DISCLAIMER: This is just for fun, the characters and the idea belong to James Cameron and the folks at FOX who apparently don't realize that they are missing out on something great.
A/N: HI! I just surfed around and opened the reviews for this story. Well, there were some really nice ones. Thank you!!
Writing these lines I have no clue what I'm gonna do with this story. I used to have a clear pic in my head about where this is going- but it's all gone now, it seems like it didn't make any sense- ever.
So I guess you could call that writer's block…
This is probably just gonna be some kind of filler. If anybody out there has an idea of how to continue this, let me know at volleyballbab@hotmail.com. Solanacea perhaps? ;- )
**
"Logan?" Max carefully sneaked closer and sank on her knees next to her boyfriend. He was still sound asleep so max just sat there, watching him.
Why hadn't she noticed before how haggard and pale he looked? It seemed so obvious as he lay there, his handsome features marked by exhaustion and confusion, even in his sleep.
She didn't know for howl long she had been sitting there before Logan stirred. She lovingly smiled at him when he opened his eyes. He frowned back in confusion and disorientation.
"Hey." His voice was hoarse.
"Hey you." Max caressed his cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Cindy told you, huh?"
Max nodded. "I'm so sorry."
"What for? You have nothing to be sorry for."
Max shook her head. "I let you down. You are going through so much and I've never been there for you. I just worried about my own problems."
"Max, you don't have to worry about me…I'll be fine."
Max angrily wiped away a tear. "You are not a very good liar, Logan Cale." She took his hand and caressed his palm with her thumb. "Promise to tell me what's going on, Logan." She looked at him intently urging him to trust her. When there was no answer she continued. "I wanna be there for you, like you are there for me. Please let me do that."
Logan eventually looked up. "I promise to try, okay? I really appreciate this, but I've always fought my battles alone, Max. There never was another option for me. You have to give me some time here."
Max squeezed his hand. "Deal." Then she leaned over to give him a kiss.
"And now let's get you off the floor. How's your back?"
"Cindy apparently worked magic. Doesn't hurt half as bad anymore, at least as long as I don't strain it I guess."
Max got up to get his chair. Then she watched as he tentatively prepared to transfer, but she didn't intervene. He would ask if he needed her help. At least she hoped so.
Logan twisted his features when he pushed himself up, but he managed and was relieved that his back agreed. It still ached, but the excruciating pain he had experienced earlier was gone for now.
Max smiled slightly. "I'm gonna get you some painkillers, aiight. Wanna come?"
He shook his head. "We don't have a car and I really don't feel like pushing the chair all the way."
"Sure. Be right back; just tell me what you need."
**
When Max had left, Logan wheeled to the kitchen and sheepishly looked at Original Cindy who was sitting at the table, trying to figure out a crossword puzzle. She put down her pen and raised her eyebrows.
"Hi. How are you feeling?"
"Better." He sighed. "Sorry about earlier and thanks for the massage."
"You're welcome. Talked to my Boo?"
"Yes, we talked."
"Good." Original Cindy reached for a bottle of nail polisher. "You gotta stick together."
"Yeah." He rolled over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. "I'll be in the bedroom, wanna do some research. Maybe the Office of Defence already knows more about who did this."
"If they wanna find out at all." Original Cindy frowned. "Do you think the yare eager to find the folks responsible?"
"Probably not. You're right. But they can't just let it slip either- I hope."
**
Max jogged into the small down without breaking a sweat. She found a pharmacist on the market square and went inside to get the meds. As Logan had hoped, she didn't require a recipe.
Minutes later she was on her way back but took a detour to a supermarket.
With a plastic bag in her hand she slowly walked back, enjoying the sun shining on her face.
Suddenly a car slowed down behind her. Max tensed immediately, but forced herself to keep on walking.
"Max!" she relaxed. "Do you want a ride?" We just wanted to check on you guys!"
"Sure, thanks! We're doing fine though. Thank you so much for letting us stay, it's a great place." She sank down in the backseat and smiled at Jenny and Daniel.
"You're welcome. We are actually happy to have you guys here. It's good to see Logan again. We haven't heard from him in quite a while you know."
"Yeah." Max knew what jenny meant. "He has been pretty occupied lately."
"Actually the past two years." Daniel laughed, but basically meant every word. "You know, I have known him for so long, I'm not mad at him. But it hurts that he didn't tell us. We are his friends."
Max nodded. "He had a hard time."
"I can imagine that. He's always been so active and independent. But we could have helped him if we had known."
Max took a deep breath. "You could so now. You know, lately he thought he had things fixed, he would get back on his feet for good. This all broke down a few days ago, basically that's why we are her." She explained, and it wasn't even a complete lie.
**
TBC...
