|Middle of Fall
Author: Nautica7mk PM
The love of two people can last forever, but can a love that never dies endure a fate far worst than death. M/L story that takes place 3 months after she escapes Manticore.Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama - Chapters: 5 - Words: 6,366 - Reviews: 35 - Updated: 09-09-01 - Published: 09-02-01 - id: 392665
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Disclaimer: The story arc of this Fan Fiction belongs to me. All other spoilers and characters belong to James Cameron and his crew. I swear, I'm not rich so don't bother to sue me cuz there's nothing that I have that you'll possibly want. Maybe my brain but that's not up for bargain. LOL! One more thing, the summary came from I think "Passion of an Angel," an Angel (Mr. Whedon's other show) website. I think??? Anyone, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.
Summary: The love of two people can last forever, but can a love that never dies endure a fate far worst than death. M/L story that takes place 3 months after she escapes Manticore.
Spoilers: Season 1 and bits and pieces of Season 2
Side Notes: This is my first attempt to use a more narrative form. If your aware of my work, I usually do this in script format, but I figured I should really attempt this. So here it is. I hope it does some good justice. I'd like some feedback on this, so if you have time, please review.
Also, as always, I try to remain as true to the characters as possible, so if there is something that doesn't feel right, don't be shy to let me know. I'm open to ideas and changing or fixing things.
It's been three months since I've spoken, or even seen Logan. The mere fact that I couldn't even touch him kept me from going into any type of contact with him. It was just too painful. Painful because Manticore has once again managed to keep me from the one thing, the one person I want most.
The monsters from Manticore had injected a virus into me. Isn't that just plain dandy. I was unaware that I passed it to Logan, which makes me fear for his life even more. It wasn't until Alec interrupted us that I realized what White has done. Logan will die within 24 hours if I touch him. The very thought scared me to death. There's not much in this world that scares me, but loosing Logan does. Very much and if staying away from him will keep him alive and safe then so be it.
"He boo." Original Cindy coming home from wherever the heck she was. She asked, "where'd you been? Hot boy again." I had to admit I've been seeing this guy Rafer for the past couple of months just to get my mind off Logan. Little does Logan know, this is the same guy I slept with on our anniversary, a night I continuously regret. Somehow, being with him was the only thing that kept my mind off of Logan, a little anyway.
Typing away in his computer, Logan stares into the blank screen, his image completely different to when we were first introduced to him. He sits in his chair with a tight black tee shirt that shaped his upper body physique. His hair 2 inches longer, displaying a certain rebellious type hairstyle and wears old-style black thick-framed glasses that covered his eyes. This Logan was different. His attitude is different, but he still remains a loyal friend to Bling and Asha, as well as Sebastian. A short while passed by as a familiar friend enters the room.
"Hey gorgeous," Asha calls out grabbing a chair and seating next to Logan. She's always had a thing for him. She finally had the courage to let him know a couple of months earlier. She knew she should've waited till he got over Max, but she couldn't wait. She needed to know. Whether she had told him now or later, she quickly realized Logan would always love Max. That much she knew, and she knew very well, she couldn't compete with that. "Are you ever gonna go on a break?"
"No not really," he replies. No matter the changes that occurred this past few months, Asha will always be dear to me. She told me she loved me. I always knew she did, but not like that. I didn't want to hurt her but she knew I'd always be up front and honest, and I wasn't about to start being dishonest now. I told her how I felt, and she respected that. I knew for the first couple or so weeks was a little awkward for the both of us, but then, slowly, everything came to normal with us. Even more normal than usual.
"Up for some take-out?"
Asha reacts totally taken aback. "Since when do you order take-out?" For as long as she's known Logan, he was always useful. Whether it was trying to help someone from somebody bad, car trouble, or if he needed to do a favor for someone, Logan was the type to do things independently. So hearing him consider take-out was I guess, a little surprising.
Logan laughs at her remark. "I figured I'd try something different," he explains. "Is that so hard to relish?"
