Hormones
By: lfbrox
Rating: R (for this chapter)
Timeframe: A couple of month after Freak Nation. Logan can of course walk (still) and the virus is finally gone. Max and Logan are a couple J.
AN: Sorry guys it took so long. Lot's of things to do and lot's of trouble with my computer. So I got a new one and a new provider – so I'm back again. I totally forgot where I wanted to go with this story. Stupid alcohol. Kills all of your brain cells. But so what.
To get back into the story I re-read the first 3 chapters and realized something scary. I seem to have a thing with Joshua in combination with condoms. In limited times I also have him in it getting a sex talk from Alec. I'm a really sick and perverted person I guess. I need to stop this. So I guess no more Joshua in this story. But let's get to it. Here goes:
Chapter 4:
Logans place:
You arranged what? Jesus Logan. You really are a pimp then, Max said after hearing Logan tell her what he had arranged for Alec and the guys. She got up from his lap and sat down on the chair opposite from him and waited for Logan to go on. It seemed like he wasn't done yet.
I know, I know. Don't you think I feel a little uneasy myself. I mean I don't even know why this bothers me so much. It's Alec. He probably didn't even waste a minute thinking about how pathetic this is. I don't know. Sorry that I spoil our evening but I just keep thinking about it, Logan finished not knowing what else to say.
Well. Then I'll let you keep thinking about it until you find out what's bothering you. I don't feel like a romantic evening anymore myself. Let's call it a night then. I go back to check the headquarters. I'll see you in the morning. With that she got up and headed for the door.
Max. Wait. Don't go. I mean we could...., Logan started but was interrupted by Max who turned around to look him in the eyes. It's okay Logan. Don't give yourself a hard time. I just don't feel like IT tonight. Later. She opened the door and got out. Logan jumped up from his chair and called her name but he couldn't say anything else for Max had closed the door.
When Logan opened it again to follow her she was nowhere to be seen in the hallway, so he closed the door again. He turned on the light in his crib, turned off the music and blew out the candles. Then he grabbed the bottle of wine and sat down on his bed drowning the rest of the bottle in one gulp. Well done Cale. Well done, he muttered to himself and got up to see what else to drink he had stored in his fridge. He found half a bottle scotch and sat back down on the bed – to think and drink.
Logans Penthouse:
At the same time Alec sat on the bed in Logans penthouse. He finished drinking wine and switched to beer. The lights were out and Alec sat in the dark. Only the moon and one candle on the nightstand provided him with light. He had Logans book in his hands and stared out of the window. Occasionally he sipped his beer and open the book – only to close it again. He felt like an intruder reading Logans personal stuff but he couldn't seem to stop thinking about it.
He got up from the bed to get himself another beer from the fridge and returned to the room. He opened the book again but this time he didn't close it. He read some more of Logans poems. At some point he abruptly closed it and threw the book across the room. He grabbed his beer and emptied it. Then threw the empty bottle in a similar direction and it scattered on the doorframe. Angrily he got up, grabbed his jacket and left the penthouse.
Terminal City: Headquarters
Max entered the Headquarters, poured herself some coffee and slumped down on the chair next to Dix. He worked on the computers and didn't notice Max sit down next to him until Max let out a heavy sigh. Dix turned around and looked at her questioningly.
What's up Max. Something wrong? Dix asked.
No. It's all good I guess. It was just a long day. Max answered and looked at the computer screen in front of Dix. What ya working on?
Nothing special. Just one of Logans little projects" Dix replied turning back to the screen.
"Oh", Max said, "One of Logans little projects, huh? He seems to have an awful lot of little side projects nowadays."
"What?" Dix asked turning back to Max.
"Oh, nothing", Max said absentmindedly.
"What's wrong Max? Trouble in paradise?" Dix asked turning around in his chair to face Max, giving her his full attention.
"I don't know. We just had a little disagreement. Nothing major" Max answerd. Dix was just about to say something when Max got up, said her usual "Later" and walked out of the door. The last thing she wanted was to talk about Logan or about the reason why they had their little disput.
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Seattle, cemetary:
Alec knelt in front of a grave. Softly he traced the inscription on the tombstone with his fingers. Rachel. Beloved Daughter. Jan. 15 2002 - Oct. 21 2020.
