You asked, I gave.
-love bizkit
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Max walked into the Green Hornet Tattoo parlor with an idea. The artist was the only one there. "How may I help you?" he asked.

"I want a tattoo, on my shoulder."

"What of may I ask?"

"MG + LC, in a heart."

"MG and LC? I had a guy in here, about three months ago, got LC loves MG on his shoulder."

"Was his name Logan Cale by any chance?" Max asked trepidatiously.

"Yeah."

"I'm MG." She said offering her hand for a shake.

"He said you were dead." The artist asked moving towards the tattooing area, Max in tow.

"I guess you could say I was."

"So this is what you want?" the artist asked showing Max a picture of the design she wanted with the initial's LG+TD on it.

"Yeah but MG+LC."

"Exactly. You'll have to take off your shirt."

"No worries, I'm not modest." She said flippantly and shed her shirt, sitting on the same chair Logan had three short months ago.

"So, " the artist said as he started his work "This LC guys the same guy I tattooed three months ago?"

"Probably."

"Did he show you?"

"We can't really be close anymore."

"Why not?"

"Well, if we touch. He dies. Don't ask why, I can't tell you."

"That's interesting."

"That's the understatement of the century."

"He said some great stuff about you."

"Like what?" Max asked curiously, the pain didn't bother her at all.

"You were an Angel. A Dark one though..."

"A dark angel, only Logan would call me something like that." Max laughed.

"He loves you."

"I kind of know but it would be nice to hear him say it."

"He's got it permanently tattooed on his back..."

"Still he could've said it. Now we can't touch each other."

"There's other ways to be together."

"We were never really together. We kissed and admitted we wanted a relationship but..."

"It never happened because of that ghost's from your past thing?"

"People get a lose tongue when they sit in this chair don't they?" The artist chuckled.

"Yes they do Maxie."

"Maxie?" Max questions, turning to look at the artist. "Zane?" she says shocked.

"Don't move unless you want a messed up tattoo."

"Fine." Max grumbled, thought it was hard to she was happy she had found a sibling.

"Manticore tripped this thing up in you?"

"The me not being able to touch Logan thing. Yes."

"There not the nicest guys are they?"

"That's a huge understatement."

"Your tattoo's done."

"Let me look." Max asked. Zane brought her a mirror. "Looks awesome. Thanks Zane. How much do I owe you?"

"All you owe me is a nice long conversation." Zane chuckled.

"Where should I start?" Max said.

"At the beginning."

"Well, The beginning of the real adventures when I met Logan." Max started.

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Five hours later, Max left the tattoo parlor with her brothers phone number, a tattoo and a smile.