Title: Sleepless in Seattle
By:
PennyLane
Rating:
PG (for a little language)
Spoilers: none
Summary: What
DOES Max do with all those long nights? (when shes not poppin food suppliment
pills like Tic-Tacs
Disclaimer: Not
mine...
Feedback:
Yes, but please be kind. This is my first EVER posted fanfic.
Note:
Ok, Im sure my fanfics will get longer and a little more interesting
as
the show/season goes on, but I needed a starter idea. And the only thing I
kept
wondering is: Doesnt Max ever get tired of being awake?
Sleepless
In Seattle
..Man...
Am I bored.. *sigh* Im bored a lot. I guess thats the price you
pay
for not ever having to sleep. It sounds really great at first. Always
enough
time to do everything you wanna do; like living two lifetimes. But 24
hours?
Thats a long time to me. Long and boring. Lets see...
I
would clean the apartment, but Ive already done that twice this week, and
its
only Wednesday.
I
could make a sandwich and sit down to watch peoples nightly activities in
the
building across from mine. And, you know, Im not a perv. Its nothing
like
that. I just like to keep it real. To look out from my little world, my
strange
life, and see what all the normal people who have to sleep, but
arent,
are doing. But Im not up for that tonight. I dont know what I am
up
for.
Sometimes,
I take the motorcycle out and just cruise. Nowhere. Everywhere.
Looking
for everything and nothing. Sometimes, I catch myself almost wishing
something
exciting would happen, good OR bad, so I could at least exercise
my...gifts.
But then, the angel on my left shoulder wins out over the devil
on
my right and convinces me that the less I use my gifts, the less attention
I
draw to myself, the better.
Lately,
Ive been blowin by Logans place a lot, just to check up on him.
After
what happened with the sniper, the condition hes in; he doesnt have
much
to offer in the way of self-defense. I never let him know Im there. I
just
find a spot out of view and watch him on his computer or whatever for a
few
minutes. Cause thats where he usually is. On his computer. Part of me
wants
to believe he only works those late nights for my sake, trying to piece
together
who I am and where Im from. *sigh* Get over yourself, Max. That
cant
be the only reason. I know it isnt.
My
favorite place to go at night when I need to think is the Needle. Its so
peaceful
up there. No one else around. Great view. Logan doesnt know what
hes
missing. People say before the pulse, the Needle was clean. The metal
was
shiny. The top was white. And there was this restaurant inside that
slowly
went around and around and you sat and ate. I bet it was chill.
Perfect
date local. Anyway...
You
know, Max, forget all that shit about love and family and whatever. This
is
the number one reason you need to find Zach and others like you. So you
could
have someone to talk to and do things with at night. So it wouldnt be
so
damn boring.
*sigh*
...Im bored...
Go
to Dark Angel Archives
Go to By Titles Page
Go to By Authors Page
Go to By
Ratings Page