"Inbetween Blah, Blah, Woof, Woof and Out"
by Kirsten Tapp

Disclaimer: Dark Angel doesn't belong to the author, but to James Cameron, etc. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: What went on between Blah, Blah, Woof, Woof and Out.
Spoilers: Blah, Blah, Woof, Woof and Out
Rating: PG
Category: Drama/Romance

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Max paced back and forth in her apartment. Just when she thought things were going great with she and Logan, she had to go and kiss Logan good bye. It had made things so complicated. She had brushed it off at the hospital as her just being emotional. Max was amazed that she hadn't been struck by lightening for that lie. At least Logan hadn't known she was lying.

Kendra had come home from a date with Mr Multiples to find Max wearing a hole in the floor. "Is Logan alright? I thought you said that he was recovering quickly." She knew how worried her friend had been when Logan had been rushed into hospital.

Max stopped pacing. "Logan's fine. In fact he's being released from hospital tomorrow. The nurses probably got fed up of him complaining about hospital food."

Kendra was confused. "If Logan's fine, why are you pacing."

"Just thinking." Max went back to her pacing. What the hell had that dream been about? For a moment at the hospital, she had wondered if they had shared the dream while she had been transfusing Logan.

Obviously Max wasn't going to tell her what was really going on in her head, so Kendra tried another approach. "You could invite him over for dinner."

Max stopped so suddenly that she nearly fell over. "The man is only just getting out of the hospital and you're suggesting I put him back in there with food poisoning."

Kendra had to admit, cooking was not Max's strength. "I'll help you." Though from what Max had told her about Logan's culinary skills, Kendra would have to cook up something flash.

The idea of having Logan over for dinner held some appeal. "I should repay him for all of the dinners that he's cooked for me." Max looked hopefully at Kendra. "So can you help me cook Pasta Tricolore?"

"Sure." Kendra flicked through the pages of a recipe book until she found the right recipe. "Here's what ingredients we're going to need." She handed the recipe book to Max. "I'm heading to bed. When are you going to ask Logan over for dinner?"

"Bling's going to bring him home from the hospital, so I thought I'd meet them at Logan's apartment." Max thought back to their kiss outside the cabin. God that man was a great kisser.

"Ok. See ya in the morning." Kendra disappeared into her room.

Max sat down on the sofa. She didn't know what had possessed her to kiss Logan. Of course, she did think it was the last time she was ever going to see him. She hadn't wanted to miss the chance of doing what she had wanted to do, when he had first stood her in front of the mirror in his apartment.

She had obviously been listening to her friends for too long. She shook her head mentally arguing with herself. She couldn't blame this on her friend's teasing or the fact that she had chosen going back to Logan in Seattle over running to Canada with Zack.

If Logan had asked her to stay with him in Seattle when she had kissed him outside the cabin, Max knew that she wouldn't have hesitated to say yes despite the danger. Max was not used to caring for a guy so much that she would risk her life for him.

To add to her confusion, she still couldn't believe that Zack had handed himself over to Lydecker on a silver platter. He had been so against Max going back to Seattle. The strange part had been that it seemed that Zack had been more angry that she was going back to Logan, than the fact that she would be placing herself in the center of a dangerous situation.

Max grabbed her jacket and walked her motorcycle down to the street. If she sat in her apartment arguing with herself, she would drive herself crazy. What she needed to do was clear her head. Riding her baby was the best way to do that.

Logan played that kiss over in his head over and over again. His first thought after feeling as though he had been kissed by an angel, was why had she kissed him? Of course, at the time it had seemed as though Max wouldn't be coming back. Neither of them had thought they'd ever see each other again, so there wouldn't have been any repercussions. So why did she come back?

It had torn Logan's heart in two when he had encouraged Max to go with Zack. He would have loved to ask Max to stay with him, but he couldn't risk her life like that. It didn't help that he could see that Zack was in love with Max, even though Max only considered him to be a brother.

Still Max had ditched Zack to get back to him. Logan knew that he shouldn't be so happy about it, but he felt as though his feelings for Max weren't as one sided as he had originally thought. The memory of the rejected look on Max's face when he had told her to just go, had gripped at his heart every time he thought about it. If she had known how desperately he wanted to take her in his arms and beg her to let him go with her, he figured he would have probably scared her off.

