Disclaimer: Belong to Fox, Charles and Cameron. Not I.

Author Note: Finally, it is done. Never again will I say to myself "I'll just add another little chapter to make it more fun." Oh no, 4 chapters later it is finally completed. This one needs a bit more of a rating than the others, due to some naughty behaviour from our two. Things are only implied, however, so we don't get graphic or anything. Season 2 (and all affiliated traits) takes a fairly warm beating in this chapter as well.

Curious about last chapters title? No? Well I'll tell you anyway. Misodoctakleidist = Person who hates practising the piano.

Let me know what you think.





And the fog lifts



Logan awoke early the next morning, to the grand and beautiful surprise of not having an inkling of a hangover. His tongue, however, felt as if it had been replaced with a sandbag at some stage during the night, so he was quite desperate for a drink of water or perhaps a coffee.

He strolled quietly down the hall in his boxers, only noticing after he had left his room that was all he was wearing and so not bothering to go back and get any more clothes on. Passing the guest room he glanced in and noticed Asha still completely dead to the world, the sheets wrapped strangely around her trunk, as she lay across the bed sideways.

He shuffled further down the hall until he got the computer room, which he looked in on and noticed to be completely empty. A large sigh escaped his lips, he wasn't sure why he was expecting Max to still be there, she barely ever hung around the next morning if she stayed at his place last year, and this year… well, she barely hung around there at night.

Opening the fridge he grabbed some milk and juice, then decided that he wanted coffee. A few minutes later – in which time Logan had stared at the percolating coffee machine – a small chime indicated that things were up to temperature and matured correctly to begin consumption. He really needed to understand what all the lights, bells and whistles actually meant one day.

Grabbing the pot, he was about to pour himself a nice steaming hot cup of joe, when he discovered something was missing. The cup. He sighed heavily again, clearly depressed with Max's departure, they had had such fun last night, he thought.

Making his way to where the mugs were kept, something caught his foot down he went. Slightly dazed and a little sore from the places his skin had slapped against the floor, Logan looked around to see what had attacked his foot and brought about the sudden conference with the hardwood. He discovered his bed covering that Max had claimed last night was still lying on the ground. Funny thing about the bed covering was that it felt decidedly more solid than he remembered.

Max! She was curled up on the floor of his kitchen with the large padded spread wrapped around her. She seemed that have some of it clutched to her nose, as if to inhale the smell. There was also a mightily impressive grin on her face, which caused Logan to melt, and forget completely about his coffee.

As he looked at her, about a thousand images from the night before flashed through his mind. Max arriving, Max playing golf, Max taking off her socks on his bed, Max taking off her shirt, Max taking off her pants, Max and Asha having a pillow fight, him taking pictures of said fight and eventually sending them to Sketchy. Oh, crap. He was going to pay for that one, for sure.

He didn't have time to dwell, for more images continued to assault his mind's eye. Playing the piano and then running off to do something with the computer, an overwhelming sense of joy, putting something in Max's drink, kissing her on the forehead… Kissing her on the forehead! Logan quickly patted himself over, just to make sure he was alive and all was well. And it most surely was.

Suddenly – and for no reason – Logan was overcome with tiredness, and made a futile effort to stifle a huge yawn. Nothing but grin was on his face as he looked at the angel in front of him again, and realised that she was now, and once again, within reach.

Slowly, cautiously, he slipped onto the cover, cocooning her with his body as he wrapped his arms around her. The sensation was incredible, and he unwarily let out a very contented sigh as he felt every single millimetre of Max's skin that was pressing against his own. A few seconds after getting settled, he heard Max murmur in appreciation, and snuggle closer to his arm that was now supporting her head.



Asha woke up several hours later, hating the world and everything it contained, especially those that made noise or gave off any form of light. She was just about to roll over and die blissfully when she heard gentle sobs echo off the walls of wherever the hell she was.

