"I want ta keep ya here overnight, Max. Make sure that ya doin' alright." Carson says, writing something on what I assume to be my chart.
"Fine with me." I say. I've had enough attacks to know the drill; overnight for observation, medication when I need it, take it easy for a few days.
Carson smiles and finishes writing. "Anything we can get from your quarters?" he asks.
I nod. "Letters from my family, some books, my laptop." Carson raises an eyebrow and I add, "I'm working on a letter to home."
Carson seems to think about this for a bit then says, "Alright but I catch you working on anything else and I'll take it away."
I nod and stifle a smile. He sounds like me when I was threatening Jason and Patrick the other night. Carson then walks away; I relax against the pillows, close my eyes, sigh, and relax. It's been at least two hours since we got out of the transporter and I'm relaxing in the infirmary. I'm the only one in there, which surprises me considering what happened last night. My stuff arrives and I pick up the letters, first the one is from my mom. It's mostly info on how she and pop are doing, what my other relatives are up to, and stuff that's happening around the neighborhood. She doesn't write it, but I can tell she's still worried about me. Even though I tell her almost every time I write that I'm fine.
The next one I open is from Tori. She goes on about her classes (she's attending Illinois' Western University), her roommate (who apparently resembles me in the fact that she's a mess), and her group of friends. She's taking 17 credit hours with Criminal Justice as her major and a minor in Spanish.
Hugh's letter is much the same with a few exceptions; he's attending a local college and still lives at home (so he doesn't have a roommate) and he went on for half a page about this girl he met. He doesn't say it outright, I can tell that he likes her but doesn't have the guts to ask her out. I pick up Missy's letter next and open it. I'm halfway through it when I hear someone say, "So much for a perfect record of staying out the infirmary." Looking up I see that it's Lydia.
"Hey I know you. You remind me of someone I used to have breakfast and see movies with." I say, smiling.
"Yea, sorry about that. Stuff's been crazy." She says, moving a chair towards me and sitting down in it. "But enough about me, everything ok?"
"Other than a slight asthma attack."
"Slight?" Lydia says, raising an eyebrow. "Because from what I heard Logan had to carry you to the infirmary."
"Yes he did but that was because I was a little light headed."
"Uh-huh."
I roll my eyes and know at the next poker game I'm never gonna hear the end of it.
"You ok, now?"
"Why, Lydia you flatter me. That was almost sincere enough to make me think that you really cared." I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I laugh and say, "Yes I'm fine."
"Then why are you still here? Shouldn't you be looking after the rug-I mean adorable children?" Lydia amends as she sees Carson pop his head out of the doorway and look towards us. He doesn't say anything, just looks at me and then disappears back inside his office. Hint taken Carson.
"Carson wants me to take it easy and keep me here overnight just to make sure I don't have another attack. Don't worry it's standard." We chat for a bit more about this and that and discuss what we should play for our next movie night. We narrow it down to the Tenth Doctor, Torchwood, and Dark Angel. After making plans to have breakfast together, Lydia leaves and I'm by myself again. I turn on my laptop and finish up my letter to mom and dad (leaving out what just happened), and work on ones to Tori, Hugh, Missy, and Dave. I still have yet to receive a letter from him. Sighing more from restlessness than boredom I fiddle around on my laptop for a bit, making sure that Carson doesn't see me. I manage to create three new play lists that I've been meaning to make and two more that I do just out of sheer boredom. I pick up a book at random and start to read. It's 'Star Wars: Wraith Squadron' and happens to be one of my favorite series but I can't seem to get into it.
