A/N- Here's the next part, finally. Sorry it took so long, but I hope that it lives up to what you've all been waiting for. Thank you so much for all of the reviews you have been giving me so far. And don't worry, the shipper parts will be becoming more and more frequent! Also, I'll be working interchangeably with my other fanfic, A Stranger of the Night, so my next focus will be on the next chapter of that. Then, I'll be back to this one! So, here is the next chunk......

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Max's first reaction was that of fear. Then, reality set in. Crap. Can this day get any worse? "Devon, you really don't want to be doing this."

"On the contrary Max. I really do want to be doing this."

I really don't need this right now. "What are you going to do, shoot me? You do realize that if you want a girl to come over, it's generally not a good idea to point a gun at them."

"Yeah, well, I figured this was the only way to get your attention. Besides, what are you going to do now?"

"You'd be surprised at what I can do."

"I know you're fast Max. I've been watching you for a long time now, but even you can't avoid a bullet."

"Like I said, you'd be surprised." Max looked down at the floor. Should I do this and risk blowing my cover? Damn straight I should. Otherwise I could be here all night, and all I want to do is crash at Logan's. As much as I want to avoid a conversation with him, I'd much rather be stuck in a room filled with tension than spend five more minutes with Devon here. Ah well, here goes nothing. With a speed that only a person like Max could muster, Max lifted her leg in a front kick that sent the gun flying out of Devon's hand, and into her own. She quickly unloaded it, and threw it down the hallway. She looked to Devon's face, expecting to see one of shock, but all she saw was one of amusement. As she continued to watch him, he slowly raised his hands and began to clap. What the hell is he doing?

"Very good Max. Very good."

"Excuse me?" Max narrowed her eyes at Devon. When it became obvious that he wasn't going to answer her, Max took the opportunity to ask him another question. "What I want to know is, why is a delivery boy getting a gun delivered to him? And how did you know that it would be me who delivered it to you, because I'm assuming that gun was meant for me, or did I just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?"

"I let Normal keep my day's pay and in return, he made sure that you had this package on your last run."

Max was starting to get annoyed at this conversation. Her pager started beeping again, and she didn't even have to look at the number to know that it was Logan. I know Logan, I'll be there in a bit. She put her hands on her hips and shifted her weight onto her left leg. "That still doesn't answer why you had a gun delivered to pull on me."

"Lydecker sent me."

Max froze instantaneously. She stood straight up, totally rigid. "What?" Her voice was completely deadpan and her face betrayed no emotion at all.

"He knows you're here Max."

Max couldn't believe her ears. This guy, Devon, knew Lydecker. And now, he knew her. Rather, he had known her, but now she knew that he was more than just a simple delivery boy that was trying to hit on her. "How...?"

"...do I know Lydecker?"

Max could only nod her response. Even with her level of confidence, once the name Lydecker was uttered by anyone's lips, that confidence was quickly shattered.

"He's my dad."

