Just Acting: Part II

by Lissa Mahon

Rating: PG?

Disclaimer: I dont own any characters 'cept Logan's family... so ask me if you want to use them in a story. The rest of the characters belong to James Cameron and Charles Eglee and the writers at FOX.

Author's Note:: Please leave reviews, they're such a great help. Plus, the more reviews, the more likely I am to continue writing this story. I also want to ask all of you to write your own fanfic. I am so sick of seeing awesome shows like this get canceled and this is one way to boost the shows popularity. Thanx for your help! ~Lissa

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And Now I... the Story~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~Two Tears~~ by Hanson

For every tear that falls from your eye.

Two Tears fall from mine.

Max walked into Logan's apartment and began looking around. For the first time since she had met him, his apartment look disorganized and almost messy.

"Logan? You in here?" she called looking around the room.

She heard a familiar sound of the wheels of his chair coming from his bedroom and followed the sound. She found Logan in the corner unfolding a letter and scanned it quickly. A look spread across his face. It almost seemed like it was fear controlling the look on the face of Mr. Eyes Only.

Max had never seen this look, this lookof what seemed like fear and relief on his face, something she had never seen on Logan before. And there was just something in those deep sky blue eyes of his. Something that was going on and she needed to find out what it was.

"Knock, knock" she said softly.

Logan peered over the edge of his letter.

"Hey," he replied in an equally soft voice. There was clearly something on his mind.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked him hoping that he'd say yes.

"Yeah. Sure." he told her, obviously absorbed in the letter he was reading.

"So...What are you reading?" she asked him eagerly.

Logan folded up the letter again and looked at Max with a face filled with deep emotions.

"It was," he began, his voice beginning to crack, "a letter from my aunt. She knows this doctor who says he can help me walk again. There's some surgery that's been practically forgotten in this godforsaken country of ours. They said that if I leave tomorrow or the day after, that I might be able to walk by the time it's Rachel's wedding."

By the time he finished the story, his voice had been reduced to a whisper. /I must be missing something here./ Max thought.

"Well that's great then. You should be happy. In three weeks, you'll be able to walk again!"

Max closed her eyes for just a second and imagined herself dancing with Logan. The two of them moving to the same rhythm, the same beat. She was far into her daydream when Logan's familiar voice interrupted her intense thoughts.

"Max." he said, bringing her back to reality.

"I said he might be able to restore my ability to walk. There's about a 70% chance of success if things go well. If they don't-"

"If they don't then there's a 90% chance that I'll never be able to walk again." he told her.

He looked like a little boy. A scared, lonely, confused little boy and it took every bit of strength and every bit of her Manticore training to keep her from crossing the room and holding him in her arms and telling him that everything would turn out alright.

"Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna have the operation?" she asked him anticipating what could happen between them if he could move again. Once she was snapped back into the real world and out of her fantasies by Logan's voice -only this time, he didn't sound like his usually confident, optimistic self.

"I don't know Max. I don't know. I mean what if I risk it all and something goes wrong and--"

She cut him off "--nothing is going to happen to you" she assured him as she got up and kneeled at the bottom of his wheelchair taking his hands in hers. Her chocolate-colored eyes gazing directly into his. They were filled with promise as if she were trying to tell him that everything was going to be alright.

"Max, you don't know that. You don't know that everything is going to turn out right. No one knows that. Not you, not me, not even the doctor." he said raising his voice to a shout.

"I know it Logan. I know. You're going to be fine. In a couple of days, you're gonna leave and go to Montreal and when you come back three weeks later you'll be able to walk again and then you won't need me anymore. And you know that I always get what I want" she said with a crooked smile on her face. Logan managed a laugh from that.

But, Max's own voice surprised her. 'He wouldn't need her anymore'. She hadn't thought of that. What would she do if she didn't see Logan anymore? How would that change her life? The 'what-ifs' kept coming until Logan finally called her back yet again.

"Fine I'll go. I'll do it, but I still want you to come with me. There is no way that I am going to visit Aunt Meredith and her band of matchmakers without a kick-ass soldier to protect me." he said forcing a smile.

/I still need you. Not only to come to the wedding with me. But I need you after that and all the time too. Is that what you want? For me not to need you anymore? God, Max, why can't I just tell you this?/ he thought.

"Deal" she replied. Her old words echoing in her head 'and you won't need me anymore'. She didn't want that to happen, but this was a great opportunity for him -even if it meant taking him away from her.

Max glanced outside the window and noticed that the sun had set long ago.

"What time is it anyway?" she asked him.

"Late. You can crash here tonight if you want and go home tomorrow and pack."

She decided to take him up upon his offer after all, if she was going on vacation, she was going to need her beauty rest.

Max reluctantly let go of Logan's hands and got up from the floor. Before she left the room she turned and looked him right in the eye again and said,

"Goodnight" with a small smile on her face. Then, she bent down and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

Logan's eyes followed her to the doorway. /Please don't leave me./ he thought.

As she left the room, two tears fell from her eyes as she thought of how the events of the next few days could change her entire life.

The last thing Logan about before he fell asleep was of the smart, gorgeous, witty girl in the room next to him and how he didn't know what he would do if she ever left him. As he closed his eyes and fell asleep tiny tear trickled down his cheek.

The last thing Max thought was: /don't forget. It's just acting./