Disclaimer: Still the same as always.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this. I haven't planned on making it such a long story, and maybe might even be a sequel one day. For now please enjoy the final chapter!!

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CHAPTER 4

"So that was your cousin?"

"Yeah." Logan continued to stare out the window. At first he had felt peace and assurance at seeing the people down there, but now they were mocking him. They still had their lives, were moving on like nothing had changed. Only for him everything changed, and he couldn't even begin to understand how he should live his life like that.

One thing was sure, he couldn't let his family be part of that, and if he continued to pour out his emotions like this he was making himself even more of a black sheep and loser when he showed them how poorly he adapted. After his parents had died he had eventually decided to put on a brave front, and it had helped, hadn't it? He would just have to do that again.

He finally looked up at Bling and for the first time uttered a real wish. "Bling, could you take me home?" he needed to take care of his affairs himself. There was nobody left to rely on. He knew that situation, he would just have to focus. He just couldn't allow the loneliness and despair to work its way into his head. He'd been there before.

"Logan, you are not ready to be on your own…"

"I know," he hated to admit that, it made despair creep closer. "I just want to go there, pick up some stuff, check on some things."

Bling looked at him thoughtfully for a long moment and Logan was about to turn away, when Bling finally answered. "Do you think you can handle the ride? It's gonna be painful."

"I don't care."

**

Bling looked down at the young man seated next to him in the elevator. Logan's jaw was tight, sweat was standing on his forehead and his eyes looked vaguely glazed.

This guy was in pain, but too stubborn to admit to it.

Bling sighed. Logan drove him crazy, his attitude didn't help him at all, only he didn't seem to realize that. But still, Bling had not once thought about giving up on him, there was something about that guy that made him special. He couldn't quite place it, but he was drawn to him. Maybe it was that indistinct feeling that Logan didn't suffer this much because of what had happened to his legs. He had the feeling that there was something else going on in Logan's life that caused his pain. Something he definitely needed help with, and Bling would just have to be patient and wait until Logan trusted him enough to open up.

But first of all, he had to find a way to give Logan hope, a reason to go on. Once that was accomplished he could worry about the rest.

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The elevator stopped with a slight rocking and Logan couldn't quite hold back the low moan that escaped his lips. His back killed him, he felt like he couldn't sit upright for another second.

"You alright man?"

"I'm fine." Logan snapped back, gritting his teeth.

"Keys?"

"Chest pocket." Logan didn't feel like he could move his arm up that high and get the keys out himself.

Bling took them out, eyebrows raised at his patient who stubbornly looked at the closed door. The therapist slid the key into the lock and then frowned. "It's not locked."

"Impossible."

"Still, it's open. I sure locked it when I left the last time." Bling stated. "Do you have somebody cleaning the apartment or something?"

Logan looked up, confusion and an emotion Bling couldn't quite place but decided that it came close to panic, crossed his handsome face. But he controlled himself again quickly and hid behind the mask Bling already was accustomed to so well.

"Be silent," Logan whispered as Bling wheeled him into the apartment. Immediately both men could clearly make out the hum of computers and someone typing in stuff at a very fast rate.

Logan looked up, alarmed. "Great, and my gun's in the drawer in the office," he whispered.

"Who's got a key?"

"Nobody."

"Wait here."

"Bling, don't…" Logan hissed. He felt panic rise already again. He couldn't have Bling involved in this! He didn't deserve this! But there was not much he could do, he was trapped in that damn chair, almost unable to move.

The tall, muscular man stalled him though and sneaked closer to where the sounds were coming from.

Suddenly the typing stopped and instead Logan could make out the sound of movements, groaning and then a dull sound, like someone was crashing into the wall. Suddenly, Logan felt very vulnerable. He could hardly move, if that guy had taken out a person of Bling's built, he would be an easy target. Hell, he always would be an easy target from now on!

Then he could make out a voice- a female one. One he knew! One he would always recognize!

"What are you doing here? Who are you? Who are you working for?"

Logan painfully pushed his wheelchair towards the office and found Bling pinned to the wall next to the computers by a petite, slim girl with black curls. He didn't have to see her face to know who she was. But what was she doing in his apartment?

"Max," he said softly. The girl tensed and turned her head to look at him, regret and sorrow washing over her face at seeing him in the chair. He saw it, but in contrast to everybody else he'd met so far, who wasn't hospital staff, it was quickly replaced by her trademark look.

"You know this guy?"

"He's with me," Logan nodded and Max immediately let go off him. "Sorry," she sheepishly looked up. "I'm Max."

Bling eyed her suspiciously but then shook her hand, accepting the apology, still stunned.

"What are you doing here?" Logan asked.

"I needed a computer and I assumed yours was free." She considered the guy sitting in front of her for a moment, he was a far cry from the arrogant cocky rich boy she had met before. Pain and exhaustion were clearly etched into his features. But behind that she could also see his strength and determination. That was what made her dare say the next words.

"But now that you are here…remember that night I showed up, and you offered dinner? That still on I'd like to check this in now, if it's not too much trouble." She thought for a sec. "You could order Chinese food or whatever if your fridge is empty. Fine by me. As long as you buy."

She gently smiled at Logan and for the first time Bling saw his patient smile, too. He nodded to himself in satisfaction. Now he had apparently found the key to Logan's healing process. Now there was hope.

THE END