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Title- Pocketful of Lies
Part- 12 of 12 (Complete)
Rating- PG-13
Summary- After hearing a news report on the disappearance of Eyes Only, Max is slowly drawn into the mystery of what really happened to Logan Cale…[ML but Alec friendly] 
Disclaimer- I do not own Dark Angel 
Previous parts1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
Notes: This is the very last part. And to answer the question of sequels that will inevitably crop up, I say, sorry, not this time. Oops I lied, there's the one shot Handful of Memories if you're desperate for more in this verse. It’s been fun but I’ve got a couple other ideas knocking around that I’m planning to work on.

(one week later)

Max had been two steps away from leaving again. From cutting Logan Cale out of her life once and for all. She’d done in before, in memory if not in practice. She’d seen the shooting, seen Logan lying beaten on the pavement and she didn’t remember ever going to see him again.

It was the easy way out. It would definitely be the safe way to go. Logan had been a target because he knew her.

It was Alec who’d stopped her on the seventh day. He’d cut her off before she’d left for work one day and said, “He’s awake you know. I went to see him last night. He’s been asking for you.”

Max had been taken aback by the knowledge, even though it shouldn’t have surprised her in the least. “You went to see him?” she asked. “Why?”

Alec rolled his eyes and said, “The guy was abducted, beaten and tortured. He comes back only to find that all memory of him has been wiped off the face of the Earth. He’s going to have a rough enough time getting his life back without having to do it alone.” He frowned. “From what the guy said, we were never tight, but I think he appreciated the company. It wasn’t like anyone else came to see him.”

“Why would he even want to see me? I almost got him killed… a couple seconds later and he would have been…” She swallowed hard. “He’s going to hate me because I can’t remember.”

“Max.” Alec put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “The way the guy waxes poetry about you, I don’t think he cares.”

Even then she’d been reluctant to go visit him. Even after days of having him haunt her every step, she still feared the emotions that accompanied his presence. Everything about him was more intense, more real that anything she’d ever felt before.

Maybe that was why, in the end, she hadn’t been able to stay away.

Logan’s hospital room—267—was a small private room, with a window overlooking the city. She’d run into Sam Carr on the way to the room. With a small, disbelieving smile he’d informed her that Logan seemed to be out of the woods. “I still don’t understand what happened. This whole thing’s a logistical nightmare. Remember that virus of yours?”

Max nodded.

“It was targeted to his DNA. I didn’t catch it before since the guy was deceased. It doesn’t make any sense.” Sam shook his head in amazement. “I swear to you, Logan Cale was dead on my operating table three years ago. It’s like some sort of miracle.”

She’d nodded a vague agreement and moved past the doctor and towards the room. The door was cracked open, but she couldn’t see the bed from her angle. She hesitated for a split second, again considering flight, but remained rooted to the spot. “There nothing to be afraid of,” she whispered to herself even as the irrational terror swept through her.

She pushed the door open and slid inside. Logan was sitting up in the hospital bed, right arm in a cast, scabs and bruises covering almost all of his visible skin. She counted over sixty stitches on his left arm alone, souvenirs of White’s knife. The cuts that hadn’t needed stitches were scabbed over, thick red lines that threatened to break open with any sudden movement. The mess of bruises covering his face had faded from a bright purple to a sickly yellow-green, but the swelling around his eyes had subsided and she could see his clear, green-blue gaze peaking out from under his glasses. “Logan,” she said cautiously.

“Max,” he replied, face splitting into a painfully wide smile. “I was wondering when you’d stop by.”

“I wanted to make sure you were still alive,” she mumbled, inexplicably nervous. “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly,” Logan said as he adjusted his glasses—different frames than she was used to seeing, they seemed to swallow his face—and smiled faintly. “I feel great although I have the sneaking suspicion that it’s from the morphine.” He paused, staring at her. “You know, you can actually come in if you want,” he offered, beckoning her inside with his good arm.

She moved past the doorframe to the seat by his bed, trying not to stare at the stitches.

“Alec came by yesterday,” Logan began hesitantly. “I’ve got to say, he’s a lot easier to talk to now that he doesn’t know who I am. It was nice to see someone who wasn’t a doctor or the cops. It turns out coming back from the dead is a big deal around these parts.” He said it easily, almost in passing, but his face betrayed how much the idea bothered him. “I managed to pull a few strings to keep it out of the papers; it turns out Eyes Only still has some friends around. Matt Sung says he’s going to try and keep this case off the record. If I can stay dead officially, I might actually have a chance to get Eyes Only back up and running. But if his reappearance coincides with Logan Cale’s there’s going to be some suspicion…” He trailed off, looking away from her, suddenly fascinated with the loose string on the thin white bed sheets. Max realized that he was just as nervous as she was.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted suddenly. “I should have got there sooner. It was my fault you almost died.”

