Logan Cale. The name just didn't click. "So…" I began. "You are…?" Both Mom and he looked at me, confused as to what I was getting at. "Are you a missing X-5?" I questioned, with a glance at Mom.
He laughed quietly as Mom and I entered. "No, let's just say that your mom and I were…are very good friends."
Sitting down on the couch alongside of Mom, Logan still remained in his wheelchair, watching us closely. We stayed that way for sometime before Logan cleared his throat, and Mom motioned with her eyes for me to leave the room. Rolling my own eyes, I left, but I could still hear what they were saying.
"You came back," Logan said to her, very matter-of-factly.
"I have my reasons."
"After eighteen years? An awful long time to think about your reasons."
"Logan, listen," she sighed. "Please, not now. I really have missed you."
"Same here. Life was pure hell the last couple days after you left." He laughed silently to himself, embarrassed that he was telling Mom his true feelings. "Stupidly thought about suicide for awhile there-"
"Logan!" Mom snapped, more in disbelief than anger.
"You don't understand, Max. I had nobody. Not even Bling because he…he's not family."
"Neither am I."
"You're damn close enough. Look, Max," he said, and I heard his wheelchair creaking as he leaned closer to her. "You don't know how good it is to see you again. I thought that Zack wouldn't ever let you leave…with the baby and all."
"She's not a baby anymore…she's…"
"Beautiful," Logan replied, and I felt myself glow at the compliment he had paid me, unknowing that I was listening in. He shook his head almost sadly. "Looks a lot like…Zack, though."
"She does, I know that. Doesn't matter anyhow, he's gone now."
"Is that why you came back?" he asked with a touch of hope in his voice.
"Well, kind of, but there are more important matters."
"Like what?"
At this point, Mom called me back out to the living room, where I stood, thumbs hooked over the edge of my pockets, staring down at them. "Yeah?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Alanza, I've got a favor to ask you. It's pretty big on your part, but, I promise, it's all for good. I've waited until now to bring you back to Seattle so you could legally make your own decision on this. Besides you wouldn't have been big enough-"
"Mom? What is it?" I asked, almost impatiently. She glanced at me, down to Logan, then back to me.
"I want you to give Logan a blood transfusion."
