posted on 5-Jun-2002 3:10:46 PM by Lucy
Hey out there!
I'm currently writing a new DA fic, and I'd love to hear your opinion about it. It's Max/Logan and, yeah, just a nice shipper fic. Thanks to m14 aka Michaela, my beta reader. Girl, you are awesome!!!
So, read and review?!

A goddess


She was standing in the doorway, looking at the little boy who was sitting on his bed, deep in thoughts. Sometimes she worried about him. He was the most adorable little boy she had ever met, but he didn't act like a normal 6-year-old. Right now his hair was ruffled and his cobalt blue eyes, which were going to be very famous one day, were bright and full of wisdom.

Kate had known Logan since he was born but she still couldn't figure him out. She loved him like he was her own son, but every once in a while she couldn't help but worry about him. He didn't like the company of other children, he never played catch or hide-and-seek. He wasn't shy or anything like that. He simply didn't want to play with them. He chose to be alone playing in his room or in the backyard.

"Aunt Kate?" She looked at him and smiled. She wasn't really his aunt but Logan had gotten used to calling her that. Kate and his parents had been neighbors for a very long time and when they went out or had a business meeting to attend she looked after him, played with him and tucked him into bed.
She entered the room and sat down on the bed, next to Logan. "What's up big one? Tired?" He shook his head. He was never really tired. He liked being up in the evening or during the night. He liked the darkness and he liked to watch the stars. At night the world seemed to be quieter, at peace. Sometimes he just knelt down in front of the window and looked out. He could sit there for hours without getting tired of watching the lights. The house had been built on a hill a little outside of town and from his window he could see the stars and the lights of the city as well.

"Where did Mummy and Daddy go?" Logan was sure that they had told him where they went but he couldn't remember. He had been playing with his cars when they said their good-byes. He simply hadn't paid attention. Why should he? It wasn't like he hadn't anything better to do. In his opinion the days were way too short to do all the stuff that he wanted to do. Logan was always full of energy and often had troubles listening to his parents. But when the sun disappeared he settled down, spent hours looking out of the window or having meaningful talks with Kate. He simply changed into a calm child full of wisdom and intelligence.

Kate ruffled his hair lovingly. "They went to a restaurant to have dinner. Remember? We talked about it. Today, exactly ten years ago they got married. So they are out celebrating."
A small smile was forming on his face as he remembered. "Right, that was the day the photo in the living room was taken, right? The one where Mummy is wearing the white dress." Logan quickly got up and stormed off, returning seconds later with the photograph in his hands. He sat down again and studied it closely.
"They seem to be very happy." He turned around and looked at Kate with a questioning look on his face. He didn't really understand what getting married meant. "That's at their wedding, of course they are happy. Getting married, promising to love someone for the rest of your live, is a wonderful thing."
Logan had to think about it. He really tried to understand it. "But if it is that wonderful, why aren't you married aunt Kate?"
She chuckled and took his hand in hers. "Well, nobody asked me to marry them yet."
"I'll marry you once I'm grown up. You could move in with Mummy, Daddy and me. You could sleep on the couch and we could play the whole day."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea big one. You know, you have to choose carefully. You can't just marry anyone. It has to be a very special person."
Before Logan had the chance to say something she quickly added, "So, how about a bedtime story?" Knowing that if she started to discuss marriages with Logan they'd most likely be up the whole night. Logan loved these talks, he loved arguing and he loved to surprise her with extraordinary statements, statements that made her wonder if he really was just a 6-year-old. But he was and he couldn't stay up all night. So she had quickly changed the subject and started their night ritual.

She lifted his covers, tucked him in and took the book lying on the nightstand. She had taken him by surprise, he hadn't expected her to change the topic all of a sudden. But he recovered soon and stopped her before she could open the book. "A special person? As special as my angel?"
She raised her eyebrows. "What's your angel like?"
His face lit up and his eyes sparkled. "I'll show you!"
He sat up again even though she tried to stop him. He gently took the book from her hands and caressed the letters on the front with his small fingers. "Greek Mythology". Kate loved the book and she had read the stories to him since he was a baby. It was an old book with colorful pictures and Logan had grown to love it just as much as she did.

"My angel, she's like Athena. Wise, independent and strong. She knows about the world and what's going on. She does everything with self-confidence but she is intelligent enough to think before acting. Strategic - like a soldier." Logan had opened the book and was looking at a picture showing the goddess in armor next to an olive tree with an owl resting on her shoulder.
He looked up and smiled at Kate before he turned a few pages and found another picture that showed a woman sitting under a cypress tree with a deer in her lap and silver arrows resting next to her.
Kate recognized the goddess immediately. "Artemis."
Logan nodded. "The lady of the wild things, a hunter. But Artemis is also the gentlest and most vulnerable goddess. Just like my angel. They think that she's brave because she doesn't show how vulnerable she is."
Kate looked at Logan in amazement. He was special. She had always known that but she finally realized how special he really was. Her mind started to wander, back to several talks she had had with him. He always managed to surprise, to amaze her. And he was just 6 years old. It was impossible, wasn't it? His soft voice interrupted her thoughts. "Beautiful."
Kate didn't even have to look at the picture. She knew that he was talking about Aphrodite. "Alone her birth is a miracle. Not meant to be but nevertheless she arose from the sea foam on a giant scallop. Beautiful, near to perfection." Logan simply nodded and then added barely audible, "My angel, she's singularly the most beautiful person ever." He once again looked at Aphrodite surrounded by her birds, the dove, the swan and the sparrow. Then he closed the book and gave it back to Kate. He laid down and snuggled into the covers.