"Honestly, yeah." Seeing Logan smile every once in a while pleased Asha. She sees all the time that Logan is hurting, but for what seems like forever, he's always managed to hide it from the world. "I don't know how he does it," she thinks to herself. If there was anything else Logan is good at, keeping his pain and concerns to himself is definitely one of them. Always putting everybody and everything else a head of himself. Why he does that I don't think I'll ever truly understand.
"There's this new restaurant that opened a couple blocks from here, I thought we'd take a break from helping the world and have dinner there." Logan's request didn't surprise Asha. She knows where their relationship stands, and she'd rather have Logan as a friend rather to not have him at all.
"Shoot," she says, "as long as you're paying." Asha stands up and heads to the guestroom to change in a more proper attire. Logan too, wheels himself to his room to change. I don't use the exoskeleton as much as before. I guess the reason I was so self-conscious about being paralyzed was because of the fact that I thought I wasn't good enough for Max. Now I know that isn't the case. I except now that I am confined in a chair. Possibly forever, but I won't lose hope that someday that'll change. I stopped feeling sorry for myself since Max came back. What drove me to partially let her go wasn't just that we couldn't have any type of physical contact, it was more so that she wanted to erase me from her life completely, and I don't blame her. I've tried to myself, especially when I see her with Rafer. Original Cindy told me of his connections with Max, in the beginning I was angry, very angry with myself, at the world, my whole life for that matter. That feeling will always be there, but I don't hate the guy. I just don't like the situation we're in.
Logan and Asha are at the restaurant sitting opposite of each other. They order their meals and have a conversation. "How you holding up?" Asha asked. "I'm still alive aren't I? So that's a good thing," he replies. Asha, somewhat annoyed, "I mean about Max?" That hit a nerve, and Asha knew how he'd react. "What about Max?" His voice cracking. The sudden mention of her name brings back a lot of memories. "Asha," Logan begins, "I don't regret getting shot in the back and being paralyzed," he continues, "I don't regret Max breaking into my apartment," he goes on, "I don't regret knowing who Max is and the trouble that tailed her," finally, "and I won't apologize for loving her either."
"Just making sure." Asha pleased by Logan's openness. Something he doesn't do often enough.
Logan couldn't help but smile at his friend's sly attempt to get him to open up. "Thank you," he says. Asha didn't say anything. She didn't have to because Logan already knew.
Later that Night at Crash
"I have the night off, I thought we could hang tonight." Max was and still is wary with Rafer. She liked him, but that was as far as it went. It's nothing like what she had with Logan. The thought of him lingers in her thoughts all the time. She misses him; she misses him a lot.
Rafer then heads over to the bar to get themselves a couple of drinks.
"Boo," Original Cindy spots em. "Original Cindy don't understand why you put yourself through this, you know you don't love hot boy over there." Max knew she's right. "Look Original Cindy, I don't need this right now, I'm just trying to have a drink with a friend, so do you mind backing off for the night." She wasn't in the mood to verbally battle with her homegurl about the facts of her life. "Aiight," Original Cindy replies, "don't say I didn't warn you." She ups and leaves to join Sketchy.
The Following Day
I no longer live at the penthouse. Since the event's 3 months ago, I decided best to relocate. Bling and Asha are the only two who knows where I now reside. Even Max doesn't know. Max isn't even aware I moved because she hasn't stopped by the Penthouse since we, or more so, she decided not to see each other again. Quip pro quo "I don't call you, you don't call me," her words echoing in my head over and over again. It hurts yeah, but I can deal.
I live in what looks like a twenty-five-story building but isn't. The exterior displays 20 windows from top to bottom, but the interior shows a whole different atmosphere. The ground floor had a ceiling that extended about 3-½ long window spacing, with a gate that opened as a garage, and a very big one for that matter. Inside displays several motor vehicles. A couple of motorcycles, a roadster, a pretty good-looking Mercedes convertible, and dozens of tools that inhabited the ground floor. The building actually belongs to me. I haven't step foot in it for so long, the place was just full of memories I've forgotten.
The furniture covered in white blankets, the place dormant for so many years, but not anymore. Not surprisingly, I live on the top floor. I don't know what it is about living on the top floor, but I feel a lot more at ease up there.
Author's Note: What do you think? Is it all right? God, I hope so.