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Max walked into Jam Pony, feeling slightly disappointed with Logan's reaction to her this morning. Maybe it's just because I'm not over there a lot. I wonder what he meant about those dreams? Maybe I'll ask him tonight. Yeah, I think I'll drop in on him.

"Hey boo!"

"Hey!"

"Did you hear the good news?"

"No, what's that?"

"Normal's stick is further up his butt than usual, and his boy Devon never bothered to show up, so Normal fired his ass! That kind of sucks though, because now Original Cindy can't lay the smack down on his ass."

Max could only laugh at her friend, and her own seemingly good fortune. Not only does it look like she won't have to work with Devon, he seems to have skipped town. Maybe he's off telling Lydecker where I am. Max froze with this thought.

"What's wrong sugar?"

"Hmmm? Oh, nothing."

"Well, it seems like something."

"Oh, I was just thinking that now with Devon gone, Normal's going to be busting our chops even harder than usual!"

"Yeah, well, we don't work for him normally, so what's going to make us do it today?"

"True, true."

"Max! Hot run! 1215 Correl Street!"

Max caught the package that was thrown her way, rolled her eyes and smiled at Cindy. "It's going to be a fun day!"

"You got that right. So what's the dealio with you staying at your boy's place last night. Original Cindy knows all."

"Well, if you know all, you don't have to ask, do you." Max smirked at her friend.

"Hmmm."

"Meet you here for lunch?"

"Sounds good."

"Coo, see ya boo."

"Bye!"

Max turned around and walked out of Jam Pony for her first run of a very long day.

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After lunch with Cindy, it became obvious to Max that if she kept taking packages that were the furthest away from Jam Pony, she could take her time, and Normal wouldn't say anything about it. As the working day drew to a close, Max took one more package and headed out the door. She made her way through the sector checkpoints and eventually was on her way back when she neared one of the many outdoor markets that Seattle now had. Max decided to stop and look around. Maybe there's something here that I can get for Logan to cook tonight. Max slowly walked her bike through the rows and rows of vendors. She looked up from the vendor that had some fresh fruit, when she noticed Logan walking towards her. They made eye contact and he began to walk over to her. "Hey."

"Hey yourself. Shouldn't you be at work?"

Max shrugged and looked away. "Nah, I just finished my last run, and I kind of got distracted."

"Hmmm. Well, since you're here, would you like to help me shop?"

"Um, sure, I just have to make a phone call. Wait here, k?"

"Ok."

Max turned with her bike and headed towards the payphone that she had past moments ago, careful not to smile until her back was turned towards Logan. She put her money in the machine and dialed. After a few rings, someone picked up. "Cindy?"

"Yeah."

"Hey boo, it's me. I was wondering, could you tell Normal that I got held up by the sector police or something and that I won't be bringing in the signature sheet until tomorrow?"

"Sure boo, how come?"

Max smiled into the phone. "Something came up that I have to take care of."

"Whatever, hope you have fun! Later."

"Bye." Max hung up the phone and walked back to where she had left Logan. "Ok, that's done. So what are we looking for?"

Logan handed Max a canvas bag that she slung over her arm. "Just some fruit, vegetables....maybe some chocolate if we can find it." Logan looked over to Max with a sly grin plastered all over his face. He wanted to see her reaction, but she simply looked away to begin canvassing the vendors around them.

After about an hour of looking, the pair had filled up the two bags with groceries, and were on their way back to Logan's apartment. They chatted idly about nothing in particular, and finally made it to Fogle Towers. The two of them rode the elevator to Logan's apartment, and arrived at the penthouse floor. Max and Logan walked into his apartment with the bags of groceries from the market place and walked side by side towards the kitchen counter, where they put the bags down. They both started to empty the contents when Max finally broke the silence. "I can't believe all this stuff keeps happening to me."

Logan stopped unloading the bags' contents and looked at Max. "What do you mean?"

Max stopped as well, leaned on the counter with one arm, and put her other hand on her hip that now cocked outwards slightly, thus moving her into a position that she was able to see Logan with fully. "I mean, this whole thing with Devon. Why do these people keep looking for me?" Max turned back to unloading the groceries, and noticed that Logan did the same. "Why can't I just be like a normal person, with no one looking to kill me, and with people who care about me."

"You do have that Max."

"I don't feel like I do."

"I'm sure I could find an entire room of people who care about you."

"Yeah? Well when did you start to care so much about me."

"Probably the day I fell in love with you." Logan couldn't believe that he actually uttered that out loud. He grabbed a few of the food items that were in front of him and started walking towards the fridge to put them away.

Max stopped pulling things out of her bag. Did he really just say that? It took Max a second to compose herself, but finally she did. "Do you know what you just said?"

Logan came back from the fridge to gather a few more items to put away. He stopped and looked at Max, and then continued on. "Yeah, it kind of slipped out."

Max looked at Logan's back as he was busy putting some fruit in the fridge. The tension in the room became too great for her, and once again, she relented to the little voice inside her head that told her to run. Putting down the items of food that she had in her hand, she grabbed her coat that she had thrown on the kitchen table, and started to walk out. "Um, I forgot Logan, I'm supposed to be meeting the girls at Crash. I'll be back in a few hours." With that Max turned, and high-tailed it out of there. I don't know if I can handle this.

Logan tensed when he heard Max's voice after his lame excuse of it just slipping out. It didn't just slip out. You wanted her to hear that. But now she's gone. She said she'd be back this evening, but I wouldn't count on it. Logan kept his back to Max as she walked out of his apartment, and when he heard the front door open and close, Logan stepped away from the fridge, and let out a very large sigh. Admitting defeat for the moment, Logan continued on with putting away his groceries.

