"Inbetween Haven and Shorties in Love"
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 Haven and Shorties in Love.
Spoilers: Haven, Shorties in Love.
Rating: PG - some graphical violence
Category: Drama, Romance

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The drive in the tow truck was silent except for the country music on the radio. Logan's shoulder was killing him, but he ignored the pain and concentrated on Max instead. Her seizures had subsided apart from the occasional shudder. There was no way he could take Max to a hospital without questions being asked. "Is there a hotel you can drop us off at?" Logan felt it was the best option. After all, they couldn't get any gas for the car until morning.

"Are you sure?" The tow truck driver had heard what had happened tonight at the cabin. "You really should get that shoulder looked at and your girlfriend looks as though she's had a rough night as well."

Logan forced a smile onto his face. "It's just a scratch and besides my friend is a nurse. So we'll be fine." He just wanted to get Max somewhere that was safe enough for her to be tucked up in bed with her tablets and a glass of milk.

"Well, if you're sure." The tow truck driver wasn't convinced but he dropped the couple off at a hotel as Logan had asked.

Word had got around Cape Haven fast, so Logan and Max got a room free of charge. The hotel clerk had assumed as the tow truck driver had that Max and Logan were a couple. Upon seeing the king size bed, Logan and Max quickly decided they were both too worn out to explain they weren't like that.

Once the hotel clerk had left them alone, Max shrugged off the blanket and threw it on the bed. "Right, where's the first aid kit? We need to patch up your shoulder."

"No. We need to get you a glass of milk and your tablets." Logan protested. He noticed Max was shaking again.

"Logan, I am in no mood to argue with you." Max knew her seizures were getting bad again, but she didn't want Logan's wound to get infected. "Hurry up and take your jacket and shirt off."

Without a word Logan wheeled himself over to the bed and transferred onto the bed. Carefully pulling off his jacket, he then picked up the phone and called room service for some milk and something for both of them to eat. "I think you'd better sit down before you fall down."

Max gave Logan a frustrated look and reached into the side pocket on his chair, pulling out a first aid kit. "Take off your shirt." She demanded as she sat down beside Logan on the bed.

Logan did as he was told. Max was still a force to reckoned with even when she was ill. "It's not that bad." It hurt like hell, but he wasn't about to admit that.

Max knew as soon as she saw the wound that Logan was lying. "You know, you can stop being a hero now. There's only the two of us here now and I know your real identity."

Logan hissed as Max cleaned his wound. "Well, I get to play superhero so rarely, I'm not eager to give it up." It was only partly true. He didn't want Max to see yet another weakness in him.

"Being a superhero's not all it's cracked up to be." Max quickly dressed Logan's wound before room service arrived. "I think I'd prefer to be the sidekick." She packed the contents of the first aid kit away with shaking hands. She wasn't so sure that the shaking wasn't from being so close to Logan's bare well toned chest rather than seizures.

Logan reached out to steady a very shaky Max. "Well being the side kick's not so hot either." When Max started to shake violently, he snaked his arm round her waist so that she didn't fall off of the bed. "Why don't you get under the covers. I'll get your tablets." She was really starting to scare him. In the time he had know Max, he had never seen her seizures last this long. The implant was really playing havoc with her body.

"Thanks." Max let Logan help her undo her boots and climb under the covers. "This damn implant's giving me a wicked headache."

"You've been through a lot. It had to take it's toll sooner or later." Logan stroked her hair as he always did when she had a seizure. It had become a habit for them.

A knock on the door alerted them both to the room service they had been waiting for. Logan pulled his shirt back on, transferred back into his chair and answered the door.

"Would you like me to call a Doctor for your girlfriend Sir?" The waiter could see a pale Max tucked up in the huge bed.

Logan shook his head. "No thanks. She just needs to take her medicine and get some sleep." He tipped the waiter and shut the door behind him. Pushing the trolley into the bedroom wasn't an easy take for Logan. Somehow he managed even though it took a while.

