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A/N: Hey everybody. Thank you for sticking with our little story-although it's preceeding kind of slowly. Sorry about that. We both have been kind of busy. But you know reviews may encourage us to post quicker! ;-)
Anyway, sorry for spelling and grammar and we'd welcome anyone to beta our story, but I'm afraid, this way you'd have to wait even longer for the next post, right?! Oh and don't worry about our story not being fluffy or shippery enough. There's a lot more to come!
So here's the next chapter. Oh, and for anyone of you who is -let's say a little sensitive, we apologize for the first part of it. ;-)
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Doubts
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Max was startled from her sleep in the middle of the night by a muffled sound from the other side of the room. The soldier in her was highly alert at once. A few seconds passed before she recalled where she was and what she was doing here. Right! Logan had been attacked and now she was on the run with him. This was an old run-down motel and they were sharing a room.
She listened again tensely, then sat up straight in bed, staring into the darkness to the left of her. With her enhanced night-time vision she could make out Logan's huddled figure in the bed beside her. There was nothing suspicious. They were alone. 'Okay' , she told herself, 'calm down already. Everything's okay. There's nobody here. We're safe'. Relaxing again, she looked over at Logan. She couldn't see much, but she could tell from his laboured breathing that he was awake. And that sound, what was it?...It sounded like....-
Within seconds she was in the bathroom and back again beside Logan's bed. She dumped the small plastic garbage bin to the floor and grabbed Logan under his arms, propping him up into a half sitting position. She had come just in time; He couldn't hold back anymore. With Max holding him over the edge of the bed, he emptied his rebelling stomach into the bin on the floor.
Although he had hardly eaten a thing over the past hours it seemed like the food of the whole week was forcing its way out now. Max turned her head away from the unpleasant sight and cursed herself for forcing that hamburger on him so quickly after the meds. What had she been thinking? If he had stayed in a hospital they wouldn't have given him anything-except for some toast and tea maybe.
When the vomiting subsided and gave way to dry retching, Max steadied Logan's head and scanned the dark room for something to clean his face with. When she didn't find anything within reach, she carefully laid him back down, so he was lying on his side now. She pushed a pillow under his head and pulled his knees up to his chest a little, so he was in a comfortable position. "Are you okay?" she asked gingerly while stroking his hair out of his sweaty face. He was still looking like it took him a lot of effort to fight down the nausea.
Logan managed a small nod. "I'll be right back," Max said and stood up to get a wet towel for his face. On the way to the bathroom she picked up the bin from the floor , holding it at arm's length. After she had gotten rid of its contents she wetted a towel and filled one of the glasses that were standing by the sink with some water.
Logan was still catching his breath, concentrating on controlling the nausea when she returned. Max put the wet towel on his forehead for a while, before wiping his face with it. She threw the towel on the floor and reached for the glass.
"You want some water?"
"No, thanks." Logan managed to say. "Wouldn't stay in anyway." Max put down the glass on the nightstand.
"I'll leave it here for you anyway." She answered. "Now try and get some sleep, okay?"
Logan nodded. "Sorry...'bout that. Must be the meds....Anyway, I owe you." He added with a weak smile.
"You bet you do!" Max smiled back wickedly. "I'm gonna remind you."
She gave him a small pat on the back and stood up. "Go back to sleep now." She picked up the towel from the floor and threw it across the room through the open bathroom door, where it came to rest near the toilet. Then she sat back down on her bed tugging her feet under her body, silently watching Logan in his sleep.
***
Max woke up again in the early morning. A glance at the alarm clock that was sitting on the nightstand told her that it was only half past five. Silently, not to wake up Logan, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully now, she slipped out of bed and pulled on her pants and sweater. Grabbing her sneakers, she tip-toed out of the door and inhaled the fresh morning air. There were a few cars passing on the distant road and she could hear the songs of some birds in the pine trees nearby. All the other guests seemed to be fast asleep in this early hour.
She sat down on the single step in front of the room and pulled on her shoes, trying to remember her immediate surroundings from the night before.
As far as she could remember, there was a restaurant about a mile up the road. Considering the bad choice of coffee and dry donuts the motel would probably have to offer, she decided to check out the place for breakfast. Max' stomach was rumbling loudly at the thought of fresh pancakes and scrambled eggs. Glad about the chance to move her stiff limbs, she set into a steady jog towards the restaurant.
She hesitated for a moment, wondering if Logan might want to join her- but she quickly cast the thought aside. It would probably be another hour, before he stirred. She could always bring him a donut or something.
