A/N Sorry it took me a long time, a very long time to update. I usually write in leisure time, and school was giving me trouble that I didn't have much. And when I had spare time, I use it for chatting on IM. – LOL – I guess you could say that I had a writers block, because I was so not motivated to write. Anyway , when I wrote the chapters, my beta-friend was busy – LOL- The universe is right on schedule right?
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Thanks Idlehands452, for betaing this chapter.
Thanks for all the reviewers who been reviewing the previous chapter- I am so sorry for the delay.
Thanks for "Me" who was stil showing interest in this story after such a long time, that kept me writing too.
Thanks for my chat friends for test reading and giving advice.
And I would like to thank the Academy for . . . oh, wait this is not the Oscars! Blush How embarrassing!
OK ENJOY -
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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.
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: They dance until his legs are giving up on him.
Chapter 22: Logan finally tells Max the truth about his condition.
Chapter 23: Max is in heat and "attacks" Logan who is physically unable to stop her.
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Chapter 24: Morning After.
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Solid tears were streaming down her cheeks as Max left the penthouse and ran through the hallway to the elevator. Impatiently she pressed the button several times, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.
More tears escaped her dark lashes as recalled exactly what had happened. She stared at the level indicator. Questions running through her mind, she felt confused. Why didn't I wake up? How come I didn't realize the difference between reality and the dream? How is it that I could hurt the man I love? the thoughts invaded Max's brain all leading back to one person.
Logan! Max turned around and ran back through the hallway until she reached Logan's expensive wooden door. Staring at the numbers on the door Max hesitated again.
For the first time in her life, she felt confused and afraid at the same time. How can I face him after what I did to him? Max ran her fingers through her curls and started to pace back and forth in the hallway, contemplating what to do.
I need to get back to him. I cannot run away, leaving him alone like that. It wouldn't be fair to him. I need to be there for him. But how can he trust me when I am the one who caused him pain? Max's mind battled back and forth, not knowing what to do.
Max shook her head. I am not myself when in heat. What if I am unable to control myself once I get inside? She grimaced at the thought. No, I need to leave. Damning her Manticore induced cycles Max walked away from the door, convincing herself that she had made the right decision, convincing herself that she was a danger to Logan and needed to leave. Her paced quickened and she passed the elevator and took the stairs in a futile attempt to relieve the excess energy she had left in her freaking body.
Max rushed over to her Ninja and tried to avoid looking at the Aztec that reminded her of Logan. Giving the car a quick glance Max drove away on her bike. She needed to get away, far away.
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With two big paper grocery bags in his muscular arms, Bling opened the door and entered the penthouse a few moments later.
Placing the grocery bags on the kitchen island he began the task of boiling water for some herbal tea for himself. He was indeed thirsty after a tiring morning of grocery shopping.
As he started to sort through the things he had just brought from the market, he heard some muffled sounds coming out of the bedroom.
Bling left the goods behind and went on further inspection.
His pace quickened as he recognized the muffled sounds coming from Logan.
He entered the room and was dumbstruck by what he saw.
The blankets were half draped on the bed, pillows were on the floor, and Logan lay panting on the bed in an awkward position.
Bling hurried over to Logan, scooping up a pillow off the floor on his way.
"What happened?" Bling asked as he carefully slid the pillow back behind his head.
Logan flinched silently at the movement.
"You OK?" Bling asked worriedly.
Logan, who looked disorientated, grabbed Bling by his bicep as he started to hyperventilate.
"Easy, man," he said as he placed his hand behind his head to give him some more support. "Breath slowly," Bling said as he placed a pillow under Logan's knees and thighs to relief some tension from his back. "Slowly, Logan," he repeated.
Logan grimaced in discomfort.
"Spasms?" Bling asked as he carefully tucked his hands under Logan's back checking for any oddness but couldn't find any.
Logan was still breathing heavily, twisting his features in pain.
"You are not having any spasms," Bling stated. "But I can't find anything else either," he frowned. "Where does it hurt?"
"E . . .Everywhere," Logan grunted and squeezed the corner of the blanket as if it provided some comfort.
"How did the pain start? Can you describe the feeling?"
"What?"
"How did it start?"
"How?" Logan got a flashback about what happened earlier. Max, it had been Max who came on to him. "I don't know," he said agitated.
"You don't know?"
"I don't know, it's just happened okay?" he snapped, not wanting to think about why Max had done this to him. He felt frustrated and embarrassed at the same time.
"OK, OK," Bling pleaded. "Relax, man, there is no reason to be so tense.
"That's easy for you to say," Logan grunted and arched his back trying to avoid another pain wave.
"Logan, wait here, I'll be right back," Bling said when he saw that Logan was in too much pain to deal with.
When Bling had left, Logan buried his face in his hands, trying to recapture what had happened. He let out a deep sigh, feeling confused. 'What had happened? Nothing! But why had Max acted like that? Why? Had she been dreaming? Did she harass him? No of course not, they loved each other; they were in love. And besides, nothing happened. Nothing happened,' he told himself.
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In the kitchen, Bling poured the herbal tea into mugs. He stirred Logan's as he popped a painkiller and a muscle relaxant into the mug.
Logan put his poker face back on when Bling entered the bedroom and placed the mugs on the nightstand.
As gently as possible he pulled Logan up into a sitting position and placed a few pillows behind him to support his back.
"Here drink this," he ordered as he held Logan's mug with the brown liquid in front of him.
