A/N: Again, sorry for the lack in updates. I think I'll remind everyone that I am the unoffical queen on M/L shippers, so anything that you see that isnt M/L will quickly be corrected.
Chapter Fourteen
Logan heard Max open the door later that evening, close to five o'clock. He was still sitting in the office, where Max had left him that morning as she had left for her appointment with her doctor, and he was still struggling to find a way to get in contact with Zack.
Max stuck her head in the office, then seeing Logan typing away, she stepped the rest of the way in the room carrying two shopping bags, one in each hand. "Hey, I am back."
"So I see," Logan said, glancing over his shoulder. Seeing the bags he asked, "Have a nice afternoon?"
"Yeah, Cindy and I went shopping."
"Have a good time?"
"Mmhmm. I am going to go get ready, I am going out tonight."
Logan smiled at her back as she turned and left the room. It was nice to see that Original Cindy and Max were getting along better now, and that they were going out tonight. Cindy was probably going to re-introduce Max to the ever so wonderful environment that Crash was. Logan guessed it had just taken Max a few days to adjust to the fact that she didn't know anyone, or anything, before she readjusted into her normal self.
Logan finally shut off the computer about an hour later, walking in to the kitchen to root around in the refrigerator for something to drink. Pulling a container of orange juice off a shelf, he pulled the top off and drank straight from the jug.
"Logan?" Max called from her bedroom.
"Yeah?" He called back as he took another sip.
"Can you give me a hand for a sec?"
Logan carried the orange juice with him as he walked into the guest bedroom. He was just about to take another sip when his hand froze halfway to his mouth.
Max was wearing a dress of light lavender silk, sleeveless with a high neckline. It skimmed over her body, ending at top edge of her knees. Her front edges of her hair were pulled back in a silver barrette, with the rest curled smoothly under to brush her bare shoulder. She had silver hoop earrings dangling from her lobes. Obviously, he thought, they weren't going to Crash.
Max when Logan walked in the door. He was standing there, his mouth hanging open, with a carton of orange juice frozen midair. When he continued to stare, she frowned self concisely. "Do I look completely terrible?" She asked running a hand over her had and her skirt.
Logan finally managed to form words. "You look…great." He said in a strained voice.
"Hey, can you help me with this?" Max asked, holding up a thin silver necklace. "I can not get it fastened for my life."
Logan took the ends of the necklace while Max held up the back of her hair. Logan was glad that Max didn't see his face when he saw the back of the dress. The neck came up to fasten halter style with a small eyelet button. The halter left her well toned back bare until about half way down where the silk resumed. He was very glad that Max didn't see his eyes roll in the back of his head.
Logan clumsily tried to fasten the tiny clip, his fingers brushing the back of her neck, not being able to help sniffing lightly to detect whatever scent she was wearing. "Where are you going anyway?" He asked once he finally got the necklace to clip into place.
"New Italian restaurant on Clancy Street." Max said as she stepped out of the bathroom and into her room.
"Original Cindy wanted to go to a restaurant?"
"Cindy?" Max asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed to fasten her heels. "No, Ethan wanted me to go with him."
Logan again froze. "Ethan? Dr. Mitcham?"
"Yeah." Max asked, suspiciously looking up at Logan.
"You are going out to dinner with your psychiatrist. Is this like a date?" Logan said, carefully pronunciating each word.
"Yes, that is correct." Max said, standing, now three inches higher.
Logan's mouth hung open. "You are going out on a date with your shrink."
"No," Max said impatiently, her voice taking on an edge. "I am going out on a date with Ethan. Do you have a problem?"
"Max, you can't go out with him." Logan said, trying to be rational.
"And why the hell not?" Max asked, her voice now snapping with iciness.
"You…well…" Logan stuttered, trying to think of a reason Max shouldn't go out, one that made some sort of sense.
"So basically, you don't have a reason." She asked, cocking a hand on her hip.
"Max, I--"
"You know what I think Logan? For the first time since I got amnesia, I am actually going out to have a good time with someone who doesn't have any expectations for me. And that pisses you off, that I am fumbling my way around without you."
"Max, that isn't it, it's just that--"
"Don't bother." Max said as she grabbed the knee length black jacket she had bought that afternoon. She walked out of the room pulling on her jacket as she pulled open the front door.
Logan followed pathetically behind her. At the last second, with her hand on the doorknob, "You know, you might just have been the best f***ing friend I had in the world before the accident." Max turned to stare at Logan, venom in her eyes. "Now, I don't even know if I'd consider you a friend at all."
When the door shut with a decisive click, Logan stood staring at the door, his hand in his hair. It was then he decided that he was going to need something a bit stronger to drink than orange juice.
