I'm really sorry this took so long. It's not that I didn't have the time; it's mainly because of my lack of inspiration to write these days. But I think it worked out fine after all, and I hope you enjoy it.
Okay, at first, I thought I was going to post it in 3 parts, but I don't like my story in 3 parts, so I'll put it in it's entirety. If you think it's too long, tell me. J

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Chapter six: Love, Pride & Vodka


Logan's place, towards 10:00pm.

Max and Logan were on the couch, holding on to each other, kissing.
'I can't stop!' Max thought. 'Oh my god this feels so good.' She pressed her lips harder on Logan's, opening her mouth wider, searching his tongue to gently suck it, aching for the magnificent warmth inside her heart that this was giving her. 'Why did we wait for so long…stupid pride?' Max was holding on to him like she was afraid he would run out of the room. 'Good thing he can't.'

'Sweet Jesus!' Logan said to himself, answering passionately Max's kisses with his heart pounding in his chest like it would jump out of his rib cage. 'I'm in heaven…'
Max tightened her grip on him, crossing her legs, encircling him. As some sort of reflex, fearing she would fall, he put his hands on her hips, and found himself touching her bare skin, exposed by her short T-shirt. 'Goodness…oh my freakin' God…this is so soft…I'm a dead man, she'll kill me for this.' He couldn't help the fact that he HAD to feel her, touch her, so he started moving his fingers on her back, moving softly up her spine. This was exciting for both of them, and Logan realized Max liked it as she shivered under his touch. Max pressed her lips harder on his, and sled her hands under his shirt. 'I think I'm going to faint…' Logan left her lips to kiss her neck, hearing the exquisite sound of Max breathing fast, deeply, and full of desire for him.
He then heard Max mumbling something inaudible.

"What?" Logan asked, between kisses.

"Bling…?" She asked, out of breath.

"Day off. Zack?" Questioned Logan as he was changing sides of her neck, caressing the other side with his hand gently brushing her hair.

"Out of Seattle…supposedly." Max whispered, her heart beating strongly and fast. 'For the love of Mike…what are you doing to me?'

"Good." He stared into her eyes with an intensity she had never seen before, making her flush; as she felt her knees weaken.

"Great." Max replied, finding her voice. 'Ah, those magnificent blue-green eyes…staring at me like I'm some sort of a treasure…I feel like the luckiest woman in the whole world.' She thought when he pressed his lips on hers again, but this time it was different, full of meaning, desire, and passion. Even full of promises to come. It was like those two were finally admitting what they should have told themselves a long time ago. It wasn't words; the act was enough to speak for itself. The words would come out eventually, but for now it didn't matter; to feel love for the first time with each other was all they needed.

'I can't believe this is happening!' Max thought, when she heard a voice. A male voice, and it wasn't Logan's. They both stopped what they were doing and looked at each other's.

"Sebastian." They said in synchronization, not knowing if they should laugh or cry about it.

"We will never have peace, will we?" Max asked with a smile.

"Nope!" Logan answered, slightly laughing. "Not with the lives we're living." He gently caressed Max's cheek and kissed her.

Max got out of his lap and he placed himself in his wheelchair, rolling towards his computer where Sebastian's face was showing.

"Hi! Sebastian." Logan said, trying to compose himself.

"Hi! Logan. I was starting to ask myself if you were home."

"I was occupied…" Logan answered, trying not to blush. "So…what's new?"

"I just got informed that Lacroix is on his way back. He took the plane of 19:00, so he'll be back towards 2:00 this morning." Sebastian said as Max came behind Logan and placed her hands on his shoulder, bending forwards as she slide them on his chest, and kissed his neck.

"Max…", said Logan nervously, "if we can see him, then he can see us too."

To that, she stopped her ministration and looked up at the screen. Sebastian had a little smile on his face.
"Hi! Max." He said. 'If he could laugh out loud, I bet he'd just do that.' Max thought.

"Hey." She replied shyly smiling, standing up straight behind Logan. "So the priest is on his way back?" She asked, trying to focus his mind on something else.

