A/N- Ok guys, this story is unfortunately winding down, and I only have one chapter left to go. But, I'm not going to post it until I get AT LEAST 215 reviews!

Sike!!!!!!!! I'd never do that to you guys! But the faster the reviews come in, the faster I'll post the final chapter. :)

Well, on with the show!

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Where the hell did they come from? I didn't see them anywhere. Ok, can't think of this right now. I have other things to worry about, like as in, how the hell am I going to get out of here? Max scanned the dark room, and in the far corner of the room, she could see a small air vent. Ok, if I didn't have Devon here, this would be a snap to get out of, but I can't leave him again. They'll kill him this time for sure. Max could hear the soldiers shouting orders to close off the building, and to check out the rooms in the back and the loft for anybody. Max listened and could hear a couple of them come near her door. "Outta time." Max held Devon close to her so that he wouldn't fall, and kicked the chair that he was once tied to, towards the door. She placed it perfectly, and it lodged just under the handle of the door, effectively jamming the door, and allowing her a few more precious seconds of time. Max once again looked up at the air vent. Well, here goes nothing. Max half dragged, half carried Devon to the corner with the air vent, and propped him up against the wall. Seeing that he was able to semi-stand up by himself, Max launched into the air, and kicked out the grate covering the vent. As she landed, she turned towards Devon. "Devon! Devon, look at me!" Max looked at Devon's eyes and could see that he could only barely register what was going on. "I'm going to lift you up, and you have to pull yourself inside that vent, ok?" Max waited for a response from Devon, but only saw him slightly nod his head. Good enough. Max was about to lift Devon up when the door to the room started to shake. There must have been at least three soldiers pounding on it at once. Max was just hoisting Devon up when the guns started to go off. Devon managed to climb into the vent, and Max quickly jumped in after him, barely avoiding some stray bullets that made their way through the door into the room. Max looked at her situation, and cursed at herself. Not only had she made the mistake of letting Devon go first into the vent, now she was going to have to crawl over him to take the lead, so that she could pull him along, because she was certain he wouldn't have been able to do it himself. I don't want to be doing this, but I don't have the time, or the options to do anything else. Max started to climb over the body of Devon, but then stopped. She looked him straight in the eye, and made sure that he was listening. "Let's get something straight here buddy. I may be trying to save your life, and I'm grateful that you saved mine and all that, but if I feel those hands of yours touching ANYTHING that they shouldn't be? I'm leaving you in here. Fully unconscious. I don't care what you did for me. Got it?" Max waited once again for Devon to respond, but he was too drugged to do so. Oh well, maybe he won't be 'rising to the occasion' then, which is just fine with me. Max struggled to fit through the little space between Devon and the ceiling of the vent, and finally made it over him. Just as she did, the constant banging on the door ceased when the men finally made it through. Max cringed, expecting the absolute worst, but then half a second later, everything stopped. An explosion ripped through the front of the building, blowing into the room, but stopping short of the vent. Max put her hands over her ears and ducked behind Devon. Better him getting hurt than me. Max looked quickly over at Devon to make sure that he wasn't bleeding profusely or, at all, for that matter. What the hell was that? Max started to grab part of Devon's shirt. I'll think about it later. Max took the opportunity of all the chaos to quickly drag Devon through the maze of vents. Why couldn't this be easy, and the vent just go straight from the room to the outdoors? I swear, I never have any luck. Soon she could feel a cool breeze that could only come from outside air. She made it to an opening, kicked out the grate that was separating her and Devon from freedom, and looked down to the ground below. Somehow the vents had angled up, and she was now about a story and a half up. No problem. Max turned herself around, dropped out of the vent, still holding on to Devon, and landed on the ground below, but slumped slightly because of the extra weight of Devon. The cool air seemed to do him good, and he finally started to come around.

Devon looked up at the person supporting him, but couldn't quite get his eyes to focus. "Max?"

Finally hearing him talk, Max spun her head to look Devon in the eye. "I don't have time to explain. Can you walk?"

Devon nodded. "I think so."

