Game
By Tiriel
PG, m/m
Part One of the Macho Posturing series. Logan gets a visit.
So I've started another ongoing series. We all know how the last one turned out. I didn't really need another fandom, but here I am. For those who missed out on my First Wave series, The Private Journals of "Crazy" Eddie Nambulous, the way these work is this. I get inspired, I start writing. As the show storyline develops, I continue to write and let the direction of the series to some degree direct the stories and snippets. So expect another installment whenever Zack appears onscreen again.
Disclaimer: These guys aren't mine. Damn do I ever wish they were, though.
Set after the Dark Angel episode "Blah Blah Woof Woof"
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Game
By Tiriel
"I told you that you were putting her at risk."
"And I really should get better locks for those windows." Logan spun his wheelchair around to face the intruder.
Zack stood on the other side of the room, wearing his usual look of disapproval. He walked closer.
Logan spoke again, feeling the pull he always felt to be the one in control of any conversation with Zack. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be dead? Or at least far out of town?"
"It's only been three days. I've got time before they find out for sure that I survived the helicopter crash. Even longer before they can track me. And they won't look for me here. They know no Manticore-trained soldier would commit a tactical error like coming back to Seattle."
"You here to try to talk Max into leaving again?"
"No. She's made it clear that she's staying. For now. There's something holding her here." Zack moved closer, stopping just a foot or so away.
Logan fought the urge to back up. "So, what are you going to do? Kidnap her? Or maybe you could kill everyone she cares about so she'd have no more messy emotional ties to keep her here?"
"Thought had crossed my mind." Zack's gaze was steady. Logan didn't blink. "But it'd probably only get her worked up about vengeance or some other misguidedly noble idea. No, I'm here for some answers."
"You want information?" Logan raised his eyebrows.
"No, I said answers. What's going on between you two?"
"I told you before. I don't know. Not yet. And what business is it of yours?"
"It's my job to protect her. And she deserves better than you."
"What, like you? Don't pretend you're asking these questions for selfless reasons, Zack. You're jealous."
Zack seemed to ignore the accusation. "Why won't she leave you? What is going on between the two of you?"
"I said I don't know. You have a memory problem?"
Zack grabbed the armrests of Logan's chair and leaned in. "Don't lie to me! I saw you. In the car."
Logan blinked, the memory of Max's kiss suddenly vivid in his mind. "Saw me what?"
"Now who has the memory problem? Let me refresh yours. It looked a lot like this." With that, Zack dove forward and his lips met Logan's in a fierce kiss, their mouths the only point of contact between them.
At first, Logan kissed back because he was determined not to be intimidated or one-upped. Then he kept kissing back because it felt good. He was just starting to really lose himself in it when Zack pulled away, breaking the kiss as abruptly as he had begun it. In the time it took Logan to blink, Zack was at the window.
Logan struggled to sound composed. He wasn't going to let a punk like Zack win that easily. "Oh, you mean you saw that. Well--"
Zack interrupted, hissing quietly, "Don't tell her I'm alive. She'll endanger us all if she looks for me."
He was gone before Logan could formulate an appropriately sarcastic response. He heard Max's voice from behind him.
"'M I buggin' ya? Thought I heard you talking to someone."
"No, it was nothing. Just--just thinking out loud." With a shake of his head, Logan turned around to face Max. He'd have time later to figure out what Zack's game was. And why he was looking forward to the next move.
The End...for now...