"Yes. So, whatever you were planning on doing later, better do it now…and what you planned on doing now, better do it later." Sebastian said, teasing them. "You have about 4 hours…"

"…to complete the mission." Max finished for him. She looked at Logan with concern in her eyes. "Eileen could be in danger, we don't know what he planned for her."

"Eileen?" Sebastian asked, being ignorant of the new girl.

"Her name is Eileen Hattaway." Logan started to say. "She's a wannabe Sister from the Jesus Church, and seems to be Lacroix's next victim."

"Does she know what's going on?" He asked them.

"Yes, and she agreed to help us." Logan cleared to him.

"She should be warned then, and maybe it would be better for her not to sleep over there. Does she live at the Sister's dormitory?"

"I think so." Max replied to Sebastian before turning over to face Logan. "I'll go get her."

"Okay." He said, nodding his head. "Be careful."

"Are you afraid the girl's gonna beat me up?" She asked mockingly, but she was glad he cared that much. 'I'd just kiss him if Sebastian wasn't watching.'

"Don't ask me not to tell you that Max, because I'll always say it." She smiled at him and closed the door behind her. 'Now I know how my mom must have felt when she was telling me to be careful before I went to school each morning.' Logan thought. 'I've never said it to Valerie...weird.'

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Eileen was sitting at her desk, still trying to find out what was happening to her. She couldn't believe that after all the things she lived in her life, something was still going wrong with her. 'I'll never have a calm and decent life!' She told herself. She had thought that by becoming a catholic sister, everything would finally settle down, and by everything, she meant mostly the little voice who can't stop speaking to her.

There was another reason why she wanted to live here, and there was a reason why she almost never spoke. All her life, she lived with the guilt of her parent's death. She remembered pulling on her daddy's sleeve to get his attention because she had just discovered how to make really big bubbles with her bubblegum, and when he finally looked at her, he found himself too distracted to notice a car that was coming right on to them. And then there was her 'sister'. It was like a jungle in her head; never stopping; the guilt, the voices speaking to her.

Anyone else then those kind sisters had never accepted her, and she felt like she belonged there. They were accepting her as she was. Pure and simple, without wanting to change her. She remembered those words said to her all those years ago, and it still hurt her: "Nobody will want you…You are so weird girl…Nobody…"She knew she was weird looking, not because she was ugly, but because of what people saw in her eyes while staring into them. Her sight was too deep; reflecting pain, fear, and knowing all too many things about the horrors of this world. Having too many emotions -feeling too much people- isn't always a good thing. 'There are people afraid of not being able to feel enough, but I can say that feeling too much isn't a good thing either.'

Eileen stood up from her chair, took a deep breath and looked at the clock: 11:00pm. "I should go to bed, there's nothing more I can do here."
She was closing the key drawer when she heard a noise. She stared at the door in panic. 'Why am I freaked out? What if it's that Lacroix who's back, and what if he plays with my brain again?…I don't like this…' She stood up quickly and turned off the lights of the office. 'What do I do? What do I do?…It could be one of the sisters…but usually, they're all sleeping at this hour since they wake up at 5am to pray.' She slowly opened the door and looked outside. 'Nothing. Oops! There's that noise again…like someone walking downstairs…I don't like this.' She tried to hide herself when she opened the door, and looked downstairs. There was a man there. She could only see him from the back, but could tell it was a man. Tall, dark hair. Not Lacroix. 'Sweet Jesus…Who's this? The doors of the Jesus Church are locked at this hour.' She returned to the office, closed the door, locked it, and pickup up the phone. 'Maybe they will laugh at me for this, but I have weird vibes about this.' She dialled 911, and as soon as a voice answered, she told them, that there was a breaking and entering in progress at the Jesus Church…and that the guy was still there. She hung up, hoping that they would take a wannabe catholic sister seriously, and come.

