A week later…
I walk the hallways, unsure of where I'm going. I'm in the lab section of Atlantis and I have to say that it's confusing. Hallways are in the oddest places as are the doors. But I'm on a mission; to track down Logan.
I heard from Crysta, and Lydia confirmed it, that he was leaving the next time that the Daedalus leaves Atlantis. Why he didn't tell me himself I would like to know and intend to find out. That and there's that pesky little business of me telling him I'm pregnant with his kid.
Little stuff like that.
After getting lost about three times I manage to find his lab and am standing in front of the door. Two minutes later I'm still standing in front of the door, having second thoughts. But I take a deep breath to steady my nerves and move forward, the door sliding open.
Walking in I see boxes everywhere; some empty, some already closed and taped, some half full. "Hello?" I call out softly.
A head pops up from under the table and then Logan's face appears. "Max." Logan says with a surprise in his voice. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if you leaving was actually true. I can see that it is."
"Yea..." Logan says, trailing off and suddenly finding the floor interesting at that moment.
"Any plans after getting back?" I ask.
"I'm gonna spend a few months in Seattle before going back to the SGC."
"Oh."
"Yea."
We stand in silence for a bit, both of us uncomfortable. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, looking at him.
"I didn't know you wanted to know." Logan says, returning my gaze.
I move closer to him, "Of course I wanted to know. Just because we've been avoiding each other doesn't mean that I don't care."
"So I'm something other than a friend to you?"
"No, you're just a friend to me." I say while thinking, "Yes, you're the father of my baby." I don't know why I didn't say what I was thinking, there was just something holding me back.
Logan snorts, "Just a friend, real convincing."
"Logan, don't." I say, upset.
"Why not?" Logan retorts. "Think about it. When did we stop talking and seeing each other? It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Things changed that night between us, Max; admit it or not."
I just stare at him, not sure how to respond to that. "I'm staying here two more years. Have a nice life." I finally say, shaking my head and turning to leave.
"Max, wait." Logan says grabbing my arm.
I stop and look at him. "Let me go." I say in a narrow tone. He just stands there, not moving so I break free of his grip and leave the room.
So much for telling him.
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The Daedalus is here and with it someone from the IOA. I guess I should start packing now.
Things have been a bit tense around here the last month. Elizabeth and Rodney got into a shouting match in her office last week and were so loud everyone in the Gate room could hear them through the closed doors, John and Teyla have been short with each other, and even Carson and Laura have snapped at one another.
Like they've spent enough time around me to actually do something other than talk to me.
Glancing out the hallway window I watch as people exit out of the ship and walk towards the city. I spot Dr. Weir off towards the side of the pier, waiting for someone. The IOA representative no doubt.
A man in a grey suit comes into view and pauses for a moment, scanning the area. Spotting Dr. Weir he starts towards her and when he reaches her, they shake hands and talk as they walk towards the doors. About what I have a good guess.
Not wanting to meet my executioner (so to speak), I head down the hallway towards the classroom. "No rest for the wicked." I muse as I enter and look at the pile of paperwork on my desk. Sighing, I grab a pen and start to work.
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Two days later I'm working in the classroom when I hear the door open and look up to see that it's Evan. "Hey." I say, setting down my pen.
"Hey." He replies back. "Everything going ok?"
Oh, God he knows. Well, it would be hard not to guess since Logan and I are barely speaking to each other and I'm visiting the infirmary much more than normal. I decide to play it down so I shrug and say, "As well as they could be."
"Anything you want to tell me?"
"Nothing that you all ready know." I think while feigning innocence and asking, "Why?"
"Because I just came from the briefing room where I was asked about my relationship with you."
Crap.
Evan puts his hands on the edge of the desk and leans forwards. "Care to explain why?"
Ok, so he apparently doesn't know. Might as well tell him. "I'm pregnant." I say, looking him in the eyes.
He's the first person I've told since I found out. I haven't told anyone; not even Alex, Lydia, or Crysta. I know that I should tell them, they'd want to know and they could be my "support" so to speak. I guess that I didn't tell them because they have their own issues to deal with and I don't want to seem like I'm asking for help. I can do this on my own.
Hopefully.
"How long?" He asks.
Ok, so he did know. "Almost three months." I reply.
Evan opens his mouth to reply but at that same moment the door opens again and I hear, "Why didn't you tell us!?"
I lean to the left so I can see who it is and at the same time Evan turns around. It's Lydia followed by Crysta. "Come on in, guys." I say dryly.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Lydia repeats.
"Tell you want?" I ask, honestly wondering what I didn't tell them.
"That you're pregnant with Logan's kid." Crysta says.
"Oh that." I say as Evan turns around and raises an eyebrow. I just shrug my shoulders and give him a guilty smile.
"I'll talk to you later." He says.
"Ok." I say softly. Evan then turns around and leaves. I sigh and close my eyes, feeling a headache coming on. This just keeps on getting better and better. "Who told you?" I ask.
"Well, after Woolsey got here he commandeered the briefing room, kicking me and Hiro out I might add, and he's in there with Carson for about a half-hour until he comes out, mad as hell. Today John comes down and he's in there for almost a half-hour as well, until there's shouting and John comes storming out of the room, pissed off beyond all reason. Then ten minutes later Evan goes in the room and is in there for an hour and then-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. How do you know all this?" I ask, interrupting Crysta.
"I was there the first day then Lydia told me the rest." She replies as if it had been obvious.
"Anyways," Lydia says, shooting Crysta a glance. "Evan comes out and asks me what the hell is going on, why he was being asked questions about you and him. At first I had no idea what he was talking about but then he mentioned how he had to account for his whereabouts in March and then it clicked. Of course I feigned innocence but he must have picked up on it because he kept pressing until I accidentally blurted out to him what happened between you and Logan."
Oy.
I resist the urge to hit my head on the desk and say, "What happened then?"
"He looked startled for a second then left. I hung out only long enough to see Woolsey exit the room and eye me. Seriously it was like he was Matt from 'Heroes' and could hear my thoughts. I left the Gate room in a hurry and ran into Crysta, filled her in on what was going on, then came here."
"So why didn't you tell us?" Crysta asks, crossing her arms.
"Yea, I thought that we were friends." Lydia comments, raising an eyebrow.
"We are, it's just that you guys were busy with your work and I didn't want to drop this on you. This is entirely my fault, pure and simple."
"Pretty much."
"Thanks."
"Well it's true."
"You tell Logan?" Crysta asks.
I hesitate, not sure what to say.
"Well?"
"Not exactly."
"Why?"
"Well for one thing we keep avoiding each other and then the one time I tried to tell him we ended up fighting and I told him in not so many words that I never wanted to see him again."
Before they're able to try and convince me to tell Logan my headset clicks and I hear Dr. Weir's voice telling me to report to the briefing room.
After telling her that I'd be right over, I stand and say, "Well, time for my execution."
"Oh come on, it's not going to be that bad." Lydia says, walking with me to the door.
"Lydia has a point. You don't have to tell them that Logan's the father if you don't want to." Crysta says, following me as well.
"True, but they're gonna ask me if it's one of the command staff." I point out.
"And you can honestly say no because he's not."
I sigh, that's all true. But it won't make the doubt go away.
A/N: yay, an update! -does happy dance- life had been crazy lately but now I'm on Spring Break so I plan to finish the story this week. Standard disclaimers apply, Review please.