Disclaimer: You know, this whole disclaimer thing was just invented to rub in the fact that I own NOTHING!

A/N: Sigh. Nothing happens in this chapter. Nothing. Well, fluffy sap happens, but that really doesn't count. Oh, well. I think there will be 1 or 2 more chapters. I don't know yet. Anyway, try not to flame me to death when you read this. ;)



Logan awoke quickly at the sound of voices in the apartment. He was about to get up and investigate, when he felt Max's absence from their bed. Only Max and Krit talking. I forgot about the whole no sleep thing.

Logan got up and wandered towards the living room, pausing at the door. He felt a little guilty eavesdropping, but he wanted to know what they were talking about.

"So, Maxie." Krit began. "Logan seems nice."

Max smiled. "He's wonderful." She sighed. "I hate putting him in danger, though."

Krit smiled. "Max. Life's too short to worry about things like that. There may never be a happily ever after, but you just have to enjoy your happily ever now."

Max smiled and hugged Krit. "OK. I'm going to bed. This little one is sapping my energy." She grinned to herself. "Perhaps you'd like to join me, Logan?" She asked, turning her head towards the door.

"Damn!" Logan cursed. "Stupid enhanced hearing."

Max grinned "Come on, loverboy. Lets go to bed."



"Max? Honey, wake up." Logan gently woke Max up.

"Logan? What's wrong?" Max asked, her forehead furrowing.

"Nothing." Logan paused. "I want to give you something."

"Why?" Max frowned.

Logan chuckled. "I want to apologise for eavesdropping last night." He stopped, then continued quietly. "I never want you to think that you're putting me in danger. I chose you. I love you."

Max grinned. "You're gonna make me cry."

Logan laughed. "Here." He said handing her a card.



When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his feathers may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.

Even as he is for your growth so he is for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height

and caresses your tenderest branches,

So shall he descend to your roots

and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

All these things shall love do unto you

that you may know the secrets of your heart,

and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only

love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you to cover yourself

and pass out of love's door,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,

but not all of your laughter,

and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives nothing but itself

and takes nothing but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

-- from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran --



"Logan." Max sighed as she finished reading. "It's beautiful."

"I hoped you'd like it." He paused. "I mean it, Max. I will never leave you. And if you leave, I leave too."

"Alright." Max snapped sarcastically. "What do you want?"

Logan grinned. "You, sweetheart. Only you."