"On second thought." He muttered to himself. "There are several alcoholic beverages with orange juice as an ingredient. I might have to try one or two. Or eight."
Chapter Fourteen
Logan heard Max open the door later that evening, close to five o'clock. He was still sitting in the office, where Max had left him that morning as she had left for her appointment with her doctor, and he was still struggling to find a way to get in contact with Zack.
Max stuck her head in the office, then seeing Logan typing away, she stepped the rest of the way in the room carrying two shopping bags, one in each hand. "Hey, I am back."
"So I see," Logan said, glancing over his shoulder. Seeing the bags he asked, "Have a nice afternoon?"
"Yeah, Cindy and I went shopping."
"Have a good time?"
"Mmhmm. I am going to go get ready, I am going out tonight."
Logan smiled at her back as she turned and left the room. It was nice to see that Original Cindy and Max were getting along better now, and that they were going out tonight. Cindy was probably going to re-introduce Max to the ever so wonderful environment that Crash was. Logan guessed it had just taken Max a few days to adjust to the fact that she didn't know anyone, or anything, before she readjusted into her normal self.
Logan finally shut off the computer about an hour later, walking in to the kitchen to root around in the refrigerator for something to drink. Pulling a container of orange juice off a shelf, he pulled the top off and drank straight from the jug.
"Logan?" Max called from her bedroom.
"Yeah?" He called back as he took another sip.
"Can you give me a hand for a sec?"
Logan carried the orange juice with him as he walked into the guest bedroom. He was just about to take another sip when his hand froze halfway to his mouth.
Max was wearing a dress of light lavender silk, sleeveless with a high neckline. It skimmed over her body, ending at top edge of her knees. Her front edges of her hair were pulled back in a silver barrette, with the rest curled smoothly under to brush her bare shoulder. She had silver hoop earrings dangling from her lobes. Obviously, he thought, they weren't going to Crash.
Max when Logan walked in the door. He was standing there, his mouth hanging open, with a carton of orange juice frozen midair. When he continued to stare, she frowned self concisely. "Do I look completely terrible?" She asked running a hand over her had and her skirt.
Logan finally managed to form words. "You look…great." He said in a strained voice.
"Hey, can you help me with this?" Max asked, holding up a thin silver necklace. "I can not get it fastened for my life."
Logan took the ends of the necklace while Max held up the back of her hair. Logan was glad that Max didn't see his face when he saw the back of the dress. The neck came up to fasten halter style with a small eyelet button. The halter left her well toned back bare until about half way down where the silk resumed. He was very glad that Max didn't see his eyes roll in the back of his head.
Logan clumsily tried to fasten the tiny clip, his fingers brushing the back of her neck, not being able to help sniffing lightly to detect whatever scent she was wearing. "Where are you going anyway?" He asked once he finally got the necklace to clip into place.
"New Italian restaurant on Clancy Street." Max said as she stepped out of the bathroom and into her room.
"Original Cindy wanted to go to a restaurant?"
"Cindy?" Max asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed to fasten her heels. "No, Ethan wanted me to go with him."
Logan again froze. "Ethan? Dr. Mitcham?"
"Yeah." Max asked, suspiciously looking up at Logan.
"You are going out to dinner with your psychiatrist. Is this like a date?" Logan said, carefully pronunciating each word.
"Yes, that is correct." Max said, standing, now three inches higher.
Logan's mouth hung open. "You are going out on a date with your shrink."
"No," Max said impatiently, her voice taking on an edge. "I am going out on a date with Ethan. Do you have a problem?"
"Max, you can't go out with him." Logan said, trying to be rational.
"And why the hell not?" Max asked, her voice now snapping with iciness.
"You…well…" Logan stuttered, trying to think of a reason Max shouldn't go out, one that made some sort of sense.
"So basically, you don't have a reason." She asked, cocking a hand on her hip.
"Max, I--"
"You know what I think Logan? For the first time since I got amnesia, I am actually going out to have a good time with someone who doesn't have any expectations for me. And that pisses you off, that I am fumbling my way around without you."
"Max, that isn't it, it's just that--"
"Don't bother." Max said as she grabbed the knee length black jacket she had bought that afternoon. She walked out of the room pulling on her jacket as she pulled open the front door.
Logan followed pathetically behind her. At the last second, with her hand on the doorknob, "You know, you might just have been the best f***ing friend I had in the world before the accident." Max turned to stare at Logan, venom in her eyes. "Now, I don't even know if I'd consider you a friend at all."
When the door shut with a decisive click, Logan stood staring at the door, his hand in his hair. It was then he decided that he was going to need something a bit stronger to drink than orange juice.
"On second thought." He muttered to himself. "There are several alcoholic beverages with orange juice as an ingredient. I might have to try one or two. Or eight."