Max was speeding on her bike off to Logan's. She decided to skip Crash considering she might be tempted to exposure by kicking Sketchy's ass from her to Wyoming. He had been such an annoying asshole the whole day trying to get her to break up with his girlfriend for him. Of course she refused but he annoyed to her limits.

She slowed down and looked up to the apartment Logan was in. There was no movement. Good, he was getting the rest he ought to. She dismounted her black baby and locked it and headed up.

Max picked the lock with a flick of her wrist. She walked in and closed the door behind her silently. She was heading towards his bedroom to check on him but she stopped in the Living room.

Logan was sprawled on the couch in nothing but his boxers. Max's flesh began to get real hot and she had a tingly feeling. Of course he looked out of sorts from being sick but damn was he hot. She raised an eyebrow as he stirred then went into a coughing fit. He fluttered his eyes open and immediately put a hand to his head. The room was swimming and twirling about him again. He lifted his wrist to see if he could make out the numbers on his watch.

Max smiled realizing he was still completely unaware of her presence. Logan decided he would not gain any success by trying to make out the small flashing numbers. He clenched his eyes shut again as he felt his stomach was going off a cliff.

"Knock, knock." Max said softly hoping she wouldn't startle him to badly. His eyes snapped open and he looked over to Max.

"Your early." He smiled a little but tried to look at his watch again. "You are aren't you?" with a bit of confusion etched in his face.

"Yeah. I figured that if I went to Crash then I would be forced to snap Sketchy's neck so I figured that it wouldn't be wise to do that in a public place." Logan's eyes went down as he tried to control the bashing his brain was undergoing.

"You doing ok there?" Max asked as she noticed with her super senses how tense and crappy he was feeling. Her eyes fell to his shapely abs. Max's brow furrowed as she noticed they were contracting.

"You gonna throw up?" Logan shook his head.

"Nah. I don't like to throw up."

"So you just don't because you don't want to?"

"Yeah I have this way of keeping it down."

"You know that will only make you feel worse to hold it in."

"Look who is talking, Ms. I don't ever get sick." Max shrugged.

"I was taught well about the human anatomy from some people." Logan knew she was talking about Manticore.

"Well don't worry I am fine. You didn't have to come over you know."

"I know but I thought it would be worth the while to check in on my meal ticket. After all what would I eat if it wasn't for you?" She smiled jokingly. He smiled briefly but it quickly vanished as he used every inch of his will power not to double over in pain. But of course as usual Max detected it. She walked up to him closely and bent so she was sitting on her heals in front of him.

Logan managed another weak smile in order to indicate he was fine. She knew better than that.

"Logan I really think you need to."

"Need to what?"

"Throw up."

"No I am fine really." He said quickly. Logan was kind of nervous taking into perspective he was in his boxers only. It was almost embarrassing but it was not preventable.

"Why don't you like throwing up anyways? Sure it is defiantly not fun from what I can tell but it can't be that bad." Logan cast his eyes down.

"Bad memories. You know how that works." She looked at him hoping he would explain a little more. Logan looked up at her expectant face.

"Kinda get a little paranoid bout that stuff once you see someone puke their guts out till there are non left. Literally." She nodded her head understanding. He spent a lot of time trying to protect people from that stuff but he had seen pictures and videos of the effects of the things that he wanted to chase away.

"Logan you should be in your bed." He shook his head. He didn't need help. He could take care of himself.

"Ok sorry but I am not giving you a choice here."

"What. You playing nurse here or something like that?"

"Somethin like that." Max wrapped her arm around his waist and put his arm over her shoulder and helped hoist him up. His legs were kind of shaky but she managed to help him to his bedroom. He could walk it was just he got really dizzy and nauseous in the process. Max took her arm from his waist and helped him sit on his bed. She knelt in front of him and took her hand and placed it on his forehead.

"Damn Logan. Did you try to work when you were like this?"

"I was feeling better than this before." He said defensively. Max rolled her eyes.

"You know for some one so smart you sure lack that important piece of common sense most people have." She placed her hand on his bare chest trying to ignore the chills that traveled trough her. Logan was looking at her intently trying to figure out if he felt her shiver. She pushed him back gently so he was lying down.

