Disclaimer: See Ch 1.

Spoilers: Season 1, Between "Camera" and  "Meow."

Reviews: Please! Thanks to all who've taken the trouble.

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Logan found himself walking slowly along the stony beach, the rhythmic sound of the waves breaking onshore surrounding him. Above him, the sky was spring blue and decorated with wisps of clouds. Pale sunlight bathed everything around him. He could feel its delicate warmth on his face and arms and on the wave-rounded stones beneath his bare feet. The light fabric of his pants brushed against his legs with every step he took.

Max walked beside him, their thighs and hips touching now and then as they struggled to find their footing on the uneven surface. Her fingers intertwined with his, soft and strong in his grasp, her inner arm lightly caressing his. She laughed lightly as she stumbled on the stones, grabbing his other arm to steady herself.

Smiling down at her, he brushed the windswept curls from her face, his other hand firm on her side. He could hear her soft breathing over the crash of the waves; smell her delicate scent amid the salt sea air. Gently he pulled her toward him, his arm circling her waist, both smiling as they drew closer. She lifted her hand to trace the side of his face with her fingers. He closed his eyes feeling the curve of her hips against him, the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest. Her scent surrounded him and he was drowning in her.

Then he was falling back into the darkness, powerless to stop its walls from closing in on him. He felt Max was somewhere within reach. He could feel her presence, smell her, and touch her softness and strength. Desperately he tried to fight his way back to the warmth and light but there were only shadows and the impending blackness, and the only things he could feel for sure were the cold and pain.

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As soon as she heard the engine she was up and running for the widow. Headlights streaked though the bare trees at the end of the drive to the cabin. Returning to the sofa, she softly lifted one of the sheets to wrap around herself, relaxing into a sigh as she noticed the slight tinge of color to his face in the pale candlelight.  She found her hand tracing the outline of Logan's jaw as she wondered how much time had passed. They had lain there for what seemed like hours, though she knew, that in her panic, she had lost all track of time.

Jake was first in the door, followed by the paramedics who moved immediately to the sofa. "Damn phone lines were down. Couldn't get help until we reached the hospital." He was peering over the medics as he spoke and finally turned to Max when satisfied that Logan was in capable hands.

"Is Anna OK?"

He snatched the baseball hat off his head, clutching it in front of him while his eyes dropped to the floor. Max took a step toward him, alarmed by his reaction to her question.

"She'll be fine. Mild heart attack they said. Of course I only stayed as long as it took them to get the ambulance crew together, but she was conscious by then." He squirmed beside her, his attempt to back up blocked by the medics. In the glow from the heater, she noticed his scarlet cheeks while he continued to study the tips of his work boots intently. She tightened the sheet around herself, suddenly very conscious her attire, or lack thereof.

Logan was on the gurney now and she hurried to help get it out the door and down the ramp. "Jake. Bring our shoes with you." Spurred into action, thankfully in the opposite direction from the mostly naked Max, he grabbed the footwear and valiantly piled the wet clothing on top. The object of his discomfort was accepting reassurances from the crew that Logan's vitals looked reasonably good as they maneuvered across the threshold.

"Come on then." In response to her order, his legs started to propel him toward the group. Before following the gurney into the back of the ambulance she caught him by the wrist and fixed him with a dark intimidating stare. "You won't say anything about…" hers eyes flitted from her sheet to the clothing in his arms and back to his deer in the headlights expression.

"Not a word ma'am." Two seconds later she was sitting next to Logan, leaving Jake to sit up front clutching the soggy evidence.