When Max could see the neon sign announcing the restaurant, she sped up into a quick run. Yeah! Breakfast was waiting for her! The restaurant was small and as run-down as the motel. But it seemed to be nice and clean and the single waitress working at this early hour greeted her with a warm smile. Max chose a table by the window, overlooking the road.
"Good morning , dear. What can I get you? Would you like some coffee?" the waitress asked in a friendly voice, when she approached the table.
"Could I have some milk ,please?" Max asked. She felt strangely exhausted from the short run. Maybe this were the first signs of a dawning seizure, she thought. So she'd better be careful.
She scanned the menu with one quick glance. "Ahem I'd like the blueberry pancakes and some scrambled eggs."
The waitress wrote down her order and turned to leave, when Max thought of something else;
"Oh...and some bacon to go with the eggs, please!" she added eagerly.
While Max was impatiently waiting for her breakfast, she berated herself for getting herself into trouble again. Be it her fault or not. She had fought for so long to have a normal life, a job , some good and trustworthy friends like any normal girl, and now she had left it all behind in Seattle.
Max stared out onto the road, lost in her thoughts. The trouble had started when she had broken into that exclusive penthouse, drawn towards it by the bast statue. Ever since that day, when she had met Logan aka Eyes Only, her life had gotten all screwed up again. She had been on the run again long before those bastards had tracked down Eyes Only. She had been on the run from her past, which confronted her in form of her siblings, on the run from Lydecker, her own personal Anti-Christ, every now and then on the run from all the gangsters Eyes Only had trodden upon and last but not least on the run from all those confusing feelings that were spinning in her head. And now she was even on the run from her home, giving up even the least little bit of her normal life she had fought for so hard. What had she been thinking to give all of that up in the blink of an eye and go running with Logan? Was it really worth it? Was it worth giving up her small little world him? Max stared out of the window into the nearing dawn. She did not know. She had just acted on impulse. She had been taken in by the moment. But, damn it, it had felt right back then. Why did she have doubts now? She had acted out of a sense of responsibility and what was it...loyalty?? After all they were a team-at least business-wise. And Logan was part of her little world now, wasn't he? But was that all and was that enough? What if this turned out to be another life long chase. Was it worth giving up everything for him?
She didn't even know how he felt for her, let alone was able to define what she felt for him.
The waitress appeared with a steaming stack of pancakes and a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon and set them down on the table. "Oh sorry, I forgot about the milk!" she said and hurried back to the kitchen to get it.
Max stashed two pancakes onto her fork and dove the knife into them. As soon as the first bite entered her empty stomach her mood lightened up considerably.
Taking a deep draught from her milk, Max thought back to the night, when she had collapsed on Logan's couch, seizing badly. He had been there, holding her hand, stroking her forehead, reassuring her that he would not go away and everything would be all right. He had helped her in her search for her siblings had taken care of her and had fed her, to make sure she'd never leave him hungry. He had listened to her and trusted her and never shied away from her because she was a designed killing machine. He had treated her with respect and made her feel like a normal woman, yet special. She had joined him all these lonely nights, had watched him struggle with all the obstacles fate had thrown in his way. And she had admired his quest for Eyes Only.
She had come back running to him, when she had sensed that something was wrong. She had given him her blood, which had made him walk again and she had watched him fall apart, when the effect wore off and he ended up back in the wheelchair. It had hurt her deeply to only estimate his pain and her eyes stung when she thought about the fact that he felt like he couldn't live his life like this. She was sure he would have done it, if he had not been interrupted . And she feared that he could do it still.
All of this-, regardless of their cat-and-mouse game of insisting that they were 'not like that'-wasn't it enough to keep her running with him. Did it really matter how either one of them defined their relationship? As long as there was this strong bond between them?
Max shovelled the last forkful eggs into her mouth, then gulped down the milk.
Then she waved at the waitress. Hell, yes, she cared for Logan. And a lot! She was not going to leave him alone in this. He needed her and maybe she needed him, too. End of story.
"Do you have donuts or anything to go?" she asked the waitress, when she came to her table.
"Sure, whatever you like."
"Well I'll take two plain donuts then and a small coffee, please."
After the waitress had given her the small paper bag and she had paid for her breakfast, Max hurried back to the motel. The sun was coming up now and it was high time for them to leave. Even if they hadn't heard of a thing from those gangsters in a while, it would be best not to stay any longer than necessary in one place the always watchful soldier inside her told her.
TBC....
Please, anybody who's reading, leave us a little note, will ya?! You'll make our day.
