Hormones

By: lfbrox

Rating: R

Timeframe: A couple of month after Freak Nation. Logan can of course walk (still)

AN: Fist of all thanks for the reviews. You are being really good to me so I decided to be a good little girl and reciprocate giving you this chapter quicker than I thought possible – even before I give you the next Facing Death chapter.

As to the 5 heavily armed soldiers that exited the helicopter heavily armed to storm and heavily armed secure the heavily wrecked wreck. Well, Firmament, it turned out, that they were too heavily armed to actually make it very far. Poor guys. So I decided to take mercy on them and send them home to rest J …………..I guess that's what you get for pulling in a beta so late into the story. If my angel doesn't leave me that won't ever happen again J

Speaking of which. You've done an amazing job – as always. Thanks a bunch Sammi. We really make a good team, as long as I keep you happy with fluffy M/L stuff, right? J

So this is quite a long chapter, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 13: Escape and Relax

……………..Mole and Clemente followed a minute later, leaving Logan and Max alone in the hide out place.

"I don't have a good feeling about this Max. This is a chaotic plan, and it will inevitably lead us into disaster." Logan said after Mole and Clemente were out of his sight.

"I knew you couldn't keep your concerns to yourself." Max sighed and turned to face him.

Gently she cupped his face with both of her hands, smiling at him affectionately. "If there is one thing I learned from being on the run all my life, it's that chaotic action is preferable to orderly inaction. And if we do nothing and just sit here and hope they won't find us – now THAT would lead us into disaster Logan." She said with smile, all the while inching closer to him.

"Max…" was all Logan got out before he was interrupted by Max's mouth and her eagerly probing tongue. He tried to push her away, feeling that it was neither the right time nor the right place for affections like this, but Max had a firm grip on his face and finally Logan gave in and opened his mouth to her.

Max wasted no time and intensified the kiss instantly, passionately attacking his lips, hungrily devouring his mouth. Logan participated eagerly but, unlike Max, he was still aware of their surroundings. Max was still in heat, and even though it was in its final stages and was slowly decreasing in intensity, she still forgot were she was and dove in to the passion, the electricity and the incredible feeling of kissing the man she loved. Eager to deepen the contact, Max got up on her knees in front of him. She loosened the grip she had on his head in order to grab his shoulders to balance herself as she inched closer in an attempt to straddle his lap, closing the gap between them for good.

Logan took advantage of Max's loosened grip, and pulled his head back and gripped Max by her shoulders to stop her from following his lips. Max opened her eyes to see why on earth he was stopping. She saw Logan looking at her with a serious expression on his face.

"Max," he said sternly. "Don't you think we should pay a little attention to the escape?" His tone was now less strict and his words accompanied a half-amused, half-teasing smile.

"Right, uh…we should do that", Max mumbled as she climbed off Logan and sat down next to him again. Her cheeks were still flushed and her mind was still coursing with ideas of what she wanted to do to Logan right now. But first they had to make sure the others were okay.

She peeked out of the bush they were hiding in and searched for Mole and Clemente. She saw them crouched down right next to the plane, where the nose of the plane had driven into the ground. They were to wait for Syl and Alec's sign to move around the nose quickly and jump into the helicopter – or so was the plan.

Syl and Alec had taken the other way around the plane, and made a wide circle so as to approach the helicopter from behind and have the element of surprise. They could see the helicopter pilot sitting inside the helicopter ready for a quick take off. The co-pilot stood in front of the helicopter, machine gun at the ready, keeping an eye on the still-unconscious plane pilots and keeping an eye out for any movement in the area.

Syl went first, Alec following close behind, until they stood behind the helicopter, where they stopped. Alec used hand signals to tell Syl that he would go around the right of the helicopter and take out the pilot, while she should approach the soldier that stood in front of the helicopter from the left. Syl nodded in acknowledgement, and they both moved simultaneously without making a single sound.

