Took me a while—school is mean, mean, MEAN!—but here is this piece. I'd have loved to update one of the other stories but since reading the last chapter of "Damaged" (one of the best stories I've read, btw, so go and read it if you haven't) I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. Allison's challenge said: "To write a fic of your own where Logan is caught at the end of Season One, instead of Max and is turned into a soldier by either Lydecker or Renfro (the method how is up to you) as either the primary or as a main character."

This is my take on it.


It felt cold.

Blood was draining out her body, so was her life, and he held her close, clinging to the faint hope that somehow, that wasn't what was supposed to happen, that the infinite wisdom of his late mother was actually wrong.

She couldn't die, she was so young, she was so strong. He loved her...

"No, we're gonna get you out of here. Okay? It's gonna be all right."

But that wasn't going to happen, and she knew he knew, yet trying to break the ridiculous amount of charm in the situation was too stupidand cruel. Her eyelids were heavy, as if finally the years of sleepless nights were having an effect in her. Every time was harder and harder to keep her eyes open, but she tried, maybe just glad to see him there by her side, wishing a everlasting memory of the feeling of his figure warming her cold one, a perfect print of those green eyes of his.

Even then she could hear the units running across the forest, looking for them. Go away! You still have time, her soldier self yelled to him, angry, yet she couldn't voice the words. Because you don't want him to leave. You were expecting this to end all nicely and maybe saying those words to him. 'For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part'. Quite a selfish bitch you are, Max, she thought at the comforting sound of his voice, muffled by the gunshots in the background. Such a wonderful soundtrack for her last minutes.

In the end, all that came out her lips was a soft whisper, words from a dream both had denied but none of them could forget.

"Don't leave me."

So he didn't.

Until the soldiers came and knocked him out.


Though my original plan was post the story as a one shot, I decided against it. It hasn't been finished since I can't decide whether or not to do one little thing... and trust me, that needs to be thought more than once because you can really hate me in the end.

Next chapters are going to be longer; yet the whole story won't have more than five or six parts.

By the other hand... first fic of the year. My best wishes to all of you. Hope this 2011 will be full of blessings to you and your beloved ones.