Disclaimer: I so wished I owned this stuff, I could have so much fun!!

Special Thanks to Vicky, who helped so much. Vicky you Rock!
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What if Manticore was never created? What if Max was born a regular girl? What if the pulse
never happened? What if Logan was a regular journalist? What if their paths still crossed?


Max Guevara walked the fairly busy streets of Seattle towards the coffee shop she worked in. Not
looking where she was going she bumped into a man. "Sorry" she said looking the man in the eyes.
His eyes were blue and even though unfamiliar so familiar. "Do I know you?" she asked, convinced she'd
seen his eyes before.
The tall man with spiky hair recognized her too, and he also didn't know from where. "I don't know."
He said still looking in her eyes. "I think we might, Logan Cale." Logan said, offering his hand to
Max. Max shook his hand " Max Guevara, I think we might know each other too. Do you get coffee from the
coffee place about a block away?"

"No, I've never been there. Why?"

"I work there, I figured that's where we might know each other from." Max answered wondering why
she just told this familiar stranger where she worked.

"Are you going there now?"

"Yeah"

"Let me walk you there, it's the least I can do for bumping into you." Logan said to the beautiful
girl that striked an invisible cord in his memory.

"I bumped into you though"

"Then you can let me walk you to work as an apology."

"I'd like that Logan." Max said smiling.


They met and crossed paths by destiny, and their fates were fufilled
when their paths became one



The End