Author: Michelle Drake gypsychic04hotmail.com
Author's Note: It's been a long while . . . over a year . . . maybe two. Anywho, I was cleaning out the computer and found this and just started writing. I also revised the first chapter.
Also, there is no virus, and I am not a doctor so I can't cure it . . . even in my little AU . . . so pretend like it has already been cured, right as they have found Zack again, okay? :)
Summary: When you are forced to choose between the brother that has given his own life to save yours, and the man you that makes your life worth living . . . where does your heart belong? An alternate Some Assembly Required
Spoilers: Some Assembly Required
Rating: PG-13 for language
Feedback: I love it! Review or e-mail me at MichelleDrakefree-your-soul.net
Disclaimer: Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron and Charles Eglee
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A sting of tears hit her eyes but she wiped them away before they could be detected.
Are you okay?
Of course. I'm fine. I'm always fine, she replied.
Max felt a strong hand wrap around shoulder. It should have comforted her, but her mind was in a different place. She tried to stop it, but everything that had happened played out in a continuous loop that wouldn't pause. Playing over and over again, the past days events created a lump in the back of her throat that wouldn't go away as she remembered every detail.
I wish it didn't have to be so hard, Max said tearfully. Her eyes locked on Zack's body laying on the bed. So helpless. So lost. She knew no matter what nothing would be the same after this.
It'll be all right, Logan whispered although he knew it wouldn't be as well.
Maybe . . . maybe you should be the first to go, Max whispered, knowing there was no way she could delay the inevitable.
Logan knew she was right, but he felt stuck in place. Moving hurt too much. The thought alone was heart wrenching. The actual act of moving; turning around and letting her slip through his fingers forever, felt worse than anything he had ever felt. He could feel his hands shaking as he reached out to embrace her.
Maybe you should go, Max repeated, a little more forcibly, covering up the pain she was feeling. Her arm brushed his away, staring him directly in the eyes. She saw the unshed tears in his eyes, but moreover could see the coldness of her own eyes reflected in his.
Max . . . he began, his face a mixture of painful understanding.
Just go. Her voice cold and collected, despite how her heart was screaming.
I know you are upset, but don't be this way.
What way?! she reacted loudly. What way should I be?
Logan reached out to embrace her, but this time she pushed him away with more force.
There was a long, silent pause. Neither of them moved. The only sound was Max's heavy breathing as she tried to control the tears that were about to fall.
Max . . . don't end it this way. Please-
Logan! I told you to go. Just leave! She spoke coldly, keeping her face turned away from him so that he wouldn't see the pain. She hated herself for doing it, she hated everything about that moment. She suddenly had the urge to take it all back but knew that it was better this way.
She waited for his footsteps to leave and let herself break down. Everything that she had kept bottled up was released in a sea of tears. She cried until she felt a strong hand grab her shoulder.
She turned around to see Logan there once more. Before she could object his lips were firmly placed on her own, taking all her breath away. She held unto him until she couldn't contain her emotions anymore and broke down in his arms. He kissed her once more, and wiped a tear that had trailed down her cheek.
Goodbye Max. I love you. Max-Max. Max . . . we're here, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
Oh . . . was all she could say, quickly brushing away all thoughts of her old life. Let's . . . let's go. She looked up at Zack's ocean blue eyes as he smiled at her. She knew it wasn't ever going to be the same Zack anymore, but she knew that she needed him, and moreover, he needed her. In the back of the mind, she knew that there was something else she needed; something that she never thought she'd be able to get back again.
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where.your.heart.belongs
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