A tall handsome man dancing with a gorgeous brunette. Their fingers entangled together, his arm wrapped around her tiny waist, her arm around his muscular back, her head resting on his strong shoulder, his scruffy chin rested on her head.
But it wasn't as perfect as it seemed.
Logan panted at the exertion. Tiny drops of sweat appeared on his face. His back, legs and feet where aching. Every moved he made was returned with the feeling of millions tiny knifes stabbing him. It hurt so bad that he couldn't distinguish the different between touch and pain.
He even stepped a couple of times on Max's feet without noticing the different between feet and the floor.
Max kept it quiet, she knew that this man was in to much pain to dance any longer. But from the look from his blue eyes, she knew that he wanted to continue as long as possible.
She tried to support him as much as she can, taking as much weight from his feet.
. . .
They stood there in each others embrace, they tried to dance, but it didn't look like dancing anymore.
Max's tight embrace was the only thing that kept Logan standing on his feet, and he knew that. He knew he lost control over his aching body.
"Max, it's no use anymore," he whispered. "It's gone," he said sadly.
Max stood still for a few seconds, she felt her warm tears escaping from her eyes.
Slowly she lowered him down on the wooden floor and heard him wince in pain.
"I'm sorry," he said softly as he placed his hands on the floor to support himself.
She looked at him with teary eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Logan"
"Max, I . . .Arghhh." A spasm was attacking his back.
She embraced him and gently tried to rub his pain from his back away.
"Oh God, it hurts," he gasped.
"I know, I'm sorry," she whispered into his ear. As she gently massaged the muscles in his back, she felt more warm tears escaping her eyes. It hurt her to see him in pain.
. . .
"Thanks," he said shyly when the spasm had subsided.
He looked at Max, and saw big solid tears running down her cheeks.
Logan cupped her cheek with one hand while supporting himself with his other.
"Max, please don't cry, it hurts me more to see you cry."
He wiped her warm tears of her cheek with his thumb, pulled her in.
"I want you to be happy," she whispered into his chest.
"I know," he said softly. "Please, don't cry for me, it hurts me more to see you cry like that."
. . .
More? I've posted the next scene on a message board @ www.darkangel-alpha.tk
or go here:
www.aimoo.com/forum/postview.cfm?id=556742&CategoryID=286525&startcat=1&ThreadID=1293040
oh yeah - please review - please?
. . .