Whispers Of Dreams

This is a completely AU fic, no realism included. May contain nuts and batteries sold separately.


"Boo, you was all ova his ass and Cindy didn't see him arguing" She shouted into the bathroom.

Getting ready for a night out usually took a few hours for the two, but tonight it seemed to be taking longer. Max, ever the perfectionist wouldn't step out the door unless she could kill a man on sight. Cindy was more laid back, not needing so much effort since she was already with her lover Diamond.

"So what if I was, its not illegal. Besides I'm not like that, I hardly know the guy" Max chimed back, feeling smug and cheery after seeing him again.

"That's not what I saw, if he told you to jump you would ask how high Boo. Admit it, you and mystery boy got it goin' on" She sang back. She knew she was winning, Cindy knew these things.

Max was in the bathroom carefully applying make up in their cracked mirror. Her hair was done into short curls and her lips glossed with cherry red balm. Finishing her mascara she gave herself a once over look in the mirror before winking at her self, a job well done. She usually hated wearing make up, but Cindy had effectively made her, and now it was done, it wasn't quite as terrible as she had imagined. 'Defiantly not going to become a regular thing though' She thought.

"Its all in that filthy mind of yours Cindy"

"You trippin' Boo, hot boy and you couldn't even talk so Cindy had to drag your ass away before you blew up the joint. Tomorrow your gonna get his address from Stormin' (Normal) and your gonna go chat his ass up. You game?"

Max hand smoothed out the creases in her shirt, not that it was really big enough to have any. Crash was having its once monthly rock night, and as the theme went so did Max. She wore a tartan mini skirt and a tight white shirt with sleeves rolled up. With her white push up bra on and most her shirt open till two buttons underneath it she looked the epitome of sexy. School girl/ rock chic was a lethal weapon in Max's hands, and she knew it. Walking out she saw Cindy's reaction and knew she had it down.

"I'm game alright" she smirked.

"Damn Boo, what are you trying to do blind every man who sees you tonight?" She joked in her usual sarcastic tone, but just as Cindy always did she reminded Max of what was important. "Don't forget about Hoy boy tomorrow"

"Yeah I know" She said giving a twirl. How could I forget.


Logan breathed heavily into the spray of water from the showerhead. Even though his legs didn't work, he always had sat in the shower since he was a kid; it was the only place nobody could hear him cry. Although he didn't cry anymore it was still stress relieving, and now he didn't have a choice anyway. After installing the flux-chip from the package from Max in his exoskeleton he hadn't resealed it and so it wasn't waterproof anymore. He was going to have to do a make shift job just in case he spilt a drink down it at this 'Crash' place tonight. A rock night, just like the good old days.

Running his fingers through his hair his mind was aching from scars he had from his life, he wasn't that happy and his mind was self-torturous when he was depressed. It was because of Max, the girl he hardly knew but couldn't forget. After seeing her twice he had made an idiot out of himself, he hadn't a clue what to say to somebody so... beautiful.

Then after he got in the shower he realised that was it. She was too beautiful. She must already have a guy, nobody so amazing could possibly be single, let alone want a crippled loner like him. But in thinking that he was reminded of how being around her made him feel like he was a different man. Fear disappeared and all he felt was special. Her smile muted any self doubt he had, all there was that feeling in his chest. and he didn't have time to delve any deeper or he would be late. Leaning forwards he turned off the water and he just sat there, watching the drips from his hair roll down his face. Maybe he would go and pay her a visit tomorrow at that Jam Pony place, see how she was doing. Hell, just to be within a hundred yards of her.

Dragging himself up onto the side of the bathtub he tried to spin his legs to the outside and lost his balance falling. It wasn't a long drop and he got a small break fall in, but it was his pride that was hurt.

"Fucking son of a bitch! Argh!" he shouted lashing out at the tiles lining his bathroom wall. His fist connected, busting it open between his smallest finger and the next one in. Blood dripped down the palm of his hand, and he stared at it. His eyes were wide open in terror, his eyes flashing repressed memories to him.

