I'd Lie

Summary: With every death there is new life. And maybe new love. For Maxie and Logan it will be a challenge. But, will the challenge be falling in love? Or falling out of it?

History: Everything has happened up until after Georgie's funeral. A few changes in this are that Logan lives above Kelly's and he still works for Sonny. Maxie and Cooper never started things up again. And, I think that's about it.

Pairing: Logan/Maxie Don't like it, don't read it. And probably a little LuSam and Scrubs.

Chapter One: Crash and Burn

"I hate you."

"You dont."

"Leave."

"No."

"Fine, I'll leave then."

"Maxie..."

"Don't say my name."

"Fine sweat heart, I won't say your name it you really care that much. But, that doesn't change things. Your still Maxie and I'm still Logan and that my dear... well, that mean something."

"What does it mean? What does anything mean."

"I don't know."

"You're such a great help."

"Take my coat, it's freezing out here."

"I don't want your coat. I want you to leave."

"No you don't."

"I want Georgie."

"You can talk about her with me you know."

"What does talking help?"

"It helped before."

"Before..."

4 Days ago; It was cold and bitter outside. The wind was howling especially loud. For that reason, and maybe reasons still unknown, Logan was still awake. He was lying in his bed staring up at the water stained ceiling of his room at Kelly's. The clock read 2:34 AM. After a long day guarding the Corinthos boys and then coming straight back to his room, the Southern native was tired. Sleep should have been coming easy. With those thoughts swirling through out his head, Logan began to drift off. But, as fate would have it, a knock sounded at his door. Make that a pounding. Startled by the insistent and urgent banging, Logan quickly slipped on some flannel pajama pants and rushed to the door.

"Who the hell-" He started before opening the door to reveal none other than Maxie Jones. Right away he noticed her eyes. Sad and wide. Grief was so etched inside of them he swore it would never leave.

"Maxie?" He questioned, confused from being jarred out of an 'almost' slumber. She pushed past him inside of the room with out a word. He still remained focused on her blue orbs. They had locked him in and for the life of him he could not get past them. Had he been able to asses the rest of her he might have noticed her disheveled clothing. He might have noticed her hair that was thrown half hazardous into a pony tail. If you could call it that. And, maybe he would have notice her bloody right hand, still clutching a large chunk or sharp glass. But her eyes held him.

"You hate me don't you Logan?" She asked, startling him. It was dark given that he had only turned a small lamp on. But, he could still read her broken smile in the dim light.

"What are you doing here? Did something happen?" He asked ignoring her question completely.

"Did something happen?" She repeated to herself, laughing bitterly. Maxie had always been a puzzle that Logan could never quite find all the pieces for. Tonight was no exception. Throwing him for yet another loop, the blonde vixen closed the gap between them and brought his lips to hers. It took him only seconds to remove her from him. And, when he grabbed her hands to push her away he felt a sharp pain.

"Damn it!" He cried looking down to see what had caused his discomfort. And, for the first time since her arrival, he noticed Maxie's hands. There was a thick layer of blood covering the right one, with spatters adorning the left. The glass she was clutching had infested itself into Logan's left hand. It too was bleeding fast and hard.

"Oops." She giggled in a light manor, as if the two of them weren't standing in the dark bleeding together.

"Jesus Maxie, what did you do?" He asked becoming more and more confused by the moment. He's always known she was a little left of crazy but, tonight he would bet money that she'd snapped completely. Retching the glass from her hands he inspected it quickly before tossing it aside.

"Nothing. Just mind your own business and screw my brains out." She ordered getting agitated. This was taking far too long for her liking. She had broken out of the damn hospital only to realize that the door to the diner was locked. She hadn't anticipated that one. So, not wanting to waste any more time, she'd shoved her hand through the glass, which surprisingly didn't make much noise, and heading up to Logan's room.

"You- are crazy. Sit down or something while I get a cloth." He ordered not knowing how else to respond. His first thought was to call Georgie and have her come take care of Maxie's little mess. But, before that could be done he would have to get her to chill out for like 12 seconds.

"Nooooo." She whined before trying to kiss him again. He pushed her away and she nestled her left hand in the waste band of his pants. Again, he removed her quickly and took a step back.

"Just stop it okay! I am not going to sleep with you!" He said raising his voice. Oddly enough this got her to smile, just a little bit. Though it never quite reached her eyes.

"Why? Because I'm disgusting. Because you hate me. Because I'm a pathetic bitch who deserves to be alone for the rest of her life. Come on Logan say it." She urged shoving him at the last part.

"I'm not saying anything. I'm getting you a damn cloth so you can get the hell out of here." He told her turning to retrieve the linens. She grabbed him harshly with her good hand and pulled him back around.

"Tell me how much you hate me!" She yelled shoving him again, harder this time.

"I'm a stupid slut! Say it!" She yelled with another shove. This one sending him back a foot or so.

"Stop it! What is wrong with you?" He yelled back moving towards her and grabbing her arms.

"I'm mean and cold hearted! I don't even have feelings. You hate me!" She scream with tears finding their way down her cheeks and startling Logan. He had never, in all of his time in Port Charles, seen Maxie Jones cry. Not when Coop broke up with her, not when she fought with Lulu, not even when he said horrible, horrible things to her. Never a tear. But now? They were flowing.

"Tell me what happened." He ordered. She shook her head and bolted from the room heading straight for the stairs and rushing down them two at a time. Her plan hadn't worked. He hadn't played along.

