Between and during seizures, Max ran a high fever. Bling tried to control it somewhat with cold compresses. Waking up all of a sudden to a strange touch on her forehead, Max sat up abruptly with fear in her eyes.

"It's ok Max, it's just me." Bling tried to comfort her.

Looking around the room, she asked "Where's Logan?"

"Not here." he replied simply, hoping she wouldn't question any further, but of course, he wasn't in luck.

"Tell me where he is Bling. What happened to him?" she asked, dangerously close to snapping, more so then she would have normally been, because of the strain of all the seizures.

"He...."

"He what? Bling! tell me!" practically screaming now, Max was in a frenzy.

Not able to bear the agonized look in her eyes, he told her "Logan went to see Mr. Kelly, who has some medicine that will help you..."

Not waiting for him to finish, Max stoop up, somewhat shakily, emotions welling up inside her.

"Max, you can't go after him, he wouldn't want you to, and besides, you can barely stand up."

Her mind told her that Bling was right, it could be a suicide mission, but her heart couldn't let her stay while Logan could be in danger. Making up her mind, she said "I'm going, and not you, or anybody can stop me." ((Why am I doing this? I don't know...But I know I have to...))

Sensing the hidden passion, and danger in her words, Bling backed off, helpless. "Max" he said as she started out.

"What?" she asked impatient to get going

"Logan would want you to be careful...so do I."

Giving him a silent thanks, she walked out the door, a single tear trailing down her cheek.((Logan, please be alright...if you die, I'll kick your ass...))




{Kelly Mansion} same day

Going right up to the front door, Logan hesitated before ringing. ((what have I gotten myself into? oh well, it's too late now)) he thought as he pushed the buzzer. Almost immediately the giant door creaked open to reveal a heavily armed guard. "What da ya want" he demanded sharply

"I'm here to see Mr. Kelly.."

"You got an appointment?" the man asked before Logan could finish

"Well, um, no. But I think Mr. Kelly will want to talk to me once he knows why I'm here."

"Nice try buddy, sorry to ruin your day" As the guard closed the door, Logan wedged in a wheel to stop it.

"Hey!"

"Tell Mr. Kelly that Logan Cale is here to see him." he said very slowly

"Why should I?"

"Just do it"

Grumbling, the man left and a few minutes later returned, roughly grabbing hold of Logan's wheelchair, pushing him down a hall. The guard stopped at a large door, knocking 3 times, then pausing and knocking 5 times, waiting until he heard the reply, then unceremoniously shoved Logan into the room, dumping him on the floor.

With a smug smile on his face the guard said "opps, sorry."

A voice from the corner of the room drew Logan's attention "Hello Mr. Cale, how nice to meet you. Anything I can get you?"

"How about for starters, my wheel chair" he said, glaring at the guard who had dumped him on the floor.

Nodding to the guard, Mr. Kelly continued as the guard shoved the wheelchair in Logan's general direction.

"Now, Mr. Cale, I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something...you see, I seem to be missing a very important item of mine..."

Logan pulled himself up into his chair and turned to face Mr. Kelly.

"Actually, I was hoping myself, that you could help me...by giving me some Typtrotatin."

"Really? What's that? Never heard of it, whatever do you need it for?" smiling innocently at Logan, Mr. Kelly twiddled his thumbs.

"What's important is that I seem to have gotten hold of a certain disk...now, I would be open to a trade...." both men stared at each other, hate and contempt in their eyes.

"Give me the disk, or you will be six feet under."

"What tells me that even if I do give it to you, you still won't kill me?" ((great job Cale, what are you doing here? you'll never get it this way))

"Well now, that's your dilemma, not mine. So, what will it be? Keep the disk and lose your life?" Mr. Kelly looked up and nodded, all of a sudden all the exits were blocked, and there was a man holding a gun to Logan's head. "Or give up the disk, and keep your life?"

As he finished, something crashed into a nearby window, sending the guard at Logan's head, flying across the room. Max came through the broken window and quickly jumped on Mr. Kelly, holding a knife to his throat.

"How about neither. Now, here is what your gonna do. Give us the drugs, and you live, try to fight back-" at this she glared at the guards "and you die" she ended simply.
"So, what's it gonna be?" Feeling a small prick in the small of her back, Max tensed up, then disregarded it as Mr. Kelly motioned to the guard closest to the door, whimpering

"Get the safe" after which the guard left.

"No funny business now." Max told him, putting the knife closer to his neck.((or you're dog food))

Coming back a few minutes later, the guard set the safe on the desk next to his boss.

"Open it" Max demanded "Now" she said, her voice dripping with venom

Shakily, Mr. Kelly opened the safe, and pulled out bottles of pills. Grabbing them, and stuffing them in her jacket, Max stood up, pulling Mr. Kelly along with her.

Looking at Logan with obvious relief, she started towards the door. A guard quickly moved in front of her. "Don't even think about it" she said, as she drew the knife yet closer to it's target. "Or pretty boy here gets it" Not sure what to do, the guard moved aside. Grabbing his gun as he passed by her, Max tossed it to Logan.

"It's been so nice meeting y'all, but I have to go take a bath after being in here with you scum." Still holding the knife to Mr. Kelly's neck, she backed out the door and was quickly followed by Logan. Making their way outside, Max threw Mr. Kelly in a nearby car, knocking him out as she did so. "Get in" she hollered at Logan, who, still somewhat stunned, obeyed.

Hot wiring the car was the easy part, getting out wasn't. As she started the car, what seemed like tons of guards, came streaming out of nearby buildings. Firing at the departing car, a few made contact, breaking the back window, and putting out both tail lights.

Logan could tell Max was very upset, and apparently still seizing, her hands vibrating on the wheel.

"Max" he began

"Don't you ever do something stupid like that again! You could have been killed!" she spat out, as she looked in the mirror, trying to control her raging emotions, as well as the steering wheel.

"I couldn't just sit by and let you die Max,"

"And what good would you dying be to me?"

Surprised by the emotion in her voice, Logan looked over at her, only to see her trying to wipe away tears...

Changing the subject, Logan said, "Why don't you let me drive."

"You can't, the pedals"

Not needing to, or wanting to be reminded of that, he said "I'll steer, you do the foot work"

Realizing how shaky she was getting, Max agreed. Scooting over, Logan sat next to her, reaching across with his right hand to steer, his other arm gently resting on Max's shoulder...