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Max leaned heavily against Logan's door, and breathed out a huge sigh of relief. I really don't think I could have stayed in there much longer. Did he really mean what he said? He couldn't have, could he? He was pretty upset that I left so suddenly. I mean, what am I doing? I'm not meeting the girls at Crash. What am I going to do? Max let her body go on auto-pilot because she figured that that was the best way to make decisions; go with your gut instinct. Max found herself back at her own apartment changing into her cat suit. I think I'll just go over there and observe him. I won't let him see me. I just want to see him. Looking at her watch, Max noticed that a couple of hours had already past since she left Logan's. Now is as good a time as any to go over there. She hopped on her ninja, and roared over to Logan's. Careful not to let him hear her, Max decided to push her bike the last couple of blocks. As she stepped into his elevator, panic over took her. I'm not going to talk to him. Nothing can happen. Just get in, see how he's doing, and then leave. To ease her tense muscles, Max pulled out a stick of gum from her vest pocket, and shoved it in her mouth, chewing rapidly. Max exited the elevator on Logan's floor, but took the stairs to the roof. She stealthily crept along towards his skylights, and peered in, looking to find him. She moved from window to window, until she saw him. There he was, sitting in his computer room. Now knowing where he was, Max walked to the window furthest from the computer room, and silently dropped into his apartment. She walked slowly to the room that he was occupying, and her breath caught in her throat when she looked more carefully at him. He was sitting in his old wheelchair; the one she thought he had thrown away the day he could fully walk again. Not only was he sitting in his old chair, but from behind, his shoulders were moving in the pattern that could only evolve from a person crying. Max moved a bit so that she could see him more from the side instead of from the back. She looked at his eyes, and instead of being on the computer screen like they normally were, they were looking down, at something that was in his lap. Max used her enhanced sight to see that it was her picture that she had given him that he was looking at. Suddenly his voice broke the silence that hung over the room.

"I'm sorry Max. I shouldn't have said that out loud, but it's the truth. I know it scares you, and that's probably why I'll never see you again."

Why is he talking to the picture? Because he knows that if he ever tells you anything that is of any emotion whatsoever, you'll turn and run, just like you did tonight. Max started at this thought. That's true. She would always bail on ANYONE if they started to talk about deep emotions. She wasn't built to handle those, and no matter how hard she tried, she could never deal with them. It was just easier to run. Tearing herself away from her thoughts, Max began to listen to what Logan was saying. Even with her advanced hearing it was difficult to hear his words because he was speaking so softly.

"I can't even fathom how stupid I sounded this morning asking you why you were here. I just woke up from the most amazing dream. In it, you and I were driving towards my uncle's cabin. It was our honeymoon, and you were asleep on my shoulder as I drove. I couldn't believe that you were actually standing in front of me, after waking up from something as amazing as that dream. That's all I want Max, is to wake up and have you standing there. Always. You're all I want Max.

Max was close to tears after hearing Logan's confession. She couldn't handle it. I can't believe it, he's serious. And he's been dreaming about us together too? Maybe it is fate. Maybe we are supposed to be together. Max couldn't move, but what she saw made her feet go on their own. Logan slumped down in his chair, an arm falling down beside each side of the chair, and the hand that was holding Max's picture, let go, and let the picture fall to the floor with a light thud. Logan seemed to have admitted defeat to his own self. Max couldn't take it anymore. She quickly burst out of the shadows of the room, and walked right up beside Logan. He turned and looked at her, surprised that she was there, and slightly embarrassed knowing that she had probably heard his entire confession. He couldn't bear to look at her, but finally, after much pain, he looked up into her eyes. Her eyes. Her beautiful, brown, chocolate colored eyes were filled with tears. He couldn't believe it. Then, the unthinkable happened. She opened her arms to him, silently pleading with him to stand up and embrace her. Even with his hope standing right in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to get out of his depression- his wheelchair. Instead, he did the same as Max, and opened his arms to her, inviting her in for an embrace. An invitation that she willingly, and knowingly accepted. Max rushed the few steps it took to get to Logan, and climbed into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him into a kiss.

Before he knew what was happening, Max was in his lap, and kissing him furiously on the lips. All of his dreams were coming true, and he wasn't one to give them up. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Logan pulled Max closer to him, if that was even possible, and returned her kiss with all the passion he could muster.

Max, feeling Logan kiss her back, was relieved, but it only fuelled her desire even more. She shifted positions, and cupped her hands over Logan's stubble. She pushed herself even more into him, which may have been a bad thing. Suddenly, Max could feel herself falling, but she didn't care. She and Logan ended up in a heap on the floor, after his wheelchair tipped over from their activities. Neither of them seemed to notice however, as they continued kissing, and letting their hands run over each other's bodies. Max's body was fully over top of Logan's, using it for support. Finally, after her heart seemed desperate to actually leap out of her throat, Max pulled away. She placed one hand on either side of Logan's head and looked down at him, her hair falling from behind her shoulders, and brushing against the sides of his face. As she looked into his eyes, she could see that he was searching her eyes for something. She went to start chewing on her gum again, to once again calm her nerves, and chewed for a second before she realized that it was no longer in her mouth. She looked at Logan and smiled. "I think I'm going to need my gum back."

Logan looked up at her and gave her a wicked grin. "You're going to have to come get it then."

Max couldn't believe that Logan, her Logan, the one who kept himself away from the world, only to protect it so fiercely, was teasing her in this way. Her face broke out into an even wider grin. "Oh really." Max attacked Logan's mouth once more, in search of her gum, and something much more.

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