Hey there! I know it has taken me way too long to continue this. But now I'll give it a shot. Hope you don't get too bored with it. This is going to be really fluffy and shippery, but I'll try have some action in the chapters to come.
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"Here we are." Logan said, re-positioning the bag on his lap before he wheeled towards the exit. The girls followed, amazed by the clean and friendly looking airport.
In French, Logan addressed a guy who nodded his understanding and left. "He's gonna get us a cab. Come on, ladies. We're on vacation."
"Right." Original Cindy agrred and stepped through the door to find a cab waiting already. Logan handed Max his bag and transferred into the passenger seat. Max handled the wheelchair and joined Cindy in the back.
The girls both watched the city coming closer in awe, that was all so unlike Seattle. The streets were well-maintained, the roadsigns easy to read and the houses and streets were clean and invitingly.
"I'm afraid we'll have to be careful when it comes to spending money, so this hotel must do." Logan paid their driver and thanked him before transferring back in his wheelchair, which Max had set up immediately.
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"I didn't know you're speaking French so well." Logan had booked rooms and now they were on their way down the hallway.
"Well, there is a lot you don't know about me," he smirked. "I actually lived in Paris for a year when I was studying." He opened the door to the room he would share with Max. Cindy's room was right across the hall.
"Wow." Max landed on the large, fluffy bed. "City of love, huh?" she looked up "This bed is just so perfect for sleeping..."
"Thought you don't sleep?"
"Yeah, well, first of all, I'm still human on some level, besides, I'm about to start a normal life, so I guess it can't be wrong to adapt to normal sleep patterns.
"I hate to break it to you, Max, but no matter how hard we might try, we are never gonna be a normal couple, look at us- or at me, for that matter."
"Would be boring anyway." Max decided not to let him slip into self-pity mood right now. "So, any plans?"
"Sightseeing?"
"Sounds good to me."
**
The three of them spent the next four days exploring the city, and all of them could draw strength from the carefree time.
Max frequently left the hotel early in the morning, when Logan was still sound asleep, and wandered aimlessly through the picturesque little streets, deep in thoughts. A lot had happened to her those past few months, and she had realized that she was more human than she had ever thought. She couldn't just dismiss everyday life for a mission, like she had been trained to do as a soldier, putting the mission before anything else. She couldn't dismiss her friends, couldn't dismiss her emotions. And she had learnt that it wasn't a weakness to have those feelings. In fact, only admitting those feelings had made her truly happy.
She found herself staring at the water of the Seine that mirrored old buildings, buildings that were so much older than anything else she knew, buildings that had been through so much and still stood there, impressive.
She wondered what was going on in Terminal City. How Joshua was doing, what Alec was up to, but she didn't regret leaving. She had been forced to sacrifize so much in her young life, that she felt now it was her right to put herself first.
And she thought about Logan. He had given up everything for her, how could anybody love her that much? A wave of admiration and love for that guy washed through her. She knew the loss of his legs affected him deeply, she had seen the pain and panic in his eyes. Max would be forever grateful that he had done it, and she would always be there for him. 'Forever', 'always', she smiled to herself. Those were the keywords, and she realized that she wasn't afraid of them anymore. Logan had taught her to love, he had shown her what it meant to be human. It had been a painful lesson, for both of them, but now everything was going to be fine.
Because of him, she had learnt to accept herself. She shook her head. Zack would call it phony sentimentality, and would probably kick her ass to give her a wakeup call. But Zack had never been loved, he had never had a chance to learn what love really was all about, so she wouldn't blame him.
Slowly she strolled back to the hotel and sneaked back under the blanket next to Logan. He immediately pulled her closer in his sleep, and a happy smiled formed on her lips.
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Logan heard, or felt, her leave every morning. After the first time he had considered asking her about it, but she had felt so relaxed and satisfied upon her return that he had decided against it. He knew she needed some space, that was the way she worked and she wouldn't change, and didn't have to either.
He still couldn't quite believe they were in Paris, free and safe, at least for now. And he was happy. There had been so many obstacles in their path, his paralyzes, insecurities and depression, her 'family'issues, fear and past. Then her death, the transgenics and finally the virus. But somehow they had always managed to overcome them, and they stuck together, and hopefully would do so forever.
He knew he hadn't always been easy, he had been so wrapped up in self-pity thathe had made it impossible for Max to crack that wall around him for a long time. He still didn't quite understand why Max had chosen him, but he had finally accepted it and decided not to question it anymore.
He knew it had been a tough decision for her to leave Terminal City, but she had done it, and he would be forever gratful. Max had taught him what unconditional love meant, and she had made him realize that life was worth living it, even in a wheelchair, as long as you meant something to someone. It wasn't going to be easy to accept the chair back in his life, not after this taste of freedom, but if he would have to make that decision again, he wouldn't hesitate for a second. Max was more important than anything else. He loved her with all his heart.
Then he heard the door crack open and Max, as she slipped out of her clothes and under the blanket. If he concentrated all of his enegry, he even thought he could feel her cold feet brush against his legs. But that might as well just be his imagination. It didn't matter. He knew that Max was with him, and that was all he could ask for.
