It's been a while hasn't it. I have returned once again, to reek havoc on the fanfic universe. Hahahahahaha. I know all my loyal fans missed me (Yeah, right.) Anyway I'm getting back into the writing groove. Hope you enjoy the newest (and probably shortest) installment of "Who I am"
Peace,
Original Max A
Max arrived at Logan's door about an hour after she got off of work. She was on a mission to recover any files that Logan had on her and her family. She had thought about breaking in or picking the lock on his door, but that, ironically, would be too normal. It would be like they were cool again. Basically, he would expect her to do something like that. So she did the only thing that was unusual for them…She knocked.
Knock, knock
"Who is it?" Logan called.
Max considered for a moment how to reply.
"It's Max," she said attempting to keep all emotion out of her voice.
Logan opened the door, "Hey."
"I want my files."
"What?"
"Whatever you got on me and my family I want it."
Recognizing the ruthless tone in her voice, Logan nodded and let her in.
"The files are my office. Sit down, I'll go get them."
"Actually, I'll go with you. This is a short visit,"
Passing the kitchen, Max noticed the spread he had laid out. Salad, garlic bread and…hn…chicken.
"Expecting someone?" she asked
"Yeah, you." He replied.
A smile started to creep on to Max's face. That's sweet. He…wait a minute…
"How'd you know I was comin'? Did you bug my place too?" She accused, anger raising in her voice.
Logan turned and stared at her directly in the eyes. How dare you?
"No," He responded irritated, "I was just about to call, when you knocked. Is it alright that I hoped you come?"
Max felt her anger dissolve, "Logan, I…"Remember why you here. Max straightened herself. There was no reason for her to apologize. He was the one who let her down.
"Let's go get those files."
"No. Let's talk." He almost shouted.
Max softened her voice, "Why would I want to hear you have to say?"
Logan started to open his mouth and shut it as Max kneeled down so that she was eyelevel with him.
"You betrayed me," she said in that same soft tone slick with anger. She rose and walked into Logan's office.
Logan took a deep breath, knowing exactly the pain she felt and that he increased it. Max always walked around with a slight aura of darkness laced in agony. For her to trust him again, he know he was going to have the start from the bottom.
"They're in the top drawer below the computer," he said rolling the doorway.
Max turned her head to him.
"The one with the…the," Max stumbled on her words, thinking of the drawer that one held Logan's life.
"No." Logan responded quickly. Remember the gun held in that drawer. This was hard enough without thinking about his suicide attempt as well.
"It's on the other side." He stated. Max searched and discovered what she needed. After flippin' through the files, Max stood up.
"Guess I gotta bounce,"
"You're not gonna eat?" he asked.
Max shrugged, "Not hungry,"
She walked right by him and went to door. Logan turned and started towards her.
"Max, wait. Listen, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was just scared."
She faced him right as her hand had just reached the doorknob.
"Of me?" she asked.
"Of losing you." He responded honestly.
"Well, then," she said as water start brimming in her eyes, "Looks like you made the wrong decision,"
She closed her eyes and walked out the door.