Every clear thought and image evaporated from Max's brain. She acted on pure instinct. She moved at a blinding speed and lunged towards Devon. She grabbed his left arm and twisted it around his back as she spun around him. Reaching around with her free arm, she encircled his neck and applied pressure until she could feel him go limp in her arms. As he slid to the floor, she pulled him in to his apartment. She laid him on the floor as she quickly looked around the room. The room was sparsely furnished, as if Devon had only meant to be there for a short time. Straight ahead was a window that looked straight into the building across the alleyway, and right below it was a very well used couch. To her left was a mattress with a few sheets and pillows on it, and a small duffle bag beside it. To her right was a door that must've led to the bathroom, and a small kitchen. In the kitchen Max saw what she was looking for. A single wooden chair sat near a table. She walked to the chair, picked it up and brought it to the middle of the room. Max then quickly looked around for something that could be used to tie him up, but saw nothing. Her eyes focused on the small duffel bag beside the mattress, and she went to investigate. She knelt down beside it and looked inside. There, she only found a few clothes. Frustrated, she got up and walked over to the bathroom, stepping over the unconscious form of her co-worker as she passed him. She opened the door, and like the rest of the apartment, there was little in there. The only personal effects were a bottle of cologne, a brush, a toothbrush, and some toothpaste. In the shower was a small piece of soap. Well at least he washes. That's a lot more than I can say for a lot of people I know. Max walked back into the apartment, her mind racing, trying to think of something she could use to tie Devon up with. This won't hold him for long, but it'll have to work. Max walked back over to the duffle bag, once again stepping over Devon in her travels, and pulled out two pairs of socks. She picked Devon up, and threw him in the chair. Using a sock on each leg, she tied his lower body to the legs of the chair. She stretched one of the remaining socks as much as she could, and after pulling both of Devon's arms behind the chair, secured his hands together with the sock. She walked around to the front of him, and shoved the remaining sock in his mouth so that he couldn't scream for help. Semi-satisfied with her work, Max spun around and high-tailed it out of there, as her paged beeped at her once again. I'm coming Logan! I'm coming!

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Logan paced around his apartment. Where the hell is she? She never ignores my pages for this long. Something must have happened. No Logan, you can't think like that. Everything is fine. She's probably at Crash or something, and forgot to change her pager to vibrate so she can't even hear it. But she has super sensitive hearing! She could hear it a mile away. Something's wrong. I can feel it. Logan didn't know what to do. He kept pacing, and shoving his hands through his hair, as though doing this would somehow make an idea come into his head as to where Max was. Just as he was about to go to the phone to call her pager again, his front door burst open. "Max! Where have you been! I've been..."

"I know. I know Logan! Trust me, I would really have liked to have been here sooner!" Under normal circumstances, that last utterance could have meant something totally different, but now, it was in all seriousness. "We have a problem, or, actually, I have a problem. You know that guy Devon that I've been telling you about?" Max brushed past Logan on her way to the couch. She was exhausted from her ordeal, and needed to sit down.

Logan turned with Max, and followed her to the couch, and stood in front of her. "Yeah, I actually did some research on him. That's why I was paging you. I think he may be from Manticore."

"You're kind of late on the info there Logan. He is from Manticore. And do you want to know how I found out?" Max sprung up, and began to pace around the room. "I was leaving work, when Normal gave me another package. I went to deliver it, and keeping in with the luck I've been having today, the receiver was none other than Devon. Now, wanting to get out of there as fast as I could, I turned to leave, but do you think I could? God no. That would be too easy for a person like me. No, I had to hear the sound of a gun, from the package I had just given him, being cocked inches behind my head!" Max was furious as she recalled the events to Logan. The second that she mentioned the word gun, Logan became nervous.

"Are you ok?"

Max stopped pacing to look Logan right in the eye. "No Logan, he took me in to his apartment, and shot me. Of course I'm ok! I'm standing here talking to you, aren't I?"

"Well, I was just..."

"Whatever Logan. You weren't the one with a gun to your head a few minutes ago."

Logan watched Max as she started to pace again. He could see that even though she seemed furious, she was genuinely scared. Something was not right here, and he wanted to find out what, and quick. "What happened?"

"I disarmed him, and knocked him unconscious. But not before he told me something that I really did not want to hear."

"That being...?" Logan was getting apprehensive now. He wanted to know what kind of danger Max had fallen into this time.

"He's Lydecker's kid."

Logan froze. "Lydecker has a kid?"

"Exactly what I was thinking. I know someone was insane enough to actually marry him, but have a kid with him? I mean, come on, that's just wrong."

"Max, you're looking at this the wrong way. He could be another one of Lydecker's creations."

"Logan, I'm not an idiot. I thought about that, but this kid put up no fight whatsoever. He is a flesh and blood human, with no fighting skills at all." Suddenly feeling tired again, Max made her way to the couch. Logan followed her, and absent mindedly, she laid her head on his lap.