“I didn’t exactly make things easy on you,” Logan admitted. “ I knew they were looking to spring a trap. I didn’t want you getting hurt.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Believe me,” Logan chuckled. “I know.”

His response sent her quickly back into silence. His words jarred her with their intimacy. He knew her, but there was still a big, blank void where her memories of him should have been. She’d half hoped that coming here would unlock something, that actually physically seeing him would bring the memories tumbling back. That hadn’t been the case.

But even thought the whole scene felt foreign to her, she could tell that there was something here. It was in the way that her heart jumped when he smiled, in the way she could actually relax when she was around him and in the way that, despite everything, she’d come back to see him.

“You still don’t remember,” Logan observed quietly. “It’s all right. I didn’t expect you to.”

“I thought it was all going to come rushing back,” she admitted.

“Guess we have to start over then, don’t we?” Logan turned slightly in his hospital bed so that he could face her and smirked as he extended him good arm. “Logan Cale,” he said ironically, “and I must say that it’s a much better introduction than last time when we had a gun and that statue between us.”

She regarded him with surprise for a long moment before finally taking his hand. “Max, and the pleasure is all mine.”

“You dropped the Guevara,” he teased wryly. “I like it, very Madonna.”

Max smiled. There was something here. Something between them that nothing could touch, no matter how much happened. “Should I be worried about being compared to some trashy pre-pulse singer?”

He didn’t bother answering, just gave her a small, shy smile, that crumbled half of her carefully constructed walls in one go.

“So how long before they let you out of this joint?”

“Sam says another week if I promise to be a good boy and take it easy.” Logan laughed. “If he actually remembered what kind of patient I am, he’d have already sentenced me to a month. I have a tendency to overdo it.”

There was something here.

“I’ll be here to keep you in check,” Max promised.

Logan gave her a charming, boyish smile. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

There had always been something here.

And no matter what happened, it wasn’t going anywhere.

Thanks for reading! See you next time.



Those who would like more in this verse can check out Handful of Memories. It is short and it is not fluffly so be warned.

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18/12/06 03:20 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Aw. Thanks so much. I'm glad you stuck with this to the end. I had such fun writing it.

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10/12/06 09:21 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Yay, I'm happy now!

Honestly, the only reason I checked my friends page tonight was in hopes of seeing your story.

Loved it. Wrapped it up very nicely, and I like that you kept that she didn't remember. Would have seemed wrong if it had just all come rushing back.


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18/12/06 03:26 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
I'm flatter you check your friends page just for me. =).

I've known the story was going to end like this since before I started. Besides , dark angel to me was always one of the few shows that made character live with consequences of the shit they through at them, that left things uneasy at the end of episodes (Logan's disability and, I hate to say it, the virus are prime examples.) For me at least, things like that are fundamentally more interesting. I'm glad it's not just me who thinks like that.

Thank you so much for reading this whole time. You were one of those people I saw pop up every chapter and that always made me smile. I really appreciate it.

(no subject)

11/12/06 03:08 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Great job. What more can I say?

(no subject)

16/12/06 09:19 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Excellent story. You had me a little worried about Logan (and Alex taking the swan dive like that) but it all worked out. I love that you kind of tricked the audience with with AUishness of it at first. Nice twist. ;)

Hey, so where can I find that story about Alec captured by White?

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18/12/06 03:31 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
...that story was in with the other one. Didn't you notice?

I wasn't sure some of this stuff would work. (in all honesty, this was originally concieved as a supernatural fic and I just transposed the concept.) I'm glad you thought it turned out well. Thanks for reading.

(no subject)

18/12/06 04:57 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
I just thought maybe you'd written the Alec torture/Joshua dying story earlier and were using it in this current fic.

(no subject)

18/12/06 22:17 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Yikes. sorry. I didn't mean to sound snide. I just get really snippy when people asked for more to stories I feel like I tied up in a nice little bow.

As much fun as writing torture and death scenes is, at the moment I'm getting most of it with an apocalypse fic I'm working on right now. The Joshua and Alec stuff in POL was really just background for the other story. I'm happy it sounded fleshed out enough to have been a story beforehand.

And again, sorry for coming off sarcastic. I really didn't mean to.

(no subject)

19/12/06 23:29 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
I’m sorry too. I should have clarified what I was asking. :D

I look forward to your next fic, so good luck writing.

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29/8/08 10:28 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
This is definitely my favourite DA fan fic.

(no subject)

29/8/08 22:14 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Wow, high praise there. Thank you so much for reading. This was an absolute blase to write!

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31/8/08 04:34 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
This was such an interesting series! They are so connected, otp!

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1/9/08 00:20 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Thanks for reading! This story was a blast to write!


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