A/N: Sentences in italics are the thoughts of the characters. Once again, I borrowed a few lines from my favorite episode (as you can tell), the Pilot. This is quite possibly one of my favorite chapters, too.
Chapter 11: Revelation Part 3

A flash of light blurred her vision. "Release him!" Before the longhaired male could make out whom she was, Max kicked the flashlight out of his hands and punched him on the face, making him pass out on top of his friend.

This is all getting too fishy. She thought as she bit her lip and resumed her fighting stance.

A familiar voice made her stop dead on her tracks. "Good job, Max," the husky voice told her in a slightly amused tone.

"Now turn around," he demanded.

"As long as you don't have a gun pointing at my face," Max quipped.

She bent her head and could make out her own silhouette on the hardwood floor from his flashlight. He was a good distance away from her. Good. A second later, she heard him say, "Deal."

Max put her hands down and slowly turned around to face him, who was clad in the same wife beater and jeans from when she had last saw him. To her surprise, he had a look of fright on his features. "Now, Logan..."

The remaining few words were muffled by a rough hand that tightened around her mouth. "Bling! It's all right. I just need to talk to her." Logan gave his best friend a hard look, who seemed to understand his gesture.

"Do me a favor and get Sung and Sebastian out of here," he said coolly.

Bling's hand loosened on her mouth. Almost immediately, Max heatedly pushed him away from her, making him land on the floor on his bottom. "Do that to me again, I won't promise you that your ass won't be kicked," she threatened.

Bling stood up abruptly and tightened his fist. "I'm doing this for you, Logan not for anyone else." He eyed Max and hastily strolled pass her to wake his two friends out of unconsciousness. He slapped Sung, who awakened to frantic shouts, "Logan! Logan! Intruder!"

Sebastian, who was lying on top of Sung the entire time, rolled over, bumping his head on the hardwood. "Who? Wha?"

"Bling! Intruder!"

"Snap out of it, you guys! It's pathetic," Bling cried.

Disgusted by the scene, Logan groaned and put his head on his hands, shaking the all throughout the exchange. It's a mistake getting them into this.

Max, on the other hand, tried not to muffle a snigger.

Sebastian's arm over his shoulder and Sung's arm on his other, Bling scurried them off, all the while trying to get them to shut up. "This'll never work," Bling sighed.

"Thanks a lot, Bling," replied Logan as his hands left his head, leaving his hair sticking up at random.

He looked at Max, who had her arms around her chest. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Care to explain?"

Logan sighed. "Can we do it in my room?"

"Get rid of that gun and I will. I tend to get nervous around those things," she indicated.

Logan stared down at the gun on his pockets. "Oh, um... sorry." He took out a key from his pockets and opened a drawer with a lamp atop. Inside the drawer, to Max's shock, was more ammunition. Logan laid the gun atop all the other ones and carefully locked the drawer back into place.

Logan felt Max staring at him. "Parents aren't home often," he answered the unasked question.

Max simply nodded her head, suddenly feeling sorry for him.

"C'mon, you know more than you need to know about me, it's about time I know some stuff about you," he started towards the stairs.

Max stayed where she was. "Correction: I don't KNOW you, and you DON'T know me. All that that just happened out there wasn't just a coincidence."

"I always knew you were smart," he smirked.

Max frowned. "I'm not letting it go this easily."

"Fine," he said simply. Approaching her, he grabbed her arm and practically dragged her up the stairs.

She's not letting go. Good.

Why am I not letting go?

Logan flicked open the lights to a maroon hallway that revealed family photos and various exquisite artwork.

"Bought the paintings myself," he said triumphantly.

"Lovely," she said mockingly. Spoiled brat.

Logan gave her hard look and stopped in front of a door that was slightly ajar. The door was neatly decorated with a bumper sticker that read, "X-Files – The Truth is out There" and a poster of a young Gillian Anderson.

"Obsessed, are we?"

"It's Scully, how could you possibly not like her?!" Logan pushed the door open.

"I never said that." Max walked in and observed the room, which was considerably twice the size of her own. The walls, like the hallway, were a deep shade of maroon. A couple of unknown paintings hung around the neatly polished room. What did catch her attention were the cabinets of files and papers propped up against the wall next to a table with a flat-screen computer and two TV sets. A bulletin board on the wall held newspaper clippings and articles, which Max was too distracted with other things to read. Wires, headphones and an assorted butch of other gadgets hung near the computer table. It looked as if he had an office in his very own bedroom.

"So you watch the X-files?" Logan asked as he let her in and locked the door behind them.

"What annoyed me the most was why it took Scully and Mulder so long to get together," she said distractingly while obscuring her surroundings.

He thought for a moment, and then said, "Beats me."

Logan let her to his computer chair, loosening his grip on her arm on the way. Max sat down and glanced at her arm, which she had problem with Logan holding onto it the entire time. The absence of his touch didn't feel right, or so she thought.

Logan pulled up an extra chair and sat facing her.

Their eyes met.

