Disclaimers: I don't own Dark Angel or anything related to it, doesn't life suck! And I don't own the dialogue form the first episode that you might recognize.

What if Max's mom had escaped Manticore with Max? What if Max grew up knowing Original Cindy and Kendra? What if Max's mom hadn't named Max, "Max," but something different. What if Logan wanted to find this Manticore "orphan." Here's their story...

A/N: I want to thank everyone who reviewed. I apologize for the wait, but I was in a play and then my stupid English teacher gave me one week to write an essay, while I was in a play!!!!!!!!!! (Hopefully I aced it. If not she can kiss my non-genetically engineered ass.) If you think any part could be better, I'm open to suggestions. Anyone wanna help me proofread??????

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*Two Months Later*

"Cass. Cass. Cass!" Original Cindy kept waving her hand in front of her friend. "Anybody home? Cassandra!"

"Jesus! What the hell is wrong?" Cass said, looking like there was something wrong with Cindy. They both looked at the other. "I gotta blaze," Cass finally said, glancing at her watch in the dark bar.

"Gotta go visit Mr. Moneybags?" O.C. gave her best 'Don't screw with me' look.

"Boo, ya know its not like that. We hardly know each other, he needs help and I'm gonna help him."

"Fine, whateva' just remember to be careful. I'm still not sure you can trust him." Original was distracted by the new person that entered the door, "Yum...Tall, blonde, and gorgeous skin, gotta blaze girl."

Cass laughed at Cindy, put down money on the table, and left the room, "Tchoa, boo."

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*Foggle Towers, Penthouse*

"Anybody home?" Cass called after picking the door lock. "I got an empty stomach and a tired ass."

"Come on in, we're just finishing up his last reps." Bling called out to Cass, "So, Logan finally got you a key. How'd you convince him?" he asked, finishing Logan's leg reps.

"Oh, yes, please talk about me some more like I'm not in the room," Logan growled, sweat streaming down his face and back.

"Actually, I haven't gotten a key from him yet, I just learned how to pick the locks. A talent I will teach you someday," Cass smiled and held her head up high.

"Hi, my name is Logan. Remember me, I kinda own this home and some consider me to be really rich. I used to be tall, but I got shot in the back and could really use your help in getting off this thing and into the bathroom so I can shower before fixing dinner for the babe," Logan made sure to put emphasis on that word, "and the brawn."

Cass looked at Bling, then at Logan, "Which is the babe and which is the brawn?" At Logan's exasperated look however, she smiled and winked, "Since I'm the brawn I'm gonna take you to your bathroom while the babe here," she put her arm on Bling's shoulder, "sets the table for three."

"Sorry, I'm not gonna be able to eat with the two of you tonight, as much fun as that is, but I got a date with my sis. Hate to leave, but gotta blaze," Bling quickly got out of that conversation fast. As much fun as dinner sounded, he hated the looks the two gave each other when they thought no one was looking.

"So all that's left is the brawn and the brain, unless you have some weird showering habits that I don't even want to know about, God, you've gained weight, I'm expecting you in the kitchen in twenty minutes. And you'd better not be late," Cass glared threatenly down at him.

"No prob. See ya later," Logan moved towards his bedroom. "Wait a second, I've have not gained weight."

"Fine, you gained "muscle," whatev', just FEED ME!" Cass gave him a playful mad look.

"Hurry, I can feel myself wasting away," she collapsed on her knees.

"I'm going, I'm going...I am not fat," and with that he raced towards the shower. He made an all-time personal record and was back, glasses and all, in fifteen minutes. "What culinary miracle are you expecting tonight? Cass?" Cass was on the couch, twitching very badly.

"Cass!" Logan exclaimed, racing to her side.

"Logan. Bag. Medicine. Now," Cass managed to get in the middle of the siezure. Logan wasted no time and had her medicine and a glass of milk at her side in no time. "Thanks," she managed.

Logan took her hand in his, "Not a problem for the prettiest girl in the neighborhood."