Staring out of his hospital room window, Logan wondered if Max was as confused as he was. At least she was able to go out into the night and ride her motorbike to clear her head. He was stuck in the hospital until tomorrow when he would head back to his empty apartment.

He had never hated his disability more than when he couldn't run with Max. Watching her walk into the cabin where Zack was waiting for her, had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. Not so long ago, he wouldn't have been that unselfish. In the past Logan would have insisted that he come first. A lot had changed when he had been shot and not just the fact that he was stuck in a wheelchair. His whole attitude towards people had changed. He still wanted to help those in need, but he wasn't as selective as he once had been.

His attitude towards Max had changed. Instead of looking at her as just another beautiful female to pass the time with, he saw her as a friend and partner. He enjoyed the evenings they spent dinning together and playing Chess. He cared about her so much that he was willing to let her go away to Canada with another man.

Then there was that dream. It had almost seemed as though they had shared the same dream, but that wasn't possible. Was it?

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Logan closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. Sleep would not come to him though. His mind was too busy replaying the same scene over and over again. Max heading towards the cabin, then turning and walking back to the car and kissing him. He could still feel her lips on his, her hands on his face. No way was he getting any sleep tonight.

When Bling showed up the next morning at the hospital to pick Logan up, he noticed his friend looked exhausted. "Are you sure you're alright to leave here?"

Logan quickly dismissed the idea of staying in the hospital any longer. "I'll sleep better in my own bed." He transferred himself into his wheelchair. "Let's go." He was a little disappointed. For some reason he thought Max might have been there today. She knew he was getting out of hospital. Determined not to feel sorry for himself, Logan figured Max was probably at work. After all, she couldn't put her life on hold just for him.

Bling handed Logan his packed bag and went to sign him out of the hospital. Knowing Logan, he would probably get back to his apartment and bury himself in work. Bling shook his head muttering to himself. "That man just doesn't know how to relax."

When Bling opened the apartment door, he and Logan were met by a dozen helium filled balloons. All of the balloons had 'Welcome Home' written on them in Max's handwriting. They had been tied to the door handle. Standing in the doorway of an adjoining room was Max, grinning at the surprised look on Logan's face. "It's about time you two got here. I've been waiting for an hour."

Logan had never been so happy to see someone in his life. "Sorry, I had to wait for Bling to sign me out." His earlier disappointment had vanished. "I thought you might have to work."

"I'm on call." Max had ignored Normal's insistence that she be on the Jam Pony premises when on call. "Normal could page me at anytime, but Original Cindy said things are slow today so I'm not expecting to hear from him."

Bling could feel the sexual tension between Max and Logan and figured he'd give them some time alone. "I'm going to make some coffee. Do you two want some?"

"Thanks Bling." Logan wheeled himself over to the sofa. Quickly flicking through his mail on the coffee table, he decided there wasn't anything there that couldn't wait.

"So are you alright to be home?" Max thought Logan still looked a little pale and tired.

Logan managed a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. At least nothing sleeping in my own bed won't fix." He caught the doubtful look on Max's face. "Really, I'm fine. How can I not be with all of this supercharged Manticore blood in me."

Max guessed she couldn't argue with that. "Ok. I was thinking, why don't you come over to my place for dinner on Wednesday?" Before Logan could ask if her invitation was a date, she quickly explained her reason for inviting him. "I figure I sort of owe you for all of the times you've fed me."

"I thought you couldn't cook." Logan wasn't against the idea of going to Max's apartment for dinner though.

"I'm getting some help with the cooking so that I don't put you back in hospital." Max joked. "Plus, I have a fire exstinisher just in case." Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Logan figured he could probably get all of his 'Eyes Only' work finished by Wednesday if he started as soon as Max left. "Sure. Sounds good."

Max hadn't realized that she was holding her breath waiting for his answer. "Great. I'll see you about eight then." At that moment her pager went off. "Damn. Normal's just realized I'm not at Jam Pony. Like I've got nothing better to do than sit around waiting for someone else not to turn up for work." She pulled on her jacket. "See ya on Wednesday. Can you bring the wine?"

"Sure." Logan shared Max's irritation at her boss for calling her into work. "See you on Wednesday." The moment his apartment door closed behind Max, he headed straight to work. Minutes later Logan realized it would take a small miracle to get everything in order by Wednesday night.

The End