A/N: I can't let Logan's birthday go by without offering something, but life hasn't let me get the time to write a special birthday something this year. So here's a tiny little thought about Logan and Max, about where and how they started. In fewer than 100 words.
Here's Why
It was that first moment, her first glimpse of the intense, sparkling green over the barrel of a gun, the fierce protectionism, the timeless look of a prairie settler taking his stand ...
... that suddenly melted into a perfect smile of warm relief - and even welcome - upon learning that she'd come to steal from him. The scruffy chin and hopeless hair and formless sweater, looking not at all unlike the city's poor, amid the priceless art and imported furnishings of the penthouse he owned...
From the very first moment, a puzzle, a contradiction.
...and, after all, they say that it was curiosity killed the cat...
Happy Birthday Logan Cale!