A/N: Hey everybody. Thank you for sticking with our little story-although it's preceeding kind of slowly. Sorry about that. We both have been kind of busy. But you know reviews may encourage us to post quicker! ;-)
Anyway, sorry for spelling and grammar and we'd welcome anyone to beta our story, but I'm afraid, this way you'd have to wait even longer for the next post, right?! Oh and don't worry about our story not being fluffy or shippery enough. There's a lot more to come!
So here's the next chapter. Oh, and for anyone of you who is -let's say a little sensitive, we apologize for the first part of it. ;-)
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Doubts
---------
Max was startled from her sleep in the middle of the night by a muffled sound from the other side of the room. The soldier in her was highly alert at once. A few seconds passed before she recalled where she was and what she was doing here. Right! Logan had been attacked and now she was on the run with him. This was an old run-down motel and they were sharing a room.
She listened again tensely, then sat up straight in bed, staring into the darkness to the left of her. With her enhanced night-time vision she could make out Logan's huddled figure in the bed beside her. There was nothing suspicious. They were alone. 'Okay' , she told herself, 'calm down already. Everything's okay. There's nobody here. We're safe'. Relaxing again, she looked over at Logan. She couldn't see much, but she could tell from his laboured breathing that he was awake. And that sound, what was it?...It sounded like....-
Within seconds she was in the bathroom and back again beside Logan's bed. She dumped the small plastic garbage bin to the floor and grabbed Logan under his arms, propping him up into a half sitting position. She had come just in time; He couldn't hold back anymore. With Max holding him over the edge of the bed, he emptied his rebelling stomach into the bin on the floor.
Although he had hardly eaten a thing over the past hours it seemed like the food of the whole week was forcing its way out now. Max turned her head away from the unpleasant sight and cursed herself for forcing that hamburger on him so quickly after the meds. What had she been thinking? If he had stayed in a hospital they wouldn't have given him anything-except for some toast and tea maybe.
When the vomiting subsided and gave way to dry retching, Max steadied Logan's head and scanned the dark room for something to clean his face with. When she didn't find anything within reach, she carefully laid him back down, so he was lying on his side now. She pushed a pillow under his head and pulled his knees up to his chest a little, so he was in a comfortable position. "Are you okay?" she asked gingerly while stroking his hair out of his sweaty face. He was still looking like it took him a lot of effort to fight down the nausea.
Logan managed a small nod. "I'll be right back," Max said and stood up to get a wet towel for his face. On the way to the bathroom she picked up the bin from the floor , holding it at arm's length. After she had gotten rid of its contents she wetted a towel and filled one of the glasses that were standing by the sink with some water.
Logan was still catching his breath, concentrating on controlling the nausea when she returned. Max put the wet towel on his forehead for a while, before wiping his face with it. She threw the towel on the floor and reached for the glass.
"You want some water?"
"No, thanks." Logan managed to say. "Wouldn't stay in anyway." Max put down the glass on the nightstand.
"I'll leave it here for you anyway." She answered. "Now try and get some sleep, okay?"
Logan nodded. "Sorry...'bout that. Must be the meds....Anyway, I owe you." He added with a weak smile.
"You bet you do!" Max smiled back wickedly. "I'm gonna remind you."
She gave him a small pat on the back and stood up. "Go back to sleep now." She picked up the towel from the floor and threw it across the room through the open bathroom door, where it came to rest near the toilet. Then she sat back down on her bed tugging her feet under her body, silently watching Logan in his sleep.
***
Max woke up again in the early morning. A glance at the alarm clock that was sitting on the nightstand told her that it was only half past five. Silently, not to wake up Logan, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully now, she slipped out of bed and pulled on her pants and sweater. Grabbing her sneakers, she tip-toed out of the door and inhaled the fresh morning air. There were a few cars passing on the distant road and she could hear the songs of some birds in the pine trees nearby. All the other guests seemed to be fast asleep in this early hour.
She sat down on the single step in front of the room and pulled on her shoes, trying to remember her immediate surroundings from the night before.
As far as she could remember, there was a restaurant about a mile up the road. Considering the bad choice of coffee and dry donuts the motel would probably have to offer, she decided to check out the place for breakfast. Max' stomach was rumbling loudly at the thought of fresh pancakes and scrambled eggs. Glad about the chance to move her stiff limbs, she set into a steady jog towards the restaurant.
She hesitated for a moment, wondering if Logan might want to join her- but she quickly cast the thought aside. It would probably be another hour, before he stirred. She could always bring him a donut or something.
