RaeRoark: Yea it's all good, I answer back to people in other stories if I know they read them. Okay now the deal with the last chapter of Moving On, they are NOT giving up, they are doing the whole thing with the doctor, but they're saying let's not get our hopes up (yea right) because there's no guarantee that they'll actually get a cure, this is just a shot at it.

Gingersnap: It wasn't my fault, it said and Max must decide between Logan and Zack….I mean honestly who would choose anyone over Logan! That's just insane.

Babyangel: No this is not a dream; I made Season 2 a dream, making this a dream on top of that is just a bit much even for me.

Willow98002 :I am sorry, Renfo is still alive. They busted in, in the middle of the night, she wouldn't have been there (stuff was going on in AJBAC, which is my reasoning for her being there), not to mention it was more of a snatch and grab with a little genetics lab thrown in for fun.

Thanks to everyone who's reading! I hope you enjoy, it gets kinda choppy in parts (just a warning).

Chapter Five

The summer sun was starting to rise as he drove back to his apartment. Max's eyes focused on the world outside. Her first glimpses at the real world in just over two months. The dirty streets were bare because of the hour. She knew soon they would fill with all walks of life: those rushing to work, those just hanging out and escaping the confines of their sweltering apartments, the streets would be littered with kids on break from school. They weren't out there now though, they were just empty.

Hugs had happened, cries of little sister as arms were thrown around her. She was detached though, even though she felt their arms around her, even though she'd spent the drive back with Logan's arm draped across her back and felt her body pressed up against his, even though he was sitting next to her now, she kept waiting to wake up.

Wake up in that small room.

So many dreams, so many different dreams, worse was that time in the box, not being able to touch him, not being able to be with him, truly being poison. That hadn't been as bad though as the dreams where he died. She'd had every type of dream imaginable in these past two months. She'd hated falling asleep for that reason, yet she'd pushed herself to the point of exhaustion everyday just to be with him a few minutes sooner, a few minutes longer…

The building approached and they pulled into the garage, she took his hand as they met up at the front of the car and held it through the walk to the elevator and the ride up.

They separated as they entered the apartment, "Do you want something to eat? Drink?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen area.

She shook her head as she walked into the living room, hearing him pour a glass of water as she looked out the window briefly before moving to the couch.

She watched him approach with the tall glass of water in his hand, he smiled, "Sure I got the right one back this time? You're not hungry?" He joked.

She gave a small smile at his attempt at humor.

He watched her for a moment longer, this shell that she had become, "You're really starting to scare me here Max." he said sitting down next to her.

She turned and gave him a look, her look, "I'm sorry Logan, I was just dead then brought back to life by my brother killing himself and what followed wasn't exactly a fun filled romp at Disney."

"There's the Max we all know and love." He said with a serious face as he raised a hand up to her cheek.

"Can we stop talking now?" she asked tucking her feet under her body and lowering her head to his shoulder, she'd missed the sound of his voice, but she didn't have the energy or the words to answer his right now. She had questions that she needed answered, but not now. Right now, this was all she could handle.

"Not a problem." He said pulling her close to him. "You sure you aren't hungry?"

" Logan?"

"Yea?"

"Shut up." She smiled

He laughed.

-o-o-o-o-o-

An hour later she finally spoke, "You'd tell me if you were hungry or had to use the bathroom right?"

"Finally remembering I'm a mere mortal?" He said with a small smile on his lips.

"Was that a yes?" she laughed turning to him, the reality of it all starting to sink in.

"I'm good." He nodded as he grinned, "You feeling better?"

"Still waiting to wake up." The smile fell from her face and she studied his, "I think I gave you a wrinkle." She faintly touched the small lines at the corners of his eyes emphasized by his lack of sleep.

"I'm amazed I don't have a full head of gray hair by now." He chuckled lightly.

"You lost weight" she traced the lines around his mouth that had deepened as his face thinned out and then a finger along his cheekbones.

"No reason to cook without you here."

"Good thing I'm back" she nodded, moving a finger to trace along his jaw line.

"Max?" he questioned as she started to lean forward.

"Back to the shutting up Logan." She didn't want to explain this, she just wanted to touch him, to feel him again, even if this was a dream she wanted him.

He smirked as he completed the distance between them. His lips found hers softly.

She was content with that for awhile, lips softly teasing each other as hands roamed other the backs of each other's neck and hair. She tightened her hold on him and shifted her body into a better position as she deepened their kiss. Things heated up quickly, over a year of wanting this, topped of by 2 months of thinking the other was gone for good. He pulled her closer until she was almost completely on top of him, his hands tight on her waist; he was never letting her go again.

Her back connected with the couch as he moved over her. The world started to close in on her as his lips focused on her neck.

Her hands stilled in their process of pushing up his shirt.

"Max?" he suddenly came aware of the fact she had stopped moving, her short rapid breaths different than those of a few moments before.

"I feel like I'm suffocating." She said rolling him to the side, so they were both lying on their sides and barely fitting on the couch.

"I'm sorry" he apologized.

"Not your fault." She said shaking her head, her breath returning to normal or as close to normal as it could with Logan this close. She shifted him underneath her before they both fell off the couch. She let out a long breath followed by a laugh.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked looking up.

She nodded. "Felt out of control." She said with her breath only slightly unsteady. She bent down to kiss him again.

"Max, we don't need to do this." He held her back, "Not right now."

"I want them off of me Logan. I don't want to feel them anymore. I need you." She'd had no control over her life for two months, she needed it back.

That weakness in her voice was always his downfall, "I'm right here Max." He raised a hand up to her neck, "I'm right here." He brought her back down to him.

His hands eventually found their way under her shirt again and he started to push it up.

She froze again, but this time for different reasons, "I haven't shaved in two months." She slammed back into reality out of the haze his touch had created.

He said with their lips still touching, "I think I'll survive." He drew her back in for another kiss.

She pulled back, his hands falling away from the hem of the gray tee shirt, he looked up at her in shock; neither could believe she was doing this.

"Max, it's summer in Seattle." They lived in a world were they ran out of toothpaste and deodorant on a regular basis, razors were as rare as gold it sometimes seemed.

She laughed, she couldn't believe she was being so girlie, but this was Logan. Her first time with Logan, "Five minutes."

He shook his head, "Max, we don't need to do this right now. You've got to be hungry."

"Five minutes Logan" she hopped off of him, "Five minutes I swear."

H was left sitting on the couch staring at her retreating form; finally, he just smiled and shook his head. He leaned forward and grabbed the glass and took a long swallow of the now warm water before shaking his head again. There was certainly no doubt, he'd gotten the right Max back. He walked over and placed the glass in the sink and opened the fridge door to see what there was to eat.

-o-o-o-o-o-

" Logan" she called out as she stepped into his room, wrapped only in a towel. The urban camo she'd been wearing now residing in the trash. She'd expected him to be waiting for her. She frowned as she headed to the doorway, not hearing him respond. " Logan?" she called out again viewing the empty rooms. Her breath started to grow rapid again, where was he?

Oh dear god please don't let this be happening again.

She heard a door open and she rushed down the hall and almost toppled Logan leaving the bathroom. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself into him.

"Hey are you okay?" He asked feeling her shake against him as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I came out of the bathroom and you weren't there."

"Mere mortal remember?" He said as he buried his hand in her hair. "That and I figured brushing my teeth would be the kind thing to do."

She laughed; she'd done the same, she felt like an idiot now, but didn't make any effort to move from the safety of his arms. "I can't wake up and you're gone anymore Logan."

"I'm right here Max," he shook his head, "you're right here. How about some breakfast? You've got to be hungry?"

She shook her head against him, "I just want you."