Slowly, and very gingerly she rose to her feet, wrapping the sheet around her a bit more before facing the cursors of the world outside the magnificently dark room she was in.

Much to her great pleasure – even though there wasn't much pleasure the way she was feeling – the Seattle sky was covered in an unusually thick and dark blanket of clouds, so the apartment, which she now recognised as Logan's, was coated in a soft dullness.

Asha walked toward the sobs and found herself being lead in the direction of the kitchen. When she got there, she saw on the floor Max and Logan curled up together with Max quietly crying in his arms.

'Max, what's wrong?' Asha eventually asked, after checking that Logan was nowhere near dead, just very asleep, and then walking over to face Max.

'I got so messed up last night that I ended up having sex with a complete stranger again. I can't believe I keep doing this to Logan.' Asha promptly fell over with this information.

After recovering, which took many, many deep breaths; Asha knelt next to Max and folded the sheet around herself a little more.

'Are you sure you did… that, with someone last night?'

'What, are you blind, can't you see the great lump's arms around me?' Max asked incredulously, recoiling from the arms that tightened slightly as she moved.

Asha quickly suppressed a smile.

'Why don't you just get up. Surely you can break free from any mere humans clutches?'

'If I could, then I would, which makes this situation a whole lot worse. He must be an X… oh god, it's not Alec is it?' Max asked, panicking slightly.

'Who's Alec?' Asha asked, slightly confused.

'Alec? You know who Alec is. Pain in the ass, always screwing things up?'

'Are you sure I've meet him?'

'What? Yes, you nearly had sex with him!' Max shouted, becoming very frustrated with this.

'Well, you must be thinking of someone else. 'Cause I don't know any Alec's,' Asha replied.

'Look don't play games… I don't even want to be talking about him, it's making me sick to know that I did… it… with him,' Max said, very downcast.

'Okay, Max, I'm going to help you out a little here. I don't think you had sex with this "Alec" last night.'

'What do you mean? I'm wearing practically nothing and so is he,' she nodded back in the direction of Logan briefly, 'and he is wrapped all around me. What exactly would you call that then, Asha?' Max accused pointedly.

'Well, for one, I think you need to turn around and look at whose arms you happen to be in,' Asha said, this time not being able to hide the smile. Not that she was happy, oh no, this was the final nail in the coffin. Max and Logan could touch; she was completely out of any form of chance now.

'I don't want to face him,' Max rebutted, scrunching her face at the prospect.

'Just do it, Max,' Asha ordered.

'Fine, but you have to help me out afterwards.'

'I have a feeling that you won't want me to,' Asha responded with a smirk.

Max slowly rolled around in the arms that held her, eyes closed as he pulled her body closer to his.

'Oh god,' Max said, sounding incredibly grossed out.

'Open your eyes,' Asha said firmly, becoming annoyed, not to mention her head was starting to throb.

'Logan!' Max squealed right near hysteria. Asha groaned loudly, grasping her hands to her ears before fleeing the room. Logan awoke with a start, blinked several times before quickly glancing around the room.

He then noticed that his arms were full of something, something warm, soft and human.

'Morning Max,' he said cheerily, kissing her lightly on the nose.

'What? Are you insane? You want to die!' Max berated him, trying desperately to squirm away from his grasp.

'Max.' She continued squirming and ignored him, 'Max!' She finally stopped and looked at him hopelessly.

'Look, if I haven't died already, I'm sure as hell not going to drop dead now,' Logan said reassuringly.

'What happened, why aren't you dead, what about the virus?'

'Well, the virus is dead, obviously. And we are touching, obviously. So all is right in the world once more.' Logan announced, kissing her again on the nose.

'Logan, can you loosen up your grip a bit.' He did, and Max took the advantage to squirm out, and then push Logan onto his back before straddling him angrily.

