Jeff emerged a short time later. He changed from the previous night's black attire and into a dark blue tank and his somewhat tie dyed blue and white jeans. He'd brushed his green and purple back neatly into a ponytail and pulled it back through the elastic a bit so it wasn't hanging down his neck. She was horsing around with Cj and Daryl when he threw the bag over his shoulder and stood to the side of her.

"So what's the plan today little brother?" Matt quizzed clearly amused by the whole developing situation. Clearly he was still unconvinced that they had only fallen asleep together.

"I think that would be a question for her, 'cause until it's time for dinner, it's her show today."

She grinned wickedly and slipped an arm through Jeff's and started pulling him out the door. She closed the door behind her thus drowning out the yelling , hooting, and heckling from inside her room.

"Oh my god, morons." she stated finally.

After coming out of the elevator and out onto the street they were both chattering about what to find for breakfast. It was only about nine o'clock. Logan's stomach let out a vicious rumble. Jeff slowly turned to look at her abdomen bewildered, and trying to avoid looking at the slashes in her top revealing the pvc bra underneath.

"Ok now I know we gotta get some food into you" he laughed and slung an arm around her shoulders. She tried to tell her stomach to shush, but it just answered back violently.

"It answers back? Nice." he said amused. Logan playfully shoved him and told him to keep walking. She slid back up next to him and pulled his arm around her waist. He looked at her quizzically. She smiled.

"I want you close to me."

He smiled in return and tightened the hold on her as they walked through the Manhattan streets. They found a little diner boasting about the best fried bacon and eggs and best pancakes on their windows. It was as good as any place to start.

For starters, he had never seen a girl of her slender but curvy shape, with such a large healthy appetite. It was refreshing and amusing all at once. She had coffee, a full English breakfast, a serving of pancakes and a bagel. He pretty much had nearly the same thing. He was just dumbfounded by her. She looked at him seeing his amused expression. She shrugged.

"I can't stand the thought of being a skinny bitch who doesn't eat. I work out hard to keep what I got." she stated again very matter-of-factly.

He laughed and sat back. She just kept on surprising him. Over coffee he learned she lived and breathed music. Even on time off, she was always writing and recording. But to his joy he discovered her love of art. Apparently she did that constantly too. Someone who shared his passions. He hadn't ever dared to dream he'd find someone like him. Especially after his last disaster of a relationship that went on almost as long as his career.

"Now really tell me something no one knows."

Her expression turned rather serious. She coughed as she thought about her answer. The biggest secret she had kept from public knowledge.

"I was divorced and at risk of being paralyzed by the time I was twenty four."

Jeff hadn't imagined something so heavy. He pushed the subject.

"Tell me."

"I'm pretty sure the last thing you wanted to hear was that I was married before."

Jeff smiled. He really appreciated that she was straight up with him.

"Our pasts contribute to who we are now. Tell me."

She looked into his emerald gaze. He wasn't afraid. It near well took her breath away. She cleared her throat and leaned forward on the diner table.

"I was twenty, young, naive, and pretty much believed the first loser who told me he loves me." She started.

" Long story short. We were married within months. After a while we were always arguing and then we got to the point of shoving and throwing things. Our tempers clashed. God that should been the first sign. But no, rose colored glasses and all. He hated that I was a musician and a touring one at that. Expected me to give it all up. Finally towards the end of things, one night, I was trying to tell him that I was likely pregnant. We argued. He pushed me down a set of stairs."

She watched Jeff's face he hadn't changed his demeanor nor did he look scared of her story.

"My brothers found me in my house in the nick of time and got me to a hospital. That's where I woke up. At the time I could feel my legs but I couldn't move anything from the ribs down. The very pessimistic doctors said that I would not likely be walking anytime soon. I thought like hell." Logan stared straight into Jeff's eyes. "I checked myself out thirteen days later and walked out."

Jeff stared at her momentarily. He took her hand and kissed the back of it. He played with her fingers.

"That's a hell of story."

She shrugged. It was the past. It was nothing any more. To be fair, he told her about his past relationship and how it ended. She watched and listened to every word.

