Title: Raine 9/?
Author: Revved Up Female
E-mail: revvedupfemale@mochamail.com
Distribution Statement: Want it? Ask. ^.^
Genres: WIP
Relationships: Max/Logan
Content: In response to: Challenge #2; Submitted 
By: Matt Quinn; 
Challenge: 
A story, any length, involving one of the other 
escapees from the Manticore project. There were 
eleven others besides Max, so there are plenty of 
nifty possibilities. 
Keywords: Contemporary
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: When it rains, it pours.
Disclaimer: I have no money. I have no job. They're 
not mine. 20th Century Fox Television, 
Cameron/Eglee Productions, and TCFTV Van 
Services Ltd. 

*deep breath*
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Raine 9/?
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After word of his arrival to Seattle, she had to find out 
if it was true, so she was here, breaking into a high-
rise, one bedroom apartment. She entered the 
apartment stealthly, breathing his scent in.

His new apartment was as messy as he always kept it, 
three beer bottles littered the coffee table, two pizza 
boxes were stacked up against the trashcan. A familiar 
picture in a silver picture frame sat on the end table 
next to the lamp and a recently burned candle, keeping 
vigil for his lost love.

Sadness choked her as she released a tear from her left 
eye. *He still cares.* Here was the proof he still loved 
her. A cloth headband circled the picture, her head-band 
that she had accidently left over at his old apartment after 
a night spent in esctacy to sedate their heat.

She remembered a joke they once shared, about his 
sentimentality, that she was surpised he hadn't kept the 
condom from their first night, he laughed it off, telling 
her that he had disposed of it without a second thought. 

He was seven years older than her, a fact that didn't bother 
them much, she was older in her mind, Manticore made 
them that way, and had been through more than any other 
sixteen year old, and concerning what he was, they felt 
a mutual bond. He always said he waited a hundred years 
for the right girl. There were no other pictures in the 
apartment, other than the framed poem she wrote for him.

Mysteries Within

There are somethings the mind cannot hold-
or many mysteries it holds within.
Everyday is a new beginning-
while yesterday was the end.
We must make each day count,
sieze and live within.
For when we do not-
it is but another day wasted.

This hung on the wall above his bed, the same one he 
held her in. She could smell him once she walked into 
the apartment, but his scent is strongest here, in his 
room. She panicked as she realized he is home, and 
that he is laying in his bed, asleep. She quietly turned 
to go, afraid he'll wake up. 

As soon as she reached the bedroom door, her back 
suddenly met the wall, and his strong lips crashed 
down on hers. Senses heightened as she felt the 
familiar rush of heat to her groin and fullness in her 
heart as he broke the kiss off.

She managed to moan his name,"Doyle!"

His austrailian accent floated into her ears, "Don't 
leave me again, Raine."
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Authors Notes:

Well! That's the end of this chapter! Read and Review!

First of all, I'd like to give special thanks to Tracy Winston.

"Mysteries Within" was written by me.

Also:

I'm yanking my 'abstinence' belief away for now and replacing it 
with the belief that if you're going to have sex before marriage, 
be extra safe about it.

No- I'm not pregnant. But I did have a long talk with one of my 
friends. It seems I didn't realize that people don't base their 
decisions on what I write.
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