"I love you", Alec whispered and a tear rolled down his cheek. He could see her face in front of him. Could see her smile. He could feel her touch, her lips on his and her arms wrapped around his neck. In her eyes he saw everything he wanted. Everything he needed. But she was gone. He got up and whiped the tear away. After one last look at her grave he turned around and walked away. Seattles streets were empty. Which was a good thing as he didn't even try to be careful to avoid the sector police. He was deep in thoughts. He thought about his time with Rachel and how good and alive he felt whenever he was with her. He thought about how much he had done wrong and how little he had done to save her.
He didn't know where all that came from, but somehow Logans poems triggered something inside of him. He thought about going to a bar and drown himself in alcohol, pick up a girl and forget about everything. But instead he went back to Logans place, laid down on the bed and stared into the dark.
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A warehouse - outside of Seattle:
"So when can the operation start?" the man in the dark suit asked Clemente.
"I need a little more time. 452 is still suspicious about my motives to settle this peacefully. I ned to make her an offer she can't turn down. But as long as she doesn't trust me she's not going to meet with me to negotiate. Tell your boss to give me a couple of more days. I'll come up with something" Clemente answered, clearly nervous and uncomfortable.
"Well Detective. You better think fast. The boss isn't the most patient person. Are we clear?" the dark suited man barked back at Clemente, then nodded his head to the door, dismissing him. After the door closed and Clemente had left a raspy voice echoed throught the speakers - "Follow him. We can't afford any more mistakes. I want to be notified about every move he makes."
"Yes Director Renfro", the dark suited man replied and quickly left the room to follow Clemente.
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Terminal City:
Max crib
After cleaning her head walking through the streets of TC, Max decided to finally get some sleep. But somehow she couldn't find any. She rolled around in bed for an hour and then gave it up. She lay in bed, occationally closing her eyes or changing sides. Her thoughts kept drifting to Logan //: What a stupid thing to fight about. My love life get's messed up because some guys here just don't have one:// With a heavy sigh she got up in bed. Realizing that she probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight anyways ahe put on her boots, grabbed her jacked and walked out of her door.
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The warehouse - outside of Seattle:
Renfro rolled into the room. Her burned skin was covered with scars. She sat in a wheelchair and needed a raspirator to breath and a mechanical device on her throat to speak. Her eyes looked dead. No determination, no hate - nothing. But still she was determined to get 452 back in her hands. Not because she hated her - she threw herself in front of her and cought a bullet ment for her. No she didn't hate her. But after all the time she waited and all the work she put into it she deserved the reward.
She rolled herself inside the room Clemente had been in earlier and stopped in front of the black suited guy. He stared at the blank white wall bhind her. As were all the other guards. No one was allowed to look at her. And no one ever broke that law. She still had an aura of stron military authority even though she sat crippled in a wheelchair. And her raspy, mecanical voice only attributed to the respect, the obedience and yes even fear the soilders had for her.
"Report", her mecanical voice barked.
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Logans crib:
Max stood in front of Logans door. She walked through the streets of TC again and ended up here. Why and what for she didn't know. But their argument was stupid. It had nothing to do with her and Logan. And she was tired and knwe that only in his arms she would be able to catch some sleep tonight. So without knocking she opened the door and stepped inside. Logan was laying on his bed, still fully dressed and with an empty scotch bottle in his hand. She shook her head and took the empty bottle away from him and placed it on the table. She took off his glasses and went to work on his shoes when Logan stirred and tried to kick her hands away.
"Shh, Logan. It's just me. Sleep. We talk tomorrow", she said softly still trying to get his shoes off. That accomplished she took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. Now only clad in his boxers she covered him up and kissed his forehead softly. His breath smelled heavily like alkocol and Max just smiled and ran her hand through his hair.
"Sleep tight Logan. You are so gonna pay for that tomorrow." With that she turned around and left. //: No need to stick around. He'll sleep through and wake up with a huge hangover:// she thought with a grin and headed for the headquarters to do something productive as she couldn't sleep anyway.
