An After Dinner Converation (Dark Angel)

Title: An After Dinner Conversation (Dark Angel)
Rated: PG
Summary: Where Logan remembers why he doesn’t only avoid his father’s side of the family, but his mother’s as well.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns all things Buffy. James and others own all things Dark Angel.
AN: Don’t ask where this came from. Oh, this isn't beta, so please forgive the mistakes. I tried to catch 'em, but you know how that goes. Hope someone enjoys.

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Family was important; at least, that was what Max always said. But Max’s family was different from his. Her family was her unit; they were her brothers and sisters. There were no mothers and fathers or aunts and uncles or cousins, unlike his that included every single one of those. Logan would never tell her, but he always thought she was lucky in a way because of that.

She could choose who she included as family, unlike him who just happened to be genetically linked to someone and then expected to love and respect that person. That was a concept that Max still didn’t quiet get; that you can be related to someone and despise that person.

Not that he despised his cousin Dawn. She and her sister were actually a couple of the few relatives that he did like. But even though she was now in her early forties, Dawn still could be as annoying as she was when she was twelve and he was eight.

When laughter erupted from his dinning room, Logan knew to expect the worse. Whatever story Dawn was telling was sure to haunt him for awhile, considering the company.

“So, there was Logan, sitting right next to Mrs. Showers’ partly shaved Pomeranian Skeeter,” he heard Dawn say with frequent giggles peppering the conversation.

Oh, no. Not the Skeeter story.

“And he has the razor and shaving cream in his hands and is swearing up and down that he didn’t do.”

“I didn’t do it,” Logan said, returning to the dinning room with the coffee. “As I recall, you were the one who shoved those items into my hands and told me ‘play dumb.’”

“I’m sure that wasn’t a stretch,” Alec said, making sure that it was loud enough for Logan to head.

Though she was still grinning, Max shot him a look from across the table, but it lost most of its bite from the mirth on her face. Not that it mattered anyway. Alec’s attention was already focused back in on Dawn.

She giggled a moment longer and then shook her head. “Yeah, well, you were younger and cuter because of those geek glasses of yours, so I figured you’d get in less trouble.”

Sighing, Logan said, “Can we please talk about something else.”

“Oh, but I’m enjoying this trip into your past,” Max said.

Dawn, completely unscathed by Logan’s wish to leave embarrassing stories in the past, jumped back in. “I bet he never told you about the time he glued himself to the floor, did he?”

Logan sighed and dropped his chin to his chest. He really did need to keep his friends - and Alec - away from his family. Especially his family that knew humiliating stories about him.