"Logan you know, what you said, it was beautiful. Your angel? Where did you come up with all this?" He gently took her hand and smiled. "Yeah, I guess it was beautiful. My angel, my special person.... think I'm gonna find her?"
She chuckled. "I hope you do big one, I hope you do." She ruffled his hair and then sat back and opened the book. "So which story would you like?"
"Hmm, Eros and Psyche?"
Kate looked up and smiled. "That fits. It's a good choice!"


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posted on 6-Jun-2002 4:50:57 PM by Lucy
just want to tell you that part one is in progress. I'll hopefully send it to you tomorrow. I'm sort of addicted at the moment - can't stop writing. Hope you don't mind...*angel*
BTW, I also posted the story at the Just if you are interested.
'Til later,
posted on 13-Jun-2002 8:43:09 AM by Lucy
Here's chapter one so, please read? Thanks to my betas m14 aka Michaela and Trice. You girls rock!!

(Set years after the prologue, post Rising. That means that Logan can walk)

- the Greek virgin goddess of reason, intelligent activity, arts and literature.

~ My angel, she's like Athena. Wise, independent and strong. She knows about the world and what's going on. She does everything with self-confidence but she is intelligent enough to think before acting. Strategic - like a soldier. ~

Her small, cold hands carefully opened the door as she broke into the penthouse. The lights were off but the darkness outside hadn't really settled yet. There was still enough light to see, even for a normal human. And Max didn't have any troubles at all. She paused in the middle of the room, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. All she wanted was to concentrate on the noises coming from the room to her left, enjoying the
silence and the knowledge that he was there, not yet aware of her presence. Smoothly she made her way to his office.
He was sitting in front of his computer, illuminated by dim light. His fingers were gently touching the keys on the keyboard, without actually writing something. He starred at the screen but his eyes weren't moving at all.
Logan was lost in thoughts.

"Hey." Max casually leaned onto the doorframe, smirking. She expected him to be startled but he just blinked several times and didn't even turn around.
"You are early. It isn't dinnertime yet." His eyes returned to the screen and his hand moved to cover the mouse.
She simply shrugged.
"Got bored. Plus Cindy and her new lover wanted to have the apartment to themselves. I thought we could play a game of chess before you cook one of your culinary miracles."
She went over and rested her body against his desk. He finally turned around and looked at her.
"What do you know about Toulouse-Lautrec?"

Max sighed inwardly. That definitely didn't sound like playing chess, it sounded like work.
"Not much." She let her eyes wander around the room before she looked at him again. Finally she added, "Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, French artist, lived from 1864 to 1901. Born in southern France, spent most of his life in the Montmartre section of Paris. He had abnormally short legs and because of that he lived completely for his work. Wanna know anything else?"
Logan leaned back, a small smile forming on his face. Of course Max knew about him. She knew about nearly everything. She hadn't disappointed him.
"Tell me about his paintings!"
She looked at him, irritated. Why did he ask all these questions? She didn't like games like that. But then she saw the smirk he was giving her and realized that he was challenging her. She would accept his challenge, she had never resisted a dare.
"Mostly lithographs. Dance halls, nightclubs, racetracks and prostitutes."
She raised her eyebrows and smiled triumphantly. Score, Eyes Only seemed to be impressed.

Logan took his time. He locked his eyes with hers and slowly stood up. She still hadn't really gotten used to the fact that he was able to do it and was dwelling on this thought when she realized that he had reached out and was now touching her upper arm. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his thumb gently caressing her shoulder. Then her heart started beating a mile a minute when he leaned closer to her. She shut her eyes as she felt the warmth of his body and his soft breath tickling her neck as he whispered in her ear.
"You seem to know the facts but I bet you wouldn't recognize his paintings."

It took a moment for her to let the words sink in and another one to understand them. It was hard to concentrate with him being that close. She took a deep breath and inhaled his scent before her eyes opened again. He had already turned around and was about to leave the room. Although she could only see the back of his head she knew that he had an impish smile on his face. Damn, he had done it on purpose, he had intended to make her squirm. He knew exactly what he did to her and just acting like that was enough to piss Max off.
She angrily shook her head and followed him to the kitchen. There she sat down next to the counter and faced him.
"What do you want, Logan? What was this all about?", she snapped.

