A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE
by Abregaza
DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I know this is a little different than anything I've published here before, but I hope you read and enjoy it regardless. It began its life when I was trying to cure the virus in a new way, and write a quick fic as a present for a friend (formerly known as Milla of DA fandom). Thank you for reading, feedback appreciated!
Sometimes I study her, wondering what it is that Logan sees in her.
No, that's a lie. I used to wonder; now I know.
At first all I saw was the tough façade she presents to the world. But slowly I began to see through the attitude to the woman beneath. Catching glimpses of the vulnerability she hides from the world, and it intrigued me.
She is pure deadly poetry, threatening and tempting all at once; she moves like silk, each movement innocently sensuous and graceful. The silken exterior gives only a vague hint of the deadly steel that can spring to life so suddenly.
I sat in the shadows of Crash, watching her, watching them together. Her hands enthralled me, so capable and yet so deadly, but amazingly gentle when they needed to be; gentle with him. I imagined those hands on my skin, touching and teasing me.
I want her. I want to touch her and please her… to have her please me in return.
But… and here is my dilemma, I still want Logan – the man she loves.
So, I guess that's why I'm here in this drab waiting room, with its wilting flowers and crooked paintings.
Finally the receptionist leads me into the doctor's office, away from the screaming children and their frustrated mothers, and I am left alone to wait
I glance at the walls, noticing the diplomas hanging in silent testament on the beige wall. Those diplomas are the reason I am here, to see the man that has earned them.
"Miss Barlow," Says the Doctor from the doorway, startling her a little.
He closes the door behind him, and settles into his seat before pulling a file from a nearby drawer.
"I have good news… with the samples you managed to get we were able to create a vaccine."
When Asha simply stares at him in silence he elaborates.
"What I'm saying, Miss Barlow is that we can completely cure this virus…"
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