His parents.

The blood.

He was shaking, his head darting around looking for a towel. He found a small flannel and wrapped it around his hand, ridding himself of that horrible image. He only got flashes of it but not a coherent memory. Even so it scared him. A lot.

Dragging a towel to him he dragged himself into his bedroom from the on-suite bathroom before drying off. He would have to bandage that up before he went out, it wasn't big but it was deep. Pulling himself up onto his bed he looked out of his skylight. The moon was glowing and the rain was thick and heavy, something about tonight unsettled him, but he couldn't quite place a finger on what it was. Grabbing his exoskeleton he strapped his legs into it after pulling on some boxers. Tonight was going to be a long night, he sighed. A long night indeed.


Max was stood out in the line with original Cindy and her girlfriend Diamond. Looking around she saw they were only a few people from the door, and about time too, the wind was blowing hard and the air felt like it was wove with ice. Cindy and her lover where making small talk behind her and Max just watched people, seeing how they mingled in with crowd, how they interacted with their friends and family. Some people she noted, loved to be loud and brash, talking over everybody else, while others hung in the shadows, walking through a crowd without being noticed. Having just divided the crowd into two types, she tried to place herself on either side of the line. The more she thought about it she realised she must be stood on the line. Although strong willed and an occasional wise ass, she never got attached to people, managing to stay isolated through her life. Despite her severely regretted one-nighters when she had been in heat, she had never been with a man, not properly. It wasn't that which caused the ache inside but the knowledge that she would be alone forever. She had to stay off the radar until she was certain that Manticore was finished, until she was sure the crimes she had committed were not in vain.

It was just at this moment when she saw the couple of men in front of her walking away from the door, leaving them next, stepping up she saw why, the bouncer was hanging a sign on the door reading "Full - No admittance".

"Aw come on man!" cried Diamond as she also noticed the sign, her dismay at having cued for a half hour in the icy gale spilling out in a flood of under her breath curses.

"Sorry ladies, the place is full, I'm afraid your too late" said the tall man in the suit. Max had been in this position before and she was pretty sure she knew how to deal with it.

"Come on, baby if you let me and my friends in I'll talk them into letting you watch later", the word gliding off of Max's breathe like silk.

"Watch what?" He asked getting ready to shut the door. Max stood aside and Cindy and Diamond stood there looking at Max, Cindy wondering who she was going to let the guy watch doing what. The she felt Diamonds hand on her cheek turning her face towards her before she Diamond kissed her hard. It was as Max stood aside to let the guy see her friends that she noticed a car driving down the side road/alley of crash, the driver concealed in shadow. "Must be deliveries" she thought shrugging it off.

The Bouncers eyes almost popped out of his head and his hand dropped promptly from the door handle, which Max caught. Strolling in the three ladies walked into the wall of noise that was Crash, Cindy shutting the door behind her shouting "Pervert" out of it before locking the still bewildered bouncer outside.


Logan pulled into the back alley of crash, vaguely seeing shadows of people cuing outside the front door. As he suspected it would be packed out and full by this time, so he thought he might try the 'VIP' entrance, or the back door as it was more universally known. Driving slowly he came to the small trash ridden car park at the rear of the booming club. Stepping out of his vehicle he had parked in the corner he casually strolled to the back door and looked at the 5-digit lock upon it. Imputing it flawlessly he opened it up and whistled to himself as he strode in. "You can find anything on the internet these days" he thought to himself just as the wall of loud noise that was the music hit him.


It was a dark night, and yet the moon seemed to illuminate the small outer city school rather well. Four X5's had been told to take down an aggressor by their leader Zack, but he had told them to shoot him, not explaining why he had needed four to accomplish it. He told them to run if he spotted them, and after Eva's skull was crushed by their prey's bare hands, two of them where doing just that.

Jondy and Tinga fled in terror, leaving Ben behind. The two X5's ran like the wind, blurring across the school playground like women possessed. Despite their training and conditioning this hunter scared the shit out of the both of them, only Ben seemed unaffected, he seemed to display the same aggressive verging on insane lust to fight.

