Disclaimer: I don't own either the song or the show. Please don't sue me, I'm a college student and have no money to afford lawyer fees...

A/N: This is based from the song "Wreck of the Day" by Anna Nalick…it inspired thought…hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it (btw, it's…a few chapters long, so bear with me while I refine them all).

Funeral for That Which Never Was

Chapter 1: Settling for Ruination

Driving away from the wreck of the day,

and the lights always red in the rearview.

"I'm sorry. It's just not the same anymore." Max wasn't sorry though. This break up had been a long time coming.

"You can't possibly be saying that. Not now, we finally have a cure for the virus. How can you be giving up?"

"I'm not giving up, Logan. I'm admitting the truth. I just don't love you. To be completely honest, I don't think I ever did, not that way." Max shrugged

"What? Max, you don't mean that." Logan was close to whining and it hurt Max's ears. She ground her teeth to keep from cringing.

"I do. I really think that I was just giving myself an excuse. Manticore planned everything. They even paired us off, for God's sake. Granted, I never thought they chose very well for me." Max would have admitted at that point that Alec seemed to have been the perfect fit for her, but she decided it was cruel enough to break it off with the cyber-journalist. "But I do know that we were never meant to be together." Max paused, thinking how best to word what she had to say. Then something Alec said came to mind. "Human, transgenic," she pointed to Logan, and then to herself, "it just can't work."

Needless to say, he didn't take that very well. "Of course you would use something he said to try to convince me. Alec brainwashed you, or something. That's the only way you could be thinking this."

"You really are stubborn, aren't you?" Max restrained herself from groaning. "For your information, nothing Alec said or did could have made me think this way. He could never sway my opinion, one way or another. And he would never try to make me. He, unlike you, respects my ability to make my own decisions. I simply came across a realization."

"But what about that year of unspoken attraction?" Logan desperately searched for things that would change her mind, reasons that would bring her back to him.

"What attraction? You were the first guy, outside of Manticore, who knew what I was, and understood what I was, without thinking of me as a monster. Then, I felt obligated to stick with you when I escaped the second time."

Logan's jaw dropped.

"What? I couldn't help it that you thought I had died. What would you rather I did? Say 'hey, Logan. I'm alive, but sorry, I don't love you. See ya.' C'mon. That's a bit harsh. I may be the resident bitch of Seattle, but I'm not that mean. I felt kind of guilty for leading you on the year before. I guess… I tried to convince myself that there was something there, even though there wasn't, to try to make up for it."

Logan began shaking his head. It just wasn't true. It couldn't be true. Any minute Max was sure he would get up and start searching her for a "made in Manticore" mark with a subtext saying "ha, ha gotcha" scrawled somewhere on her body. Instead, he suggested "What about all the times you saved my life. Or me saving yours?"

"All the times I saved your life? Simple. I had to. You are an ordinary, Logan. Without help from me or Joshua, or Alec even…hell, any transgenic, you would probably be dead seven or eight times over by now." Max stopped and thought. "As for you saving my life, half the time Alec was with you on that, so you sure as hell can't take all the credit for it. The other half of the time, well, thanks for that, but it's your own damn fault for not seeing the truth." Max's patience was wearing thin. It seemed that every time she had to be near Logan lately her fuse became gradually shorter.

For several seconds, Logan had sat in stunned silence. He'd only stared blankly at the wall above Max's head, opening and closing his mouth. Max took the opportunity to get out of there. As quietly as she could, Max stood and walked out of his apartment. She was afraid that if she made any noise at all he would start in again. The way he was going before, she doubted he would ever relent.

Max felt so relieved to have it finally over. Yet, part of her wondered if she would ever find someone who would really understand her. Whatever, Max thought as her taillights blurred a red glare away from what she came to realize her future would never be. Max had always been a lone wolf…She didn't really consider it that much of a big thing if she remained one for the rest of her life.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it.Please review, I love to hear from you guys! The next part needs a little work before I can submit it, so be patient...