"Postcards"Prologue bizkitprinzess Disclaimer: If I owned this stuff Logan, Alec, and White would be getting nude scenes weekly so you know it's not mine. Summary: Max escaped from Manticore after the season finale. She fled to Nova Scotia. After five years, she contacts Logan. Spoilers/Timeframe: Occurs after "And Jesus Brought a Cassarole". Rating: PG 13 It's been five years since I died. Even though I keep on living. I died in the arms of my love that night. I escaped from Manticore only months after my recovery; I wanted so badly to return to Seattle, to Logan, but I couldn't. If I had returned they all would have been in tremendous danger. Now I live in Canada, just outside a small town called Bridgewater in Nova Scotia. The place is so tiny no one would ever suspect to find me here. I made my way through Ontario, stealing money and things to pawn along the way. I got enough money to buy a house that way. Now I work at a restaurant off the 103 highway called the Blarney stone. The place is usually busy and I earn my pay. Yesterday I did something I shouldn't have done. I sent Logan a postcard. It had a schooner on it and said Nova Scotia. I simply wrote the date I was shot and the words, I never got to tell you what I wanted to say that night. I shouldn't have done it but he had to know I was alive, to my best knowledge he thought I was dead. What Zack did doesn't burden me anymore. He did what he thought was right. Now I'm here, living a lonely life. The girls I waitress with asked so much about why I looked so sad, I told them a story. I told them I loved someone, and that this person loved me back but we were torn away from each other and I hadn't spoken to him since the night we were separated. They always get teary eyed and ask for more details, I tell them little things, mostly about Logan. I tell them about how Logan was handsome and probably still is and how he had these piercing blue eyes. I tell them about how he lost his family fortune because he stood up for what he believed was right and how I told him he was a dope for doing it but deep down inside respected him for it. They always ask questions that are hard to answer like "Why were you torn apart?" I answer family problems now but before I just started crying so they'd think it was too traumatizing. Whenever a handsome guy with blue eyes walks in now they always say, "Maxie, is that your Prince Charming?" Now there's a chance, even if it's small that some day it might be. End of Prologue |