Finally!!Sorry I made you guys wait.I'm not sure this is the best way to do this, maybe I can come up witha better version one day. For now, read and enjoy.

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Logan immediately uploaded a site where they could watch the local Seattle news. When the pictures played out in front of them, Max gasped in shock, while Logan and Cindy stared there open-mouthed. Terminal city was no more, instead of it there were burning, smoking ruins.

"Oh my God..." Max leaned closer. "What's going on?" Logan held up his hand and turned up the volume. The newsspeaker came into view.

"Tonight an unknown group has bombed Terminal City. The place is a mess and it is unknown how many...inhabitans survived teh attack or how many transgenics lived there in the first place. We got word of a few survivors who were seen in the streets of Seattle, but apparently, and I'm sorry to say this, apparently most of the creatures were caught offguard and had no chance to make it out." The guy seemed shocked and taken aback as well.

Logan bit his lips and looked at Max who had paled visibly, still staring at the screen and at the pictures of Terminal City that were offered from a helicopter.

"Max?" Logan carefull tried.

"I..." she couldn't get out another word, tears were forming in her deep brown eyes. "I'm sorry."

Logan was at a loss at how he could comfort her. He slowly reached out his hand to cover hers, squeezing it slightly. She tensed at the touch then stared at their hands for a long moment before she pulled back.

"I gotta get outta here..." She stormed past Cindy who still hadn't spoken one word and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Max, please!" It was too late anyway. She was already gone. Logan slumped in his chair, helplessly. "Damn it."

Cindy just sat down on the couch while Logan wheeled to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee.

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Logan and Cindy waited in the living room, in total silence. Max returned an hour later, bathed in sweat and dirt.

Logan looked up. "Max...", he began, but she just walked by and banged the bathroom door shut.

Cindy shrugged. "Give her some time, then try to talk to her."

Logan nodded. "I'll try to reach Alec again." But he only got static. If Alec was able to, he would hopefully contact them as soon as possible.

Another hour passed and Max was still in the bathroom, so Logan decided to give it a shot. He knocked at the door and when there wa sno answer he slowly opened it and peeked inside. "Max?" he gently asked. The room was foggy and unbearably hot and humid, the shower was still running. "Oh my God..." he mumbled, then pushed the shower curtain open to find the young woman slumped on the floor, her knees held tight to her chest, rocking forward and backward slowly.

"Max..." She was still dressed, soaked through, her eyes red and puffy. "Come on, we gotta get you out of here." He couldn't quite reach the shower to turn off the water, but he could reach Max's arm and tugged at it, pulling her closer. "Help me a little, come on, sweetheart."

Without showing much of a reaction she climbed into his lap, then she held on tight to him, alowing him to wheel her to the bedroom. He gently helped her lie down then quickly turned around to get a towel and fresh clothes from his own bag.

Without talking he pryed her into undressing, then he gently dried her hair. "Dress this." He handed her a thick sweater with YALE printed on it. It was one of her favorites on him.

"I'll be right back." He quickly wheeled to the kitchen, casting OC a worried glance on his way. Then he warmed a glass of milk and returned.

"Here." She gratefully accepted the glass and took a sip. Logan just watched her, worry etched clearly in his features.

Finally she set the glass down and focussed on Logan for the first time. "I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for."

"I lost control," she continued.

"Don't have to be ashamed of that."

"I should have been there."

Logan knew that was an inevitable discussion. He shook his head, carefully stretching out his arm so he could grab her hand. "It cuaght all of them off guard. Ther ewould have been nothing for you to do. You might have been buried there as well, and Cindy, Sketchy, me...Please, don't feel guilty for something that wasn't your fault."

Max shook her head. "I was responsible for all of them, I set them free in the first place."

"And they were grateful for it, they had a taste of freedom. And you gave that to them."

"I have to go back." Logan had been prepared for that, but it still was like a knife through his heart.

"There is nothing you could do right now."

"I have to find those who did this."

"And we will, but right now it's safer to stay away from Seattle. Max, please. There is no good in returning right now, you can't do anything." He knew seeing the ruins would hurt her a lot more, and he wasn't sure she could take that. He had to keep her away from that place for some more time.

"Those who did this will try to find the transgenics who escaped, and you are high priotrity on their list. Let them believe you didn't make it. Max, please."

"I'm not gonna chicken out."

"This is not about chickening out. If we want to find those responsible we'll have to stay alive."

Max final nodded, she was exhausted and confused. "Ok." Then she sadly smiled at him. "Can you come closer?"

Logan transferred and then embraced her, until finally she fell asleep.

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TBC

Please review!!!

I know this has been pretty cruel, hence the change of rating. Please don't hate me for doing this to the transgenics. It is just fanfiction, not real- and I'm sorry to say that I'm a S1 fan, and this is my terrible and awful way to put things right in MY universe. I figured as this is fanfiction- the stress on fiction- I can write it, otherwise I could have abandoned up the story. Those of you who don't like the way it turns out just don't have to read, or gently (!) tell me I suck- but don't hate me for it!!!!