Syl ducked under the belly of the helicopter and crawled to the front. She waited a few seconds until she was sure Alec was inside the helicopter ready to go, then she pounced forward dragging the soldier down with her, immediately locking his head in a vice-like grip until he passed out just a second later.

The pilot saw the action, but before he could reach the intercom he felt a sharp pain in the head, and everything went black. Alec smiled to himself and quickly nodded to Syl while unbuckling the pilot and shoving him out of the helicopter.

Syl quickly checked the door of the plane. Still no sign of the soldiers inside, she thought, but that will change in a second. She gestured to Clemente and Mole that everything was clear. Then she moved towards the helicopter to get ready for take off.

"All clear. Let's get going." Syl said as she climbed into the helicopter and sat down in the now vacant pilot seat.

"You know how to fly this thing?" Alec asked, watching Syl operate a few switches and check some other functions.

"Piece of cake. Let's just hope we get out of here before they open fire on us." Syl said as she checked where Mole and Clemente were. She figured she would wait to start the engine until they were inside the helicopter, instead of risking them getting hit by a stray bullet.

"Oh come on Syl. Things are going smoothly. Let's have some fun here." Alec responded with a grin.

"Smoothly?" Syl asked incredulously. "Where the hell have you been through this trip?"

"Well, maybe not so smooth." Alec pondered for a second but swung back into action as Mole and Clemente approached.

"Ready?" Syl asked from the cockpit of the helicopter.

"Rev the engine," Alec replied with a grin as he helped Clemente and Mole inside.

"Just for the record," Clemente heaved after getting in. "I definitely don't like this."

"Just keep your heads down back there. Our exit might be a little rough" Syl yelled into the back and pressed the button to start the engine.

She grimaced a little at the loud roar that came from the engine and the starting rotor. That could wake up the dead, she thought as she waited for the helicopter to warm up and get ready to lift up.

With her enhanced vision she could make out movement inside the plane. Through the broken windows she saw shadows run towards the exit of the plane. She checked the instruments and noticed with a frustrated sigh that the rotor still needed some time to speed up.

"Alec," she yelled back. "They're gonna be out any second now. Can you keep them occupied for another, say, 30 seconds?"

"Sure thing. Just don't take off without me." Alec replied with a grin and grabbed one of the guns in the back of the helicopter, slid the door open and jumping out.

Just as the first soldier appeared in the doorframe of the plane exit, Alec fired at him with his borrowed machine gun, forcing the soldier back into the plane. After a few seconds Alec backed up towards the helicopter, as the 2 soldiers and the now untied soldiers inside the plane opened fire out the door and the broken windows. Alec couldn't dodge all those bullets that were raining in his direction unharmed, so he jumped back into the open door of the helicopter and yelled at Syl, "Take off, NOW!"

Syl check the instruments for another millisecond, and even though it would be better to wait another few seconds, she grabbed the lever and pulled it towards her. The helicopter swerved severely to the right as it began to lift of the ground. The soldiers ran out of the plane firing their guns at the helicopter.

Syl turned the steering controls roughly to the right while the helicopter was still rising. While it would have been a maneuver that would normally bring a helicopter to crash, it worked perfectly for Syl, who was trained for situations like this. Quickly the helicopter gained height and was soon out of reach of the soldiers and their guns, swiftly moving west, towards Vancouver again.

The soldiers on the ground stopped shooting when the helicopter had gone out of range. One of the soldiers pulled out his intercom frantically.

"Trooper 1, Base. This is Trooper 2. Transgenics just captured our helicopter and escaped. Need immediate backup. Over." The soldier yelled into the intercom.

"Trooper 1 follow them immediately. Support is on its way from Vancouver. Over." Victor shrieked into the intercom, sending Trooper 1 in the direction of the kidnapped helicopter. Then he changed the channel to speak to Trooper 2, and handed the intercom to Renfro.