Cass frowned, "Only the neighborhood?" They both laughed before it became comfortably silent. Cass finally stopped shaking and fell asleep.

"Guess it's dinner for one tonight," Logan sighed and put Cass's hand on her stomach, and immediately missed her touch. "Why do I always fall so hard for the one I can't have?" he asked himself quietly.

"Don't be so sure of that," Cass mumbled.

"So it's dinner for two tonight?" Logan murmured. He was torn between hugging her so hard she couldn't breathe or kissing her. He chose the omnipresent third choice: neither.

"Both," she said, yawning. Logan pretended not to know what she was talking about, and ignored her.

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*Sixth Months Later (I'm thinking events that happened in the show really happened here to kinda fill the space b/c I'm suffering from major writers-block) Foggle Towers-Penthouse*

"What are you all packed up for?" Cass asked as she entered the apartment.

"I'm taking a trip and you're coming with me, Original dropped by your stuff while you were on a run." Logan's head appeared before the rest of his body.

"Where exactly are we going?" Cass asked, she figured she'd better ask before refusing, it might be an okay location anyway.

"We are going to Puerto Rico," Logan said, putting a couple of shirts into a small suitcase.

"Ah, yes. Puerto Rico, the home of all famous mob bosses, or where they ran after the Pulse. That's kinda ironic don't you think, after all, they could get away with anything now. Why?" Cass cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"Well..." Logan didn't really wanna finish this conversation after all the trouble they had had with that Lydecker guy and a "brother" of Cass's that he would prefer never seeing again, but he did value his life. "WehavetodothisbecauseIhaveacontacttherewhoowesmeafavor," he got out in a rush.

"Whatev'. Puerto Rico, huh, not a bad vacation spot. A little hurricanish for me, but that's just me," Cass winked at him. "Gotta get a doctor's note for the boss, do ya think ya could?" Cass trailed off.

"Already taken care of," Logan gave he genuine smile. "Help me take this stuff to the car," he gestured at the bags in front of him.

"Well, the brawn can handle this better than the brain can, right?" Cass smirked.

"Right, now move!" he pushed some bags at her.

"Now, I'm your slave. Is that a step up or a step down? I can't say I like it either way," Cass frowned playfully, then quickly dodged the pillow that was tossed her way. "Hey, that was cheatin'," she tossed the pillow back at him.

"Yeah, sure, the crippled versus the genetically engineered superbeing, and *I'm* cheating?" he teased her. The last six months had certainly been interesting. They had discovered who exactly she was, what she was, and in return she had been giving him blood, a little at a time to prevent his body from rejecting it (after a major reaction he had had earlier), and she had also helped him take down more than one supercriminal. Now, they were concentrating on getting him back on his feet and finding the truth behind her "family."

"Well, I guess I can't use my powers against you mere mortals," Cass teased back, then grabbed the bags and his keys to his car and left the apartment.

"Puerto Rico, here we come," Logan grabbed the remaining bags and put them in his lap. He turned off all the remaining stuff that was on and left the apartment, locking the door as he closed it.

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*Two Hours Later, Seattle International Airport*

"How long does it take a stupid plane to be repaired or find a new plane to replace it?" Cass exclaimed, she was very frustrated. Well, two hours in any airport would frustrate anyone, but she didn't have anything to distract her and Logan had just pulled out his laptop.

"Cassandra, it can take quite a while now would you please find something to distract you. Can't you wait for anything?" he asked. Her constant shifting and fidgeting was about to kill him.

"Excuse me, Mr. My middle name is Patience, if you hadn't brought that laptop, you'd be even worse than I am," Cass was pissed now; how dare he tell her it was her fault and that she was annoying. Okay, he hadn't said she was annoying, but she got the meaning of his words.

"Boarding flight 184 to Puerto Rico," the intercom informed them.

"Thank you, God," both mumbled below their breaths; they were finally on their way.

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A/N: Loved it, hated it, wanna proofread, just let me know...:) Peace to all in this time of need.