Disclaimer: These guys aren't mine…blah, blah, woof, woof…

Spoilers: Same as before

Author's Note: This doesn't go exactly by what happened, only because I want to tell my own story for a change. Oh, and the rating is for one bad word.

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Slowly, I roll my way tiredly to my back room with a few candles and a box of matches. I dimly light the room, and begin working on the new project that could possibly change my life. Doubled with the thunder and flashes of light from the lightning, I feel much anticipation for what could come of my creation. I think that perhaps I can make something of myself once and for all.

Hours later, I am awoken by the incessant rapping on my front door, and I wake to find my head lolled to one side. "I'm coming," I shout as loud as possible, and open the front door. My dear angel is standing right in front of me, as radiant as ever. I must not look very comely, for she gives me a questioning look.

"Logan, you look worse than usual." She smirks, and steps inside. "It's raining like a bitch out there. Did 'ja see the torment last night?" She plops on the couch to watch the rain, and I come up next to her. Instead of looking out at the wet earth, I stare wholeheartedly at the beautiful woman before me, hoping that she'll notice. My prayers are answered, for she feels my intense stare, and turns to me, asking my motives nonverbally. She breaks the gaze after a minute or two by looking over my shoulder and glancing toward my workspace. Max unfolds her legs from under her, and makes her way toward my calendar, pointing to the circled date…today.

"It's an anniversary of sorts," I begin explaining to her. "I was thinking that perhaps we could have a nice dinner here and uh…watch a pre-pulse movie or something. You know, hang out?" I'm still practically sitting on the other side of the room, almost afraid of what her answer will be. After all, it's Saturday and I'm sure that she has her whole night planned at the Crash with her cronies. Max's back is to me for several moments too long, and I automatically accept defeat. Wheeling my way directly in front of my window again, I admire the lives of those who are truly happy. I'm deep within my thoughts, and almost forget that Max is still in the apartment. I feel as if I'm keeping her here against her will, and say, "Max, there's no legwork this weekend…" And I realize that she was the one that came here, I didn't page her. I wheel around, somewhat confused and speak my mind, "I just realized that I didn't page you… is there something you need?"

For the first time in what feels like millennia, Max turns around smiling at me. "Not really. I hadn't talked to you in days, and was wondering what was up. Why, did you expect something more?" Sarcasm mixed with her sinister smile cause me to chuckle myself, and remember why I love Max. "Seriously, though…what have you been up to the past few days?" She leans on my desk, swiping a finger across it, and showing me a thin film of dust. "Does Logan Cale have another life perhaps?"

I look at her, thoughtfully, thinking of a comeback, but the only thing that I can think of is, "Almost. But, it's a surprise that I'm hoping is ready for tonight…granted you're able to attend."

"I think I can take a break from drunken guys, fist fights and beer to have an elegant evening at Logan's. You're cookin,' right?"

"Of course. You think I'd let you?" I answer smugly.

Max pretends she's hurt by my comment, "Ha, ha…very funny." Then, looking at her wristwatch, her eyes widen and the only thing that she says before rushing out the door is, "Gotta blaze…gonna be late for work! See ya tonight!"

I grin stupidly at the door, and the whirlwind that is my Max. My? When did I start doing that? I roll into the kitchen, and begin making a list for the things I need to do to prepare for this very special evening.

The faint glimmer and flicker of hope is becoming brighter, and I think that perhaps Max is fated to help guide me through the dark peril that is my life.

I just wanted to get a little part in, because I know some are dying to read what happens. I'm not sure where this is going, so bare with me. I've got finals and everything right now, so I'm writing whenever I get a chance. I just want it to be a great work of art!

Oh, and PLEASE R&R…I WILL keep writing.