Title: The Dance

Disclaimer: Season 2 would be so much different if I even had a little bit of a claim you'd be shocked and I don't own the song The Dance by Garth Brooks, I'm just borrowing it.

Authors Note: Well I was listening to The Dance and my muse to write Max and Logan fic returned, if only slightly, so thank Garth Brooks and my mother for forcing me to listen to this song repetitively when I was younger (

Setting: Before Season 2, actually push Season 2 back a few months and that's where this would fit. Basically just remember Logan thinks Max is dead.

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Logan Cale sat in his apartment, on a rainy night in Seattle looking out the window. Since that dreaded day only a few short months ago this is where he could be found almost constantly. For once he had music on, a radio station that was hosting its request hour. The DJ's booming yet settling voice announced song after song, Logan's attention was only caught by one. "Now this is for Sydney, from Michael. The Dance by Garth Brooks." As the lyrics started playing Logan's heart broke.



Looking back on the memory of

The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone

For a moment all the world was right

How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain

But I'd of had to miss the dance



"Max," Logan whispered slowly. The memory of a dream danced around his memory. He knew it wasn't real but it felt real. The music played on as Logan thought of it.



Holding you I held everything

For a moment wasn't I a king

But if I'd only known how the king would fall

Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all



"I could have saved her, I could have." Logan said standing up and leaning his head against the window in front of him.



And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain

But I'd of had to miss the dance



Thought's raced through Logan's mind, 'If I'd know would I still have fell in love with her? Would have I welcome this pain? This heartache? This misery?' After turning and leaning his t-shirt clad back against the window, he breathed out his answer.



Yes my life is better left to chance

I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance



"Yes" He answered simply, wondering why he even had to think about it.