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...

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