Summary: A general romance about Max & Logan… might not be that great. Whatever. Might not coalesce with real apartment architecture. Logan can walk, Max in heat and seizures.

Disclaimer: [insert witty remark about James Cameron blah blah blah – no.

She groaned as she rose. The sleepless night had done nothing for her mental fatigue. Surviving 7 explosions, a knife fight and a bar brawl would beat anyone to exhaustion, Transgenic super soldier or not.

Ignoring the slight tremors in her hands, she stepped on the lushly carpeted floor and headed for a shower. Max navigated Logan's apartment with her eyes closed. As her hands slid across the walls, she savored their texture, thinking heatedly about the man sleeping in the room connected to them.

Stopping, she felt a vicious wave of heat storm through her body. Swearing violently, she raced to the guest bathroom and filled the bathtub with icy water. Not caring about her tattered and dirty clothing she plunged in, hoping passionately that the frigid water would help her control herself.

Logan awoke with heavy eyes and a grimy feeling on the outside. Hearing the water running, he rose and headed for the kitchen, planning of taking a luxurious hot shower as soon as Max was done.

As he assessed the contents of his cupboard he remained oblivious to all other activity until an obnoxious racket threw him from his pondering. It was followed by severe splashing and thudding from the direction of his guest bathroom. Panicking, he rushed to the source, arriving in time to see Max throw herself out of the bathtub, seizing brutally.

Grappling almost blindly, he found the emergency bottle of Tryptophan full and ridiculously difficult to open. In a final act of desperation, he smashed the top against the edge of the sink and watched the pills inside explode into action. Grasping a handful of them, he slid on the floor next to Max and forced her seizing body to choke down its artificial serotonin.

"Get… Away…" she whispered desperately through wracking sobs. "Please… just… just go…" her pupils dilated and steam began to rise from drenched clothing as her core temperature rose dramatically.

He swore inwardly as he realized the source of her aversion. Her fertility cycle had begun… Why did he find that so damned sexy? The logical part of his mind said it was the pheromones she was emitting, but the irrational (and more testosterone driven) part of his mind told him it was because she was a bombshell. Not only a bombshell, but a horny, sexy bombshell.

Max's tremors did not cease, but seemed to lose their intensity as she grew progressively warmer. Although the seizures still vibrated through her body, she sat up and began to advance, on all fours, towards Logan.

"Guess what," she whispered fiercely, licking her lips enticingly. He forced himself to stop imagining where those lips could be put to good use and replied forcefully.

"I don't know. First, though, we have to get your cold, wet clothes off." She purred sexily and nodded in agreement.

"Mmmhmm. Yes, we do. But then we have to take yours off, too. It's not fair that I'll be naked and you won't be," She pouted, began to undress him vigorously (although with trembling hands) and he sighed. It was going to be a long, long day.

A/N Seriously, guys, review. I won't know that it's good unless you tell me so, and if I don't think it's good it'll turn into a terrible oneshot. This is my first (hopefully) successful fic of many. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! – Mezzo Princess