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Headquarters:
Late next morning
The Headquarters were busy that morning. Lots of transgenics running around carrying things from here to there or reporting the missing supplies to Alec who stood in the middle of the room with paper and pen. Mas was near the door to the front exit/entrance talking to Sam about the pregnancies. Logan walked in the back door with small eyes looking rather pale. He took off his sunglasses, blinked, glanced at the clock that said 11:30 o'clock and watched the busy scene in front of him. //: God. What have I been missing. Alec and Sam are back and Alec seems more ....well...committed to his work. Max is smiling and Mole doesn't look at me like he wants to kill me. I should sleep in more often :// Logan thought //: Just without the booze://
Sam said his goodbyes to Max, nodded briefly in Alecs and Logans direction and left through the front door with a very exited Jesse following him outside as it was his turn today to drive with Sam outside and get his grooves on in Logans appartement. Seeing Sam nod at Logan, Max and Alec noticed that he was standing there. Max saw that Alec headed in his direction and decided to let them speak first. After all, their little plans started the little fight that Logan and her were having. //: Let them talk it out and then it's still enough time for Logan to apologize to me:// she thought with a smile and walked over to the monitors always keeping an eye on Alec and Logan. She wondered what was wrongn with them but thught that if it were imortant Logan would tell her. Logan and Alec felt the tension too. Logan because of the pimping and Alec because he read his poetry and had to admitt that he wasn't such a guy at all and longed for something deeper. But he'd rather drop dead in his tracks than to actually tell that somebody. Especially not Max and Logan. The drama dream couple. No he would not tell. He would put on a show only he could muster.
Hey Logan buddy, Alec said as he finally reached Logan.
Hey Alec, Logan replied and both shared nervous smiles while awkwardly patting each others shoulders the way only know how.
So. Things are pretty busy this morning, huh? Logan said while letting his eyes wander through the room. Alec stept next to him and did the same leaving them standing shoulder to shoulder near the back entrance observing the room. They really looked kinda stupid standing there which caused Max to slightly shake her head and wonder if she would ever undersand the male species.
After a while of standing there the clock eventually rang noon. , Alec, Logan and some of the other transgenics shouted.
Before you go. How did it go last night and this morning. No problems getting in or out?, Logan asked awkwardly.
Logan! Some things one never forgets. Like riding a bicycle, swimming or the good old in and out, Alec said grinning broadly.
Very funny Alec, Logan replied. He turned around murmuring have a nice lunch and was about to leave figuring everything went alright if he was here. But suddenly Alec stopped him by calling his name, so he turned around again.
What Alec? Logan asked clearly annoyed and expecting another `Alec´-answer. Alec shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Logan. It went okay. No stress with the sector cops or other transgenic haters. It's really uncomplicated. You should try it yourself. With Max of course. It's good getting out of here once in a while. Alec finished.
Logan was a little surprised that he answered so seriously without a hint of sarcasm. But he was glad he did so and not give him a report on how hot the blond was. He could live without that.
Good to hear. And thanks. I ask Max. Maybe she could get a night off – for once. With that he turned around and walked over to where Max was sitting on the monitors. She looked up when she saw him approach and waited for him to get to her.
Good morning sweetie, she said in a sugary voice after making sure no one else but Logan was in ears reach.
Good morning to you too, Logan said just as sugary. I guess I have to say thank you for bringing me to bed yesterday. He said with a smile sitting down next to her on the chair. She smiled back but didn't say a word. So he continued. And I also wanted to say that I'm sorry. I mean I can't even say what it was we were fighting about. I just know it was no big deal and it had nothing to do with us. So again, I'm sorry for making such a big deal about it and spoil our evening. With that he tilted his head slightly to the right and made a puppy face. He looked so cute that Max just smiled. She rolled towards him in her office chair, grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him deeply on his mouth. He knew that the puppy face always worked with Max but he didn't expect such a reaction. After a second of surprise he snapped out of it and participated just as eagerly in the kiss, granting Max access to his mouth.
He brought his own hands up to grab her head and bring her closer to deepen the kiss. They totally forgot where they were so lost in the kiss until they heard people applauding and making dog sounds or were whisteling. They pulled apart realizing that they sat on the control monitores in the headquarters. They looked downstairs and around and everyone was staring at them with a huge grin plasterd on his face. Max glared at everybody and shouted for them to go back to whatever they were doing and turned back to Logan.
Sorry. Couldn't help it. You wanne go grab lunch or something?, she asked getting up from the chair and walked towards the door.
Or something, Logan aswered following her closeley – which earned them another round of dog sounds and kissing noises. Ignoring it they stepped outside.
AN: That's it guys. Not so much action but I promise it'll get better. Just tell me if you want me to continue. Love ya. Please R + R.