aaronlisa (aaronlisa) wrote in fadeddreaming, @ 2007-07-14 01:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: max guevera, community: 30_somethings, community: fic_variations, fandom: dark angel, pairing: max/logan |
[Dark Angel] Grave 1/1, FR13, mention of Max/Logan
Title: Grave
Author: aaronlisa
Rating: FR13
Pairing/Characters: primarily Max Guevera, but implied Max/Logan Cale
Disclaimer: Dark Angel belongs to James Cameron and company.
Prompts: fic_variations – dark/light and 30_somethings – grave
Notes: Set during Season Two.
Summary: She only goes to his grave at night.
Max only visited Logan’s grave in the middle of the night, and she never ever went there during the day. The last time that she had been there in the day, it had been the bitter rainy day that they had buried him. It still caused her unbearable pain that he was dead, especially after all the precautions that they had taken and he had still wound up murdered because of her. In the end it hadn’t been the toxins in her system genetically modified to his DNA that had killed him, but an ordinary with a hate against all transgenics. And an even deeper hate for ordinaries associated with transgenics.
Alec and Mole had hunted down the man who had killed Logan and they had avenged his murder. When they had first come to her, she had felt a brief flare of satisfaction at their actions, but when it had worn off, she had been left feeling empty and cold. She had known Logan better than the others and deep down she knew that Logan would never have condoned vengeance or street justice. He would have wanted his killer to have his chance at legal justice. She had half-heartedly reprimanded them for their brutal actions, but the three of them had known that the man responsible would never have been found guilty. In the end, Alec and Mole had saved her the heartache of making an appearance in court.
As she sat down by Logan’s grave, she shivered, not from the cold, but from the numb feeling lodged in her heart. It had been six months and she still felt empty and numb. Every night she had come to the prestigious cemetery that the Cale family had been buried in for generations. And every night in the shelter of the cold darkness she would cry. Logan’s death seemed to have hit her harder than any of the other deaths that she had experienced in the past.
Perhaps it was because she had so many feelings of guilt when it came to Logan. If not for her, he would have been safe from the likes of Renfro and White, and from the prejudiced masses that viewed her kind as a threat. She shook her head as she recognized the lie for what it was. A lie that did a grave injustice to Logan’s work as Eyes Only, she knew that the truth was that he had already been on several hit lists before she had broken into his apartment. But she still thought he might have been safer if not for her.
The reality was that Logan’s death had shocked her because she still hadn’t believed that there were people out there that really hated her kind with a fanatical belief. The hate and ignorance that fueled some of the ordinaries into a murderous rage scared her and it made her fear for the safety of every single ordinary that helped her. If the fanatical had killed Logan, what would stop them from killing Original Cindy, Sketchy and even Normal? The ordinaries that hated her, the other transgenics and their supposed human helpers were worse than Renfro and even White. At least White and his kind had a reason to want to eradicate them, as bizarre as it was.
Every night Max visited Logan’s grave so she could hide her tears for what might have been. And for the battle that she waged every day to get her rag-tag family recognized as citizens by a government that had made them to be soldiers in wars that they had never wanted to fight. Every night she came to Logan and whispered her fears and doubts and concerns and she felt close to him for a few brief moments and it gave her the strength that she needed to continue her uphill battle when all she wanted to do was lay down on top of his grave and let go.
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