Transferring back onto the bed, Logan propped Max up against the pillows on the bed before handing her a glass of milk and her tablets which he had shoved in his pocket before leaving the cabin. "Come on, you'll feel a lot better once you've taken your tablets and get some food inside you."

"When did you become the medical expert?" Max managed to joke once she had taken her tablets.

"Since you and I spent most of our free time patching each other up." Logan joked back handing Max a plate of food. "This definitely wasn't the weekend we planned was it."

"No and don't think you saving my life stops me being mad at you for working this weekend." Max couldn't resist taking a jab at Logan for doing his save the world thing when he should have been taking a break.

"You are obviously feeling better." Logan chuckled. "Look, I'm sorry about working this weekend. But in my defense, I didn't expect to have both of us trapped in the cabin while we were attacked by hoods."

Max put the empty plate and glass on the beside table and snuggled down under the covers. "Fine, I'll give you that one." Exhaustion set in and Max drifted off to sleep.

Logan watched Max sleeping for a moment before he too closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Both of them slept soundly until the next morning when they were woken by the sound of a ringing phone.

For a moment Logan forgot where he was, until he moved to answer the phone and got painfully reminded of the gunshot wound in his shoulder. "Hello?" He really wasn't a morning person.

"Mr Cale. It's the front desk. Your car has been dropped off and I have your keys here. Would the two of you like some breakfast before you leave?" The hotel clerk guessed that the couple wouldn't be hanging around for too long after their not so warm welcome to Cape Haven.

"Yeah, thanks." Logan quickly ordered something for both of them to eat, while Max stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower. "How are you feeling this morning?" Logan asked Max through the closed bathroom door.

"Like I've been hit by a truck." She yelled back. "Which strangely enough is better than I felt last night." Max walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair and another around her tiny frame. Grabbing her bag, she went back into her bedroom to change. "We should take a look at your shoulder. The dressing may need changing."

"Can it wait to after breakfast? I'm starving." Logan would have given anything for the sight of Max wearing only a towel to be an everyday occurrence. "I hope you left me some hot water."

Max walked back out of the bathroom dressed in clean clothes. "Yeah, I left you some hot water." She dropped her bag on the bed and grabbed one of the wooden dinning chairs and sat it in the shower box. "What'd you order me for breakfast?" She swung another chair around and sat on it backwards.

"Food." Logan grinned as he wheeled into the bathroom to take a shower, grabbing his bag as he went.

Max rolled her eyes but couldn't help but grin as well. She let room service in when they arrived and was already half way through her breakfast when Logan left the bedroom. "You ok?" It seemed to Max that Logan had been in the bathroom for an awful long time.

"Yeah, it just takes a little longer to transfer with a bullet wound in your shoulder." Logan wheeled up to the table and set the brakes on his chair. He started to eat his breakfast. "Sorry about this weekend."

Max shrugged her shoulders. "That's ok. Some of it wasn't your fault."

Knowing that was Max's way of accepting his apology gracefully, Logan continued to eat his breakfast. Once Max had redressed his shoulder, Logan packed up the car and they drove back to Seattle.

Max slept most of the trip back to Seattle, so was feeling more like her old self when Logan dropped her home. She had forgotten that she had told Original Cindy that she was going away for the weekend until she opened the door to her apartment.

"So, did you two bang the gong or what?" Original Cindy demanded, a wicked grin on her face.

"Or what." Max dumped her bag on her bed before sitting down beside Cindy on the sofa. "Logan got shot in the shoulder and I ended up having several seizures."

"Damn." That was not the weekend Original Cindy had pictured for her friend and hot boy. "You two alright?"

"Nothing a drink at Crash won't cure." Max grinned.

"Let's go then." Original Cindy went to grab her jacket and then stopped. "It'll have to wait until we've picked up the hot water cylinder we all chipped in for. I managed to convince Herbal and Sketchy to help carry it up the stairs."

Max grinned. "Great. I'll be able to have a hot shower tonight. When are they getting here?" A knock on the door answered her question.

The End