AN: Ok. So, I of course, do not own dark Angel. As I would never be lame enough to cancel it with that much plot still sitting, waiting to be used.

This is set in second season...and I hope you enjoy it.

It was official. Logan was trashed.

I don't quite remember how we ended up here, but here we are. At Crash. On Karaoke Night. And now Logan, after imbuing far too much liquid stupid, was making his way to the stage.

He stepped onto the stage carefully, stumbling slightly when he misjudged the height of the step and hit it with his toe. I watched as he lifted his hand calling a slightly slurred "M'Ok everybody. I'm okay." I smile slightly even as I cover my eyes, vicariously embarrassed.

"Is this on? Oops, guess it is." He chuckled slightly as his voice booms through Crash and I lower my hand, covering my growing grin. "Alright, first of all, I'd like to say that this song goes out to Max...Max, won't you come up here?" I feel my face flush with my own embarrassment as the crowd turns to look where Logan was looking...right at me.

I stammer out a firm "No", as I slink into my chair a little. 'What is he thinking?' I question myself.

"C'mon Max...can't you see how happy he would be." Sketchy quietly teased.

"Go on Girl, your Boo's wasting on you." Original Cindy pushed. I shake my head quickly. "No way."

"Please Max?" he begged slightly, giving me the sad face.

"No." I stand and head for the door as he sighs sadly and the first beats of music start. I wince as I hear him start singing, "Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful?" I stop walking and turn to stare at him incredulously.

He's looking at me. Singing to me.

"Isn't she precious? Less than one minute old. I never thought through love we'd be, making one as lovely as she. But isn't she lovely made from love?" It seems to dawn on some part of his brain that this isn't the love song he thought it was as Sketchy, Original Cindy, Alec, Herbal and Asha cat call and holler to him to keep singing. And he does, his confidence seemingly bolstered by my friends and the alcohol. "Isn't she pretty? Truly the angel's best. Boy I'm so happy, we have been heaven blessed." He's started singing some lines louder than others... I'm standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching as he takes the mic out of its holder and starts walking off the stage.

In my mind I begin a slow countdown 'Three, two, one' the cord tugs on the mic and he pouts at it as though it had suddenly sprouted a cord just to ruin his plan. He's stopped walking though, which can only be counted as a good thing. "I can't believe what God has done, through us he's given life to one, but isn't she lovely made from love?" There's a small piano interlude that's playing and he's just standing for a few moments, swaying to the music.

And then it starts again. "Isn't she lovely? Life and love are the same. Life is MaaaaAax," the crowd burst into laughter and 'Awws'...I just stared in disbelief. "The meaning of her name" he looks a little unsure of this line but is going with it.

'Oh, he's stopped singing...this can only be good.' I can feel my face burning as he stares at the monitor, feeding him the lyrics. He looks up and locks eyes with me, forgoing the lyrics for a heartfelt and impromptu "You are so lovely and I love you."

I bolt as I hear the crowd go awe. Even some of the men inside are touched. I hear him call my name as I reach the door. He asked me to wait as I wrench it open and hop on my bike. I fumble gracelessly with my keys giving and as I get them in the ignition and my Baby turned on I hear him call to me again. It sounds like he's crying as I peel away into the dark.

AN: Uh, I have enough to continue it...but I don't know if I will or not. I kind of like how it's been left hanging... the whole, tortured souls thing. It's very Max and Logan. DD