Hollow: The Sequel to Trouble In My Mind
By The Shadower
Chapter One
Disclaimer: These characters belong to James Cameron and Charles Eglee and the idiots at Fox idiotic enough to cancel them.
Rating: PG-13 for later chapters, this chapter PG.
Archiving: I don't know what it is but I probably don't care if you do it.
Feedback: Yes, I love it. It's probably more addictive than most street drugs.
A/N: I know this one's kind of short, but it's only chapter one. I intend chapter two to be longer. If you haven't read my earlier fic, Trouble In My Mind, you should do so or you may not understand this. Basically, this is Max after an alternate version of Female Trouble in which Logan killed himself and she found the body.
Summary: Max deals with Logan's death.
Chapter One
"Some sense in everyone, did not occur to you, wake up an empty shell, someone to crawl into, your days are pieced to dream, the blanket's still asleep, consuming every thought, till you uncover me, Could it BE, that I'm fading, far away, straight out of it."
-Finger Eleven's Shudder
"Max, girl, you need to get up."
Max rolled over in bed. Cindy shook her but Max failed to respond.
"Girl, you late to work again, Normal gonna fire your ass."
Max sat up, and looked Cindy in the eye, suddenly intense.
"I don't care," she said. "I just don't care anymore. Let Normal fire me, it's not like it matters."
"Girl, you don't get up right now and it's gonna matter."
Max didn't respond.
One week later
Max sat, her eyes vacant, staring at the microwave. The timer went out and Max retrieved her instant popcorn. She lifelessly put a piece into her mouth, moving slowly and clumsily.
"You can't take much more of this, boo. Neither of us can."
Max dully turned to the doorway, where Original Cindy was framed. Cindy thought her eyes flickered with something like life, but she could have been imagining it. Max slowly placed another piece of popcorn in her mouth. Then looked at the ragged old suitcase Cindy was carrying, as if noticing it for the first time, then spoke.
"What's that?"
Even her voice was dead, cold and unfeeling. Cindy looked at her eyes. The flicker was gone.
"I'm leaving, boo. You're putting yourself through hell and dragging everyone around you down with you. Or leaving them behind, like at work. You know Sketchy still asks me about you? Wants to know if you sick or what. Normal says you fired and you ain't never coming back but he won't let anyone use your locker or throw away your file. You barely talk to me, even I don't know what's going on in your head these days."
Max stared at her friend. There was sadness in her gaze, and concern too, and for a moment she was like the old Max. But when she spoke, her voice was as dull as ever.
"If you want me to leave I'll go."
Cindy shook her head.
"Nah boo, this is your place, was your place long before I came. It's me who needs to be going. Take care of yourself."
Cindy moved to hug Max, and Max hugged Cindy hard. When she pulled away Cindy almost thought she saw tears there, but they vanished. After all, Max didn't cry, wouldn't cry, during the day. At night she wept in her sleep, as Cindy lay in the next room, pretending not to hear.
Now, Cindy gave Max a last sad wave, and then she was gone. Max was alone
A/N: Let me know if you like it so I'll know if I should write more or not. I realize ML shippers may not love this piece but it's certainly an ML piece, just angst filled one. In my other fic, flashback, Logan is alive and that's also ML if angst ridden too. I intend to do some non- angst ridden ML eventually.
By The Shadower
Chapter One
Disclaimer: These characters belong to James Cameron and Charles Eglee and the idiots at Fox idiotic enough to cancel them.
Rating: PG-13 for later chapters, this chapter PG.
Archiving: I don't know what it is but I probably don't care if you do it.
Feedback: Yes, I love it. It's probably more addictive than most street drugs.
A/N: I know this one's kind of short, but it's only chapter one. I intend chapter two to be longer. If you haven't read my earlier fic, Trouble In My Mind, you should do so or you may not understand this. Basically, this is Max after an alternate version of Female Trouble in which Logan killed himself and she found the body.
Summary: Max deals with Logan's death.
Chapter One
"Some sense in everyone, did not occur to you, wake up an empty shell, someone to crawl into, your days are pieced to dream, the blanket's still asleep, consuming every thought, till you uncover me, Could it BE, that I'm fading, far away, straight out of it."
-Finger Eleven's Shudder
"Max, girl, you need to get up."
Max rolled over in bed. Cindy shook her but Max failed to respond.
"Girl, you late to work again, Normal gonna fire your ass."
Max sat up, and looked Cindy in the eye, suddenly intense.
"I don't care," she said. "I just don't care anymore. Let Normal fire me, it's not like it matters."
"Girl, you don't get up right now and it's gonna matter."
Max didn't respond.
One week later
Max sat, her eyes vacant, staring at the microwave. The timer went out and Max retrieved her instant popcorn. She lifelessly put a piece into her mouth, moving slowly and clumsily.
"You can't take much more of this, boo. Neither of us can."
Max dully turned to the doorway, where Original Cindy was framed. Cindy thought her eyes flickered with something like life, but she could have been imagining it. Max slowly placed another piece of popcorn in her mouth. Then looked at the ragged old suitcase Cindy was carrying, as if noticing it for the first time, then spoke.
"What's that?"
Even her voice was dead, cold and unfeeling. Cindy looked at her eyes. The flicker was gone.
"I'm leaving, boo. You're putting yourself through hell and dragging everyone around you down with you. Or leaving them behind, like at work. You know Sketchy still asks me about you? Wants to know if you sick or what. Normal says you fired and you ain't never coming back but he won't let anyone use your locker or throw away your file. You barely talk to me, even I don't know what's going on in your head these days."
Max stared at her friend. There was sadness in her gaze, and concern too, and for a moment she was like the old Max. But when she spoke, her voice was as dull as ever.
"If you want me to leave I'll go."
Cindy shook her head.
"Nah boo, this is your place, was your place long before I came. It's me who needs to be going. Take care of yourself."
Cindy moved to hug Max, and Max hugged Cindy hard. When she pulled away Cindy almost thought she saw tears there, but they vanished. After all, Max didn't cry, wouldn't cry, during the day. At night she wept in her sleep, as Cindy lay in the next room, pretending not to hear.
Now, Cindy gave Max a last sad wave, and then she was gone. Max was alone
A/N: Let me know if you like it so I'll know if I should write more or not. I realize ML shippers may not love this piece but it's certainly an ML piece, just angst filled one. In my other fic, flashback, Logan is alive and that's also ML if angst ridden too. I intend to do some non- angst ridden ML eventually.