"Maxie!" He yelled as he chased after her. He didn't know how he'd gotten himself tangled in this mess, whatever it was, but, he was in it. He couldn't back out now. His heart just wouldn't let him.

"No." She chocked as he caught her at the bottom of the stairs. She struggled with in his grasp and finally shook free enough to get her hands on a bowl. She quickly through the glass item at Logan, who barley was able to jump out of the way, and it smashed to the ground. As the shards scattered among the remains of the glass from the window, Logan wondered how he hadn't heard her break in.

"Leave me alone." She pleaded throwing another item from the counter at him. As he dodged item after item, Logan wondered for the millionth time why he hadn't just left her alone yet.

"You brought me into this the second you knocked on my door. Ow! Damn it Maxie that's a frickin' chair! What the hell is your problem?" He asked. Before anything else could be said, Mike stormed in, shot gun along side, ready to attack.

"Hey whoa Mike..." He warned holding his hands out.

"Logan? An..., Maxie?" He questioned squinting to see better. Dropping the gun he surveyed his restaurant. It was a mess. A hideous, broken mess. And, ironically so was the girl in front of him.

"Maxie. Sweaty I thought you were admitted to the hospital." Mike said turning his attention to the hiccupping blonde who was now standing completely still with her bleeding hand by her side.

"You've got to be shitting me." Logan muttered to himself thinking that this would some how come back and bite him in the ass.

"I broke everything." She responded quietly.

"It's okay, Maxie it's okay." Mike soothed making his way towards her. Apparently the older man was not entranced by the insane woman's blue eyes and he HAD noticed her hand. He discretely grabbed a cloth from the counter and gently wrapped it around her hand.

"Georgie would be so mad at me for doing this. She love it here and now it's all broken." She cried, covering her face with her free hand. Rubbing her back, Mike tried to assure her that no one would be upset. He lead her over to the stairs where there wasn't much glass or deb re and he sat her down.

"Logan, stay with her while I call someone to come and get her. Just, don't let her hurt herself again." He directed. Feeling annoyed that the older man knew than him, Logan let out a frustrated breath. The clock now read 2:43. It had only been ten minutes but, it felt like a life time. And, he had only become more confused as each minute passes.

"Mike, what is going on here?" He asked urgently. Wanting to know something, anything about what was happening.

"Georgie, she's ah... the killer got her." He whispered as his eyes filled up with tears. He shook them away quickly knowing that he had to take charge of the situation. Georgie had loved Maxie more than anything and Mike knew that she would want him to help her.

"What." Logan uttered in shock.

"Maxie was admitted to the hospital for shock after she found out. Looks like they weren't watching her close enough. Guess they didn't know they were dealing with Maxie Jones." He replied steering the conversation back to Maxie. SHE was the one they needed to focus on right now. It was too late to help Georgie.

"Guess not." Logan said looking back at the blonde who was softly hitting her head against the wall next to the staircase.

"Keep the pressure on her cut, and put something on yours." He said glancing at Logan's own hand. Until that moment the war vet had completely forgotten about his own pain. He made his way over to Maxie and took a seat beside her as Mike made his calls.

"Maxie." He whispered gently. Surprising him, she looked up and made eye contact. He could see the grief even more clearly now. It was so deep and devastating he almost had to look away.

"She used to crawl into my bed when we were little if she was scared. Mom and dad were always away so I would take care of her and make her feel better." She told him sniffling a bit.

"You were a good big sister." He said honestly as he took hold of her hand and pressed the cloth to it a little harder. It had never occurred to him until then, that Maxie had a past. One filled with horrors and disappointments, and laugh as well. She had a way of making a person recognize one moment at a time and nothing beyond or before it. But, looking back, from what he could tell and what he had heard, she really and truly was a great big sister.

"They gave me drugs to go to sleep and when I woke up I thought...the first thing I thought was..." She stopped to swallow the sob that had been rising in her throat. "I thought that tonight would be one of those nights where Georgie would come sleep in my bed. Because she was scared, she must have been scared when it happened." She finished. Logan clenched his jaw at the shear emotion in her voice and felt his heart break just a little. He eased her head onto his should and let her cry silently. She didn't need to explain her story or even finish it. It was clear exactly what she meant. He glanced over to see that Mike had finished on the phone and was watching them.

"Sam and Lucky are coming to pick her up. I spoke to Bobbie. Mac doesn't even know she was missing and Robin thinks it's best to keep it that way for now." He explained. Logan nodded. The three of them sat in silence with the occasional sob heard from Maxie. And then as the lights from Lucky's car shone through the window, Maxie lifted her head to look at Logan.

"Please... just say it." She asked quietly.

"I can't." He told her, knowing exactly what she meant.

"Why not?" She questioned.

"Because I don't hate you Maxie." He admitted pulling her back to him and allowing her to burry her face in his chest.

4 days later... "I forgot about that night."

"I'll never forget it.

"Logan, thank you for dealing with me but, I don't really want to talk.

"Okay, I'll leave if that's what you want."

"Don't leave. Just... can't we just sit here for a while."

"We can do that."

Authors Note: There you go. Chapter one. I'll try and post more soon. The story will be written mostly like the flashbacks are, with detail and what not. But, it would have too many actual flashbacks. Ya know? Anyway please let me know what you think! - Di