He noticed the change in her behavior, her dark eyes and the blank look on her face as well. He sighed. He had no clue what he had done wrong this time but now was definitely not the best time to get on her bad side. An apology would be good but how do you apologize when you don't know what you did wrong?
"Well, you know, you did a pretty good job with the Rockwell at Bennett's wedding."
He was satisfied with his choice of words. Compliments and a little charm were as good as saying that you're sorry, weren't they? He looked up with hope but when he saw Max's emotionless face he knew that he had to change his tactic. Women, who was he that he tried to understand them?
"Max, I know that it's a lot to ask for and I also know that I already owe you and that you had to do a lot of work for me lately, but I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." He stopped his rambling and once again turned towards her. Relieved, he noticed that he finally got a positive reaction. The corners of her mouth moved upwards slightly and her eyes started to sparkle.
"Logan, you still haven't told me what you actually want." She laughed as she saw him blush and move his hand to his head. He combed through his hair, feeling embarrassed.
She folded her arms on her chest.
"Let me guess. There's this bad guy, who stole a famous Lautrec from a charity organization, and now he wants to smuggle it to Amsterdam or London or something. And Eyes Only just can't let that happen because it's a bad thing. So his personal thief has to get it."
Logan chuckled at her sarcasm. He seemed to have done the right thing because his normal, bitchy Max was back.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but you aren't right. It's true, there is a Lautrec painting missing and I want you to get it, but this isn't an Eyes Only quid-pro-quo thing. It's something personal. Just Logan Cale asking a friend for a favor."

"Well, I always thought that a Lautrec would make your apartment even more beautiful." She took an apple and polished it with the hem of her T-shirt before she took a bite. Truth to be told, she was surprised. She wondered why Logan wanted this painting and what he was going to do with it. 'A personal thing', well, that was something new. His life always was about work, wasn't it?
He had heard the unspoken question in her statement.
"I don't want it for myself. It belonged to a friend of mine, an Eyes Only informant. But he can't go to the police because they are sort of looking for him."

Max silently finished off her apple. She didn't like how this afternoon had turned out. She had intended to spend a nice evening with Logan, playing some chess, eating a wonderful meal and maybe crashing in his guestroom. She sighed. Well, she should have known that Logan wouldn't be up for it. 'I'm gonna get this b*tch over with, the sooner the better. Maybe afterwards I still can manage to get something to eat.'
"No big dealio. Do we know where it is? Or who stole it?"

Focus on business that wasn't really business but a personal thing. Logan wasn't so sure if it had been a good idea to make Max steal the painting. It had nothing to do with her. But he had to get it somehow. He never broke a promise.
"Word is that it's hidden in the backroom of a small shop in Clemson Street. The owner has some special friends in Europe and Asia. And pretty good connections here as well. Mixed with some pretty tough guys working for him." Logan knew that Max had had much more difficult missions and that this sounded pretty easy. But he was afraid that Max would take it too lightly. To her, it was just a small job and she didn't put much effort in it. He was sure that one day she would make a foolish mistake just because of her lack of concentration.

"So just in, take the painting and out again? Can't be that hard." She shrugged her shoulders and placed her feet on the ground.
"Max, that's your plan? 'Cause it doesn't sound like one." Worry crossed his face. He knew that he shouldn't think about it so much. Max knew how to defend herself and she could kick a**.
"Be careful! And bring the right painting!" She rolled her eyes as he mentioned their earlier conversation.
"Don't worry, I've got it all covered."

Logan chuckled.
"Brilliant strategy you have there." She went closer to Logan and batted her eyelashes. Then she talked in a sugar sweet voice.
"*You* dare to talk about strategy? I'll remember that the next time we play chess. I *am* strategic and I'll show you when I'm back."
He laughed at the self-confident look on her face but he also didn't miss the glimpse of logic and lucidity in her eyes. And that helped to calm him down. She would make it, he shouldn't worry about her. He probably should worry about the men whose a**es she was going to kick that night. Alone the thought of it made him smile. "Well, I'd wish you good luck but Zack once told me that success depends on having a well-thought-out plan that's executed with precision. And since your plan is so fantastic......"

Max watched him with an unreadable expression on her face. She then opened her mouth, her face still giving nothing away.
"I better go now or I'll end up going all Zack on you." She stated matter-of-factly.
She unconsciously licked her lips as the thought of her pressing Logan against the wall crossed her mind. She shook her head. That was not the right time to think about such things. Well, in fact it was never the right time to think about something like that. Not that kind of relationship, remember?

Logan watched her silent battle in bewilderment.
"Just remember that Clemson Street isn't one of the nice parts in this town." Max looked up at him, questioning. "Did I miss something? Since when are there nice parts in Seattle?" He sighed at her lack of seriousness.
"Be careful."
She shot him a big smile.
She fled through the door of the apartment and left Logan standing in the darkness.


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