Disclaimer - Christmas is coming..........

A/N - Ya I realize I haven't posted much but I just lost interest in this fic, but I've recently regained it so I promise regular updates for awhile!

Chapter 6 - The Next Morning.......

Morning came all to soon for Max. She wasn't tired, but sleep seemed to be a lovely escape into nothingness, where the pain of the past days events couldn't follow her. But she was a solider right? Soldiers didn't mope, they went through with the routine......and that is what she would do.....no matter how much it hurt.

Zack woke her at 9am, but was kind enough to do it with a cup of coffee in his hand. She gratefully took the Styrofoam cup from him and let the hot bitterness seep through her, bringing her to the present. Max sat and finished her coffee, when she was done she tossed it in the basket across the room and went into the bathroom.

It was then Zack let out his breath, without even realizing he'd been holding it. He was glad she was no longer crying, but the fact she was acting kinda soliderish worried him a bit. She never behaved this way. He knew he would have to tell her, he couldn't keep the act going much longer.

Max came out of the bathroom a few minuets later. She was wearing back leather pants and a blood red muscle tank, her curls hanging loose around her shoulders. She walked out with no expression on her face, and sat down to put on her boots.

"Now what?" she asked, looking up from tying her boots.

"I guess we can move out" Zack said hopeing she didn't notice his slight indescion.

"Is something wrong Zack?" She asked walking towards him till they were face to face.

No time like the present he though to himself.

"Why don't you sit Maxie?" Zack asked taking her by the shoulders and pushing her to the bed.

Max jumped up as quickly as she had been pushed down. She looked at him, concern filling her large mocha colored eyes.

"Whats wrong? What aren't you telling me brother?" she asked quietly.

Zack shifted uncomfertabley, he was hopeing it would go better then this, but carpe diem right?

Without another thought he kissed her with all the passion he had in him.