When Max could see the neon sign announcing the restaurant, she sped up into a quick run. Yeah! Breakfast was waiting for her! The restaurant was small and as run-down as the motel. But it seemed to be nice and clean and the single waitress working at this early hour greeted her with a warm smile. Max chose a table by the window, overlooking the road.
"Good morning , dear. What can I get you? Would you like some coffee?" the waitress asked in a friendly voice, when she approached the table.
"Could I have some milk ,please?" Max asked. She felt strangely exhausted from the short run. Maybe this were the first signs of a dawning seizure, she thought. So she'd better be careful.
She scanned the menu with one quick glance. "Ahem I'd like the blueberry pancakes and some scrambled eggs."
The waitress wrote down her order and turned to leave, when Max thought of something else;
"Oh...and some bacon to go with the eggs, please!" she added eagerly.
While Max was impatiently waiting for her breakfast, she berated herself for getting herself into trouble again. Be it her fault or not. She had fought for so long to have a normal life, a job , some good and trustworthy friends like any normal girl, and now she had left it all behind in Seattle.
Max stared out onto the road, lost in her thoughts. The trouble had started when she had broken into that exclusive penthouse, drawn towards it by the bast statue. Ever since that day, when she had met Logan aka Eyes Only, her life had gotten all screwed up again. She had been on the run again long before those bastards had tracked down Eyes Only. She had been on the run from her past, which confronted her in form of her siblings, on the run from Lydecker, her own personal Anti-Christ, every now and then on the run from all the gangsters Eyes Only had trodden upon and last but not least on the run from all those confusing feelings that were spinning in her head. And now she was even on the run from her home, giving up even the least little bit of her normal life she had fought for so hard. What had she been thinking to give all of that up in the blink of an eye and go running with Logan? Was it really worth it? Was it worth giving up her small little world him? Max stared out of the window into the nearing dawn. She did not know. She had just acted on impulse. She had been taken in by the moment. But, damn it, it had felt right back then. Why did she have doubts now? She had acted out of a sense of responsibility and what was it...loyalty?? After all they were a team-at least business-wise. And Logan was part of her little world now, wasn't he? But was that all and was that enough? What if this turned out to be another life long chase. Was it worth giving up everything for him?
She didn't even know how he felt for her, let alone was able to define what she felt for him.
The waitress appeared with a steaming stack of pancakes and a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon and set them down on the table. "Oh sorry, I forgot about the milk!" she said and hurried back to the kitchen to get it.
Max stashed two pancakes onto her fork and dove the knife into them. As soon as the first bite entered her empty stomach her mood lightened up considerably.
Taking a deep draught from her milk, Max thought back to the night, when she had collapsed on Logan's couch, seizing badly. He had been there, holding her hand, stroking her forehead, reassuring her that he would not go away and everything would be all right. He had helped her in her search for her siblings had taken care of her and had fed her, to make sure she'd never leave him hungry. He had listened to her and trusted her and never shied away from her because she was a designed killing machine. He had treated her with respect and made her feel like a normal woman, yet special. She had joined him all these lonely nights, had watched him struggle with all the obstacles fate had thrown in his way. And she had admired his quest for Eyes Only.
She had come back running to him, when she had sensed that something was wrong. She had given him her blood, which had made him walk again and she had watched him fall apart, when the effect wore off and he ended up back in the wheelchair. It had hurt her deeply to only estimate his pain and her eyes stung when she thought about the fact that he felt like he couldn't live his life like this. She was sure he would have done it, if he had not been interrupted . And she feared that he could do it still.
All of this-, regardless of their cat-and-mouse game of insisting that they were 'not like that'-wasn't it enough to keep her running with him. Did it really matter how either one of them defined their relationship? As long as there was this strong bond between them?
Max shovelled the last forkful eggs into her mouth, then gulped down the milk.
Then she waved at the waitress. Hell, yes, she cared for Logan. And a lot! She was not going to leave him alone in this. He needed her and maybe she needed him, too. End of story.
"Do you have donuts or anything to go?" she asked the waitress, when she came to her table.
"Sure, whatever you like."
"Well I'll take two plain donuts then and a small coffee, please."
After the waitress had given her the small paper bag and she had paid for her breakfast, Max hurried back to the motel. The sun was coming up now and it was high time for them to leave. Even if they hadn't heard of a thing from those gangsters in a while, it would be best not to stay any longer than necessary in one place the always watchful soldier inside her told her.
TBC....
Please, anybody who's reading, leave us a little note, will ya?! You'll make our day.