Logan reached over to the bedside and grabbed a bottle, which he practically emptied in his hand and chugged them down.

"What are those?"

"Something to make me feel better."

"More like something used to commit suicide. There is a dosage written on the back."

"This way it works better."

"Sure. When your heart stops beating everything feels better right?" She said sarcastically. Max paused a long time and stared off in to space. "Look Logan I don't have any obligations tonight and you obviously can't take care of yourself so I am gonna stay here with you." Logan lifted his head so he could start to protest that he could very damn well take care of himself but she press a finger to his lips.

"No I am staying. Don't try to tell me you are fine because your not so don't even think about trying to lie in order to preserve your unusually large ego." Logan scowled.

"My ego isn't that big." She smiled at him but pushed him back to the pillow again.

"Yes it is. Now go to sleep ok?" Logan watched her to see what she would do. Max walked up and went over to sit in the chair in the corner of his room.

"Gonna watch me sleep?" He asked with a cocky grin.

"Yep. To make sure you don't try to do something stupid instead of falling asleep now do it now." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Little demanding aren't we?"

"Yes now shut up and close your eyes." Logan decided not to fight her anymore. He closed his eyes and drifted off unaware of the feelings and thoughts bubbling inside the other person in the room.

Max sat there and hugged her knees to her chest thinking as usual. She watched him breath in and out slowly and deeply. She hugged her knees tighter to her trying to ignore her racing heart. 'He looks so peaceful yet intense when he is asleep. Guy doesn't let his guard down when he is asleep really. Kinda like me. God he is so perfect besides the fact he is stubborn and a proud ego maniac.' Max was intent. 'I wish…No Max we don't wish. He isn't for you. So you are fond of him. Ok VERY fond of him but that only means you can take care of him. This is safe.' She convinced herself. 'Yep nothing here puts us in a potentially dangerous situation emotionally or physically. So you can't have him. But I mean what is that love crap anyways. It don't mean a thing.' Even as she said this to convince herself but a very small quiet clear voice said, 'At least it wouldn't matter if it was with anyone else it wouldn't mean anything.'

Max was beginning to scare her self as she kept trying to push back insecure thoughts of love and duty and death. She did this shit way too much and she needed to stop herself. Max slowly got up and she began to head towards the door because the pressure was too much.

"Max?" A groggy voice behind her asked. She turned to see him looking at her through squinted eyes.

"I'll be right back. Go back to sleep." She said softly. He nodded and closed his eyes again.

Max stepped out and began to pace the living room floor. She had thoroughly exhausted herself mentally. She walked softly back into his bedroom. She noticed he was beginning to get the shakes. He looked really uncomfortable. Max contemplated this a bit and she walked over and sat on his bed looking down on his face. She stroked his forehead a little while. He was really hot but he was shaking from cold. She moved the sheets on him and moved next to him. 'I'm just taking care of him. Nothing more,' she told herself as she lay next to his body. Instantly comforted by the warmth off Logan she fell asleep.





Logan woke up the next morning still feeling like shit; he turned over to see Max sitting next to him watching him.

"How ya feeling now?" She asked softly.

"Better." He said studying her beautiful face. "Thanks."

"No big dealio." Max put her smooth hand over his forehead again.

"You seem to be getting better." She slid her hand off his head. "As much as I would love to keep playing nurse here I have to go to work."

"Yeah." They were both speaking just above a whisper now. Logan wanted nothing more than to run his hand down her face at this moment but he didn't. Max wanted to run her hand up and down his arm that was dangerously close.

"I'll swing by later to check on you again."

"You don't ne-." She cut him off.

"I know I don't need to but I want to. You need to sleep more today. And no working." She told him firmly. "I mean it." She said again as discontent crossed his face. She smiled at him softly and got up.

"I'll see you later." Logan nodded. Once he heard the front door close he heaved a sigh and let his head drop heavily to the pillow.





A/N I don't know what you guys want out of this fic. I don't have a clue where I am going. I don't know what this will turn into. So raise of hands, who wants confessions of love in this fic? Or should this stay in romance from afar?