"Not herbal tea, again?" he said as he wrinkled his nose, remembering his first herbal tea experience, when Bling had offered him some not long ago.
"This one is a bit more bitter, though, but it will do you some good, Logan," Bling insisted as he drank some of his own.
Logan carefully took a sip and grimaced at the bitter taste. "I can't believe you can actually drink this stuff," he frowned at Bling, watching him taking big sips of his herbal tea.
"Just don't think, but drink, it's good for you!"
Logan took a bigger sip from the brown substance and grimaced again. "Where did you get this stuff from?"
"From China Town," Bling smiled. "And they certainly do know their herbs and what is good for ya," he sniggered.
"Right," he muttered in disbelief and drank the substance in two big gulps, shivering slightly at the bitter taste in his mouth.
A few minutes later, he felt himself going drowsy again, "B . . .Bling . . . what'd you do. . . with the tea . . ." he moaned. He placed his hand in front of his eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling like he could pass out any minute.
Bling didn't answer but carefully removed the pillows from behind his back, laid him down carefully and covered him with his blanket.
Logan let out a last moan before everything turned black.
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It was early evening when Logan woke up with a splitting headache. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the clock. He couldn't believe how long he had slept.
He pushed himself up and was surprised that he wasn't as sore as he had been before, he was still feeling tender, but it was at least bearable. His headache felt worse.
He pushed his legs off the bed, and leaned forward to grab his chair, while steadying himself with on hand on the nightstand so he wouldn't lose his balance. Logan let out a deep sigh, he knew he needed time and rehab to adjust his new situation.
Once he was in his chair he wheeled over to his closet and put on a fresh shirt and wheeled clumsily out of the room, half expecting Max to be in the living room, reading one of his books with a good glass of wine.
When Logan saw that she was nowhere in sight, he slowly remembered what had happened that morning. His mood suddenly became sullen.
He made his way over to the kitchen where Bling had made an attempt to cook something fancy.
Logan let out a little cough before he spoke. "Hey."
Bling turned around surprised to see a scruffy looking Logan in the kitchen.
"Hey man, what are you doing up?"
He cleared his throat before he spoke. "I've had enough of lying down these days," he explained as he wheeled a bit closer, still feeling a bit clumsily with maneuvering his chair. "Have you seen Max?" he asked apprehensively.
"Nope I haven't."
Logan let out a sigh.
"Don't you know where she is, Logan?"
Logan inhaled deeply and shook his head. He still didn't understand why Max had been acting like that that morning and why he hadn't heard something from her.
Bling looked at Logan who was staring at the one of the lower cabinets. "Did something happen between you two?" he frowned.
Logan snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Bling suspiciously. "What makes you think that?"
"I don't know, perhaps you had an argument or something like that, I know how stubborn you can be, Logan," he pointed out.
"Nope, no argument," he said dryly. He wished that they had had one, and then he would know what was going on between them.
"How are you feeling anyway?" Bling asked to change the conversation.
"Pretty good under the circumstances," he said dryly as he dialed her pager.
"Are you still sore?" Bling queried as he quickly glanced down at Logan's legs.
"Not really, I jut have a splitting headache instead," he muttered.
"Sorry about that," Bling smirked and turned around continuing exploring his cooking talent.
"Yeah, right." Logan rolled his eyes and wheeled towards the fridge. He set the brakes and grabbed the handle, wanting to open it, but almost tumbling out of his chair.
"Damn it," he grunted.
Bling saw what had happened from his corner of his eye and gave Logan some time to gather himself before he reacted.
Logan pushed himself back into his chair and let out a deep sigh of frustration.
Bling calmly walked towards Logan, grabbed the Velcro strap from the backrest pocket and tossed it in Logan's lap. "Just a small adjustment, Logan," he said casually and went back to the oven.
"Right," Logan said dryly as he glared at the black Velcro strap in his lap.
"Make yourself useful and set up the table, will ya?" Bling motioned to the kitchen island where he placed the plates and cutlery. "Dinner is almost ready."
Logan pursed his lips together, wheeled over to the island, grabbed everything and placed it in his lap.
"Perhaps you should give her a phone call and see where she is," Bling suggested.
"I already paged her," he said as he awkwardly wheeled to the dining table, while leaning back in his chair as far as he could, trying not to tumble out of it.
He quickly set the table, stuffed the Velcro strap back in the backrest pocket and wheeled back to the kitchen to see if Bling needed a hand.
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At dinner, Logan absentmindedly poked around his last bite of steamed vegetables and tried to recall exactly what had happened that morning; he still couldn't tie the knots together. Why had Max been acting like that? Why did she leave without saying a word? Was it because he had failed her? Had she intended to hurt him? Logan let out a deep sigh; he couldn't find any answers for his questions.
Bling, who was already finished, watched Logan shoving his vegetables around.
"Are you done?"
"Yeah." Logan placed his fork down, and noticed the mess he had made on his plate. Logan smiled awkwardly. He hated to waste food, but he really couldn't finish off his plate. His stomach was already full of mixed emotions and his head was beginning to pound.
"Are you OK?" Bling looked worriedly at him.
"I think I'm heading to bed," he said as he released his brakes.
"OK, you need a hand?"
"Nah, I'm OK," Logan said as he backed his chair, creating some space to wheel around the table.
"Good night then."
"Yeah,"
"Don't worry too much about Max, I'll bet she will be here first thing in the morning," Bling smiled reassuringly at him.
"Yeah, good night," Logan said and wheeled off.
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