Logan walked into the living room, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair, then looked in the direction of the couch. Max was sitting there, all stretched out and reading one of his books... and was that the stereo? It was so low he could barely tell it was on, but then he figured that was the whole point, and that Max could probably hear it just as well as he would be able to if it were on full blast.

"Morning." Max mumbled.

"Hey." Logan greeted. "How did you... er, not sleep?"

"Pretty good." Max said, then closed the book and turned to look at him. "I've been reading about this Voltaire guy."

Logan raised his eyebrows. "Voltaire? Really?"

"Yeah." She said, waving the book around. "Turns out he was this philosopher guy and had all these crazy ideas that nobody liked a whole lot."

"They didn't teach you about Voltaire in -"

Max shook her head. "They weren't exactly into fine literature and philosophy. It was more like train, train, train to kill, kill, kill."

"I don't think Lauren's up yet." Logan said, then gestured to the kitchen. "You want something to eat?"

"You know how I don't work for free and I don't play games?" Max asked. Logan nodded. "Well, I don't turn down free food either."

She smiled and followed him into the kitchen. She hopped onto the counter gracefully and began watching Logan cook. She'd never witnessed a man - hell, she'd never witnessed anyone cooking an actual meal. It was usually cooked somewhere she couldn't see, or Kendra brought something home from her mother's. She'd never seen someone actually dig a pan out of a cabinet, throw some margarine in it (she wasn't sure she'd ever even seen margarine), and actually crack eggs over it. To her it was amazing.

"What?" Logan asked, his usual smirk in this place. For some reason Max didn't mind it so much this time.

"Nothing. Just thinking something stupid." She replied, her eyes fixed on the quickly cooking eggs.

"I'm sure it's not stupid." He said, looking at the eggs himself. "Sorry, I hope you like your eggs overeasy."

"Never had it." She told him, trying to conjure a memory of the last time she had eggs. It was about a month ago. Kendra brought some cold scrambled eggs back from a breakfast she had at her mother's. They were good. Cold, but good.

"Seriously?" He asked and expertly flipped the eggs over. "You've never had eggs overeasy?"

"Never." She informed him. "I guess I'm sheltered."

Logan's smirk grew to a full-out grin as he placed some plates on the counter. "Somehow, I don't see you as a overeasy kind of person."

"And why not?"

"Because," He smiled. "The other name for them is sunny side up."

* * * *

Max shoved her hands in her pockets and looked toward the doorway. They were behind schedule as it was, which was something she had begun to realize was common when working with Logan, and she wasn't liking it. Finally, she yelled out, "Let's go!"

Peter came out first, tucking a gun into his belt. He had another in his hand and held it out to Max expectantly.

"I don't do guns." She told him, staring at the offending weapon.

Peter sighed and turned to Logan, who was walking through the doorway at the moment. "She doesn't do guns."

"You're probably the only one in the city that doesn't." He said and took the gun Peter was holding out for him.

"I'm okay with that." She shrugged. "Lauren ready yet?"

"She's coming now." Logan said. "Now are you sure about this plan of yours?"

Max nodded. "If Peter didn't hurt my poor bike too much last night then everything should work out okay. I wasn't just reading last night. I was working through the situation, weighing the risks and all that good stuff."

"I'm ready." Lauren announced as she entered the room.

Max looked over to Logan and grinned. "Let's go."

* * * *

Lauren watched Max pick the lock of the back entrance of the courthouse and wondered who this girl really was. She seemed quite confident that she could protect her even from Sonrisa's men and she had an air about her that was so much more than human. Lauren wasn't sure what she thought about the girl just yet, but as long as Logan trusted her then she figured she would hold off any judgment

"Come on." Max said, holding the door open for her.

"Are you sure?" Lauren asked, hesitating.

"I make up everything as I go along," She told her honestly. "But in this case I'm pretty sure we'll be okay. Like I said, I can more than adequately protect you."

Lauren paused before walking through the door. She bit her lip, then took a breath and told Max, "I really hope you can, because I have a little girl and right now I have no intentions to leave her without a mother."

After Lauren had walked through the door, Max groaned and thought, Why? Why did she have to tell me that? Why did she have to tell me that? Why did she have to tell me that? Now I might care what happens today. Dammit!