AN: I was always fascinated by how White was the perfect husband even while being the Conclave's head honcho. This is the kind of impression I get with Logan. He's not cold and callous when he's with Max. He's a model husband.
Rated M – eventual sex, violence & coarse language. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: If I owned DA it would have never made it to air. I would be too busy getting nasty with Jensen Ackles.
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Three months later…
Logan reached down and stroked his wife's hair, picking up the glass from her bedside table. When they'd found a cure he had been genuinely pleased. He thought they would dance around a bit more, a couple more years of longing looks and hand holding. Then he'd gotten the call.
Logan loved her. He loved her with more passion than he'd ever felt in his life. But what White was offering was too important to pass up. A world without illness. Millions of lives would be saved. The economy would improve as America became the leading force in medicine. An end to the depression. All he had to do, was submit her to White.
White had been far more reasonable than Logan had ever expected. He gave him a choice. Logan could bring Max to him then and there, or he could join the ranks of the Conclave. Killing the first two children, and bringing the third into the cult. A living profession of his love long after she had died.
He smiled at her and walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen, whistling as he washed out the glass. A small voice in the back of his mind screamed at him for what he had done. How could he do this? Drug his wife, kill his child. But after the time he'd spent watching all the people suffering in the streets while considering White's offer, he had learned to block the voices. Instead of pondering the moral ramifications of his actions, he took comfort in the knowledge that if Max had been given a choice, she would have chosen the same.
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Max woke up and slipped her hand over the slight swell of her stomach. She was pregnant. She was pregnant. Every day she felt the need to remind herself. It seemed so surreal that a test tube concoction could be happy living in a world that by all rights, didn't want her. Married to the man of her dreams and bearing his child, living a life reminiscent of a pre-pulse era.
She felt a stab of guilt as she remembered the people that had been left behind. Sketchy had followed Alec a couple of days after he'd left. Saying it was intimidating being the only man in the group. Original Cindy had moved to Europe six months after Max's wedding. Her excuse was a new job, but there was no new job, Max had checked. Deep down she knew Cindy had left because of her relationship with Logan.
She sighed and shook her head. There was no point in thinking about things she couldn't change. A wave of dizziness hit her as she got to her feet with such force she almost had to sit down again. What the hell? She stumbled forward, holding on to the wall and inching her way towards the door.
"Logan?" she called towards the stairs. There was no reply. "Logan!" she called louder and still only met with silence. Must be talking to someone. Probably about saving bunnies from genetically empowered ants. A smiled teased her lips and she moved towards the stairs, her head clearing for a few minutes. Shakily she took her first step, biting her lip when she almost fell forward. A little voice suggested going down the stairs in her condition might not be safe. But that voice was drowned out by the giddy feeling of falling. Like being pushed high on a swing, though where that memory came from she had no idea. There weren't any swings at Manticore.
It was a game. A balancing game and this time when she bit her lip, it was to stop herself from laughing. She took another step, her heel teethering on the edge, the swaying releasing a giggle. With a confidence she shouldn't have felt, she took a third step, and fell. Screaming as she tumbled down the stairs landing with a sickening crack on the floor.
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When Max opened her eyes, she was back in her bed. It was dark outside, and she felt…empty. Her eyes slammed shut. No, no, no, no, no! A hand gripped hers and tears flooded down her face. She knew. Pain was shooting thorough her skull but she would have suffered one hundred times worse just to lose the hollow feeling in her stomach. Her baby was gone.
"Oh God, I was so stupid. Why was I so stupid?" she sobbed and Logan's arms came around her. They were void of the warmth they usually held. Where they used to make her feel safe, they now made her cold and angry. Why wasn't he crying? She pushed the thought away knowing he was being strong for her.
"We can try again" he murmured brushing his lips across her hair. An involuntary shudder went through her. She pursed her lips. Logan loved her, he was trying to make her feel better and she wasn't going to push him away like she had everyone else. Like she had Joshua. Like Alec.
She dug her fingers into Logan's arms until her knuckles turned white. They would try again. This time, she would take no chances.
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Logan excused himself from his wife's side when the phone rang. She told him he could answer it, and he told her she needed her rest anyway. A sense of pride filled him as he exited the room. His emotional control had greatly improved over time, it occurred to him that White would be pleased he was making the transition so quickly. Even without the generations of selective breeding.
"From my blood, I have taken" the deep voice said.
"From my covenant, I am unmade" Logan replied.
"Fe'nos tol, brother." The voice said mockingly and a wry grin spread across Logan's face. White. "I trust 452 is as well as expected"
"She's grieving the loss of her son" Logan replied making sure to add a tone of righteousness.
White laughed, a guttural sound that left no humor. "Of course, and her white knight is grief stricken as well. No matter, the Conclave is extremely impressed by your commitment to the cause. Drugging you're wife…a number of them didn't think you had the balls to do it."
Logan bristled, well aware of the thin line he walked with the elders. "I hope they see now their faith is not misplaced"
"Yes, yes. They look forward to the time they'll welcome you and your child into the order. Providing you don't lose your nerve with the second one."
Logan smiled at the implication of the phrase. "I bow to the wisdom"
"See that you do." The line went dead. It didn't matter. Logan knew what he had to do, and that the Conclave would be watching.
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Thanks to everyone who commented and added this to their story alerts.
The first few chapters will go up quickly since they're already written. Should probably have mentioned this is a little AR because some people who were dead are now alive (like Biggs). But the dead thing is the only thing AR everything else is coming off the cannon.
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