"What did you do with him?" Logan was surprised at Max's show of affection, but he wasn't going to complain. He began to stroke her curls, and run his fingers through her hair, just as he had done the night before.

"I tied him to a chair with his socks." Max started to chuckle. That is pretty lame.

Logan couldn't help but laugh too. "You tied him to a chair with his socks?"

Still laughing Max answered him. "I know, I know. But the kid had nothing in his pad! I mean, everyone should at least have a telephone cord or something! All I can say is, I am so not going into work tomorrow. Normal can deliver his own packages for a change. I think I can get a sick day from him."

"Would you like to spend the night here?" Please say yes! Please!

"Yeah, I think I will, if you don't mind. I am so exhausted from my piece of crap day. I don't think I can even remember where I live at this point in time."

Thank you dear god! "I'll go set up the guest bedroom for you then."

Max turned her face towards him, and suddenly realized that she had laid her head in his lap. She shot up, and got off the couch. "Thanks Logan. I think while you're doing that, I'll take a shower. You don't mind do you?"

Logan was a little surprised at Max's abrupt movement, but like with everything else with Max, one has to expect the unexpected. "Sure, that's fine. You know where everything is." Logan got up, and headed towards the guest bedroom as Max wondered over to the bathroom.

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Max came out of the bathroom to find Logan fast asleep on top of his bed. She felt the urge to cover him up with a blanket since he seemed to have passed out before he got the chance, but her instincts made her just walk on past. On second thought. Using all of her strength, Max walked over to the bed, and pulled a blanket over the sleeping form of Logan. She leaned into his face and whispered into his ear. "Goodnight Logan." Max stood back up, and walked into the guest bedroom, and climbed into bed to hopefully sleep away a really bad day.

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He felt like the luckiest man alive. No, he knew he was the luckiest man alive. The events of the past evening were reeling through his head as he drove. They both had decided to leave town for a few days after everything that had happened, and were now on their way to his uncle's cabin for some much needed R&R. He looked down at his sleeping beauty, whose head was nestled gently on his shoulder, and smiled, knowing full well that she was finally his. He wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, and began to gently caress her arm. He was careful to keep an eye on the road, but kept sneaking glances at his girl. Whether it was the slight bumps in the road, or the feel of his hand upon her arm, the girl awoke and lifted her head so that she could look into the eyes of her man and smile. Her smile turned into a wicked grin, and she leaned back into his neck, this time with her lips. She began to suckle his neck, and after a few moments she stopped and pulled back to look at her handiwork. Where her lips had been only moments before, a small purple bruise was starting to form. She smiled, and dove in for more. This time, she reached over with her hand, and started to stroke her man's inner thigh as she attacked his neck. He reached with his free arm, and held her head to his neck as she sucked. Her hand started to move higher and higher along his thigh, causing him to become more and more excited.

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Logan woke up with a start. He quickly scanned the room to see that he was in his own room, and not the one at his uncle's cabin. He let out a sigh, and then became very frustrated. "Damn it! What is with those dreams?"

"What dreams?"

"Max! What are you doing here?" Logan, startled by the voice in his room, especially HER voice, propped himself up on his elbows to see Max leaning against the doorframe to his room. He looked down at his disheveled blanket, and slowly the night's events came back to him. That's right. She came here after her encounter with Devon, and while she was taking a shower, I must've fell asleep here on the bed. But how did I get covered up? Max must've done it. Wow. Oh my god, why did I ask her why she was here? That was just stupid!

"Well good morning to you too! I was just coming to check on you to see if you were awake or not. Since you are, I'm going in to work. I figured I might as well keep my mind on something other than Devon, and what better way than to be around Normal and think of all the ways that I can tell him off. See ya." With that, Max spun on her heels and left, leaving Logan to think about his dream, and what exactly the day will bring him with Max.

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