Title:
When Two Forces React
By: Sorceress Rating: PG-13 Spoilers: None
Summary: This is
an Alternate Reality fic, I guess since this show just started there isnt many
of these, or this could be the first....anyway. Disclaimer: I Don't Own Dark
Angel
Chapter 4: The Meeting
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Sorceress: Whew, sorry about being so late guys, I had midterms this week and
last week.
Max: So we gonna get on with the fic?
Sorceress: Yes, we will.
Logan: Any more fights?
Sorceress: Would it be a fic if someone really didn't have or mention having
one?
Original Cindy: You all know she has a point.
Max: Hey, when did you get here?
Original Cindy: Does it matter?
Sorceress: Guys.....I think we should just let the readers read the fic, OK?
All: OK.
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Disclaimer: I don't own it.
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-Max's POV-
Who do these people think they are? I mean trying to ruin my life. And what is
he staring at? Please just let him want
to get out of this mess too. He looked back over where the elders were, well
elder to me, I'm still in my early 20's thank you,
and if you think your gonna get my age right now, you're crazy. 'Honey, I am
you. I know how old you are' the little voice in my
head started. Great, now that happens again. I haven't had this problem since I
was highschool.
"Max." My grandfather called for me, and breaking my train of
thoughts.
"Yes, what do you want now old man." I added a bit of an icy feel to
how I spoke. I knew I couldn't faze my gramps
with the tone of voice, but maybe I could scare my *future* husband.
"Don't get testy with me young lady, your over 18 now. So I can kick your
tiny ass nowadays. Besides, I would like
for you to meet Logan Cale." He then turned to the man next to him, and
beside him was an elder woman, not as old as my
gramps....but old enough.
"Glad to make your aquantince," He said lightly, but his eyes said
something else all together. I got the same look from
any guy that crossed my path. And that look would be lust. Great, *another* one.
Hell, but my nick name isn't the 'Ice Goddess'
for nothing.
"Shove it, blondie." With that remark I just gave everyone, except my
gramps of course, just stood there, with their
mouth's hung open.
"You all should Exuse my granddaughter, she has her mother's short
patience, and my short temper. So, it takes a
little while to become adjusted to." They nodded towards my gramps, but
that Logan character kept his eyes on me. It was if
he was the predator and I the prey.
Well, he better be ready. Cause I will *never* be anyone's prey. I have not been
so in the past, and I wont be in the
future.
-Logan's POV-
I held her gaze, she doesn't seem either threatened or intimated. Usually the
women I meet would either be terrified
of my power, or my stare's. If not them, I'd have them in my bed within an hour
if I chose it to be that way. This girl, I know, will
drive me to my limits. And I never had this problem before. Maybe if I pretend
to just be friends, yes. If I could get her to seem
to trust me, I could have her in no time flat.
"Exuse me Mr. Lydecker, Mother. May I please be excused? I want to talk
with Ms. Lydecker." I finished looking over to
Max. She just narrowed her eyes.
"Very well young man, Max I also think it wise for you to talk with
him." You know, I'm starting to like this fellow. I
turned my eyes to look upon Max. She just nodded her head, and then spoke.
"If you want to talk, I suggest you follow me." And so I did.
-Donald Lydeckers POV-
I looked into the direction that my granddaughter had gone, the gardens. That
much didn't suprise me at all. When
she was a small child my wife would always take Max to help her with the
flowers. Ever since then she would always ask for
fresh flowers to take to her room.
Beside me I saw Marie start to worry. "Don't be so tense little one."
"Hmm, little one? Listen to me Donald, I may be younger then you, but do
you have to call me little one?"
"Well, of course I do, you know that husband of yours wasn't the only
person I knew when they were younger, now if
I remember right you fell in the snow when you were about 16 and you also had a
skirt on and..."
"HEY! Stop. Right. There. So don't you dare say another thing else."
"Aww, camon Marie. It isn't like I wasn't there." I heard my son call
out.
"William..Leave her alone. It's my job to tease you little ones. And
besides what were you doing while Me and *your*
daughter were fighting?" I gave him a hard stare.
"Well....ahem. Dad, I know my daughter. And she tends to listen to you
better then me. I mean when serious things
like this happen, well your better at handling things." He finished. Well,
I guess in this family, the guts run every other generation.
For instance, my lovely Max, and Nathan. Well, everyone knows how my Maxie is,
and my grandson is just as his
older sister is. Poor kids though. Nathan stays with my daughter-in-law's side
of the family most of the summer. Which it is
now.
"What do you suppose our children are doing?" Marie asked William.
They both glanced at me seeming for me to be
the one to answer their question.
"Why is it every time both of you have a question you expect the answer
from me?"
My son answered my question. "Because you're Dad. And no one knows better
then you."
I gave a sigh then looked at my son and smiled. "Well, I think....they
should worry about themselves. And as for us,
we need to make preparations for the upcoming wedding."
-Max's POV-
I had taken Logan to a part of the garden, it never really mattered who was
there with me. They seem to calm me
down a bit. And if this goon wanted to have a chat with me, I needed to be calm.
We've been out here for almost 10 minutes
now and neither of us had said anything.