'How dare you scare me like that? I thought you were going to die! I thought I'd ended up in bed with some random guy again. You don't tell me you have a cure, you just come and pounce on me like this-' She stopped abruptly when she noticed that Logan wasn't being intimidated by her fury at all. In fact he was just smiling bigger and bigger by the second. Logan caught her look of annoyance.

'Come on, how do you expect me to feel like I'm in trouble when you're sitting on top of me in your underwear. I'm sorry, but that is nothing but a treat.'

'I'm going to kick your ass…' Max drifted off; the realisation only now just hit her. She was sitting on Logan in her underwear, and he wasn't dying. They had a cure.

She fell down on his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, kissing him all over the face.

'I can't… believe it… a cure… after… all… this… time,' each word was punctuated by several little kisses. Logan's hands moved up and encircled her back.

'Yeah, finally. Everything makes sense again,' he said with a laugh, rolling them over so Max lay next to him once more. She hadn't stopped her assault on his face with thousands of kisses yet, and he was quite willing not to interrupt her.

Max slowed to a finish and rested her head on Logan's shoulder. 'No, the world still doesn't make sense. What about all the others I let out, and White?' Max asked sadly.

Logan pulled back a little to look at her with an expression of utter bewilderment. 'Others, White? Max, what and who are you are talking about?' Logan asked, clearly concerned.

'You know, Joshua the half-man half-dog. White, the member of the super-human crazy "no-pain-no-gain" breeding cult, intent on world domination and for some reason my own personal destruction.' Max said incredulously, unable to believe that Logan didn't know what she was talking about.

'Max, I don't know anything about that. You may be having some side effects from the psycho-actives they used on you at Manticore still.' Logan said reassuringly, stroking her arm gently.

'No, it can't be. I remember all of it so clearly. It has to be real.'

'Listen to what you're saying, Max. Half-man, half-dog, super-human breeding cult bent on world domination. Sounds a might far-fetched to me. Like some pathetic attempt at a Buffy-styled TV show, really. I bet you were wearing heaps of revealing clothing and seemed to always pause in striking, dramatic poses as well?' Logan responded lightly.

'Well, yeah. I always wondered why I was doing that, but still, that doesn't mean that nothing else happened.' Max retorted, sounding slightly scared.

'Max, you had a fairly serious run through the psy-ops section of Manticore when you were taken back there, and some elements of that torture are still drifting around in your head and causing confusion and hallucinations.' Logan said warmly, tightening his arms around Max to comfort her.

'Okay, if you say. Um… I need to go to the bathroom for a sec,' Max said, she still didn't believe him entirely, however. Logan loosened his grip and stood slowly with her. Max took a step and noticed that it was a little shaky.

'Are you alright, Max? I forgot to tell you that the cure I gave you sneakily last night would weaken you for a while. Only to the level of us mere mortals, so I didn't think it would matter much since I'm not letting you out of this apartment for at least a week now,' he said with a large grin, before bending to gather up his bedspread.

Very dazed and confused, Max made her way to the main bathroom, straight to the sink and splashed some water on her face.

Logan was in the process of straightening out his bedspread when he heard a scream come from the bathroom. He rushed in there to find Max holding her hair in her fingertips, joyous-amazement etched into her features.

'Logan! My hair, it's curly again!' she squeaked with delight. Logan shook his head slightly and let out a small laugh.

'You're hair has always been curly.' He moved over to her and took a few silken tendrils in his fingers. 'What do you remember it as?' he asked curiously.

'Straight, it was straight and long,' Max said disbelievingly at the miraculous changes she had endured in one night, apparently.

'Straight. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Sure you would be sexier and everything, but you wouldn't really be Max,' Logan said, his nose scrunching a little.

'So, I'm not sexy?' Max challenged, swirly around producing a terrific pout, whilst cocking a hip and placing her hand on it. This was far more than Logan could handle, especially since she was still wearing her immaculate jet-black underwear.

