Chapter Three

Run away with my heart...run away with my hope...run away with my love....

"Max." Logan nodded briskly as she stalked into his penthouse looking for the world as if nothing had happened between the two of them.

"Its been awhile." she offered coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder to get him to face her.

"We have to stop meeting like this." he smiled, sweeping her into his arms.

"Like what?" she questioned innocently, closing her eyes and pulling him closer. "I miss you." she grew serious.

"You could always come back," he offered kissing her hair.

"Yeah.  And you wouldn't be mad at me at all?  Come on Logan.  You've told yourself that you've forgiven me but if I walked in your door, you'd remember.  You'd remember how I broke your heart.  And you wouldn't be happy about it."  Max offered still cuddled against his chest.

"I don't think I would Max.  I think I'd probably risk death just to hold you again," he offered, kissing her forehead and moving his lips down her cheek and to the base of her neck.

"I thought I told you I fixed that little problem."  Max answered with eyes closed in ecstasy, moving her head back to expose her neck more fully to his exploring lips.  Moving his lips back up he stopped to whisper in her ear.

"Hmm.  Guess I'll never really know." he quickly turned his attention to nibbling on her ear.

"Oh ye of little faith." she chuckled.  Pulling back he smiled at her.

"Just like you don't believe I can walk?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Guess we all have our issues." she answered. "Come back here you are way to far away." she pleaded closing her eyes and lifting her head once more, waiting for him to return to his previous actions.

"No Max." her eyes shot open in surprise.  He'd never denied her in the past. "I can't keep doing this, we can't keep doing this.  Fooling ourselves into believing that we can wait forever.  We can't.  I have promises to keep and you...well it isn't fair to you for me to pretend that things haven't changed." he finished.

"I'm not going to see you again am I?" Max questioned with tear filled eyes.  Pulling her to him again he held her while she cried.

"No Max. No, you won't."

"I want to kiss you then," she informed pushing away from him.  He questioned her with a raised eyebrow.  "What?  We've been doing this for twelve years Logan and we've yet to actually kiss.  I mean really kiss. Because we both know that when we do we'll wake up.  So lets just do it this time.  If I'm never going to see you again, I want to kiss you." she finished.

Smiling he pulled her closer and lessened the distance between their lips.

"I love you Max Guevara.  Don't you ever forget it." he ordered and she chuckled.

"I know.  Trust me, I know. " She answered not able to say the words but conveying the feeling with her substituted words. 

As their lips met their worlds tore apart once more in darkness.

Max rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.  Since she didn't sleep much, her dreams of Logan were treasured, precious and rare, and right now all she wanted to do was slip back into sleep and continue kissing him.  But knowing that it wouldn't happen she sighed and pulled herself from her bed, dragging Hannah out of bed with her.  They really needed to get on the road.

Logan stayed still, lying in bed not moving or opening his eyes, as if he didn't move then he really wouldn't have to move on.  Slowly though he opened his eyes.  At least in his dreams he had a goodbye of sorts.

 Pushing the sheets from him he sat up and swung his feet over the edge of the bed.  He should really call Asha and apologize for his indifference yesterday.

Standing up, he walked over to his closet to grab some clothes.  He'd take a quick shower and call Asha and invite her and Danny over for lunch. 

He really needed to be moving on.