Disclaimer: James Cameron wishes we owned it, we would have done better than some of HIS writers. I was so upset with the ending of this show, that I took some time away from it.{months!} And now it is just a great story that was never finished
She stood on top of the building. Every morning she came here, before the others were up, to look at the flag. Joshua's flag. Their flag. Her people, what they were, what they wanted to be. Freedom. The price they had paid was high, and they were still paying for it.
She felt his hand on her shoulder, and pressed her lips to his gloved hand. He often came up here to join her. She didn't feel so alone when he was near.
"We'll make it, Max. All of us", Logan told her once again. Cupping her chin, he forced her to look at him.
"But what if.." Max started to say before Logan interrupted her.
"I have a surprise for you, don't say a word, until I am finished, okay?" She nodded her consent.
Logan raised his right hand and slowly drew his glove off. He put his fingers gently against her face. She started to jerk away in alarm. "Logan, you can't.." "Hush Max, I can" he said, wrapping his arms tightly around her, he pressed their cheeks softly together.
Max pulled back and searched his face. Searched for signs of the virus, fever welts. Waiting.
And nothing. "How?" She asked, tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She reached up to touch his face. Felt the smooth texture of his cheek, the stubble of his beard. Before he could answer she pressed her lips firmly to his, searching, seeking, and finding.
Wrapped in each other's arms, they sank to their knees. Clutching at each other. Holding on where they could not before. "How?" She asked again, tracing the lines of his face.
"With the help of your family and friends, Max. The same way we will get through this mess.
Together." Logan whispered softly into her ear before his lips reclaimed hers.