Disclaimer: Dark Angel characters aren't mine, they're James Cameron's.
I walked down the stairs and watching Logan as I approached him. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I let my dress flow beside me, smiling at Logan.
"Dance with me," I asked him.
"I can't," he told me.
"Sure you can. Mind over matter."
"See," he started, "my problem is: I can't walk."
"I'm not asking you to walk. Just dance." I held my arms open for him to join me.
He stood from his chair and walked to me, "Who's dream is this, anyway? Yours, or mine?"
I softly smiled at him, stepping into his arms, "Don't ask me."
He tenderly touched my cheek and we began to dance.
We seemed to dance for hours, and then... Morning.
I awoke the next morning not knowing if what I told Logan was a dream, or if it had actually happened. I inhaled the smell of coffee as I took a deep breath before sitting up. Making my way toward the kitchen, I could hear some one rummaging in the cupboards.
Logan stood up from behind a counter as I entered the room.
"Good morning, beautiful," he smiled as I sat down on the other side of the counter. "I thought I'd cook you some breakfast," he continued, "considering all I ever seem to cook for you is dinner. Does Eggs Benedict and pancakes sound good to you?"
"Sounds great," I said, smiling brightly at him. "But where did you get all of these supplies? I know I never kept Joshua this stocked."
"I know," Logan nodded, serving me. "Bling did some shopping while I was up in Terminal City."
I nodded, looking around, "Where's Sketchy and Original Cindy?"
"Oh, they left for work about an hour ago."
That didn't sound like a good idea. "Are you sure they should have?"
Logan nodded, serving himself a plat. "Of course. Why should they put their lives on hold because of this? Besides, I told them if anything happened to call me."
"I guess you're right," I relented.
He sat down on the chair beside me and handed me the syrup. I looked weirdly at the bottle it was in. He looked at the bottle and then back at me, "What? Don't tell me you've never seen syrup before."
"Not that didn't come from a plastic bottle with a label on it," I told him.
He just laughed, "Well... This is better than that. It's homemade. Old Cale Family recipe."
"I guess I could give it a shot," I jibed.
And Logan laughed again. It had been a while since I had seen him laugh. I missed it. Damn this virus! If only I could just touch him.
"Logan," I said, turning toward my plate to pour the syrup, "about last night... did we get a chance to talk, or did I just fall asleep?"
"We talked... a little," he said quietly.
I had to look at him to see his expression.
He had a slight smile on his lips.
"So, I told you about Alec and me and how there was no Alec and me?" I asked, hoping I wasn't just revealing it to him now.
"You told me... You also told me a whole lot more," he remembered. "You even started to cry... So, I just held you... It felt so good to have you in my arms. I just wished I could have really held you."
I took a deep breath and started to eat my breakfast. It was very good... but then I've never been let down by Logan's culinary ability. After eating it all, I turned to look at him, smiling softly.
"Logan," I started... "I didn't happen to tell you a little secret last night, did I?"
"What typ of secret?" I could tell he was playing with me.
"An... emotional type of secret," I wasn't going to play back... Well, maybe a little.
"How emotional?"
I sighed. Maybe playing with this subject wasn't that great of an idea.
I shook my head and told him what I had told him last night, "I love you, Logan."
He smiled, "I love you too, Max."
"I've never loved anyone like I love you, and it just kills me inside that I can't really show you. I don't know if we'll ever get rid of this virus bitch."
Logan placed a hand on my shirt-covered shoulder and looked at me seriously, "Max, I know we will find a cure. Trust me." He withdrew his hand and stood up. "I mean, look at me. Dr. Carr said I'd never be able to walk again, but I am a walking miracle. If I can walk then a cure has to be out there somewhere."
I still wasn't sure, though but Logan's positive attitude did seem to help. I just wished we could find a cure and fast. I really hated not being able to touch the only man I had ever loved, and probably ever will. I didn't even truly understand the meaning of love until Logan. He was my definition of love.
After cleaning up the kitchen, we went into the living room to talk. Sitting on the opposite ends off the couch, we just stared at each other. The time seemed to tick by quickly. I don't' know how long we had sat there before either of us decided to say anything.
We both opened our mouths to say something at the same time, and at the same time began to laugh at ourselves.
"You go first," Logan said after a few moments of laughter.
I smiled and softly asked him, "When did you first realize you loved me?"
Logan gave me a look I had seen a billion times before. It was tender and heart-warming. Could all those times he'd given me this look before really be a look of love? He nodded, "It was almost two years ago." Logan seemed to be remembering fondly. "It was that night you came over after I'd paged you and you weren't feeling very well. It was that night that not even the tryptophan was helping.
"We were talking about where we were at the time the pulse hit." Logan stopped smiling, "It wasn't a very pleasant memory for you. Your shakes just seemed to get worse and worse for you. I wanted to call a doctor, do anything I could to make you feel better, but all you wanted me to do was stay with you... So, I did.
"That night, holding you in my arms... I was glad I was able to help, even though I know I didn't do that much–"
"But you did," I told him, cutting him off. "Just knowing you were there... made everything all better."
Logan smiled THAT smile again, "It was that night I knew, and it was that night I decided I'd wait for you to love me, if ever you did, before I'd let you know how I felt."
I shook my head, "I wish you would have just told me. We would have saved a lot of time, and hopefully I wouldn't have been given this virus."
Logan nodded, "We will find a cure, Max. We just have to be patient."
I nodded as well, "I know you're right. It's just the whole patience thing I've got a problem with."
Logan smiled, and I smiled. He knew I was right. He had the whole problem with the patience thing as well. He just did a better job at hiding it.