After re-reading the same paragraph for the fifth time I close it and toss it to the edge of the bed. I glance at the clock, see that it's 11:35am and groan. I'm so frickin' board. This has got to be the longest day I've ever had. No wait; the longest day was when we went to the Smithsonian Museums, so this is the second longest day I've ever had. I'm hungry, when's lunch? Oh, that's right; I get it brought to me since I'm supposed to be "taking it easy". I feel special. I stare up at the ceiling and resort to counting the tiles and humming songs that pop into my mind. Right now I'm humming 'Toxic'. Anything to keep my mind off occupied. Now I'm onto 'Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off'. I tap my feet to the imaginary beat. Let's see; 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 2-
"Hey aren't you supposed to be resting?" Damn, I've lost count. Now I have to start all over again. I look to see who broke my concentration and see that it's Logan.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
He holds up a bag and says, "I come baring entertainment." He hands me the bag and I look inside to see what's inside. A set of headphones and a few CDs. "How can I ever thank you?" I say the words before I can think about them. Oh boy, the rumor mill is sure to be buzzing about this one for awhile.
Logan smiles and says, "Thank Lydia. She was the one to raid your room and put in a few things of her own as well. But I did bring you this." He says taking something out of his bag. It's a book on meditation. "So the next time something like this happens you won't be so high strung."
Wow, I don't know what to say. That's truly thoughtful of him. I think. "Thanks." I say taking the book from his hands and flipping thought it.
"Your welcome." He says, smiling. Logan must have noticed the open letters because he asks, "From home?"
"Hm? Oh, yea. They arrived yesterday but I hadn't had time to look at them until now." He smiles again and asks, "You feeling better?"
"Lots. That's modern medicine for you. Feels like I didn't even have an attack."
"That's good. I have to admit that you had me worried in there."
"Really?" I ask, wondering where this is suddenly coming from.
"Yea. It seems that when ever we're together something happens. Some might call it fate."
"Or it could be the fact that I'm really klutzy." I quip, trying to ignore the funny feeling that suddenly appeared in my stomach. Logan takes off his glasses and I can't help but think how much more attractive that makes him.
"You're truly amazing you know that."
"Am not." I say, blushing.
He moves closer to me and smiles. "No it's true. Anyone else would have freaked out about teaching kids in a distant galaxy where wanna-be vampires could attack at any moment and suck the life out of you but you," he says, sitting on the side of the bed. I don't protest. "you take everything around here in stride."
"Well, I've always been attracted to the slightly strange all my life." I manage to say, his presence starting to have an intoxicating effect on me. We stare at each other for a few minutes, not saying anything and then Logan suddenly leans towards me and kisses me. And I kiss him back. I know that this isn't right; I already have a boyfriend. But there's a part of me that doesn't care. As we continue to kiss, I can't help but feel how this just feels right, like this was supposed to happen all along, that Logan and I were meant to be together.
I sit up, the bed slightly creaking as I do, and gather my bearings. I'm still in the infirmary, it's night and in the dim light I can just make out the numbers on the clock; 12:30am. I lean back and take a deep breath. That was one hell of a dream. At least I think it was a dream. I look to the side of the bed and see the stack of opened letters. Drawing in a shaky breath, I take the top one and see that it's the one from Missy. My heart thudding I open it and read it. There's nothing in there that was in my dream, just gossip about our crew, work, and a funny story about Theo's first time riding the bike he finally bought. I sigh with relief, glad that it was just a dream. But I can't help but think about the part with Logan, it had felt so real. They say that dreams are the subconscious's way of telling you what you really desire. If that's true then what's mine trying to tell me?
A/N: Ok, before everyone hits me, let me explain. I wrote this chapter tottally by accident. Ok, that's a lame excuse but it just sort of popped out and I'm really really trying to stay away from the normal Mary-Sue story where "the girl" ends up falling for "the guy" and that nice happy shippy ending (the kind that are excruciating nausiating). My thought process is really like that, I'll jump from one subject to another with little or no transistion. My sister is really at Western in IL and we're going to see her this weekend (Road Trip!). Time for all the kudos; Lydia belongs to BiteMeTechie (who just started writing again -does happy dance- ), Logan belongs to James Cameron, I own Max, MGM owns Carson (unfortunatly -pouts-), 'Toxic' is from Britney Spears -shudder- and ' Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off' is from Panic! At The Disco. Let me know what you think of the chapter.