A/N Hey this is Eternal Optimist back again with another short DA story. This isn't one of the two stories I've been working on for the last couple of weeks, rather this is a short story idea that popped into my head just today. Oh course it will end as ML as always. It's set post Hello, Goodbye for those of you who know the second season. As much as I like Alec ML's the only thing that makes sense. I would've made the story a oneshot but it's late right now so I can't post it all at once.

Thanks to Nefhiliel for helping me with the title!! I was pretty bain dead and couldn't think of a good one.

Sorry to ion bond for all the unanswered questions... I fixed it though so hope this clears it up for you and to anyone else who may have had questions.Disclaimer: Don't own... wish I owned Michael Weatherly and Jensen Ackles though.

Just to clear up the questions...

-Anything in italics is Logan's inner voice... like the little devil on your shoulder
-Anything in ' ' are Logan's or Bling's personal thoughts
-Anything in " " are just regular speech.

The Seattle skyline was glowing softly and in the darkness you could almost forget how broken the world had become since the Pulse. Forget it, at least, until the sun rose, and the broken state of the world was visible to all.

Logan sat on the rooftop of Fogle Towers, his exo-encased legs dangling precariously over the edge. The skylight was opened and the top of a ladder visible. The expression on his face was hollow, devoid of any emotions, but inside his emotions raged. His painful thoughts were racing relentlessly, adding to his misery. Max had left at least an hour ago, and Logan had been sitting on the edge of the roof in the same position ever since. He'd known that this wouldn't be easy, but he'd thought that they could make it through. Guess he'd been wrong. Why Alec, he questioned himself over and over. She hated him didn't she? After all the times he'd ruined their chances to be together again. What did Alec have that he didn't?

Legs, that's what he has. He doesn't need the help of a machine.

'Shut up! That's never mattered to her!' Logan yelled at the voice inside.

He's one of them. He understands her.

'I understand her! I've been there for her even when she was at her weakest. I've seen all sides of her, even the ones she tries to hide.' Logan reasoned.

Guess in the end it wasn't enough huh?

This time Logan couldn't disagree.

He stared down at the ground, his fear of heights momentarily forgotten as he contemplated the jump for what seemed the millionth time that night. The concrete at the bottom seemed oddly comforting in his present state of mind. It would be instantaneous; he'd never have to feel pain again. Never have to suffer seeing Max in Alec's arms. Just a few moments of falling then nothing. What would happen after he was gone? Would there be anyone to mourn the loss, or anyone who even cared? Logan didn't think so. One thing he was sure of was that Max wouldn't miss him and she was the only one that mattered. No one really needed him… Eyes Only wasn't just one person, it was a network of people who could get along fine without him. Max had her new friends and Alec to look out for her. What did she need him for? What was there for him to live for anymore? Logan was so caught up in his suicidal thoughts that he didn't even see the lone figure approaching him.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Splatter yourself all over the pavement and everything will be okay," A deep voice from came behind Logan, dripping with sarcasm.

Logan didn't even flinch. He recognized that voice even without turning around.

"What're you doing here Bling?" Logan asked in a dull monotone, ignoring what Bling had said. He hadn't seen Bling in quite a while though they still kept in contact. Due to his new found ability to get around with the exo, Bling had decided that his services were longer necessary as Logan's legs would be getting enough stimulation.

Bling stepped closer and stopped a couple of feet behind Logan's back. Chuckling wryly Bling answered. "What can't I drop in on a friend?" Bling paused. "Truthfully? Heard what happened. Was gonna ask if you were okay but I guess I already have my answer."

Logan shook his head sadly, his hands running through his hair and over his face.

"Bling, please just go away."

Bling came to sit beside Logan and turned sideways to look at him.

"And let you kill yourself? No thanks… Max'll have my hide."

Logan laughed humorlessly, his shoulders slumping slightly at the mention of Max's name.

"I don't think Max'll really care. She's with Alec."

"And you believed that line of bullshit she fed you?" Bling asked incredulously.

'I gave Logan more credit than that but I guess love and pain can turn even the most rational of people into total idiots.'

Logan turned away from Bling trying to block out the painful image of Max and Alec hugging. "I saw it with my own eyes. Then she confirmed it. Tell me, what am I supposed to believe?"

Bling fought the strong impulse to smack Logan upside the head. 'Stupid, rich white boy!' He didn't even recognize this man beside him. Who was this because it certainly wasn't Logan Cale.

"Where's the Logan Cale who doesn't give up so easily? The one who protects the 'downtrodden.' The one who would've been trying to cure the virus instead of smearing himself on the sidewalk."

Logan, who sat in silence all through Bling's sermon finally spoke up.

"I don't know… ," he answered trailing off, his voice so quiet Bling had to strain to hear him.

Logan turned away ashamed of himself. Bling was right.

"You're right Bling. I guess I let myself give up but… thanks man."

Bling clapped Logan on the shoulder smiling. "Hey man no prob. What're friends for? Let's get down from here." He knew this was far from over but at least this disaster had been averted. He also knew that things like this don't just go away, Logan needed some real support and he wasn't the one Logan needed.

Bling stood up, offering Logan a hand that he gratefully took, and they headed over to the skylight and climbed down the ladder.

Back inside the apartment Logan yawned loudly, hand over his mouth. Bling nodded with understanding, seeing the empty whisky bottle and glass on the table. He shook his head… the follies of those in love. "You need to get some sleep, man."

Logan glared at him opening his mouth to protest but the only sound that came out was another huge yawn. Logan decided not to argue, just headed off to his bedroom to get ready. Bling waited until Logan was gone, then reached into his pocket pulling out a small device with a red flashing light. Using his thumb he located a button labeled "end recording" and hit it. Bling smirked with satisfaction. If these two weren't going to tell each other how they felt then he'd have to do something about it. Besides, Max needed to know exactly how much pain Logan was in and how close she came to loosing him tonight. He definitely wasn't going to tell her so Bling would.


A/N Had to edit the first chapter because there were some unanswered questions that were pointed out to me so I changed it to fix them.

Well this is it for now... the rest will be up sometime tomorrow. It got late so I wasn't able to post the whole thing at once. Sorry it's short like I said it's late and I gotta get up early tomorrow. Hope ya like it... as always read and review. Coments, questions, constructive criticism, and even flames are accepted. Everyone has the right to voice their opinions.