Rain's
Notes: Thank you once again to my most
excellent beta reader, Lady Callie. Without her help, well you would still be reading this, it just wouldn't
be as good. Thank you!
Ashley,
here it is. Just for you 'cause you
asked me so nicely for it. I hope you
enjoy it.
Chapter Four
Emotional overload, I think as I watch Logan try to open the door to our room. Between coming here, meeting Mulder and Scully, Logan's family, and kissing Logan—I am wiped. "Do you need some help there?" I ask after a minute of watching him struggle with the key.
"I think I can open a door," comes his irritated reply.
"Think
I beg to differ, Radar," I tell him as I take the key from his hand and
with a flick of the wrist open up the door. I just want to collapse onto that bed and never wake up, I think
walking into the room. That bed. "Oh shit," I curse under my breath. Forgot about that didn't ya, Maxie?
Seeing the source of my frustration, Logan turns around to look at me. "Don't worry. You get the bed and I get the couch," he says flashing me that perfect smile and those gorgeous eyes. "I don't think either one of us are really ready to play doctor yet."
"I think you're right," I consent, "but you get the bed and I get the couch."
"No you take the…"
Interrupting him with a menacing glare, I snap, "Look Logan, I'm tired, dirty, and bitchy. You don't want to mess with me right now. When I get back from my bath I better see your ass in that bed." Leaving a shocked Logan in my wake, puzzled over my sudden change in attitude, I waltz into the bathroom and slam the door behind me.
I really didn't mean to be that bitchy with him, but really what was he thinking!? His back is bad enough as it is, and I don't want to risk any relapses. I let out an exasperated sigh as I step into the bathtub.
And
what was that at the beach? You kissed
him! Are you crazy? Funny how this voice of reason sounds so
much like Zack. Do you realize how
much you just complicated your already complex life?
Oh shut up, yells another voice in my head which sounds remarkably like Original Cindy. She's crazy about him and it's about damn time they stopped skirting the issue. They l—
"New plan," I say as I close my eyes for a moment. "It's not like we haven't been in this situation before. We always complicate our friendship. And what saves it? We ignore it." Standing up, I get out of the tub, grab a towel and begin drying myself off. "That's all we have to do Logan. Just ignore it and it will go away." I tell my reflection as I brush the tangles out of my hair. Pulling on my clothes, I make my way for the door. "We'll ignore it. After all, we've had plenty of practice in that department."
"Logan," I begin as I come out of the bathroom, but that's all the further I get because suddenly a full-blown seizure wracks my body. Somehow I must have been so lost in thought I missed the telltale signs—my hand tremors, whacked balance, headaches, and my sudden mood changes, which have so recently decided to rear their ugly heads. My knees give way and it seems like forever before I feel my body hit the floor. Everything is slowing down my thoughts are clouding over as my freak-show body betrays me again.
"Oh
God, Max!" I vaguely hear Logan
yell. He sounds so far away.
Suddenly, time snaps back into focus. I feel myself being picked and I am surrounded by Logan's scent as he lays me gently on the bed. I can hear him moving around the room and digging through my duffel bag looking for my meds. Then I feel the bed dip and know that he has returned.
"Open your mouth Max," Logan says, and I can feel the pill at my lips. "C'mon open your mouth."
It takes four pills before the seizure finally subsides.
"They're getting worse," he tells me as he tucks me in the bed.
"Nothing I can't handle. Where are you going?"
"Couch," he says as he grabs a pillow from the bed.
"Nuh-uh," I respond reaching out and grabbing his hand. "We're adults, we can share the bed. I'm tired. Trust me I won't try to take advantage of you tonight."
"Who's gonna stop me, though," he mutters under his breath.
"What?" I ask sleepily.
"Nothing," Logan says quietly climbing into the bed beside me.
"Logan," I begin but then lose my courage again.
"What?" Rolling me over to face him, he brushes the side of my face with his hand, "What is Max?"
"Can you just hold me for a little while?"
"Hey, I can do that." Logan replies as he wraps his arms around me. "You know, everything will work out fine tomorrow right? You'll finally have a family. Everything will be alright."
"Thanks Logan," I whisper into his shoulder. I have burrowed into his embrace, and I realize I might be suffocating him with my hair in his face, but he hasn't mentioned it yet and I'm too comfortable to move. "I'm really glad that I broke into your apartment that night."
"Oh really?" Comes his questioning tone, laced with a tad of laughter.
"Yeah, I found a new best friend."
"Oh, so is that what I am. I thought I was your meal ticket."
Pulling away slightly I look at him for a minute before settling back down in his embrace. "No, you're my best friend, with benefits. One is that you're a great chef, the other is your excellent kisser."
This time it is him pushing me away to look into my eyes. I can see his eyes twinkle in the semi-darkness of the room. Then they slowly close as his lips touch mine in the gentlest of kisses.
When he tries to pull away, I attack. "I may be tired, but I'm not that tired," I tell him rolling us over so that he's on top of me. Bringing his head back down to mine I see him grinning like an idiot. But he's my idiot.
After a few minutes of intense kissing, Logan pulls away from me again. I still have my eyes close and I try to follow him with my lips.
Laughing at my predicament, Logan kisses me once more. "I think it's time for bed now."
"We're already in bed," I point out.
"You have a big day tomorrow, and you told me you wouldn't take advantage of me tonight."
"You kissed me first," I tell him laughing softly.
He rolls me over and then spoons up behind me wrapping an arm around my waist. "Let's save the argument for in the morning. Goodnight," he says dropping a kiss on my head.
"Night," I reply. I guess we can't ignore it can we? Maybe we shouldn't this time. He is my best friend after all. He knows me inside and out, sometimes I think better than I know myself. Logan's right, everything will be better in the morning.