Authors Note:
Thanks so much for your reviews. They really cheered me up and have
inspired me to continue. ( So, here is the next chapter. To all of those
Max & Logan fans out there, sorry but you know I'm one too but I'm not
going to deny the fact that Logan can be one snoopy tootie when he wants to
be. ;-)
The next couple of days went by a little better than the past few weeks. Max was going through what she called a 'numb stage' where just about anything could happen and she would still have the reaction as a turnip would. She was on her last run for the day and once again, a package for the charming, ever so witty, Logan Cale. She sighed in annoyance and frustration. Fine. It only took her minutes to get to his condo, the directions and methods she used from tapping the elveator buttons to knocking on his door were etched into some inner shell of her mind.
"Come in." Logans voice called.
Max placed an uneasy hand on the door knob and stepped inside. There were papers and files spread all over the place. Books, pencils, and crumpled pieces of paper were scattered on the usually tidy kitchen counters.
"Back here." His voice called once more.
She picker her steps carefully over some documents that lay out on the beige carpet and wood floors. Her steps brought her to a very familiar room, the very room that she had first seen Logan. Surrounded by a recorder, numerous hardrives, keyboard, mouse and computer, Logan was sitting in his same computer chair typeing away and staring at the screen.
"Package delivery." She replied as she leaned against the door frame.
He spun around in his chair cautiously to see who it was, already knowing very well who leaned in the doorway. "Max."
"Logan." She answered. "What are you working on? World domination?" It was one of the few sarcastic comments with good humer intended that had passed her lips for weeks.
"Several different things, doing some late spring cleaning and organizing." He took the clipboard from her and signed his name, she tossed him the package once she received her clipboard. Something was different today. He didn't look her straight in the eyes, and when he did, it was only a glance. Almost like he was searching for something, or may be he was trying to confirm irregular thoughts that crossed his mind. Whatever the case, it was unusual which could only mean one thing, he was hiding something.
"So," She started, about to pry his mind for answers. Just then the phone rang.
Logan rolled his eyes, checking the caller ID. "Fantastic, probably another tipster who just wants cash. Eexcuse me a moment while I entertain the latest baboon in our third world society." He rolled past her and out the door into the kitchen area.
Max was about to leave the room and just say 'see ya latter, gotta jet.' When her eyes picked up something on his screen that he had forgotten to minimize.
"X5-452/ Re-train" were the only words she could make out.
Max looked over her shoulder as she made her way to the computer desk, and clicked on one of the files, 452-0004. Her eyes grew wide and her face pale as she witnessed footage from her own horrific torture. 0004 was the first documentary of the Shock Wave effects. There was no volume, but the scene was bad enough. She could still hear Logan talking in the next room. She began to click randomly on other files, until she had sampled 6 of the documentaries. Who the hell does he think he is? Then a sense of betrayal fell over her shoulders and cloaked her soul. Barriers inside of her mind flew up and she cursed him under he breath as she popped the CD out of the computer drive. Logan was rolling down the hallway when she bumped into him on her way out.
"Oh, sorry." He said, thinking the bump was his error.
She rounded on him, eyes searing with hurt and anger. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"What?" He asked ddumb founded.
"What the hell is this?" She shouted, holding the CD inches from his face.
He sighed and his glance fell away from her face, again.
"Whats wrong Logan?!" She shouted, her voice trembeling. "Its ok when you witness the little peepshow of torture, with me as the star; but you can't look me in the face?!"
She knew that was low, she didn't care. "This is bull shit Logan."
"Max, you werne't telling me what was going on, I had to find out."
"WHY?!" She screamed. "WHY NOW?! WHY COULDN'T YOU WAIT UNTIL I WAS READY?!" Rage flickered through her eyes and features.
"Max, I..."
"SHUT UP!" She screamed. "Just SHUT IT. I don't care! I don't care what you have to say! I never thought you would do this to me Logan! It isn't your fucking business to know what happened beyond what I tell you! If I don't tell you then I don't want you to know!" "I'm sorry Max."He was, he began to feel enormously guilty for what he had done. She was completely right and had every reason to be pissed at him and never talk to him again.
She scoffed, "I bet you are." She took a breath ready to throw her last, lowest, most ego bruising sentence she would ever say to Logan. "You scientists are all alike, not giving a rats ass about the ones who are affected by your fucking actions."