From time to time I would sneak glance and look at him. I mean he isn't that bad
to look at. He had blue eye's,
natural blonde hair, unlike Sketch's dyed color. I guess us females could tell
if a guy's hair was dyed or not. His face was long
and defined. And he wore a pair of glasses on. And by the way he carried
himself, I'm guessing he knew he looked good, and I
am also guessing he likes to use that to his advantage.
"So." He said breaking the silence.
"What?"
"What high school did you go to?" I guess there no nothing to talk
about, and I'm bored out of my mind.
"I went to George Washington, over on Bustleton."
"Really?"
"Yea, why?"
"I went there for my jr. year." OK, that was a suprise.
"Well, I was there all four years. Well, what community were you in?"
"Umm, High Tech." Well, duh. Thats why I never knew him before.
"That explains it. I was in Liberal Arts." I loved it there, I miss it
too. (God, I love being in Liberal, Mal is the koolest
teach. hehe, see you can tell I'm a freshmen.)
"I went to Frankford before that, then I went to Central after it."
"Oh, so you were a whiny Central kid?" (Sorry to those Central kids,
just an inside joke around here.)
-Logan's POV-
A whinny Central kid? This girl has to be kidding me. I mean she was from the
all mighty *bad* GW high. I mean
they have one of the most horrid reputations, and even to this day. Why is it
this female is even challenging my past?
"Whinny? Where in the hell do you get whinny?"
"Well,....... everyone gave us this bad rep when we didn't have one. There
are really no popular kids, no killings. There
might be fighting, but I think thats normal for any high school. And another
reason that made it so we were good was, because
most of us didn't give a crap whether you were on the football team or not. I
knew plenty of people. Some were jocks, in fact
they were the weirdest of the kids. So we really don't care. So how did we get
this bad rep?"
I thought for a minute. "Cause you just do." I finished and we both
heard some footsteps behind us.
"Well, it seems both of you can't even talk about the past and stay calm
and civil."
"He was talking crap about my old school. And I loved it there."
"Yea, OK."
Before we could start another fight, her grandfather intervened. "OK, both
of you are to go inside. We are about to
serve dinner."
The old man started to walk in the house and his dear little Max followed. Well,
scratch the idea about being friends.
You know, I'm even guessing we were enemies since grade school. I wonder what
school she went to for middle.
"What school did you go to for middle school?" I yelled right before
she went in.
'Baldi." She yelled back. Well, I was right. Me, I went to Greenberg. And
us and the Baldi kids very much didn't like
each other. I knew this cause we went there for shop and home EC. Oh well, I
have other ways of getting her into bed.
-Donald Lydecker's POV-
I wonder what the naming of school's was all about. Then again when you live in
a place like Philadelphia....Schools
usually tell a person where your around from, and who your rivals are. It seems
to fit that they were rivals since kindergarten.
And yes I knew all about the Loesche (Not pronounced Lo-shh, but La-shh) and the
Greenberg little rivals, then the
Baldi and Greenberg also. I was friends with a Mr. Lenis, the school's typing
teacher and disaplenary. He usually filled me in
with things like these.
And, at least this school issue got their minds off the marriage. It'll make our
jobs easier, and they won't remember it
anytime soon. It is a plus in my eyes.
I saw Max walk over to sit down. In between myself and her father. Her mother
next to him. She has always been the
quiet one. Something I wish Max would have taken after, but we all knew that
would never happen.
-Max's POV-
We sat down to eat, and from time to time I could feel Logan's eyes on me. Was
this sucker trying to piss me off?
Cause if he wants I'll gladly kick his ass to grass. For some odd reason I knew
that this little war between us wasn't about
to go away on it's own. And I'll be damned if he is gonna win any battles, cause
he should know to *never* mess with a female
Lydecker. We tend to lash out.
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Sorceress: So that was that for now.
Logan: What was with the school's?
Sorceress: Well I was looking at the school website, and all the things
happening at my school, so this came to mind. And
all the places Max went I went.
Logan: That would explain the defending the one school.
Sorceress: Yea, well. Everyone always puts down our school, and were not even
*that* bad. We are good, mostly.
Original Cindy: Yo, can I ask you for a favor?
Sorceress: Sure what?
Original Cindy: You know those cute girls, the single one's?
Sorceress: Would you mean some of the Senshi?
Original Cindy: Yea, so any of them swing my way?
Sorceress: Well yea, but those two date. And we know Usagi-chan has Momoru-san.
So I could ask around? Maybe Goddess
would know a few single?
Original Cindy: Thanx.
Sorceress: OK, well I kinda need to go. Bye Bye Bye. (starts humming the *N Sync
song)
Max: (Covers her ear) Please STOP!
Sorceress: Huh?
Max: The boy bands, I cant stand them.
Sorceress: Well thats your problem. Not mine.
Max: (runs out of fic while Sorceress plays her *N Sync CD)
Sorceress: (sings) Bringin� da noise
Bring down the house
We came here to turn the party out
Said come on, come on, let�s raise the roof
And give a whoop
That we can get loose y�all
Logan: Now that is pitiful.
Sorceress: I LIKE THEM, SO EVERYONE CHILL!
(everyone turns away and lets her listen to the music)