"Ok, 'cause we have to get moving." Max took a second to get her bearings, and realized that she was on the opposite side of the building from where her bike was. Damn it. Nothing's ever easy for me. Max looked in front of her, and saw an alleyway. She and Devon quickly walked down it for a few blocks, away from the warehouse, and then turned towards the street where Max had earlier left her bike. As they crossed the road that the warehouse stood on, Max stopped briefly to look at the melee of people in front of a brightly burning building. There were two humvees that were on their sides, obviously having been blown over by the blast. There was a group of soldiers standing around the two of them apparently trying to get people out of them. The street itself was littered in debris from the warehouse, which was no longer a warehouse, and men running, screaming instructions and orders into radios that they held in their hands. Max stared in awe at the once huge building which was now a pile of rubble, save for the rooms in the back. The sides of the building were largely still intact, but were burning rapidly and wouldn't last too much longer. Using her enhanced vision, Max looked towards the middle of the building, and could see the charred remains of several bodies, some of them being the soldiers that were so close to getting her moments before the blast ripped through the place. A movement among the wreckage caught her eye. Max looked towards it, and could see Lydecker. He was walking through the rubble, and then stopped and turned towards one of the soldiers, whom he promptly started yelling at. It's not the poor guys fault that the building suddenly erupted. Speaking of which, how exactly did that happen? Logan. Had to be. Max felt a smile creep across her face, but she quickly erased it as she got her mind back on the task at hand. Still holding up a not-too-with-it Devon, Max made her way down several blocks to her bike. Once there, she helped Devon get on, and revved the engine. Hmmm, let's make this fun. Max turned her bike around, and headed straight towards Lydecker. Revving her engine even more, so as to make as much noise as possible, Max came up on Lydecker, and threw him a quick smile and a wave, and rode off into the depths of Seattle. After almost an hour of driving, Max made it to one of the streets in downtown Seattle that was virtually impossible to get to in a car. She stopped by a makeshift hut, and turned her engine off. She dismounted her bike, and helped Devon to get off as well. At this point, the drugs in his system had begun to run their course, and he was feeling much more with it. "Ok Devon, this is where I let you off."

Devon climbed off of Max's bike, and turned to look at her as she dismounted as well. "Max, wait. What do I do now?"

"Well, I would suggest lying low here for awhile. I'll get a friend of mine to get you some sector passes, and a new identity. Then, I think going to Canada would be a good place to get away from your father."

"Shouldn't you be running too?"

"Nah, I've got some things that will be keeping me here for awhile. I'll be fine."

Devon looked away from Max's stare. He couldn't look in her eyes as he prepared to ask her some questions to which he desperately seeked the answers. "So Max, are you really sick?"

"Is that what Lydecker told you?"

"Yeah, he said that you and some guy named Zack were really sick, and that's why he kept you at the hospital."

"Let me tell you, we weren't the sick ones at that hospital."

"So then, I guess, you aren't really my sister then are you?" Devon looked up at Max with sheepish eyes.

"No, I'm not." Max watched as a devilish grin started to creep it's way across Devon's face.

"Well good then, because I think I can think of a great way to thank you..."

Max looked at Devon with disgust. "Ugh, goodbye Devon." Max started to get on her bike. "Meet me tomorrow on South Market street by the bus stop. Until then, just hide out or something." Max shooed him away with her hand and after watching him uncomfortably sink into the shadows of the night, Max revved her bike and headed off towards some much needed comfort.

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"So I guess I have you to thank for saving my ass out there today." Max came up behind Logan, who was sitting at his computer desk, and ran her hands down his shoulders, allowing them to come to a rest on his chest. She rested her chin on his shoulder, and closed her eyes, knowing that she could finally relax.

Logan, had heard Max come in, so he was expecting her and didn't jump when he felt her hands on his body. He leaned his head against hers, and rested his hands on top of hers. "Why, what happened?" Logan smiled even though he knew Max couldn't see it.

Max pulled away, playfully slapped Logan on the back, and watched as he turned around to look at her. "Oh please. I think Eyes Only must've had a little something to do with that massive explosion that took out an entire building in sector four today."

Logan feigned surprise. "An entire building? Wow, maybe I should check up on this. It could be a great story!"

"Or..." Max sat down in his lap and put her arms around his neck. She felt a warmth spread through her body as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "You could do me a favor."

Logan leaned in and started to nuzzle Max's neck. "Anything."

Max jumped up from her seat and put her hands on her hips, leaving Logan looking lost. She smiled at him. "Good. I need you to put together a new identity and anything else that Devon would need to get out of the city and to start a new life."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't remember signing on to help out the guy that was hitting on you for so long."

Max walked over to Logan's computer desk, and leaned suggestively over it. "I'll make it worth your while."

Logan looked at her, and instantly broke his resolve. "Fine, but only for you."

Max stood up and hugged Logan. "Thanks. I think I'll get a snack while you do that."

Logan chuckled. "Help yourself."

"You know I will!" Max was about to head out into the kitchen when she stopped. "And I think I'll crash here tonight. Sound good?"

Logan turned to look at her. "Of course. Oh, and, thanks for the little present you left me by the way."

Max smiled, and left to make herself a snack and to settle in for the night.

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The next morning, Max was once again standing in Logan's computer room. She went to take the package from Logan that he was holding in his hands. In it was a passport, some ID, a ticket to Canada, and some money. Before she could get her fingers on it though, Logan pulled it away. "What are you doing?"

"I thought that I'd come with you, that's all."

Max stood straight up, and put a hand on her hip. "Logan, I think I can handle giving Devon this myself."

"I know, but I just figured that it would give us some time to get out, go for a walk or something. Maybe pick something up for dinner tonight."

