Seventeen - Full House
By an hour later, Logan was up to his ears in genetically enhanced killing machines. If he made it through the evening alive, he was going to be very surprised. He spent the entire time that Krit was talking to him (about god knows what) staring at the back of Max's head. It probably wasn't the smartest thing he had done to date, taking a swing at Zack, as far as winning back Max. Not that he'd really gotten anywhere to begin with.
Max sat typing away at her laptop, carrying a conversation with Bryn and Jondie, meanwhile resisting the urge to glance back at Logan. She had felt his eyes drilling holes in the back of her head for hours, but she was doing her very best to ignore him. And failing miserably.
This was how the evening was spent, Max internally denying that that were in the least happy to see the other, Logan thinking that he was only here to check up on Max, and he was in no way falling back into habit of wanting more than he could have.
And all the X-5's sat around exchanging telling glances that said that both of them weren't fooling anyone.
So after five hours of working along side her brother's and sisters, with Logan sitting silently in the background somewhere, Max and her partners perfected one last operation to retrieve the final key to busting Rodney Delaney.
When Jondie stretched her arms overhead and made some poor excuse about being tired, Max glared at each X-5 in turn as they each made excuses to get out of staying there a moment longer. Both Max and Logan knew exactly what was going on and they both cringed.
Logan had lost his will to annoy Max in that one moment she had run crying from the room after Zack and his fight.
Max simply didn't want to be alone with him. He was just to freakin' charming to trust.
As Zack was grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair, citing that he was meeting Paige somewhere, he leaned over close enough to Logan to deliver a clear message.
"If you hurt her again, make her shed one tear over you, I swear to god, there will not be enough pieces of you left to find."
And when the apartment was quiet, the only sound each could hear was there echoing heartbeats.
By an hour later, Logan was up to his ears in genetically enhanced killing machines. If he made it through the evening alive, he was going to be very surprised. He spent the entire time that Krit was talking to him (about god knows what) staring at the back of Max's head. It probably wasn't the smartest thing he had done to date, taking a swing at Zack, as far as winning back Max. Not that he'd really gotten anywhere to begin with.
Max sat typing away at her laptop, carrying a conversation with Bryn and Jondie, meanwhile resisting the urge to glance back at Logan. She had felt his eyes drilling holes in the back of her head for hours, but she was doing her very best to ignore him. And failing miserably.
This was how the evening was spent, Max internally denying that that were in the least happy to see the other, Logan thinking that he was only here to check up on Max, and he was in no way falling back into habit of wanting more than he could have.
And all the X-5's sat around exchanging telling glances that said that both of them weren't fooling anyone.
So after five hours of working along side her brother's and sisters, with Logan sitting silently in the background somewhere, Max and her partners perfected one last operation to retrieve the final key to busting Rodney Delaney.
When Jondie stretched her arms overhead and made some poor excuse about being tired, Max glared at each X-5 in turn as they each made excuses to get out of staying there a moment longer. Both Max and Logan knew exactly what was going on and they both cringed.
Logan had lost his will to annoy Max in that one moment she had run crying from the room after Zack and his fight.
Max simply didn't want to be alone with him. He was just to freakin' charming to trust.
As Zack was grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair, citing that he was meeting Paige somewhere, he leaned over close enough to Logan to deliver a clear message.
"If you hurt her again, make her shed one tear over you, I swear to god, there will not be enough pieces of you left to find."
And when the apartment was quiet, the only sound each could hear was there echoing heartbeats.