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 5: A Interesting Dinner
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Max's Family-
Mother: Mary Lydecker
Father: William Lydecker
Sibling(s): Nathan Lydecker
Grandparents: Donald Lydecker
Logan's Family-
Mother: Maria Cale
Father: Steven Cale
Sibling(s): None
Grandparents: Deceased
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Sorceress: Well ... here is half of the next chapter.
Max: Why only half?
Sorceress: Cause this is what I had so far, and I got writers block.
Max: And?
Sorceress: You try getting flames in your inbox to get out more of the story. So
this is Part 4a everyone.
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Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Dark Angel? Nope, didn't think so.
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-Logan's POV-
Well, that fight was pretty useless. If anything it shows how stupid things are
between us. I mean really fighting about
something that happened almost 5 years ago. For both of us, I soon found out
that she was only about 10 months younger then me.
So I guess that wouldn't be so bad with us for our ages. Hell, I don't even know
what I'm even talking about.
Why is she shaking me up so bad? It's only a female, A worthless woman, but then
why do I even care for the vixen at all.
Then again as I look up from eating to look at her I get these vibes. It sounds
weird doesn't it? Not the part about the vibes, but the
famous Logan Cale starting to love. WAIT! What the hell did I just say?
'Are you that dense? I'm the conscious of a moron' The voice inside my head
battled. And since when did that come into play?
I am really going crazy. First I catch myself using the word love then a voice
pop's up in my head saying I'm a moron. I *really* need a
vacation.
"Logan my dear boy, are you OK. You seem a bit tense, and it also seems as
if you have something troubling you." Donald had
just snapped me out of my thoughts. And I'm glad that someone had done that.
"Yes, I'm quite OK. Just thinking about some meetings for work I have to
prepare for tomorrow. You know what they say, A
hard's day work is never done." I gave a weak smile and looked over to Max
who was just starring at her food.
It's really funny how one minute I'm imaging her in my bed, then me slapping the
shit out of her, then me just waning to be
close to her. I never, NEVER had this problem. Maybe if I just ignore her, and
then I could maybe just survive that goddess.
"Logie, is there anything wrong?" My mother just *had* to use that
name. Ever since I was 3. I could feel my cheeks turn
warmer then they were. I also looked in the direction of where Max was, and it
looked as if she was trying to contain her laughter.
"Exuse me everyone, but Logie?" Max had responded while between little
bits of laughter. That just me turn even harder of a
shade of red.
"Now don't start with making fun of him. If I remember right we always
called you Maxie." Her father stated.
"And the problem with that name is? I liked that, but it seems *Logie*
doesn't like his little nickname." She has to drag this out
doesn't she?
We heard a phone ring, and Max stood up then said, "Sorry guys, that would
be me." Then she got up from where she was
sitting and went to the other side of the room. Everyone at the table just
looked at her while she spoke to whomever was on the other
side of their phone.
"Mom, did you have to say that?" I asked her turning her attention
back to me.
"And why not? I am your mother, and I can do what I please. So I wouldn't
go around saying anything, cause you know us
mom's have this funny little thing about saying what they want to, to their own
son." God, she's always the drama queen. And I'm just
glad that I take after my dad. And that I'm the *only* child. If I had a sister
like that I wouldn't be sane anymore.
-Max's POV-
I was looking back at the table of people while Kendra was talking my ear off
about something or another.
"Max, you there?" She asked and also sounding a bit annoyed.
"Yea, I'm here. Sorry about that."
"Where were you, in la la land?"
"No, not in la la land, you moron. I was just trying to see if any of them
were talking about me."
"Oh, well who is the guy you gotta marry?"
"Well, his name is Logan Cale."
"Wait a minute....*the* Logan Cale." Since when is that jerk famous?
"How might you know him?"
"Well, he kinda helped the school I work at. He came to an assembly the day
of the bake sale. Ya know handling over a very
big amount of money to the school for CPU's, supplies, etc."
"Ok, then I don't have to go in detail."
"Oh yes you do, I wanna know how he sounds in that twisted little mind of
yours. We see guys *very* differently. Well,"
"Sheesh, don't get your panties in a bunch. Well, he's...OK I guess."
"Max, out with it girl, I wanna know how you *really* feel."
"You won't take no for an answer will you?"
"Nope."
"Ok, so he's cute. Well, really hot. I mean those kind of eye's you would
love to look at forever, and God he is built. Not the
bulky kind of way, but the way to make you swoon."
"Yea, that part I knew. So I take it you won't mind the whole thing
now?"
"Get a grip, he may have a bod, but he lacks where it comes to
personality."
"Well, maybe he has a reason for that. I mean you have one hell of a reason
for acting like a bitch. Anyway though I gotta go.
I still have a bunch of papers to mark. Don't even ask why I asked to teach
summer school. I think I was stoned when I applied. Well,
bye girl."
"Yea, you too. Bye." And with that I hung up the phone and walked back
over to the table.
-William Lydecker's POV-
I was about to say something to my father when my darling daughter came back
down to sit with us. She put her cell back in
her purse and went to eat again. It suprise's me how much she's grown. Look's
like mother, and acts like her grandfather. I think the
only thing she got from me was her sense of humor.
"Dad, is there anything wrong with me that you're staring at me for?"
She looked up at me. Sometimes it makes me wish that
she was still 5 and running around asking me if the was any ice-cream around.
"No, there isn't any reason. Can't your old man just look at his own
daughter?"
"Yea, ok daddy."
Time went by and we all ate, mostly Max and the boy Logan didn't even look in
the same direction as each other. Once in a
while though they would catch gaze's with each other then look back down at
their plates. I'm still guessing they don't like each other
very much.
Maybe if I could make them, but then that would be every dad's dream. Force
their kid to be happy, this way they wouldn't have
to go through all the suffering that goes along with it.
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Max: Well, that was.....short.
Sorceress: Yes I know that.
Max: So why not just write more?
Sorceress: Cause I cant think of anything else to write. I GOT AN IDEA!
Max: Oh yeah, that's a first.
Sorceress: Shuddup you, Well why don't all of you tell me what you want to
happen next. This way one of you might get it to end the way
that you wanted it to end. So tell me in the reviews of how you want to the next
part to be, ohh I know I'll give a voting thingie. hehe.
So it goes as this, and chose ONLY ONE when you write the review.------
A) Logan Kiss's Max unexpectedly, then Max does something, but that will stay
unknown.
B) Make Something dramatic happen, ya know someone almost dies, yada yada ya.
C) We find out something that we never expected about either Logan or Max.
D) I make this into the sappiest fic I could think of
The choice is up to you, and please make it clear, we don't want another FL case
to happen.
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