"How the hell did this happen soldiers? Your mission was to find the transgenics, not deliver them a vehicle to escape. Return to base. This failure will have consequences." Renfro rasped into the intercom.

"Yes ma'am." the soldier replied with a pale expression on his face. He heard the intercom go dead and looked around to the other soldiers who looked equally pale and petrified.

"Well I guess that worked out fine." Max commented, turning to Logan with a grin on her face.

He didn't look quite as thrilled as she did about what had gone down. "What is it Logan? They made it." Max tried again to cheer him up and prove him that everything was going to be alright.

"And what about us? What are we gonna do now? How do you suppose I get into town like this?" He said gesturing towards his leg.

"I figure we'll wait till the helicopter leaves the trench. I'm sure he's been ordered to follow the other helicopter by now. Then we can crawl back to the trench and make our way into town." Max explained her plan.

"The trench again?" Logan groaned, remembering how his leg hit the rocks on the bottom of the trench.

"I know it's not the perfect solution Logan, but I figured that it's easier for you in the water, where your leg is flowing a little instead of dragging it after you while crawling the ground." Max explained.

"I don't know if that is easier. There's not a lot of water in the trench, but there are a lot of rocks I can bump my leg on." Logan complained and tried to think of something more comfortable, but to no avail; he wasn't about to let Max carry him all the way into town, even though she could have done so easily.

"Stop being such a baby Logan." Max playfully swatted his chest. "It's just a few miles, and besides…" She trailed off with a wicked grin.

"Besides what?" Logan asked, returning her seductive look.

"I'll make it worth your while once we're in the city and in a nice quiet little Motel." She finished, and leaned forward to give him a kiss full of promise.

This time it was her interrupting the kiss. They looked up to see the helicopter pass over them, apparently following the helicopter Alec and Syl had stolen. She quickly scanned the area and noticed the soldiers still standing in front of the plane talking to the plane pilot, who couldn't fake unconsciousness anymore.

With a nod and a soft smile at Logan she motioned for them to get going. "You ready?" She asked softly.

"Let's get this over with." Logan replied with confidence. He leaned forward to give her a quick kiss on the lips and then motioned with his head for her to get moving.

With one last smile and a gentle caress of his cheek she move the branches aside and started crawling back towards the trench. Taking a deep breath, Logan carefully moved into position and followed Max. I can't believe I'm crawling around with a broken leg, with soldiers on the look out to kill me, and it's all for a girl. Logan thought as a stick dug painfully into his as-yet unharmed thigh. Yeah, but she's not just any girl, another voice that sounded suspiciously like his old friend Bling retorted, and the first one replied, tell me about it.

"This is Trooper 1. Do we have radar for the Trooper 2 chopper? Over." The pilot inquired of the headquarters, because he couldn't see the rogue helicopter anywhere. From what the soldiers on the ground had told him, the helicopter had moved west towards Vancouver, but that was all.

"No radar, they must've switched it off. They were heading west towards Vancouver. We have three more helicopters moving from Vancouver towards you. They are spread out so one is covering your straight line; the other two are north and south. Over." Victor answered in defeat. He knew that they transgenics were gone and that they would never catch them, no matter how many helicopters they sent to search.

Renfro had gone to her personal quarters long ago, where she could hear all the intercom communication but nobody could see her pale, defeated face. She also knew that they wouldn't catch the transgenics. 452 had slipped right out of her hands again.

"You think Max and Logan made it to Queensborough yet?" Syl said as she easily navigated the helicopter through the night. It was almost  dawn, but still dark enough to stay undetected as long as they flew without lights.

"I hope so." Clemente answered, even though he knew the question wasn't directed at him. But he felt more relaxed now, even given the givens. His family was still in danger, – or might already be dead, but he wasn't ready to give up hope just yet. They would make it back to Terminal City, rescue his family and then he could go under the radar as soon as possible.

"I don't think we should worry about them now," Mole huffed. "How about we come up with a plan for us now. Where are we heading? We can't go back to Vancouver now."