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When Max arrived at the church, she parked her bike up front, but there was a no parking sign. 'It's almost midnight and it will only for a few minutes anyway…' She then noticed that the door wasn't locked. "Mmmm…is this normal or something? I know there are churches that never close their door to homeless, but this one?…' She looked at the door and saw that the lock was crushed. "Shit!" She slowly walked in, trying to sense her surroundings, adjusting her sight to the darkness, when she saw a man. She automatically hid herself from him. 'I have a bad feeling about this…Where is Eileen?' She walked towards the man, without a sound, and holding her breath. She followed him and saw he wanted to go up the stairs. 'The office…he wants to go in.' But before he walked up, the man dropped the suitcase on the floor, hide it, and walked up the stairs. Max stared at the suitcase, intrigued. She didn't go up and opened it instead. There was money, plenty of money. 'Damn…there's about 5M in here!'
It was then that she heard a click behind her head. 'Shit!' she turned around slowly and faced the man, he was Asian.

"Who are you?" The man asked her with an accent, still pointing the gun at her, obviously being aware she wasn't a none.

"I'm the Tooth Fairy, couldn't you tell?" Max answered. "And I hate guns." To that she kicked his hands and took the gun out of his reach. But the guy knew how to defend himself, he made a 360degree turn and kicked her hard in the stomach, to which Max fell down but jumped back on her two feet rapidly. "Well, well, well…looks like the rat can defend himself." They went into a sequence of feet and arms kicks. Max didn't see the knife in his hands, but she felt it when the blade entered her flesh on her left side, below the ribs. "Son of a bitch!" She yelled at him before kicking it away from his hands.

"POLICE!" They heard a voice on the back of the church.
'I know that voice.' Max thought. The Asian man kicked Max on her wound, which made her cried for pain and search for air, then he took his money, and ran away from there before the police could see he was even here.

"Fucking bastard!" Max cursed under her teeth.

"You!" She heard the police officer say. Max turned around and saw the officer she had met on the day she had gotten arrested pointing a gun on her forehead. "What have you done again? Terrorizing poor sisters now? Wanted to steel candles?"

"If it isn't Mr. Pervo in person!" Max ironically said. "Well, candles can be needed, it IS dark outside."

"I told you not to cross my path again." He said back, still pointing the gun. "You made a big mistake tonight."

"Believe me, it wasn't my intention to do so." She managed to say, the pain growing inside of her. Her leather jacket could hide the red spot on her blue shirt, but she could feel the blood going down her leg.

Eileen had seen Max fight with the man and was now pretty sure that girl had some sort of military training. When she saw the big fat police officer point a gun to her head, she decided it was time to show herself.

"Hello Julia, and would you mind telling me why, Officer, you are pointing a gun at my friend's head?" She calmly said. Max looked at her, surprised, and thanked god she didn't know her real name.

"You mean that you KNOW her?" Mr. Pervo said, astonished.

"Yes, she came to pick me up." Eileen said back, seeing the guy didn't like this 'Julia' girl, but feeling she somehow had to do something about it. "And stop pointing that gun on her head! I called because of a tall man here, not a 110-pound girl. But he's gone now. Thank you, I don't need your services anymore." She said to him in a tone that pretty much meant GET OUT!

"Hey Mother Teresa, mind your own business would you? This is between that b1tch and me. Go pray or something." He told Eileen, who started fuming at his comments.

"Hey! Watch your mouth!" Max said at the same time that Eileen said:

"Are YOU saying that to ME?" She was pissed, oh really pissed. "Go pray?" She walked near him, knowing perfectly he would never pull the trigger on a sister. "If you don't drop your gun and leave right now, as I politely asked you to, I'll make a report on you that will end your career for life, is that clear? Now, you'll take your…" Eileen paused, searching for the right words.

"Big fat ass…" Completed Max.

"Thank you, exactly-what-she-said out of the place, and you'll put in tonight's report that there was a tall Asian guy in here, about 6 feet, but that he ran out from the back of the church, which is exactly what happened. Are we clear on this one?" She asked him, looking at him right in the eye, to that he looked down from her stare. "I know about the Andrews case…" She whispered to him, still staring at him, which he looked at her, surprised with fear. "I could destroy your life, your family." She said, walking a few step back from him.

"Is there a problem in there Willis?" Asked another officer that got in the church.

Max and Eileen eyed each other for a fraction of a second and then fixed Officer Willis. He grinned and turned back from them.

"No, everything's clear." He shot them an evil look and got out of the church with his partner.

"You're okay?" Eileen asked.

"I won't die." Max told her. "What was that all about?"

