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+Author's note: Um, yeah I haven't done this in awhile, so if it's awful just tell me LOL. NEwho, does any1 know nething about the shows status for next season? Just wondering. Hoping really, that the show continues, well forever he he. ALSO, please leave some feedback, cause it REALLY helps. Thanks, and enjoy...
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Max looked both ways before crossing the busy New York City street. She hoped that Logan didn't mind her being a couple minutes late tonite, her boss had asked to meet with her about a possible promotion. Max and Logan both knew that with his income, Max didn't need to work. It was just that Max had this urge to be "out and about" ever since they'd left Seattle.

It'd been a long time since they'd left Seattle and things had changed. Sketch had never really settled down with anyone, and it was Max's guess that he was still roaming the streets of Seattle looking for more ways to make more money. America was prosperous again though, and it wasn't hard for a young capitalist, as Sketch used to call himself, to become established.

Kendra and Original were still in Seattle, still friends and both still looking for Mr. Right. It was Max's guest that Kendra was still with Mr. Multiples, and Original was still looking for her "lickety-boo." She longed to be able to talk to them on a regular basis, but since she and Logan had moved to NYC, things had gotten difficult back in Seattle. People were still looking for Max, and even Logan, and sending a letter or giving a call out there would blow their cover.

It was a year after Logan and Max met that they'd started living together, and not long after decided to get married. Max was apprehensive at first at the thought of settling down, but Logan was the one guy that made her heart melt and she couldn't live without him. She'd really cooled down the past two years in New York, especially since she no longer had to worry about kickin' someone's ass every other night. And when she and Logan found out a couple weeks ago that she was expecting their first child, she tried to be happy, but couldn't help wondering if everything would go smoothly.

"You're late," Logan said when he heard the door click chut to the apartment. He heard Max curse herself via whispering and laughed. Then she strolled in smilng sweetly, and Logan bit his lip. She never failed to amaze him and take his breath away.

"What's Sexy up too? Max asked wrapping her arms around Logan's neck, and reading the computer screen from over his shoulder. Logan kissed Max's arm lightly.

"Buying some stock to secure the future of our children," he told her, turning his chair around. "Speaking of which, how is the little one?" Logan asked placing his hands on Max's waist and pulling her towards him.

"Just fine and dandy," Max answered, placing her hands on top of Logan's. "So, you going to sit here or cook us dinner?" Logan stood up, a feet he was very grateful for achieving a a year before he and Max had gotten married.

At dinner they discussed Max's promotion and Logan's newspaper editoroffer he was considering. They were halfway into their meal when the phone rang. Max flew to answer it, hoping it was Kendra or Original since she hadn't talked to them in awhile.

"Cale's, this is Max," she said, smiling at being able to call herself a Cale, een after two years or so of marriage.

"It's Zach," a husky voice revealed. Max's heart raced.

"Zach?" she whispered in disbelief. "What's wrong? Are you all right?"

"Max, I need your help, Lydecker's after two soldiers, two ex-fives," he told her.

"Who is it?" Max asked, sighing.

"I can't do this without you, Maxie."

"Who is he after, 'Zachie'" Max asked, growing angry. Why did he always have to be so melodramatic?

"I've already gotten a plan together," Zach continued. Max rolled her eyes.

"Zach! Who the hell is he after?" she exclaimed.

"Trenton and Kayla," Zach said. "I'll call you in 24 hours." The line went dead and Max shook her head with irratation.

"Max?" Everything ok?" Logan asked from the dining room.
"Fine," she yelled to him. She walked back into the kitchen and sat down.

"Who was it?" inquired Logan. Max comtemplated telling him, because she didn't want to upset him. "Max, honey, you're trembling." And she was, because she knew that when Zach called tomorrow her life would never be the same.

"I was thinking maybe we could go to Seattle before the baby comes," Max said, determined to change the subject. Logan looked at Max in silence, knowing very well if his wife changed the subject something was up.

"That sounds fine. I'll start lining up tickets and making reservations if you want," he suggested picking up their dishes. Max smiled, and nodded, her mind somewhere else.
~*~
"Max, could you go over the communications information with me?" Kayla asked. "I can't quite grasp it all." (Even the ex-5 had their minor problems here and their, besides the seizures.)

"123142591011678, no talking, get back in line!" a guard told Kayla shoving her away from Max.

"Tonite, trade beds with Zach," Max whispered. Kayla nodded in acknowledgement.
~*~
Max was moody the rest of the night and started crying when she'd made Logan go sleep on the couch and he'd actually gone. Worrying about Zach, and Trenton and Kayla kept her up all night and it didn't help when her "morning sickness" hit her at about four o'clock.

When Logan woke up his back ached and his throat yearned for a drink of water. He walked to the bathroom, avoiding the bedroom. He opened the door slowly, rubbing his eyes. When he turned the light on, he saw Max huddled on the floor having a severe seizure, Tryptophan pills spread out across the floor.

"Max!" he cried, crouching down next to his wife. He collected her up in one arm, and with his free arm reached for a couple pills. Max looked into Logan's eyes with helplessness. This was the sole reason Logan hated Donald Lydecker, the one reason he'd ever desire to kill someone ruthlessly-- the pain and even embarassment Max experienced during her seizures.

"Lo..gan, Logan," she whispered as he held the pills to her lips.

"What? What is it, Max?" he asked, searching her eyes, looking into her soul. There was something there, but he coulsn't quite figure it out.

Logan had carried Max to their bed and let her rest. The seizures had been getting worse as the pregnancy progressed, and Logan wondered if Max would even make it to full term. He was sitting in a wooden chair next to the bed when Max began to stir and mumbled his name, rolling over in the bed to face him.

"I'm here, Max," he reassured her, stroking her cheek. Max's eyes fluttered and she smiled lightly at her wonderful husband. It seemed whenever she has had a seizure since they'd started living together, Logan was always there to take care of her-- always there when she'd come out of it. And as much as Max hated to admit it, she needed Logan more than anything else in the world. Sometimes, she couldn't believe how much she loved this man.

"How long have I been out?" she asked, curiously, twining her fingers with his, her heart swelling with love. She'd certainly changed after the four years since they'd met.

"About four and a half hours," Logan said, with that distinctive informant net voice. "Max, something's going on, and I know you don't like to talk about Manticore, but I can see it in your face."

After a long moment, Max looked at Logan and said, "Zach called last night."

To be continued...