"Cool it lizard man," Alec replied which earned him a growl and a nasty stare from Mole. "Let's move a little further until dawn starts breaking, and then we can land somewhere and move into the next city and contact Dix."

"Works for me," Syl said and directed the helicopter a little further south to get closer to a city near the border.

"Are you okay back there? We're almost there." Max said as she crawled through the trench.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Looks like there's a little bit more water in the trench the closer we get to the city." Logan responded, relieved that he could now almost swim.

"How's your leg?" Max asked swiftly making her way towards the lights that were so close now.

"Nothing a hot shower and a little tender loving care couldn't fix." Logan replied playfully.

After all this time of being focused, stoic and task-oriented he chooses this moment to get cocky. Max thought with a smile. Maybe I'm rubbing off on him.

After a few more minutes they reached the end of the trench and crawled out. They lay in the grass in front of the outer parameters of the city of Queensborough. Max looked around for any movements near them and tried to figure out which way to go. Normally she would have just raced off, but she figured Logan could use a little breather. She looked at him as he lay in the dirty grass next to her, his chest heaving with exertion, smiling at him, Max smoothed his messy hair out of his face to study his gorgeous features.

He looked extremely exhausted and totally unkempt. But he also had the most beautiful little smile on his face as he lay there in front of her, eyes closed, clutching her thigh. "What are you smiling about?" she asked warmly.

"I don't know. Turned out you were right again. We made it. Maybe I should stop arguing with you so much." Logan said, opening his eyes and looking up into hers.

"About time you realized that. Haven't you learned that except when I'm wrong, I'm always right?" Max said with a grin, relieved that Logan was in such a good mood after having to drag himself such a long way.

"But we're not quite there yet. We need to get into the city and find a motel. Think you can make it?" She asked, concern evident in her voice. Now that they were out of the trench she had to think about the next part of her plan.

"Yeah. If you steady me I think I can walk. Just not too far." He replied, sitting up taking and the hand that Max offered him.

Slowly and carefully she helped him up, then slung a hand around his waist to hold him upright and placed the other one on his chest to keep him from falling over. He used one hand to grab the leg of his torn pants to help him move the fractured leg and the other he rested heavily around Max's shoulders. Starting slowly at first, they started walking towards the city, until they found a good rhythm Logan was comfortable with. He was sure if he wasn't so exhausted it would hurt like hell, but now it was just a numb pain.

After a few minutes walking in the dark towards the first street lights, Logan suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? You need a break?" Max asked, concerned.

"No. It's just that we are heading towards the first Motel we can find, which is probably where the most lights are." He stated, and Max nodded.

"But look at us. There's no way we can make it there without raising any suspicions." He said looking down on them. Max realized that they looked really pretty disheveled. They were dirty, their clothes were ripped and Logan was severely injured.

"Let's take the backstreets then. I'm sure we'll figure something out." Max said, and they started walking again.

They moved silently along the backstreets towards a bright yellow and red neon sign that Max had discovered. The 'First stop Inn'. That'll have to do. When they were almost there Max stopped and scanned the area.

"So?" Logan asked expectantly.

"Over there," Max said and pointed at a back yard in the early dawn's light.

"What's over there?" Logan asked, not sure what Max was pointing at. He had lost his glasses a while ago and couldn't make anything out that wasn't right in his face.

"These nice, suburban families really dry their laundry in their backyard. I thought they only did that on TV." Max grinned.

Logan got her drift, detangled himself from her and leaned against the tree they were standing near. "Pick something nice baby." He said to Max's disappearing form.

She turned around and rewarded his remark with one of her beaming, unarming smiles, then quickly but quietly made her way towards the yard. She hopped over the fence and stood in front of the clothes rack that was deposited in the back yard near the back entrance. She quickly shed her shabby clothes, took a towel to wipe her body clean and then took a plain shirt and some jeans and put them on. The pants were a little loose, but they would work.