"Corruption." Eileen simply answered. Max nodded.

"Now lets get out of here, Lacroix is on his way." Max said, walking towards her bike with Eileen behind. "The son of a bitch! He gave me a ticket!" Max said, taking the paper in her hands. $100. "Bastard!"

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Max and Eileen got into Logan's apartment around midnight. Max had trouble walking but she managed to walk straight in front of Logan, who rolled in.

"Hey, is everything all right?" He asked them, Eileen looked at Max, sensing her pain, but Max didn't say anything.

"Yeah. Would you mind showing Eileen to her room?" She said to him, walking towards the bathroom.

"Sure…" He said back, looking at Max strangely, and showed Eileen to the guest room. "There's everything you need in the wardrobe."

"Do you have a First Aid kit?" Eileen asked Logan.

"Yes…are you hurt?" He saw the blood spot on her shirt. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned. 'Why didn't I see it before?'

Eileen saw his eyes on her shirt and follows his gaze. She hadn't seen it.
"Oh…it's not mine." She didn't have to say it twice that he was already out of the room.

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Max got into the bathroom and started to take out her jacket with great pain. Her shirt was soaking with blood on her left side, as was her pants.

"Damn…" She opened a drawer and took a towel to put on the floor. She stepped on it and tried to take her shirt off, but the cotton was stuck into the wound where there was dried blood. She grinned. "Dammit!" She unzipped her pants and delicately took them off. There was a trace of blood on the side of her leg. She put her hands on the counter, trying to focus her mind to control the pain, but she felt the blood from her head drop. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and a second one. "Come on soldier…you can deal with pain." She told herself. Max reopened her eyes and took her right arm off the shirt first, and then her head, and then she was able to take her left arm off the shirt too, but not without pain. The blood clot was stuck into the fabric, so the blue shirt was glued to her flesh. Max tried to pull out a little but it was like she was tearing her flesh apart.
"Whoa…" She moaned. 'If I do it like we do with plaster, it will hurt for only 3 seconds, right?' She closed her eyes as she was taking a breath; making herself ready to pull the shirt out of her wound. "One…two…thr…" She began to count, but got stopped.

"Max don't!" Logan almost yelled when he opened the door and saw what she was about to do. He had knocked on twice-which Max hadn't heard- and after waiting a few seconds, he had decided to come in. "Are you nuts?! You're going to bleed like a pig if you do that." He said to her, the latter more softly then his first statement.

She looked at Logan who came near her and smiled.
"Two times in the same day you see me in my underwear…you're getting lucky." Logan smiled but stayed serious. And then Max grimaced from the pain.

Eileen knocked on the door.
"I have something that I think she could use…" She said from the outside of the door. Logan went to open the bathroom door and, and when he did, he Eileen, with a bottle of Vodka in her hands. "For the pain." She explained.

"Thanks." And he closed the door back.

"Max, why didn't you tell me? I want to know when this happens." He said, opening the hot water. "Here, take 2 or 3 big gulps of that." She took the bottle from his hands.

"Didn't want you to worry." She took the Vodka. "You want me drunk now?"

"Exactly, this way, you'll do what I want." He replied mockingly. "Now, I'll put that hot water on your skin to soften the clot and be able to pull out that shirt without all your skin following it, okay?"

"How do you know to do this?" Max asked as he took the glass next to the sink and fill it with hot water.

"I was a very active boy, and I had a great mom." He smiled, remembering all of those times when he got into trouble as a kid.

"Really?" Max smiled. "You gave your poor mama angina attacks?"

"Oh yes!" He replied, laughing. "Me and my cousin were the worst 8 year old demons on earth."

"Who? Bennett?"

"No, Isabella…you'd like her." He answered back. "Ready?" Max said yes with her head. Logan pored the water on the shirt, three times, and then gently pulled the shirt. "It's done…yeersh! That's a bad cut!" The cut was about 3 inches long, but not very deep, about 1 cm, but it was enough to make you bleed a lot.

"I know, the artist is an Asian guy, about 35 years old, tall, but he forgot to sign his name." Max said, to which Logan smiled.