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Ok, I hope you liked it. I promise I won't abandon the story!!
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"Here we are." Logan said, re-positioning the bag on his lap before he wheeled towards the exit. The girls followed, amazed by the clean and friendly looking airport.
In French, Logan addressed a guy who nodded his understanding and left. "He's gonna get us a cab. Come on, ladies. We're on vacation."
"Right." Original Cindy agrred and stepped through the door to find a cab waiting already. Logan handed Max his bag and transferred into the passenger seat. Max handled the wheelchair and joined Cindy in the back.
The girls both watched the city coming closer in awe, that was all so unlike Seattle. The streets were well-maintained, the roadsigns easy to read and the houses and streets were clean and invitingly.
"I'm afraid we'll have to be careful when it comes to spending money, so this hotel must do." Logan paid their driver and thanked him before transferring back in his wheelchair, which Max had set up immediately.
*
"I didn't know you're speaking French so well." Logan had booked rooms and now they were on their way down the hallway.
"Well, there is a lot you don't know about me," he smirked. "I actually lived in Paris for a year when I was studying." He opened the door to the room he would share with Max. Cindy's room was right across the hall.
"Wow." Max landed on the large, fluffy bed. "City of love, huh?" she looked up "This bed is just so perfect for sleeping..."
"Thought you don't sleep?"
"Yeah, well, first of all, I'm still human on some level, besides, I'm about to start a normal life, so I guess it can't be wrong to adapt to normal sleep patterns.
"I hate to break it to you, Max, but no matter how hard we might try, we are never gonna be a normal couple, look at us- or at me, for that matter."
"Would be boring anyway." Max decided not to let him slip into self-pity mood right now. "So, any plans?"
"Sightseeing?"
"Sounds good to me."
**
The three of them spent the next four days exploring the city, and all of them could draw strength from the carefree time.
Max frequently left the hotel early in the morning, when Logan was still sound asleep, and wandered aimlessly through the picturesque little streets, deep in thoughts. A lot had happened to her those past few months, and she had realized that she was more human than she had ever thought. She couldn't just dismiss everyday life for a mission, like she had been trained to do as a soldier, putting the mission before anything else. She couldn't dismiss her friends, couldn't dismiss her emotions. And she had learnt that it wasn't a weakness to have those feelings. In fact, only admitting those feelings had made her truly happy.
She found herself staring at the water of the Seine that mirrored old buildings, buildings that were so much older than anything else she knew, buildings that had been through so much and still stood there, impressive.
She wondered what was going on in Terminal City. How Joshua was doing, what Alec was up to, but she didn't regret leaving. She had been forced to sacrifize so much in her young life, that she felt now it was her right to put herself first.
And she thought about Logan. He had given up everything for her, how could anybody love her that much? A wave of admiration and love for that guy washed through her. She knew the loss of his legs affected him deeply, she had seen the pain and panic in his eyes. Max would be forever grateful that he had done it, and she would always be there for him. 'Forever', 'always', she smiled to herself. Those were the keywords, and she realized that she wasn't afraid of them anymore. Logan had taught her to love, he had shown her what it meant to be human. It had been a painful lesson, for both of them, but now everything was going to be fine.
Because of him, she had learnt to accept herself. She shook her head. Zack would call it phony sentimentality, and would probably kick her ass to give her a wakeup call. But Zack had never been loved, he had never had a chance to learn what love really was all about, so she wouldn't blame him.
Slowly she strolled back to the hotel and sneaked back under the blanket next to Logan. He immediately pulled her closer in his sleep, and a happy smiled formed on her lips.
**
Logan heard, or felt, her leave every morning. After the first time he had considered asking her about it, but she had felt so relaxed and satisfied upon her return that he had decided against it. He knew she needed some space, that was the way she worked and she wouldn't change, and didn't have to either.
He still couldn't quite believe they were in Paris, free and safe, at least for now. And he was happy. There had been so many obstacles in their path, his paralyzes, insecurities and depression, her 'family'issues, fear and past. Then her death, the transgenics and finally the virus. But somehow they had always managed to overcome them, and they stuck together, and hopefully would do so forever.
He knew he hadn't always been easy, he had been so wrapped up in self-pity thathe had made it impossible for Max to crack that wall around him for a long time. He still didn't quite understand why Max had chosen him, but he had finally accepted it and decided not to question it anymore.
He knew it had been a tough decision for her to leave Terminal City, but she had done it, and he would be forever gratful. Max had taught him what unconditional love meant, and she had made him realize that life was worth living it, even in a wheelchair, as long as you meant something to someone. It wasn't going to be easy to accept the chair back in his life, not after this taste of freedom, but if he would have to make that decision again, he wouldn't hesitate for a second. Max was more important than anything else. He loved her with all his heart.
Then he heard the door crack open and Max, as she slipped out of her clothes and under the blanket. If he concentrated all of his enegry, he even thought he could feel her cold feet brush against his legs. But that might as well just be his imagination. It didn't matter. He knew that Max was with him, and that was all he could ask for.
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Ok, I hope you liked it. I promise I won't abandon the story!!
