A/N: This is something strange that jumped into my brain like 5 minutes ago. It threatened me if I didn't write and post it immediately. Neither the song, nor the characters are mine. The frustration is. Reviews welcome.

Max was frustrated. It was complicated, sometimes she was easier to read than anyone else and at other times she was unfathomable. At the moment it was as plain as day, she was frustrated. She was pacing madly in the living room of the penthouse, trying desperately to communicate some vague notion she had about something or other. Logan was looking at her and trying to come up with a plausible reason that his Max was behaving like an ill-mannered five year old. If he hadn't known it was impossible, he would have thought she was having a temper tantrum.

I've tripped again and things are starting to get interesting
Don't give me choices cause I can't decide

"Max, tell me what's wrong. Whatever it is, it'll be okay, we'll figure out some way to fix the problem. But you've got to tell me what's wrong."

Her entire body pivoted in an instant. There, just beneath the surface, almost begging to be let free, was something hot and fierce and undeniably angry. Logan was lost for a moment. She'd never looked at him this way before. If truth were told, it frightened him just a little bit.

"That's just it! You're a fixer Logan. A god damned FIXER."

"And that's bad?" The man behind Eyes Only wasn't quite sure how wanting to fix a problem was a problem in and of itself.

"I… I don't want to fix it."

"You've given up." It was a statement.

"No. Yes, no. It's not even about that." She was confused. How did she explain to him what was going on? She had excelled in communications as a child. Unfortunately, they were the kind of communications that required electronics, not feelings.

My mind is soaked in words
I've come to terms with all my insecurities
And purity's no friend of mine

"Then what is it about Max?" He was calm, cool, collected. He was being freaking analytical about the whole fucking thing!

"GAH! " That helped. A little.

"Max, if you just tell me what's going on…" Logan trailed off upon seeing her face.

"Then you'll what? Fix it?" She asked with barely suppressed rage.

"Well, no. Not if you don't want me to. But I think knowing what's wrong might help me understand." Max snorted inelegantly. It was the same fucking thing and he knew it. Men.

"But you will, you know. You'll come up with some solution, some way it can work out. It's in your very nature. It's who you are."

"Yes, you've already said, I'm a fixer."

"But don't you see Logan? I'm not." She said it gently, as if that would help him understand. She was a bit lost about the whole thing. A lost little girl. Needing comfort?

"Yes you are Max. You help out with Eyes Only, bringing justice for those who can't do it themselves. You are a fixer Max."

And dreaming doesn't do no good

"No Logan, the difference is subtle. Simple yet subtle. You WANT to fix the world's problems."

Logan was lost. What?

"You want to fix it. And me? I want to scream."

Logan took a moment to ponder what the hell she was talking about. She was no doubt confused. Very very confused. She'd probably been talking to Alec too much.

"Okay." He agreed. He'd found it was better to agree with her when she was being contrary. It was always easier to let her think she was getting her way then have a whole to do about nothing.

Cause I don't wanna lie
That I'm okay and I'm alright
I'd rather take it and forget it

This, though not wholly unexpected, was not exactly the response she was hoping for.

"Okay?" Max chuckled ruefully. She was tired of this, it had to end. "And that's another problem."

Consider this a warning

"What is?" She was getting worked up again. Irritated some might call it. Max called it the usual state of affairs, just not with Logan. Logan somehow always guilted her into… something. She never yelled at Logan. He would do one of two things if she was even working up to being properly mad. He would put on the stupid-assed faced he had now, the condescending parent look. Thank god she'd never had parents. Conversely, he had the kicked-puppy look. She didn't know which was worse.

"You… You never fight with me Logan!"

At this, Logan, the perennially unruffled Logan Cale, looked positively horrified.

"You… you want me to hit you?"