Ben stood in the shadows, his eyes scanning for their predator. His heart was pounding; sweat from his anxious brow ran down his face. Seeing him to his right he stared in silent awe. He was only short, and to the unsuspecting person an easy target for aggression, but as Zack had warned them, he was unstoppable, invincible, as it would seem. But Ben didn't believe that, nobody could take him, he was too good. Telling Tinga And Jondy to run was so he could hog all the glory for taking this guy apart. He saw his target move. The short man stood in the wind, the scarf over his mouth darting in the gale, his trench coat's edges flailing around his legs. Ben watched as from within his trench coat his withdrew a sword, a long thin katana. Ben saw this as cowards move, and watched as the short assassin looked towards him, his eyes blurring in the darkness, their red lights seemingly igniting in their sockets.

"What the fuck?" whispered Ben as he stood up, knowing his position had been made as the opponent pointed his blade towards him despite its wielders eyes looking away again.

"Come forth and meet thy end" He whispered like gravel down the wind. His blade glimmered in the dim light of the moon

"You're going to pay for killing my sister you bastard" Ben growled before lunging through the air at the short warrior.

"One hath paid more than thou can'st imagine" He said bluntly as he side stepped his air born foe, flicking his sword once, so quick it was barely visible. He watched Ben hit the floor face first, clutching his throat which was gushing with crimson life, pooling around him as it left.

He stamped down on the X5s back and hung over him as he bled to death, watching him squirm as the lights faded in his eyes.


Max watched as diamond creamed Cindy at pool for the third time, laughing at Cindy's excuses.

"This here be rigged, you wasn't dis good last time we played!" Cindy shrugged it off, "I'll take you this time".

Max noticed the beer was running dry and nodded to her friend she was off to the bar to get more. Crash was crammed; full of moshers and hard men, whores and normal people, and many others it was like a culture fair. Max walked around the dance floor, knowing quite a few eyes were following her around.

"Men" she thought, as she got to the bar, but she was glad she was appealing, every woman craves knowledge she is sexy.

"Hey barkeep, another pitcher please" she said as she slid the container down the bar to his waiting hands. She turned and leaned against the bar, resting her elbows on the bar and surveying the scene. The dance floor was a mass of violently writhing bodies, each one looked individual to her, and the guys around staring at her like a piece of meat looked all the same. Arseholes.

"Whiskey, oldest you have" came a familiarly dreamy voice from next to her. Looking to her left she saw Logan Cale, looking somewhat sullen. He was adorned in a tight fitting black long sleeved T-shirt and dark blue jeans, half his hand was also bandaged up, his hair spiky and stubble ever present. Max had only had enough beer to feel slightly drunk, but she seemed top have lost the speech impediment his presence gave her.

"We have to stop meeting like this" she purred into his ear, her body pressing against his back. She had dressed to thrill, and she would be damned if it went to waste when the literal guy of her dreams was sat next to her. He only lightly tilted his head to catch a slight glimpse of her, his eyes illuminating when he saw her.

"Now why would we want to do that?" He whispered back.

Game On.


Jondy and Tinga leaned against the wall of a building several miles from the school, panting as they prepared to figure out their next move. Before either of them could move a blur from the roof above them landed in front of them, his eyes alight and the scarf around his lower face dancing in the uplifting wind.

"Rumandello at thy service" he spat before decapitating both of them with one fell swoop.

Running his sword back into his long coat he turned away from the corpses and walked away down the empty street, throwing an incendiary device over his shoulder casually, igniting the bodies as he disappeared into the empty night.


Max sat on the bar stool next to Logan, who had turned to her, and max loved the way his face conveyed the lack of belief that anybody could look so sexy. She knew he was taking in her every detail and so she ran her hand over her cleavage and flicked her hair back, enticing his eyes to explode with awe.

"Is it me or is it hot in here?" she teased, they seemed to have this little word play thing going on, and she knew how to work it to her advantage.