"Always find time for mockery." He took his First Aid kit and opened it. "I have to disinfect it Max..." He stared at her. God knows how painful alcohol is on an open wound, so she took the bottle of vodka to swallow a couple of times, preparing herself.

"Okay, I'm ready…can you sew me afterwards? I don't scar, so it doesn't matter if it's not done by an aesthetic surgeon. I'd do it, but the place is a bit hard for me to reach with both hands."

Logan started paling just at the idea of putting a needle in her flesh.
"No…no, I can't do that. God…" He said back to her in a breath.

"It's okay Logan, I can handle the pain, plus I have Mister Stolishnaya here." Max reassured him, raising the bottle of vodka, but it didn't seem to make him more comfortable with the idea.
Logan thought for a second while poring the disinfectant on her wound, but the moans that were getting out of her mouth because of the pain it was causing, was enough for him to keep his position.

"No, Max…I can't do it, I can't hurt you like this, I'm having trouble right now putting that damn alcohol on you." He replied while gently cleaning the wound. If Max wasn't forcing herself not to grimace from the pain, and if Logan wasn't trying not to lose consciousness over the amount of blood, you could have thought while looking at them that it was a great picture.

Eileen felt that her help was needed, so she stood up from her chair and knocked on the bathroom's door.
"Can I come in?" She asked them.

"Sure." Max answered. Eileen got in and looked at the wound.

"Sister Florence is a nurse, and when I came to the Jesus Church, she taught me how to sew, so I could help her when we visited the shelters. I can do it if you want?" She looked at Logan, who seemed relieved and started to gain some color back on his cheeks.

"Yeah, of course. How did you…?" She asked Eileen, surprised.

"I just felt you needed my help, that's all." She said back. "Are you okay to stay on your two feet Julia?"

"Oh yes, I didn't lose that much blood." Max answered, looking at Logan. "I've survived almost drying myself giving blood to someone once, so it's nothing." She smiled. "And call me Max."

"I'm Logan."

"Nice to finally know your real names. Now go take a drink or something, and I'll take care of your woman." Eileen said to Logan, smiling.

"Fine…Max? I'll put your clothes in the washing machine." Logan said, taking them and rolling out of the room.

"I could get used to that." Max said to Eileen.

"So?" Started asking Eileen. "Why did it take so long for you two to hook up?"

Max blankly stared at her, while Eileen was smiling.

"I'm kidding. No need to say, I already know."

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Max got out of the bathroom with a bandage going from her middle belly to the middle of her back. She had put on a clean tank top and panties after cleaning herself up.

"Thanks Eileen."

"You're welcome." She answered back, going to her room, wanting to sleep.

"You're alright?" Logan asked Max. "Do you want some Tylenol?"

"I'm fine, it hurts a little but I'll survive. I've had worst before." She told him, going into his bedroom. "I'm going to rest a bit."

"Sure, I'll take a shower anyway. Be my guest."

Max put herself under the cream sheets of Logan's bed and started to fall into sleep. When she opened her eyes a little while after, she found Logan lying beside her on the covers of the bed, wearing boxers and a T-shirt. She lifted her head a few inches from her pillow and he looked at her, having sensed she was awake. He smiled.

"What the hell are you doing?" Max asked him, astonished. He lost his smile and felt uncomfortable.

"Oh…oh…sorry, maybe it's better for me to sleep on the couch." He said starting to sit up.

Max understood what he thought she was saying and pulled him back with his shirt, laughing.

"Get you're ass back in here! You understood me wrong." He stared at her, confused. "I meant to say * What the hell are you doing on the covers instead of under them, beside me*." She softly said to Logan.

"Oh…well, if you insist." He wickedly answered.

"But I do. I insist." She opened the sheets for him and he got in, and she put her head on his chest while he hold her, making sure he didn't press on the wound.

"You're okay like this?" He wanted to be sure this wasn't an uncomfortable position. But Max was on her right side, which was all she could do. She couldn't sleep on her back or on her tummy.

"Perfect." She replied, kissing him before closing her eyes, hearing his heart beat while he softly caressed her neck and shoulder. 'What did I ever do to deserve you?'

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The next chapters wont be as shippy. Lol!
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Anna