Disclaimer: I don't own it.
A/n: a slightly different interpretation of Zack's view of Logan.
Just a drabble, to be continued if I get round to it.
This is set just after 411 on the DL, and is all from Zack's POV.
411 on the LC.
All my life I thought I was in love with Max. She was always my favourite; I convinced myself that I loved her to avoid any other emotional entanglements. Then when I met her again, all I felt was fraternity. She is so beautiful, but I'm not attracted to her. Come to think of it, I've never been attracted to anyone. When she refused to leave with me I thought that was it, I'd never see her again. I wondered for a long time just what it was that kept her there, in danger, why she wouldn't run.
When I was watching Max, before I made contact, I'd seen her go to the beautiful penthouse for dinner one night. I climbed up onto the roof of the building next door and used my enhanced eyesight to watch them.
I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing with a crippled ordinary. At first I thought maybe she made some extra money out of him. But the look in her eyes when he rolled into the room was the kind you can't fake. She cared about him. I studied him for long hours, staking out his apartment, trying to figure out what the whole emotion thing was about.
It didn't help.