AN: Small rewrite new chapter up in the next few days.

"You don't have to tell me to be scared Logan, I'm already there." These words frightened Logan more than the Reds. He wanted to take this away for her, to take away all of the bad things in her life, Manticore, the reds, her boss, her nightmares, everything. But he couldn't, and they both knew it. He felt the overwhelming need to comfort her, to shoulder some of her pain himself. He wheeled in front of her trying to get her to look at him. When she wouldn't, he lifted her chin with his fingers until he could see the unshed tears in her eyes.

"It will be ok Max." Logan told her sincerely, "I am not letting anyone get you, I promise." He meant it too. He would protect her at all cost. Max looked deep into his sparkling blue eyes, and let herself believe that hear she would be safe, that he would be able to shield her from the cruel world. She moved into his arms surprising them both. Her body sought the comfort she knew she would find there, where she could pretend that she was a normal girl. He kissed her softly, and she let him. She seemed so fragile unlike the Max he had come to know. There kisses became more urgent and Max moved her body nearer to his needing his warmth. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that they shouldn't do this, she was too vulnerable. He tried to pull himself from her and by the third or fourth try succeeded. "Max we need to stop this…we shouldn't…." He was interrupted by her lips.

"Please Logan." Max almost begged against his mouth. "I just want to feel good." Max stopped kissing him long enough to sit and look him straight in the eye. "Please make me feel good." That was all Logan could take, he rolled them both to his room his lips never leaving her skin. They made love slowly and softly, Max let herself cry knowing he wouldn't see it in the dark. She tried to make herself believe that he could love her, that he wanted her, but she knew this was just pity.

Logan couldn't get enough of Max, she was perfection. He poured all of his feelings for her into each touch trying to show her that he cared, that she was precious, and she was wanted. Logan knew that she didn't love him, and was assured of that fact when he spotted a tear on her cheek. He understood that she just needed a warm body, and even his broken body would do her for tonight. Logan knew that this was just pity. She would be gone in the morning; his only hope was that she would come back.

She woke hours later, surprised that she had let herself fall asleep at all. She looked up at the man she was sharing a bed with. He looked so peaceful, and she felt so safe. What would be the harm in staying here, letting herself enjoy this for as long as possible? She knew that sooner or later he would wake up. He would regret what they had done, and she couldn't deal with it. She couldn't deal with the look on his face as he regreted what he had done the night before with a genetic freak. So she slipped out of his bed, out of his apartment, out of his life.

Logan awoke in the middle of the night alone. Max had run, like he had known she would. He was prepared for this, he saw it coming, but it still hurt. He didn't see or hear from her for almost a week, and every day he called Jam Pony checking that she had not left town all together. Then one day she let himself into his apartment where he caught her raiding his fridge.

"Hey, do you have any good left-overs?" She said casually as if this was any other day.

"Tons, no ones been eating them, check the fridge." She wanted to act as if it never happened fine, at least she would still be in his life, and he would always have the memory of that night.

After that night every time Max woke up, the few nights she did sleep, she woke up feeling his presence, but he was never there. There were times like the moment on the beach when she thought that he might want her, but she knew it was just wishful thinking. Max felt off lately, and then everything happened with Jace and she just knew what was wrong. She got a test a week later and watched as a little blue line appeared.

A soft hand stroked down her hair and back. Warm kisses were placed on her lips and neck. An arm was wrapped around her with a hand on her still flat stomach caressing it every now and then. His chest was her pillow she was cacooned in his warmth. All sences were full of Logan, it was perfect. This was a good way to wake up. Max started to shift in bed turning up to get a better look at Logan. Instantly his arms tightened around her.

"Don't go." He mumbled against her neck.

"Don't worry, I'm not leaving not this time." She smiled lovingly at him.

"So this was better than last time?" He asked as his fingers traced patterns on her back.

"This was perfect." She leaned over kissing his chest, not really wanting to think of the last time they ad shared this room, or the morning that had fallowed.

"No crying?" It was onl then that Max detected that little bit of anxiousness he was trying to hide.

"I didn't think you could see that last time." She half whispered not really wanting to admit that she had wept as he touched her.

"I almost didn't." Logan felt bad bringing this up now but couldn't stop himself.

"I thought you didn't want me." Came her simple explanation of that night and what happened afterwards. This shocked Logan he had come up with many explanations for the tears the last time they had been together. Never once had he thought that she was insecure. She was perfect, he just couldn't fathom Max believing that there was anyone that would not want her.

"Well then let me be perfectly clear this time," Logan said as he kissed her neck. "I" kiss "want" kiss "you" kiss "I love you Max." And Max knew true, there was no pretending this time, there was no nead.

"I need to get up." She said suddenly pulling away from him.

"No stay."

"Oh I plan to," Max smiled at her lover, "I need OC to cover for me at work." Logan marveled at her walking naked across the room to the phone. "Hey it's me," Max couldn't keep herself from smiling. "I got somewhere to be today can you cover for me at work with the bip Nazi? Thanks I owe you. I was nowhere, gotta go Cin bye." Max's cheeks started to get red. It was probably one of the most adorable things Logan had ever seen.

"So what would my girl like for breakfast?" Logan said finally getting up and transferring to his chair.

"I'm your girl?" Max asked innocently.

"Always."