"You're astonishing you know that?" he asked rhetorically.

"My little diatribe didn't scare you off or weird you out?"

Jeff smiled and shook his head. Hell no was he letting this one slip through his fingers.

"We all have a past. What matters is the people we are now."

They left the diner and continued to wander around Manhattan.

After awhile of walking and sharing ideas, like what inspires, comparing ipod playlists, favorite quotes and lines. It went on for hours. They almost passed a red neon sign saying Manhattan Ink. Logan grinned. She tugged on Jeff's arm. He spied the sign and nodded. Logan all but dragged him down the stairs into the parlor.

The large well-built man behind the counter addressed them. He was of latin decent with a heavy brooklyn like accent. He had a blue and white tartan bandana tied around his head and pulled so far forward that it rested along his brow and obscured his eyebrows and forehead. He was heavily tattooed. A lot of forties traditional pin up style work. Even had some tribal ink going from his the edge of his bottom lip and all the way down his neck to his collar. It was impressive.

"How can I help you?"

"We're looking to get ink together."

"Know what you want yet?"

"I have an idea already, but can I work on it for a few minutes?"

"Sure. You can draw?"

"Yup."

The man passed a large piece of butcher's paper and a sharpened pencil to Logan and Jeff and wandered off to set up his station. Logan and Jeff went and sat on the leopard print couch against the wall near the entrance to work on a design. Logan began sketching madly but with detail. She had put down a large raven in flight. Large spread wings. On the raven's face around one eye she had marked out in white the slight detail of the shape of her eyeliner, while on one of the wings the hint of a green stained feather and a purple stained feather. Above the raven in an old school tattoo text she wrote 'Dreaming' and then under the raven in the same text 'Fearless'.

"Dreaming Fearless" murmured Jeff as he looked it over. It was dark and detailed yet simple and the personal touches made it hit home inside. It was perfect.

"Let's do it." He said finally. Logan beamed.

They handed over the sketch to the tattooist. He looked it over and tidied it up then went to make the transfer stencil.

"Ladies first" he said when he was ready and patted the chair.

Logan pulled her shirt up so that she was just in the pvc bra. She wanted it going across the top of her chest following with her collar bone. 'Dreaming' would go just along her collar and 'Fearless just above the where her bosom started with the raven spread out in between with its wings spread wide. She gritted her teeth as the needles bore down on her flesh and rattled against her chest bone. Jeff took a page from Logan's book so to speak and had it down across his solar plexus, the wings curving with his ribs and muscle.

Four and half hours later and they left newly inked. They both surprising bled very little. Jeff took out his phone. His turn to surprise the boys. He lifted his tank and inverted the camera phone. He clicked ok and the camera flashed and took a photo of his new tattoo. He then packed the photo up into a message and sent it to Matt. He waited for a few minutes and then his phone indicated a message had been come back. He flipped it open grinning and read the response.

"oh god not again jeff. Bro, you needed more ink? Don't tell me you got one together? You got it bad boy."

Jeff smiled generally amused. Logan peered over his arm and read it. She turned her face up to Jeff.

"He doesn't get the self expression thing does he?"

Jeff laughed and shook his head.

"A five year old finger painting has more artistic expression than he does."

"Have you ever told him that?"

"Numerous times."

"You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink" she quoted shaking her head. He was still amused by her mannerisms and her accent. Logan looked at him cheekily. He was starting to fear these wild expressions of hers. It meant she was gonna say or do something cheeky or mental. He was starting to see sometimes both, as his now aching abdomen told him.

"So do you?" she asked smiling wicked as she tended to do.

"Do what" he was slightly confused.

"Got it bad?"

He realized she was referring to the last part of Matt's message. Did he have it bad? He studied her. He thought about how she'd been making him think and feel since the moment she had strolled up to him the day before looking for a light. Had it really been only since yesterday? He looked at her eyes that staring back at him, burying themselves in him. He knew his answer.

"Damn straight I got it bad." He told her confidently.