Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah…I know, hand the credit for concept and character development to James Cameron and Charles Eglee. Damn!

A/N: Chapter two is here! Hope you enjoy. It's kinda short, but I like the next chapter to which it leads. ;)

Funeral for That Which Never Was

Chapter 2: Don't Resuscitate a Corpse

Max briefly glanced behind her, the wind pulling her hair across her face as she drove her motorcycle away from Fogle Towers. She breathed a liberated sigh and refocused on the road and the night around her. What a relief. It was over. That's it. She did it. Max had finally told Logan that she didn't love him anymore, if she ever had at all.

Desperately close to a coffin of hopes, I'd cheat destiny just to be near you.

That's how Logan had described it. Always a writer, even if he was a cyber-journalist doing cable-hacks. He thought there was poetry in everything, even music…classical music. Max couldn't argue with that, classical pieces were full of emotion. She often heard in classical arrangements the kinds of longing and emotion that the children of Manticore were denied and forbidden to possess. It brought her peace. She just hated how he idealized it.

Max knew that their destiny had long since dissected into two separate paths. In truth, it always had been. For the brief time that they thought it was a joined fortune, the two were simply traveling parallel. It seemed that he somehow knew it as well, he just thought that they could trick fate into the impossible. Max didn't want to get around fate anymore. The only destiny that they would have if they stayed together would be her killing him, either with the virus, or with all the recent Familiar activity. She didn't see the difference anymore, and she really didn't care either.

Somehow he had to make her see. She couldn't just give up on them. He never would.

The first of the phone messages he left on her machine was waiting for Max when she got back to her apartment. The blinking light on the machine attracted her attention. Curious, she stepped forward and hit the playback button. She ground her teeth when she heard Logan's voice on the line. "Max, I know you're there. Pick up. Please. I need to talk to you. Ok… Call me, then." The line beeped indicating the end of the message.

"Yeah, when America is a world power again, I'll call you." She grit out sarcastically. It seemed the ordeal wasn't as over as she hoped it would be. Max knew that Logan clung to his beliefs, but she had honestly thought he would have enough respect for her to allow her to make her own decisions without butting in and demanding that he have a say in them.

The phone rang again. She didn't want to answer it and risk it being Logan. She had said her piece, now she was going to make life continue. First stop: Crash.