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Summary: Here's the funeral
Timing: 3 days after Borrowed Time
A/N: If this doesn't make any since don't mind. I've been working a lot lately and my muse is on the run. So if u like it review, if u don't go ahead and flame me I don't mind.
Revised Borrowed Time:
Chapter 3,
Hope at the end of the road
(A/N: Warning; title has nothing to do w/ this ch. I just thought it sounded cool)
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"I'm sorry." He said before turning away from the young couple. Slowly Alec sunk to the floor besides Max his arms automatically going around her as he whispered calming nonsense in her ear. All the while his heart broke for her. The love of her life was gone and there was nothing he could do to take the pain away from her.
"I'm sorry Maxie, I'm so sorry." He said softly as he pulled her closer. "I wish I could take it all away, make it all better." And he meant every word of it as the two of then sat there on the clinic floor.
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Black, that was all Original Cindy saw as she looked around the gently sloping hillside. A giant crowd of black surrounding her and her boo. A crowd all there to pay their last respects for the late Eyes Only. The outspoken African-American woman never would have guessed Logan to have so many friends but it seemed that he did. Later on she'd have to ask Max who they all were. She recognized a few of them like Bling, Logan's old personal trainer, and Asha, the leader of the S1W. The others she didn't know and as she stood there supporting her best friend she realized that Logan had made a difference in a lot of people's lives even if they didn't know Logan had been the one to do it. Slowly the tears began to come and for all her strength and resolve she couldn't stop it. Where was Alec when you needed him she thought as she wiped the tears away from beneath her eyes.
Max looked up after feeling something wet hit her head. She expected to see rain pouring from the clouds overhead not tears trickling down her friend's strong face.
"OC?" She asked in a small, child like voice.
"Yea Boo?" The sensible woman asked in return.
"Nothing." Max said with a delicate shake of her head.
"What do you mean nothing?" OC asked in a hushed version of her normal voice, her tears suddenly forgotten.
"Just that, nothing." Max answered with her first smile in three days. Shocked OC stared at her boo.
"You know what, Max?" OC questioned with a smile of her own.
"What?" Max asked.
"I missed that." OC squeezed Max's hand her smile fading as the grip loosened.
"I know." Max whispered tears coming to her eyes again. "Oh god why did he have to die?" The small X5 cried in agony.
"I don't know Boo, I don't know." OC shook her head from side to side her mass of dark curls flying everywhere as she did so. "But even if I did would it really help you?"
"No, I don't think it really would." Max replied as OC enveloped her in a hug. Wordlessly Max wrapped her arms around her friend's neck and hid her face in the hollow that created. "Thanx."
"For what?" OC inquired pulling away slightly from her best friend.
"For everything." Max responded, looking up into OC eyes. "I don't know what I'd do if anything ever happened to you."
"Don't talk about things like that now boo." OC whispered while rubbing Max's back, her chocolate brown hand making big circles as she did so. Honestly OC didn't know what to do for her friend, neither now or in the hard months to come. She just hoped that they made it through it, all of them. And with that thought OC caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye. (The slight flutter of a shrub's leaves off to her right followed by the appearance of a tall, blond haired man.) OC smiled sadly but thankfully at him as he smirked his I'm-always-all-right smirk at her in return.
The rest of the ceremony passed in silence for the two women and their shadow like angel. For the black mass of grieving patrons and most of all for the man who lay beneath the lid of the casket, never to see the light of day again.
At the end a single ray of light shown through the thick foliage of a near by tree on the sight of Logan's grave. As the mourners turned to go one of the lost souls asked her best friend: What do you think it means?
The wise young woman replied to her friend: It means that every things all right and yer boy wants you to go have some pasta and wine for him.
Smiling thoughtfully the carmel skinned woman and her coffee skinned friend left arm in arm. "Yeah, I think your right." She replied at last.
"Damn Boo I'm always right." OC cried pulling her friend closer to her.
While the two walked away a silent shadow trailed them, hands in pockets, and head bowed in respect for the moment that had just passed.
It would be a long road of recovery for the strong-headed X5 female but at least there was hope that someday she would get there. That someday it wouldn't hurt her to smile and laughter wouldn't cause her to feel guilty any longer.
Silently Alec walked and waited, a knowing keeping him close to the two women before him but not to close. Someday Max would find out about this but not today. Today Alec would follow her and OC and make sure her road to recovery began as easily as possible. And her smile was good enough proof for him that he was doing his job. After all Logan wouldn't have wanted max to be upset and more then he wanted her to be.
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