Riding the needle
Stepping out onto the saucer of the Space Needle, Max drew in a deep breath of air which was damp with the promise of rain, and gazed out over the glittering array of distant lights which illuminated the Seattle skyline. This was where she came to be alone, to put some distance between herself and the world, to find perspective when she felt overwhelmed by everything life threw at her.
Her side throbbed and she absently rubbed at the scar as she sat down. The bullet wound was healing and would soon be nothing more than an unpleasant memory.
At least it got Logan talkin' to you again, she reminded herself wryly, Can always count on him to swoop in and save the day when a girls gone and got herself shot up.
And he had saved the day, she had no doubt that White would've finished her off if not for Logan's intervention, but though they were back in contact, things were still awkward between them, a fact which hurt more than the bullet wound she'd suffered.
He was disappointed that they'd missed their chance to be together - she got that, she was disappointed too - but what was she supposed to have done? Let that Gossamer go on terrorising people? It was her responsibility to take care of situations caused by the creatures she'd freed from Manticore. Logan should know that better than anyone - He was the one who had awakened her sense of responsibility, afterall. But since the incident, he'd been distant, and she couldn't really blame him for giving up on her, on them. Maybe under the circumstances, that was the only thing to do, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
OC insisted that everything would work out okay in the end, but Max wasn't so sure.
The kiss Logan had stolen had tasted of regret, and the declaration of love he'd uttered had sounded like 'Goodbye.' He hadn't even waited for a response before he walked away.
Hot tears spilled over and cooled as they trailed down her cheeks. Max didn't know what to do, or how to fix it. Without the the ability to touch him, without that essential connection, she wasn't sure that she could. She only knew that she had to try, because Logan was everything to her.
Dashing away tears with the back of her hand, Max stood. It was time to pay Logan a visit.
Her side throbbed and she absently rubbed at the scar as she sat down. The bullet wound was healing and would soon be nothing more than an unpleasant memory.
At least it got Logan talkin' to you again, she reminded herself wryly, Can always count on him to swoop in and save the day when a girls gone and got herself shot up.
And he had saved the day, she had no doubt that White would've finished her off if not for Logan's intervention, but though they were back in contact, things were still awkward between them, a fact which hurt more than the bullet wound she'd suffered.
He was disappointed that they'd missed their chance to be together - she got that, she was disappointed too - but what was she supposed to have done? Let that Gossamer go on terrorising people? It was her responsibility to take care of situations caused by the creatures she'd freed from Manticore. Logan should know that better than anyone - He was the one who had awakened her sense of responsibility, afterall. But since the incident, he'd been distant, and she couldn't really blame him for giving up on her, on them. Maybe under the circumstances, that was the only thing to do, but that didn't make it hurt any less.
OC insisted that everything would work out okay in the end, but Max wasn't so sure.
The kiss Logan had stolen had tasted of regret, and the declaration of love he'd uttered had sounded like 'Goodbye.' He hadn't even waited for a response before he walked away.
Hot tears spilled over and cooled as they trailed down her cheeks. Max didn't know what to do, or how to fix it. Without the the ability to touch him, without that essential connection, she wasn't sure that she could. She only knew that she had to try, because Logan was everything to her.
Dashing away tears with the back of her hand, Max stood. It was time to pay Logan a visit.