Wrapping her torn clothes into the dirty towel, she took the pile and walked back to Logan.

"You couldn't find anything sexier?" He asked, feigning shock as his eyes made out Max approaching him in jeans and a plain T-shirt.

"At least they're clean." She answered as she dropped the pile of dirty clothes in front of him. "Why don't you wait here, while I get us a room and then I'll come and pick you up." Max proposed.

"Yeah. Guess that would be best, otherwise I'll mess up your clothes again. Just don't take too long." Logan answered, understanding the truth in her proposal.

"Got some cash on you?" Max asked holding out her hand with an innocent smile.

"My wallet is in my back pocket. It'll be soaked though." He offered.

Max smiled mischievously and moved closer to him to retrieve the wallet. However when she was close to him she remembered his dirty clothes and her clean ones and gave up the idea to say good bye appropriately. So she just got out the wallet, gave his ass a little squeeze and moved out into the night.

Logan was left alone with a pile of dirty clothes, clutching the tree and hoping this day would be over soon – despite the fact that the first sign of sunlight announced a new morning.

"The sun will be coming up soon Syl. We should set down. We are we anyway?" Alec asked as he glanced out of the window.

"I believe Sunbury is just a few minutes ahead of us. I don't know how big this city is, but then again all we need is a phone, right?" Syl answered and directed the helicopter closer to the city she thought should be Sunbury.

"Right. Let's land the helicopter somewhere where we can hide it or at least cover it up." Alec said.

"There's a little forest right in front of the city." Syl announced.

"Perfect." Alec said. "Again. Too smooth for my taste. But still. Perfect."

"Status." Victor barked into the intercom.

"Trooper 1. On our way towards Vancouver. No sign so far. Over."

"Trooper 3. We're close to Suncrest. No sign of the targets. Over."

"Trooper 4. Close to the parameters of Renfrew-Collingwood. No sign so far. Over."

"Trooper 5. We're close to Tinbury. No sign so far. Over."

Victor angrily cut the connection to all the troopers and slammed his fist down on the desk, making everybody in the room jump slightly. There was nothing he could do now but wait. And he hated to wait. God how he hated to wait.

Max entered the 'First Stop Inn' and was immediately convinced that the Motel got its name simply because it was the first Motel on your way into Queensborough and not because it was anybody's first choice in anything. It was shabby, dusty and looked like most guests were paying for the hour instead of overnight.

She pushed open the door to the main office and, as nobody was there, rang the bell sitting on the front desk repeatedly until an old, fat, dirty guy stumbled out of what must have been the private area, coughing heavily.

"What's up girly? Didn't know you girls started working so early." He coughed up.

"Whatever. I'd like a room." Max said, her disgust showing clearly on her face.

"How many hours sweety?" The guy asked, amused.

"How much a night?" Max retorted.

"A whole night? Whoa girl. Hit the jackpot there, huh? How about 70 a night?" The sleazy guy answered.

"70?" Max asked in shock. "For a dump like this? Listen. I'll give you…uhm…40 a night and I'll pay you upfront for two nights." Max said and pulled out the soaked bills.

The clerk just looked at her and then the bills. Max just shrugged her shoulders. "Had a little accident. So will you take it?"

"Sure thing girly." He said and greedily took the soggy bills from Max. "Nice doing business with you." With that he handed her a key and two towels and went back to his private quarters.

Max sight in relief and made her way to the room to check out the best way to get Logan inside without anybody seeing him.

Logan still stood at the tree. He figured it to be around 5 am, as already some lights were being turned on inside some houses and a few cars were driving out of the driveway and past him. He ducked down a little every time a car passed his position. He wanted to crawl behind the tree to hide, but the sharp pain in his leg every time he tried to move stopped him from doing so. So he remained still, waiting for Max.

"Hey stranger," came a cheery voice from behind the tree.