Max sighed and rolled her eyes, knowing that no matter how much she protested, Logan wanted to come with her for some reason. Probably wants to check out this guy that's been hitting on his girl. Oh well, it could be an interesting scene. Max laughed under her breath, but Logan caught it.

"Care to let me in on the joke?"

"No, I think this one is for my enjoyment only."

"Oh really?"

Max nodded her head.

"Well if that's the case, are you ready to go?"

"Logan, I've been ready since I got here."

"Right." Logan stood up, and he and Max left the apartment. After making it to the street, they both climbed into his Aztec, and drove off towards South Market. Once there, Logan pulled the car over to the side, and the two got out to walk the rest of the way to the bus stop, casually stopping at vendors here and there to see if anything struck their fancy.

After a few minutes of walking, they finally came within eyesight of the bus stop, and Max scanned the crowd for any signs of Devon. She saw him near the front of the bus, hiding behind a baseball cap that he had pulled down over his eyes. "There he is."

Logan looked up to see where Max was pointing. "Where?"

"The guy with the cap on, over near the front of the bus." Max turned towards Logan and stuck out her hand. "Can I have the passport now?"

Logan once again pulled the envelope out of Max's reach. "No, I want to meet this guy."

Max sighed. She didn't feel like arguing in such a public place, and she knew that they didn't have time to do it anyways, because Devon's bus was set to leave in mere moments. "Fine. Come on." Max grabbed Logan's hand, and pulled him towards Devon. "Devon! Hey, this is my friend Logan. The one who got you your ID and everything."

Devon looked up at the man in front of him. "Hey, thanks man. I really owe you one."

Logan sized the boy that was standing in front of him up. Definitely no match for me. I don't care how egotistical that sounds, because I'm the one with the girl, and he's the one fleeing the country. Logan then turned to Max. "Hey Max, I think I saw a booth over there that was selling fresh chickens. Why don't you see if you can get us one?"

Max looked towards where Logan was pointing. "Where? I didn't see it."

"Right over there! Quick, I think there's only one left!"

"Whatever, I don't see it, but I'll go look anyways." Max turned to Devon and gave him a quick hug. "Good luck in your new life Devon."

"Thanks Max. For everything."

"No big dealio." Max looked up at Logan who was trying to make his face contort into one that showed anxiousness for getting a chicken. "Ok, ok, I'm going. But I still don't see it." Max walked away, and left the two boys standing there together.

"Ok, in this package is a passport, an ID, your ticket to Canada, and some money." Logan handed the package to Devon, who took it.

"Thanks man, I don't know what I would've done without you and Max."

"Yeah, about that." Logan looked at Max's retreating form, and when he felt that she was far enough away that even with her enhanced hearing she wouldn't be able to hear him from where she was, he turned back to Devon.

Devon looked up from the package which he had been sorting through to see the once friendly blue eyes of Max's friend, staring him down. "Hey man..."

Logan leaned in and grabbed Devon's shirt with one hand, pushed him against the side of the bus, and leaned into his ear. "Listen kid. Let's get some things straight here." Logan inwardly smiled when he heard Devon gulp. "First of all, the ONLY reason I'm helping you out here is because Max asked me to do it. If it was up to me, I would've let Lydecker keep you. Secondly, I do not want to see you in Seattle EVER again. Get into Canada, and then where ever you go from there, I don't care, but if Max ever comes and tells me that you're in town, and especially if she says that you were hitting on her again, I will personally find you, and kick your ass. Got it?"

Devon could only nod. He knew this guy meant business. "Uh huh!"

Logan let go of Devon, and then walked around the side of the bus in the direction of Max, leaving Devon standing looking bewildered. When Logan caught sight of Max, he immediately put on his winning grin and walked up to her. "Hey you."

"You just threatened Devon, didn't you?"

Logan feigned surprise. "Me? What makes you think I'd ever do something like that?"

"Because if you did, I think that maybe that would make you an even manlier man in my eyes, thus creating a wonderful evening for you." Max leaned into Logan, wrapped her arms around his body, and looked up into his face, grinning seductively.

Logan caught the underlying meaning in Max's grin and gave her one of his own. "Well, maybe I did then."

Max pulled back. "I can't believe you did that!" Her resolve to keep her statement serious, with a slight twinge of sarcasm, was lost when she broke out laughing.

Logan pulled her into a fierce hug. "Anything for you. Speaking of which, did you get that chicken?"

"I didn't see anyone selling..."

Logan chuckled, and pulled Max into a kiss, effectively shutting her up. They pulled away from their embrace in time to see Devon's bus driving away. "Well, there goes one more problem solved."

"Good thing too, because I'm hungry, and we've got a long drive back to your place."

Logan looked to Max and smiled. "Well, let's see what we can find for dinner than, shall we?" Logan held out his hand, which Max quickly took in her own, and the two walked through the market for the remainder of the day, searching for anything that they could use for dinner that night.

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