'Well, we all know that's a lie. I'm going to collapse soon.' Logan said wryly, quickly turning to leave to room before too much blood rushed to his head. He went back and flopped down on his bed again, waiting for Max to finish up before he knew what was going to be a very interesting few hours considering her current state of mentality. Just as he was moving into a nice doze another squeal of delight caught his attention.

'What is it this time?' he asked playfully, walking back into the bathroom.

'I've got some flesh on my bones again! See, feel.' Max said, excitedly grabbing Logan's hand and placing them around her waist, then dragging them up and down her stomach, back and towards her bottom.

'I see, Max. Yes, very nice,' Logan said awkwardly, pulling his hands from her grasp before quickly leaving the room. How much could a man take?

'Is there something wrong, Logan?' Max asked, her voice small and innocent, and completely sexy. Logan found out how much a man could take, and then snapped.

'That's it you're driving me insane,' he said boisterously, before turning around and picking her up, flinging her over his shoulder primitively.

'Oh, Tarzan!' Max swooned dramatically.

'Ugh, Jane quiet now,' Logan responded in a playful grunt.

Five quick strides later they were in Logan's bedroom. Logan stood at the foot of his bed, then bent forward a little, throwing Max off his shoulder to an extremely bouncy landing on the mattress in front of him. She fell in a small fit of giggles, her golden skin radiating in the dull light that flittered through the apartment, her face flushed from their playfulness. Her hair was splayed out perfectly around her head in a stunning halo of brown curls, and her eyes smouldered with desire. Logan had never seen anything as beautiful before in his life.

'Well, come on,' Max said playfully, but with a tinge of nervousness.

Logan eyes were dancing with a determined joy as he slowly knelt on the bed and began to lie down over Max. He supported himself on his elbows above her, smiling warmly as he kissed her gently. Max felt all her tension melt away, and found her hands travelling to enclose his form and bring it closer to her.

Much kissing and travelling of hands later found Logan struggling with the apparatus encasing the top half of Max.

'Stupid… strappy… supports…' he grumbled, struggling with the clasping mechanism. Max sat up above him, a playful smile on her face.

'Yeah, strappy supports suck.' Quickly and skilfully she had the device removed and thrown across the room. Logan ogled for several long minutes before the passion continued and increased significantly.

Another period of time past, and their breathing and flushed features were becoming more prominent. Max slid her self very smoothly and salaciously down Logan's body, until her hands came to rest on the top of his boxers. She looked up at him pointedly and watched as the gears turned in his mind.

Finally with a elated shout of glee and a snapping of fingers Logan said, 'Stupid silks.'

'Yeah, silks suck,' Max replied with a smile, sliding the garment from his body, leaving him completely bare to her passion.

A while later, they both knew and wanted with all there spirits for the time of consummation of their love to commence. This was the moment; a year and a half of nothing but sexual tension was finally about to be released in the most dramatic and explosive of fashions.

Max sat on Logan's stomach, her chest rising and falling sharply with her ragged breathing, her face flushed from their passion, her lips red and moist from kissing, her hair tangled and knotted from Logan's hands.

Logan lay under Max, lungs heaving for more air, face stuck in a grin, eyes shinning with delight, hands smooth from roaming over her body.

He slid his hands down her waist, until they came to rest on the final barrier between them and utter bliss.

'Stupid ss…. Stupid, sss…' his eyes flicked to hers in panic, and only saw panic in return.

And so it went on into the night, neither one of them able to come up with an appropriate title for Max's underpants.


















Quite some time later...




'I can't believe it, this flimsy piece of material is stopping us from having sex… wait a minute.'

'Stupid sex-stoppers!' Logan shouted triumphantly.

'Good enough for me!' Max responded, equally vocal.

The final barrier was removed and their fun began. Max never looked back on the mere hallucinations that seemed to be her crazy life for half a year, and Logan was glad to forget the virus had ever existed. Asha walked home in her underwear, having misplaced all of her clothing and any desire to spend time at Logan's place ever again.





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