Babyangel: This is a short story on its own, Season 2 has just been a hallucination caused by being in the box for ten days.

Chapter Four

2 days later:

She was lying in bed thinking about a ball. Just wishing for a ball. Anything to do, anything at all. There were only so many crunches a person could do, only so much thinking about the past, the present, the future. She just wanted some mindless entertainment.

"Hey there little sister," Max shot up and looked to the door, a young man with dark hair and blue eyes smiled through the bars, "Feel like getting out of here or what?"

"Zane?"

"The one and only," he smiled again before turning away, "Krit, I got her, bring the keys." He turned back, "That guard's gonna have one hell of a headache tomorrow."

"Hey Maxie" Krit's face appeared behind the bars.

"Krit" she smiled just as his head ducked down to find the right key.

"We got her" she heard Zane's voice say, "We'll head out of here as soon as we get Zack." "Hey Maxie" Zane's face reappeared behind the bars, "Any idea where they're holding that C.O. of ours? Save us some time?"

"He didn't make it."

"Zack's…" He couldn't finish forming the words needed to complete the sentence.

She nodded.

Just then the door swung open, "Well let's get you out of there then" Were Krit's words and she held back hugging them, knowing they didn't have the time for helloes.

"Hey man," Zane said into his mike, "what's the quickest way out of here?" He gestured left with his hand, "Kay we're on our way out."

Max stopped him as she was following them, "The lab, did you hit the lab again?" She wouldn't let them have anymore of Zack, they had taken enough from him.

Krit turned back and nodded, "She told us." He said softly before turning back to head out.

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He turned in his seat as the doors swung open. She froze at the end of the van, just staring at him. That same wild hair, scruffy face, those adorably sexy glasses of his, beads of sweat lined his brow from being trapped in the van in the heat of summer; the fact that it was night didn't do much to cool the air. "Hey" he said softly.

"Hey" she remained frozen.

"Okay hellos later" Krit said lifting/pushing her into the van, "We need to get out of here."

Logan's hand suddenly shot up to his ear and fingers touched the earpiece he'd forgotten about the moment he saw her standing there. "Everyone's in, let's go," he nodded towards Krit who was making his way forward.

"Brin put up much of a fight?" Zane asked as Krit started the van and Max held herself steady by placing a hand on the wall.

"They sedated her without much of a problem. Three of them versus one of her wasn't much of a fight." Logan replied without thought, still just staring at Max.

"Who else is here?" Max found the words to speak again.

"Syl, Jondy and Shea," Zane chuckled, "they got stuck in the van with Lydecker."

"Oh" she spoke softly and nodded, still just staring at Logan sitting before her in a pair of black cargos and a sleeveless navy shirt, she wondered if she should mention he clashed, navy and black weren't supposed to be worn together, he knew that.

"Are you okay Max?" Logan finally asked, the last thing he'd been expecting was this stunned, silent Max.

She nodded, "I think so."

He stood bracing himself with a hand on the workstation and she rushed forward wrapping her arms around him, he hugged her back and allowed her to steady them both in the moving van.