"Something's hot in here" he smirked. He was fully aware there was a song or something like that, but it looked to be before her years and he didn't want to baffle her, but he was losing his ability to think and the feeling of being free was over taking him, she was incredible, how she made him feel and how she looked. Spellbinding.

"So, here with your girlfriend?" Max asked the one question she feared the answer of, it needed to be done though.

"I'm flying solo I'm afraid, How about you?"

"Please, there isn't a guy in here good enough for me!" She bragged, giving it the tinge of sarcasm she needed to give him the hint.

"Is that so?" he got out before he saw a whisky placed in front of him, and he paid for both his and the pitcher Max had just been given.

"You don't need to do that, but thanks" She smiled genuinely at him, he was as kind as he was attractive. Max didn't know why she was behaving like this with him, she had a choice of dozens of guys tonight and yet this one man was making her warm inside. They both looked at each other and Max spotted Cindy across the room and reminded herself she needed to get the beer there.

"Be right back" She said placing her hand on his shoulder, "Wait for me?"

"Of course" he replied, "Always".

"Yo Boo, is that hot boy you with over there?" Chuckled Cindy As Max waltzed over with the beer

"Indeed it is, and I'm going back over there to talk to him" She sang, Cindy had rarely seen her so cheerful.

"Chat him up you mean" added Diamond taking the pitcher from Max

"Same thing" Max sighed dreamily as she turned and walked back towards the bar, spying another woman talking to Logan. "Fucking bitch" she thought, "No way".

Max walked over just in time to hear the red head ask him if he was here with anybody. She was tall, slender with blazing red hair. "Definite whore" Max thought, before realising she was ready to kill somebody just for talking to him. Odd.

"Who are you talking too babe?" she questioned him, her voice caressing his ears with its soft sexy low intonation. She wrapped her arms around his neck looking with daggers at the red head, whom backed off mumbling about needing to get back to her fiancé.

"Thank Christ you showed up" Logan sighed

"Who was that" she asked at the sound of familiarity in his voice

"An old girlfriend, once a bitch always a bitch I guess, she came to brag" He brought his hand up to hers and brought her around to the seat she had occupied before.

"It looked to me like she still had the hots for you" Max grimaced at the idea, it made her sick

"Well she can go to hell, besides who needs her when I've got you?" He smiled, pushing his luck, but he could see she wasn't objecting to anything he did or said.

"What makes you think you have me at all?" before he could answer a big burly guy walked up, muscle bound and about 6'3.

"Fancy taking a ride with a real man?" He grunted in a deep accent.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Take a hike" she said not even bothering to look at him before shooing him away with her hand. The man retreated in disgrace to his circle of taunting mates across the room. Logan looked at her and smiled broadly.

"Such a beautiful lady as yourself must be used to that" He stated as she watched him finish the last of his drink.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, but at least you aren't blind to the truth". She felt her heart pang as he smiled at one of her wiseass remarks. Logan was still in perpetual shock of how sexy she looked when she stood up and reached out to take his hand. He didn't say a word as she dragged him to the dance floor.

Once there Logan realised he wasn't completely drunk, and that he couldn't dance. "Ah fuck", he thought, "Now I'm screwed"

Max seeing his hesitation pushed him back to a pole in the centre of the floor, with him leaning against it she got her groove on. Winding her body in to the bass of the tracks her eyes if not shut were locked on Logan's, who couldn't help but try and control his bodily reactions to her. Finally giving into the alcohol and irresistible sexual attraction between him and her he reached out and dragged her closer to him, which she didn't resist in the slightest. Running her hands up and down his chest as she wound down him his hands stroked any naked flesh he could find, trying not to stare too blatantly at her breasts when she was below his eye level. He was loosing control.

Max was lost in the music, but even more so in the man she was dancing on. His chest was tight and firm through the thin material he wore and she was aware of the fact he was trying to suppress the effect she was obviously having on him, how cute. Going for it she got all up in his personal space, her aching breasts rubbing against his chest as she gyrated herself on his thigh, she couldn't help but gasp at the sudden pleasure contact with him gave her as his hands ran over the bare flesh of the lower back. It felt like some kind of brace was attached to his leg, but she shrugged it off.

