U is for Umbrella
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parallax23A/N: I happened to find this on an old flash drive and decided to post it.
UMBRELLA
There were two kinds of people in the world – umbrella people and non-umbrella people.
Umbrella people were the folks who listened to weather reports the night before, making sure to dress appropriately the next morning and all that other obnoxious, responsible stuff.
Non-umbrella people? They weren’t afraid of rain or sleet or snow or anything else Mother Nature was ready to dish out. A little water never killed anyone… Well, except in the movies when it was the Wicked Witch of the West or an evil demon being exorcised. Since Max was neither, she didn’t have anything to worry about.
Max never saw herself as an umbrella person. Years of being a bike messenger had rendered them useless while doing runs and a job hazard when pedestrians were too focused on holding their umbrellas properly and not where they were going. Even when Max wasn’t working, she couldn’t stand using an umbrella. She ended up fussing with it against the wind and it always broke and she always ended up wet anyway. Umbrellas were unreliable.
So when Logan handed her one that night in his apartment, she couldn’t help but asking –
“What’s this for?”
His arm was outstretched to hand her the umbrella, but her hands remained firmly at her sides. He was holding it far enough away that she couldn’t risk touching him. Why was she looking at him like something didn’t add up?
It was pouring outside and she was going to meet Alec at the Mortenson Estate to get some dirt on the district attorney. Why would she need an umbrella? Did Logan think X5s caught colds from standing out in the rain? Because if that was all it took, there wouldn’t have been an X5 to make it past basic training.
“To keep you dry?” Logan said with a soft smile.
“Umbrellas don’t really keep you dry. Your legs end up soaked and then it’s a pain in the ass to hold the thing with the rain and wind comin’ at ya,” Max said. “Plus, they’re like mini-lightning rods.”
“Humor me,” Logan said.
“All right,” Max relented and accepted the umbrella.
“So, Max, auditioning for Mary Poppins?” Alec teased when he saw her waiting for him under the umbrella Logan had given her. “Don’t tell me, we’re going down the chimney? Because if we are, you should know I left my Santa Claus outfit back at Manticore.”
“Shut up,” Max snickered.
“Oh, I get it… Logan gave it to you,” Alec said thoughtfully with a smirk.
“What did I say about shutting up?” Max snapped as she closed the umbrella.
But Alec quickly snatched it out of her hands and opened it again. The sky let out a roll of thunder and a bolt of lightning cut through the stormy night sky.
“See, I almost got electrocuted!” Alec exclaimed.
“Yeah, umbrellas are totally useless,” Max muttered, the rain running down her face.
UMBRELLA
There were two kinds of people in the world – umbrella people and non-umbrella people.
Umbrella people were the folks who listened to weather reports the night before, making sure to dress appropriately the next morning and all that other obnoxious, responsible stuff.
Non-umbrella people? They weren’t afraid of rain or sleet or snow or anything else Mother Nature was ready to dish out. A little water never killed anyone… Well, except in the movies when it was the Wicked Witch of the West or an evil demon being exorcised. Since Max was neither, she didn’t have anything to worry about.
Max never saw herself as an umbrella person. Years of being a bike messenger had rendered them useless while doing runs and a job hazard when pedestrians were too focused on holding their umbrellas properly and not where they were going. Even when Max wasn’t working, she couldn’t stand using an umbrella. She ended up fussing with it against the wind and it always broke and she always ended up wet anyway. Umbrellas were unreliable.
So when Logan handed her one that night in his apartment, she couldn’t help but asking –
“What’s this for?”
His arm was outstretched to hand her the umbrella, but her hands remained firmly at her sides. He was holding it far enough away that she couldn’t risk touching him. Why was she looking at him like something didn’t add up?
It was pouring outside and she was going to meet Alec at the Mortenson Estate to get some dirt on the district attorney. Why would she need an umbrella? Did Logan think X5s caught colds from standing out in the rain? Because if that was all it took, there wouldn’t have been an X5 to make it past basic training.
“To keep you dry?” Logan said with a soft smile.
“Umbrellas don’t really keep you dry. Your legs end up soaked and then it’s a pain in the ass to hold the thing with the rain and wind comin’ at ya,” Max said. “Plus, they’re like mini-lightning rods.”
“Humor me,” Logan said.
“All right,” Max relented and accepted the umbrella.
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“So, Max, auditioning for Mary Poppins?” Alec teased when he saw her waiting for him under the umbrella Logan had given her. “Don’t tell me, we’re going down the chimney? Because if we are, you should know I left my Santa Claus outfit back at Manticore.”
“Shut up,” Max snickered.
“Oh, I get it… Logan gave it to you,” Alec said thoughtfully with a smirk.
“What did I say about shutting up?” Max snapped as she closed the umbrella.
But Alec quickly snatched it out of her hands and opened it again. The sky let out a roll of thunder and a bolt of lightning cut through the stormy night sky.
“See, I almost got electrocuted!” Alec exclaimed.
“Yeah, umbrellas are totally useless,” Max muttered, the rain running down her face.