She snapped the CD in half and left the pieces on the floor for him to retrieve. Max stormed past him and slammed the door. Logan watched her leave and picked up the pieces of the CD. He had hurt her more than he thought he would have, she compared him to the scientists back at Manticore for Gods-sakes.
The next couple of days went by a little better than the past few weeks. Max was going through what she called a 'numb stage' where just about anything could happen and she would still have the reaction as a turnip would. She was on her last run for the day and once again, a package for the charming, ever so witty, Logan Cale. She sighed in annoyance and frustration. Fine. It only took her minutes to get to his condo, the directions and methods she used from tapping the elveator buttons to knocking on his door were etched into some inner shell of her mind.
"Come in." Logans voice called.
Max placed an uneasy hand on the door knob and stepped inside. There were papers and files spread all over the place. Books, pencils, and crumpled pieces of paper were scattered on the usually tidy kitchen counters.
"Back here." His voice called once more.
She picker her steps carefully over some documents that lay out on the beige carpet and wood floors. Her steps brought her to a very familiar room, the very room that she had first seen Logan. Surrounded by a recorder, numerous hardrives, keyboard, mouse and computer, Logan was sitting in his same computer chair typeing away and staring at the screen.
"Package delivery." She replied as she leaned against the door frame.
He spun around in his chair cautiously to see who it was, already knowing very well who leaned in the doorway. "Max."
"Logan." She answered. "What are you working on? World domination?" It was one of the few sarcastic comments with good humer intended that had passed her lips for weeks.
"Several different things, doing some late spring cleaning and organizing." He took the clipboard from her and signed his name, she tossed him the package once she received her clipboard. Something was different today. He didn't look her straight in the eyes, and when he did, it was only a glance. Almost like he was searching for something, or may be he was trying to confirm irregular thoughts that crossed his mind. Whatever the case, it was unusual which could only mean one thing, he was hiding something.
"So," She started, about to pry his mind for answers. Just then the phone rang.
Logan rolled his eyes, checking the caller ID. "Fantastic, probably another tipster who just wants cash. Eexcuse me a moment while I entertain the latest baboon in our third world society." He rolled past her and out the door into the kitchen area.
Max was about to leave the room and just say 'see ya latter, gotta jet.' When her eyes picked up something on his screen that he had forgotten to minimize.
"X5-452/ Re-train" were the only words she could make out.
Max looked over her shoulder as she made her way to the computer desk, and clicked on one of the files, 452-0004. Her eyes grew wide and her face pale as she witnessed footage from her own horrific torture. 0004 was the first documentary of the Shock Wave effects. There was no volume, but the scene was bad enough. She could still hear Logan talking in the next room. She began to click randomly on other files, until she had sampled 6 of the documentaries. Who the hell does he think he is? Then a sense of betrayal fell over her shoulders and cloaked her soul. Barriers inside of her mind flew up and she cursed him under he breath as she popped the CD out of the computer drive. Logan was rolling down the hallway when she bumped into him on her way out.
"Oh, sorry." He said, thinking the bump was his error.
She rounded on him, eyes searing with hurt and anger. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"What?" He asked ddumb founded.
"What the hell is this?" She shouted, holding the CD inches from his face.
He sighed and his glance fell away from her face, again.
"Whats wrong Logan?!" She shouted, her voice trembeling. "Its ok when you witness the little peepshow of torture, with me as the star; but you can't look me in the face?!"
She knew that was low, she didn't care. "This is bull shit Logan."
"Max, you werne't telling me what was going on, I had to find out."
"WHY?!" She screamed. "WHY NOW?! WHY COULDN'T YOU WAIT UNTIL I WAS READY?!" Rage flickered through her eyes and features.
"Max, I..."
"SHUT UP!" She screamed. "Just SHUT IT. I don't care! I don't care what you have to say! I never thought you would do this to me Logan! It isn't your fucking business to know what happened beyond what I tell you! If I don't tell you then I don't want you to know!" "I'm sorry Max."He was, he began to feel enormously guilty for what he had done. She was completely right and had every reason to be pissed at him and never talk to him again.
She scoffed, "I bet you are." She took a breath ready to throw her last, lowest, most ego bruising sentence she would ever say to Logan. "You scientists are all alike, not giving a rats ass about the ones who are affected by your fucking actions."
She snapped the CD in half and left the pieces on the floor for him to retrieve. Max stormed past him and slammed the door. Logan watched her leave and picked up the pieces of the CD. He had hurt her more than he thought he would have, she compared him to the scientists back at Manticore for Gods-sakes.
