A/N: I'll have you know that I was all set to have this be my first shortie fic, but nooooo, people have to go and review, telling me to write more. Why doesn't anyone review my other fics? It's evil. No one review any of my angsty things. Hmm, maybe it's a sign. Dunno. Anyway, here it is for all you who wanted it-- Part Two, Logan.

Logan had been having the best dream… it had started out good by itself, as he had been winning a basketball game. But then again, he thought, what was a good dream without Max in skimpy clothes? Apparently his subconscious agreed; she had played a main role in quite a few of his dreams this week. And he had been having a very good one, until Bling walked in.

"Up, Logan, workout today, Max tonight."

That convinced Logan. An hour with real-Max was better than a night of dream-Max. As he climbed out of bed and stumbled into the shower, he faintly registered the sound of Bling's slightly sadistic laughter. Bling found Logan's lack of morning-peppiness very amusing.

As the hot water ran down his body, he recalled his dream.

Logan stood up as he jogged around the court-- how he loved being able to move freely, playing with a real team. He loved his wheelchair team, but there wasn't really a big competitive group for that. As he ran up the court, he passed the ball to his teammate who made the final shot. The cheerleaders, who had been screaming on the sidelines, rushed onto the court.

Logan was attacked by a not-so-small bundle of energy and pom-pom, knowing as one does in dreams that it was Max. He picked her up and spun her around, setting her on the ground moments later. He pulled back to look at her clothes. She was wearing a short black skirt, with a tight spandex red belly shirt. She grinned as he looked at her.

"Like the view?" she asked seductively.

Logan grinned back, unabashed. "Hell yeah."

Max grinned at him, and ran her hands over his muscled chest, only covered by the thin jersey. Chills ran up his back as she slipped her hands around his back and under his shirt. As he bent over to kiss her, a teammate pulled him away.

"Logan, where are you? Get up!"

As Bling's voice invaded his dream, Max and everything else faded out to black. He looked at the fading scene, annoyed, and ran his fingers through his hair.

^^Crap, I hate Bling's timing. Happens every time. ^^