A little help perhaps? Some advice? Ideas? Greatly appreciated!!!
Thank you.
A/N: HI! I just surfed around and opened the reviews for this story. Well, there were some really nice ones. Thank you!!
Writing these lines I have no clue what I'm gonna do with this story. I used to have a clear pic in my head about where this is going- but it's all gone now, it seems like it didn't make any sense- ever.
So I guess you could call that writer's block…
This is probably just gonna be some kind of filler. If anybody out there has an idea of how to continue this, let me know at volleyballbab@hotmail.com. Solanacea perhaps? ;- )
**
"Logan?" Max carefully sneaked closer and sank on her knees next to her boyfriend. He was still sound asleep so max just sat there, watching him.
Why hadn't she noticed before how haggard and pale he looked? It seemed so obvious as he lay there, his handsome features marked by exhaustion and confusion, even in his sleep.
She didn't know for howl long she had been sitting there before Logan stirred. She lovingly smiled at him when he opened his eyes. He frowned back in confusion and disorientation.
"Hey." His voice was hoarse.
"Hey you." Max caressed his cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"Cindy told you, huh?"
Max nodded. "I'm so sorry."
"What for? You have nothing to be sorry for."
Max shook her head. "I let you down. You are going through so much and I've never been there for you. I just worried about my own problems."
"Max, you don't have to worry about me…I'll be fine."
Max angrily wiped away a tear. "You are not a very good liar, Logan Cale." She took his hand and caressed his palm with her thumb. "Promise to tell me what's going on, Logan." She looked at him intently urging him to trust her. When there was no answer she continued. "I wanna be there for you, like you are there for me. Please let me do that."
Logan eventually looked up. "I promise to try, okay? I really appreciate this, but I've always fought my battles alone, Max. There never was another option for me. You have to give me some time here."
Max squeezed his hand. "Deal." Then she leaned over to give him a kiss.
"And now let's get you off the floor. How's your back?"
"Cindy apparently worked magic. Doesn't hurt half as bad anymore, at least as long as I don't strain it I guess."
Max got up to get his chair. Then she watched as he tentatively prepared to transfer, but she didn't intervene. He would ask if he needed her help. At least she hoped so.
Logan twisted his features when he pushed himself up, but he managed and was relieved that his back agreed. It still ached, but the excruciating pain he had experienced earlier was gone for now.
Max smiled slightly. "I'm gonna get you some painkillers, aiight. Wanna come?"
He shook his head. "We don't have a car and I really don't feel like pushing the chair all the way."
"Sure. Be right back; just tell me what you need."
**
When Max had left, Logan wheeled to the kitchen and sheepishly looked at Original Cindy who was sitting at the table, trying to figure out a crossword puzzle. She put down her pen and raised her eyebrows.
"Hi. How are you feeling?"
"Better." He sighed. "Sorry about earlier and thanks for the massage."
"You're welcome. Talked to my Boo?"
"Yes, we talked."
"Good." Original Cindy reached for a bottle of nail polisher. "You gotta stick together."
"Yeah." He rolled over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. "I'll be in the bedroom, wanna do some research. Maybe the Office of Defence already knows more about who did this."
"If they wanna find out at all." Original Cindy frowned. "Do you think the yare eager to find the folks responsible?"
"Probably not. You're right. But they can't just let it slip either- I hope."
**
Max jogged into the small down without breaking a sweat. She found a pharmacist on the market square and went inside to get the meds. As Logan had hoped, she didn't require a recipe.
Minutes later she was on her way back but took a detour to a supermarket.
With a plastic bag in her hand she slowly walked back, enjoying the sun shining on her face.
Suddenly a car slowed down behind her. Max tensed immediately, but forced herself to keep on walking.
"Max!" she relaxed. "Do you want a ride?" We just wanted to check on you guys!"
"Sure, thanks! We're doing fine though. Thank you so much for letting us stay, it's a great place." She sank down in the backseat and smiled at Jenny and Daniel.
"You're welcome. We are actually happy to have you guys here. It's good to see Logan again. We haven't heard from him in quite a while you know."
"Yeah." Max knew what jenny meant. "He has been pretty occupied lately."
"Actually the past two years." Daniel laughed, but basically meant every word. "You know, I have known him for so long, I'm not mad at him. But it hurts that he didn't tell us. We are his friends."
Max nodded. "He had a hard time."
"I can imagine that. He's always been so active and independent. But we could have helped him if we had known."
Max took a deep breath. "You could so now. You know, lately he thought he had things fixed, he would get back on his feet for good. This all broke down a few days ago, basically that's why we are her." She explained, and it wasn't even a complete lie.
**
TBC...
A little help perhaps? Some advice? Ideas? Greatly appreciated!!!
Thank you.
