"Max?
Are you okay? What are you doing up here, anyway?" She didn't bother to
see who it was.
Logan.
"I'm not jumping, if that's what you think. I just sit up here alone
sometimes. Or atleast I used
to,"
she said, still not facing him. Max's quip didn't even register with Logan,
not visibly, he just walked
out
of the ancient stairwell. "I know you'd never jump. Unless you're
growing wings now." Max turned
around
and looked at him. Too
bad he went and got his ass blown off,
she thought. Although
what's
left isn't too hard on the eyes. The
doctors had made some progress, he was on arm and leg
braces
now. She smiled, and walked over next to him. "Did I bother you?"
he asked. "Yes, but don't
bother
leaving. I don't care." Max glanced at Logan. "How'd you get up
here? You weren't looking
for
me," she said, her voice half question, half accusing. "The
elevator is in remarkably good condition,
and
the night watchman has seen you up here about twice a week for a while now.
I wanted to talk
with
you." Max smiled her sardonic half-smile. "Why not just use the
Batsignal as usual, Mr. Kent?"
Logan
actually laughed. "Clark Kent is Superman, Bruce Wayne is Batman."
"Whatever. Kendra's 3rd
boyfriend
this month has been leaving his comics all over the floor. And both
super-guys are rich
orphans
who I can't seem to get rid of." Logan sighed. "My friend found
hospitalization records from
Massachucetts
about 21 year old who was picked up after she had a seizure while driving.
She's got
the
same designer label as you." "That's gotta be Teresa. She was 2
years older than me. Saved my
ass
when we got to the perimiter" Max's voice faltered. "Wait, you're
only nineteen?" Her eyes
flashed
at Logan. "And what're you? Thirty?"he looked flustered for a
moment. "No, I'm twenty-two,
but
well you're to young" Max looked at him. Too
young to be from Manticore?
Then it hit her.
Logan
ment too young to be his girlfriend "Why the hell do you say that? Why
would you want date
me
anyway? I'm-" "Dominating?" he suggested. Max shrugged.
"Wise-ass little bitch were the words
the
Seattle PD used." Logan met her gaze, "Well, in your words, I'm a
rich orphan you can't get rid of.
Plus,
I have funny hair," he said triumphantly. Perimeter
defense systems secure,
I see, rang in Max's
ears.
"Well I like your funny hair," she snarled and kissed him. And
continued to. When they broke
apart,
Logan cleared his throat and began "Max, I.." Then they heard
"Hey! You two!" "Shit. Security
gaurds."
Max's smile flashed. "Time for the short way down." She secured
her rope and grabbed
Logan
around the waist. "Max, what the hellllllllllllllllllllllllll-"
were the last things she heard on the way
down.
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