"Logan!"

Max turned in the kitchen to see a blonde start walking into the room.

Her eyes connected with Max's, Max's eyes won. "Uhh"

"Asha" Logan said striding into the room, "I meant to call you, tell you not to come by today."

Max turned to glare at Logan, who the hell was this trashy little skank?

"Uh yea" the girl stammered looking at Max dressed only in a blue button down of Logan's, the easiest thing to put on because of her ribs, "I can see you're a little busy"

"Asha this is Max" he said gesturing to Max, "Max, this is Asha. She's been helping me out this summer."

Max continued to glare as Asha remembered Max's name, "Wait, Max as in Max?"

Logan laughed, "Yea that Max"

"I thought she was…" Asha continued to look confused.

"Dead? I'm not, obviously." Max snapped from behind the counter.

Logan tried to contain his amusement from watching Max ooze jealousy.

"So I'll just go then. Why don't you call me when you need help again." Asha said dashing towards the door.

"I'll call you in a few days" Logan called out after her.

Max glared at him "You call her and I'm letting you go after Manticore."

He walked towards Max and placed a hand on her back as he moved them closer together, "She's been helping me dig up information on Manticore."

"She wants you." Max said dead faced

"No she doesn't" he laughed slightly

Max shook her head "Oh yes she does, I'm female I see these things."

He shook his head and grinned "You don't need to worry, Eyes Only, only has eyes for one woman."

"He better" she said looking up with a smile.

"He does and he's never taking his eyes off of her ever again."

"We're a couple of sentimental fools aren't we?"

"Yea Zack's probably turning over in his grave."

Max hid the loss of her smile by burying herself in his chest. She saw her brother behind the glass, barely recognizable as her brother, she hugged Logan tighter ignoring her ribs. He was worth letting the ghosts go and really giving this normal life thing a shot, "Are you aware your fridge is like totally bare?"

He pulled away and she watched him grin as he turned to the fridge, "Bare to you, but not to a culinary genius." The fridge door opened, "Ooh" he grimaced.

"Told ya" she said leaning back on the counter.

He turned and waved a finger, "Give me a few, I'll come up with something. Don't I always."

"Yea ya do. It always works out doesn't it."

The end...Told ya it was a short story, just replacing an episode. Hope ya liked