Disclaimer: Hasn't changed. Don't own them, don't profit from them but we have lots of fun playing together.

A/N: I apologize for the long time between updates – I had this all planned out but was hit by a nasty virus and spent about 5 days in no condition to write. Then I had to deal with all of the other things in my life that got behin. Now I am caught up and back to this. My characters are certainly happy – they have been driving me crazy.

Max groggily stirred and started to roll over only to find herself firmly held in place by a strong arm stretched across her waist. Opening her eyes she found herself staring into a pair of light blue eyes. A smile spread across her face as Logan reached down to give her a quick kiss.

"What time is it anyway?" she asked him lazily, content for the moment to stay exactly where she was.

"About 11. Breakfast has come and gone but if you ask nicely I might be persuaded to make you some." He grinned at her. Max groaned and stretched then sat up, dislodging his arm in the process. Unperturbed Logan leaned on his elbow regarding her seriously.

"That drug they hit me with had to be pretty strong to affect me like that."

"I would say so," he agreed. "White meant business. He wasn't taking any chances of you getting away from him. Wonder why?"

"Just another notch on his belt I'm sure." Max tried to pass it off lightly.

"I don't think so Max. He wanted you specifically and he wanted you badly." He paused then continued. "What does he know about your DNA?"

"He knows it kicks ass – told him so myself." she quipped.

Logan wasn't about to be deflected. "C'mon Max. What did he tell you? Anything? Deck said there was something strange in your DNA that even he didn't know about. Based on White's actions he knows something or at least thinks he does." Max remained stubbornly silent but Logan refused to back down. "I know you don't want to talk about this but it isn't going away, Max. We need to figure it out and deal with it."

"After breakfast, Logan. Feed me and I'll talk to you about it." With those words Max was out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Logan smiled and shook his head as he headed out to fix her some food. He heard the shower start up so timed his meal accordingly knowing Max's timetable for showering fairly well.

After the night before his apartment seemed empty with only the two of them there. Logan had risen earlier and, not wanting to wake Max had briefly and brutally dealt with Asha. After his comments to her he doubted that he or Max would be seeing her for a while. Alec had stood quietly by while Logan vented his initial anger at her actions but had surprised Logan by intervening at the end.

"That's enough Logan. I think she got the message and I don't think you or Max need to worry about her anymore," he had quietly said. "Let me take her home. She's had a rough night too." Speechless Logan had just watched as Alec led a subdued Asha out the door, followed by Joshua who was eager to get home while it was still early and few people were on the streets.

Still puzzling over the mystery of Max's DNA and wishing he had a way to contact Lydecker, Logan quickly prepared food for Max. When she entered the kitchen wrapped in the red robe he had bought for her months earlier, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee and French toast greeted her.

Max sat down at the counter and watched Logan bring her food, drinking in the sight of his blonde good looks as he did so. He was casually dressed in a pair of loose jeans to accommodate his exoskeleton and a white dress shirt. His feet were bare. The top few buttons of his shirt were open showing a glimpse of light golden fuzz, and the sleeves were rolled up showing off muscular forearms. Max was tempted to forego breakfast in favor of Logan but her stomach reminded her that she hadn't had food in almost 24 hours so she ruled out that option for the present.

Unaware of the direction of Max's thoughts, Logan handed her a cup of coffee, fingers brushing hers. After taking a quick sip she sighed happily as she looked at the plate he had placed in front of her. "Logan have I ever told you that you're a god among men?" she teased as she savored a mouthful of French toast He grinned back at her.

'Well I seem to recall a few nights ago…" Max choked on her food and waved her fork at him menacingly.

"Don't say things like that when I'm eating." He chuckled and bringing a cup of coffee for himself sat down across from her. For a few moments there was silence as Max finished her meal and Logan sat sipping his coffee and enjoying her company. Then Max took the last bite of her food and pushed the plate away reluctantly. Logan noticed her hesitation but refused to let her off the hook.

"So." He said.

"So." She responded and he sighed. She wasn't going to make this easy.

"Spill it Max. White told you something and I need to know what it was."

Max glared at him. "White's a wack job, Logan."

"Maybe so but he thinks he knows something about you. Max this guy isn't going away. We need to figure out why so we know how to fight him." Max was silent but he refused to give in, meeting her angry look head on. Finally she shrugged.

"Fine. You want to hear his little fantasy so be it. He said I had no junk DNA."

"You have no what?" Logan asked confused.

"Junk DNA, DNA that isn't coded to do anything. Filler DNA. We all have it. Natures way of filling in the blanks." She injected a bored tone into her voice hoping to head him off from this line if discussion.

"So how could you not have any?" Logan asked.

"I told you the guy's a wack job." Max shrugged. Logan refused to let it drop so easily.

"I'd agree but Deck made a comment about your DNA as well. He said there was something strange about it, something that even he didn't know. And then there's Renfro and her comment to you about this Sandeman person. Max something is going on here and we need to know what it is."

"As if I'm not enough of a freak already." Max observed bitterly. Finally realizing the source of Max's recalcitrance, Logan swiftly rose and walked around the counter to where Max sat. Reaching down he pulled her to standing and into his arms. Max came readily resting her head on his chest, enjoying the feel of his arms around her and his strong heartbeat in her ears. She wrapped her arms around his waist resting them on the small of his back.

"Max you're not a freak. Not to me, never to me. I don't care what the hell is or isn't in your DNA, as long as you're in my life." Max was silent and Logan gently stroked her hair. Finally she raised her head and looked at him.

"Okay Logan. I believe you. But that doesn't mean I have to like this whole thing."

"You think I do?" he asked her. "But if we just ignore it we won't be ready when they come at us again. White isn't going away, Max. He's gone temporarily but he'll be back. We need to find Lydecker before then. He's our best source of historical data on the whole Manticore project and what exactly was going on there." He dropped his arms and stepped back from her thinking hard. Turning he headed for his computer room leaving Max standing there shaking her head in amusement.

"OK Logan. I'll just clean up in here. What? Oh you're welcome, no problem."

"Max? Did you say something to me?" Logan called out, already deep in computer files, hunting for his old information on Lydecker.

"Nothing Logan." Max called back as she carried the dishes to the sink. Smiling to herself she figured she'd let Logan play on his computer for a while but tonight, White or no White, he was coming with her to Crash to have some fun. All work and no play made for a dull life and she figured she had a lot of fun coming to make up for those months at Manticore. Besides Cindy had told her about some comments she'd heard at Crash about Logan and Asha and she intended to make it very clear to the world exactly who Logan belonged to.