Logan let out a sigh of relief, knowing that everything was going to be okay now. Max was here.

"Hey yourself," Logan replied with a warm smile.

"Ready for your hot shower and some tender loving care?" she asked as she picked up the pile of clothes in front of Logan.

He held out his arm for Max to slip under – which she did immediately. "Lead the way." he said and they slowly walked towards the hotel room.

Syl gracefully landed the helicopter close to a forest near Sunbury. She shut off the engine and, after the rotor stopped moving, they got out and carefully inspected the area. They couldn't make out another helicopter anywhere in the sky, but instinctively knew they were on their way.

"Alrighty. Let's cover this baby up." Alec said and went into the forest to collect some fallen trees and to knock some down himself. Mole followed him while Syl and Clemente collected large branches to stick between the trees Alec and Mole covered up the helicopter with.

"Home sweet home." Max announced as she almost carried Logan over the threshold of the shabby motel room.

"Thank god," was all Logan could say before Max lead him over to the queen sized bed and laid him down gently, so as not to hurt him even more.

Max went back to the door to shut and lock it and then turned to see Logan stretched out on the bed with a very satisfied smile on his face.

"Comfortable?" She asked.

Logan scooted over to the side a little and patted the space next to him on the bed. "See for yourself."

"I thought you wanted to take a hot shower first." Max said not moving from the door. She knew if she lay down on that bed now, she would most likely not ever be able to get up again.

"Too exhausted now," Logan slurred, already close to dreamland.

"Well, I am taking a shower. You want to join me? I could help you with your…uhm, leg." Max finished and had to grin when Logan suddenly bolted upright on the bed.

"Let's go then," he said and held out a hand for Max to help him to the bathroom.

Once there she leaned him on the sink for support while she turned the shower on to almost scalding. The windowless room instantly began to fill with steam. Max shed her clothes while Logan watched her with big eyes. No matter how often he had seen her naked in the past, it still took his breath away every time he saw her wearing nothing but a smile on her gorgeous lips and a twinkle in her beautiful eyes.

Logan leaned there, mesmerized, just watching her. She stood for a moment letting him watch her, waiting for him to shed his clothes so they could finally enjoy a nice hot shower together. As he made no move to remove anything Max stalked over to him.

"Will I have to do all the work?" Max said while grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it up. She was grateful, that Logan at least had the courtesy to lift his hands up to assist her.

"But I'm hurt baby." Logan stated with amusement as Max moved to unbuckle his pants.

"Weak men are such a turn off." Max teased and then started to lower his pants to his ankles. He carefully lifted first one foot and then the other and stepped out of his pants.

"Oh really?" Logan answered, seeing Max's eyes widen in shock – as she was eye level with his very obvious response to her earlier striptease.

Max just cleared her throat and dragged Logan's boxers down as well, revealing all of his heavily bruised, extremely dirty and painfully aroused body. "You've got to be kidding me." Max said as she stood up again.

Logan grabbed her waist and pressed her against him. She felt his errection press into her stomach and his hot breath on her face. "Whatever do you mean?" Logan asked lightheartedly and closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers.

Max responded by opening her mouth to his probing tongue, and wrapping her arms around his neck. She stepped closer to him and pressed up against his naked form wantonly until Logan yelped up in pain. Max's leg had made contact with his broken leg as she tried to feel all of him pressed against her.

"Let's have that shower first," Max said huskily. "I doubt the standing up thing will work for us tonight."

Logan just smiled as she dragged him over to the shower.

AN: I know, I know. Don't start throwing tomatoes now. I promised you for the past 2 chapters some M/L fun. But I had to get them out of the bush first. But you have to admit, that the last paragraph leaves me absolutely no other choice than get right to the good SML part in the next chapter. Will you be nice little reviewers if I promise you to dedicate the complete next chapter to Max and Logan and that Queensize bed in the trashy Motel room? I promise I will J Thanks for reading.

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