"So you wanna know what's been going on?" he said slowly, her intent gaze making him somewhat uncomfortable.

Something clicked inside Max and for a moment, she remained silent, putting two and two together.

Logan somehow knew what she was up too and when she said it, there it was –

"You're Eyes Only," she said skeptically.

He didn't say anything.

"No, you're much too young and spoiled for it," Max said aloud. Inside, she was debating.

Logan ran a hand through his hair and remained speechless. For a second there, I thought she'd figured it out.

"You're one of those informants for Eyes Only, right? Those so-called freedom fighters?" she said more certainly this time, staring almost through him but not succeeding. He must be, explains all the clippings on Edgar Sonrisa, she thought as she gazed up at the bulletin board.

Logan was almost certain she would figure out everything, but she didn't. He didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed. Most likely both.

He went with the fifth and replied, "Something like that."

"Well, well. I knew there was more to you than charm and good looks, Mr. Logan Cale," Max joked. Did I just say 'good looks'? Max, you're falling.

She thinks I'm good looking?

Trying not to blush, Logan said seriously, "Yeah, well, there is a lot to more to people than you seem to think you know. The same goes for you." He watched as her expression changed.

"I know who you are, Max," he said, his tone even.

She broke their gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about, Logan."

"Come off it, Max... you can't hide this forever," Logan pleaded.

She stood up and bent down to his level. "This is all a bunch of crap. You hear me? C-R-A-P. CRAP." She paced the room. "Here I was, getting along fine with you, completely forgetting what I was here for in the first place, when you HAD to break the moment."

She put her hands on his shoulders. "I'm not taking anymore of this. I've had enough of you for one day."

"So give me back my pills," she said as calmly as possible.

"Why are the pills so important to you?" he asked, pulling her hands away and standing up.

"Why did you decide to steal it from me?" Max asked back.

"'Cause I had to see you."

"Yeah, right," she scoffed. "You'd think a guy who's taken over the job of saving the world would have a few more important things to do than traipse around after some girl."

"Max, I haven't been able to get you off my mind."

They stood facing each other now, similar to the time on the beach when they would have kissed each other had not Alec interrupted them.

Their bickering was overpowering them and they knew it.

Logan bent his head perpendicular to her neck as Max swallowed a piece of lump on her throat and closed her eyes. Bingo.

"Suppose I could help you locate the other ones?" He whispered in her ear.

She opened her eyes. How can he know? "I don't know what kind of game you're playing here, but I'm out because you're a wack-job." With that, Max turned and headed towards the door.

Once again, Logan grabbed her arm. "Those pills. They're not just any pills, are they? They're tryptophan. Or more precisely, should I call them a neurotransmitter sometimes used in homeopathy to control seizures? Yes, that sounds just about right."

Turning around, she frowned and said, "Don't try to get smart on me. I use those for an energy boost, nothing else."

"I watched you beat down my three best friends, including my ex-girlfriend, Asha."

Max shrugged. "Girls kick ass. You've seen it... it says so on my bedroom door. And Asha, well, she was asking for it."

"Then how do you explain that barcode on the back of your neck?"

"It's called a tattoo," she said, putting stress on the last word and then added, "Part of a bet I made with a few friends." With that she unlocked the door and opened it.

Why must you be so stubborn? Logan took a deep breath. "You're one of the twelve that escaped from Project Manticore, which was using recombinant DNA to produce a superior human...a warrior...an advanced infantry soldier, back in '09," he said quietly.

Her back facing Logan, Max took in every word he had just said. Twelve, which meant that there was a possibility that Zack, Tinga, Syl, Krit and everyone would still be alive. "Twelve?" She repeated aloud. It has been seven years since I last saw them. Max choked back tears that were threatening to fall, not realizing that Logan was walking up to her.

"I know who you're running from, Max. I promise I'll help you, if you'd let me."

Not knowing what he was doing, Logan stood facing her and wrapped his arms around her waist, giving her a comforting hug. Max being Max would usually move away, but being as hearing about her family would make her emotional, hugged him back, much to Logan's surprise. Maybe she's not so tough after all. She IS just a seventeen girl, a year younger than I am... Logan smiled. Max moved her head to rest against his chest, hands clinging onto the front of his shirt, as Logan bent his head down to kiss the top of her head, the aroma of her shampoo mesmerizing him. Max, absorbed by his accelerated heartbeat, sighed against him. Touched by her show of affection, Logan held onto her tighter, cradling her in his arms.

Somehow, the future didn't matter anymore. Right now was enough. Max smiled and closed her eyes.

A/N: I know what you're thinking. It's the end of the story! Noooo. Actually, it's not the end, sorry. (muahahah) Anywho, hope you all enjoyed it so far. There's more where that came from.

Thanks to my beta: ML fan.

Thanks to my reviewers (what's with the 'angel' usernames? lol): Babyangel86, idlehands452, huntress k, bxprincess, Somebody's Dark Angel, Sky Angel, BlueAngel137, ChocRocks.

Next chapter will be up...soon. In the meantime, review like crazy... :)

-Jade