Cindy was on the stairs to leave with diamond when she spotted Max all over her 'hot boy'. Diamond saw her as well.

"She's just fucking him with his clothes on" she remarked

"Lets hope it doesn't stay that way" Cindy said ready to step out, "Max deserves a break so I hope she gets in there"

Max could feel him against her leg, he was ready to go and she was hot and bothered herself, but she wanted to play a little bit more. She was pleasantly surprised that he made the first move towards giving in to the electricity between them, her hands where roaming over him, flicking underneath his shirt to run over his taught chest or down his toned arms when he leaned down and feather soft nipped her ear with his teeth before licking it slowly. Max could feel herself wet against him, and for the first time she moved slightly into his ministrations and as he again softly licked her ear she gasped quietly and ground against him. Something snapped in her when she heard him moan. Snaking a hand up behind his head she forcefully brought his lips to hers in a crushing kiss, passion exploding in both of them. The two person inferno in the middle of a writhing mass of oblivious bodies became aware that they now needed solitude to advance further.

As their lips moved across each other's Max became painfully aware she needed him. Reluctantly breaking the kiss she ran her hand down to over his groin, whispering on her breath "Where's your car?"

Logan grabbed her by the hand and dragged her towards the back of the club, showing her out of the back door. The way to his Aztek was full of non- incidental strokes and full on making out against his car. Opening the door for her he jumped in and pulled out of the alley and started off on the short journey home. His concentration was broken countless times as Max licked his neck and made a show of where her hands ran over her barely clothed body.

Finally arriving at Fogle towers, Logan practically dived out of the car, let Max out and then locked it and was pinning her up against the elevator wall all in record time. His head felt dizzy and there was barely any blood there at all so he wasn't thinking at all, so Max had to open take the keys from his hand in order to open his front door, which she herself found rather an annoyingly complicated task in her current condition.

With the door shut behind them all hell broke loose. Pushing him up against the nearest wall she pulled his shirt off him and started to lick and bite her way down his chest before undoing his belt. Logan didn't want her to see the exo-skeleton just yet and so he dragged her up and pulled her to his bedroom, throwing her down on his bed. He kicked off his shoes and watched as she removed her top and bra, her breasts removing the thin wisp of breath he had left. Walking over to her she kneeled on the bed and undid his pants as he kneaded her chest avidly. Logan lay down on the bed as his pants pooled around his ankles, and he powered down the walking apparatus and pulled it off himself. Max too far gone in lust to care just ignored it and greedily ripped his boxers down his legs to be thrown somewhere behind her.

Being naked in front of a woman wasn't a position Logan had been in for a few years, but he was glad she seemed impressed. He was wondering on how to proceed when she hungrily sucked him into her mouth, bringing forth a husky groan from him as she milked him hard. Knowing he wasn't going to last long with her going like that he pulled her up and kissed her hard and passionately as he undid the fastenings on her skirt and left her in a soaked thong. Pulling it off Max opened her legs to his warm hand as she devoured his mouth, Logan running his hand over the inside of her thighs before feeling the heat of her moist core on his palm. Running his two fingers over her he slid them into her, shallow at first, then he buried them, Max whimpering into his mouth as he did. She started to moan and gasp as he manipulated her and before long she bit down on his neck as she came. Seeing that he was still all to horny Max still needed him, and so she straddled him, sitting up and then impaling herself upon him, her eyes shut in ecstasy as he filled her.

Looking up at her as she started to move on him he only wish he could grind up into her, but he didn't need too. She was so tight and wet it was only a matter of minutes before he groaned loudly and grasped the sheets as he spilled deep inside her, and only moments later Max squealed her orgasm, helped along by her lovers expert hands manipulating her pleasure point. Collapsing on top of him broken and sated Max allowed herself to sleep, giving in to the darkness enveloping her world.