Max creeped in after picking the lock of the door. It had barely changed. Still the same old bachelor pad. Nice furniture, expensive art. Typical Logan.

She heard the tapping of the computer, and spied him in his usual corner. Using her stealth, she tiptoed up behind him, and declared 'Package from Jam Pony Messenger Service.'

There was a silence. Logan stopped, and stared at the computer. He knew who it was- or he hoped he knew. If only it was her.... Slowly, he swivelled around in his computer chair and gasped.

'Max?'

'Please sign here.' She said, smiling weakly.

'I thought you were gone for good.'

Max put her hands on her hips, dropping the package on his lap. 'You don't get rid of me that easily' She said, walking away from him into the kitchen.

They sat opposite each other at the table, separated by silence.

'So did-'

'Are you-' They said simultaneously. Then they laughed uneasily.

'You go first.' said Max, taking a sip of her coffee.

'I think there's been a lot of unsaid words.' Logan said after a pause. 'You took off before I had the chance to apologise. I was upset about Asha, but I never blamed you, Max. You did what you had to do.'

'You said I had a childish grudge.'

'I never meant it. It was in the heat of the moment. I take back everything I said.' Logan stared into his coffee for a moment. This was hard to say, but he had to let her know exactly how he felt. 'I don't think I can live in a world that doesn't have you in it, Maxie.'

'Maxie?'

'It was hard while you were away. I didn't have anyone. But I need you.'

'I need you too.' Max placed her hand over his softly. He tore his hand away.

'Max! The virus!'

She grinned. 'What virus?'

'Remember? Manticore? You're the carrier!'

Max simply laughed. 'It's gone. For good. If you want, I can go get it back but-'

'Really? For good?' This seemed too perfect to be true. 'Am I dreaming?'

'No. This is one hundred percent reality.' Max replied. 'So am I forgiven?'

'Am I?' Logan asked. He stood up and turned on some music, then pulled her up to join him. Slowly she took her hand in his and they started to dance in Logan's dimly lit apartment.

'Logan Cale, you are one smooth talker.' She whispered into his ear.

'How about this: I want you to move in here? First thing tomorrow? I don't take no for an answer.'

'I never want to leave your arms again.' was her tender answer.

They kissed, and nothing in the world could ever tear them apart again. Not even a virus , a blonde S1W. Or even Manticore.